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( dominic sherwood, 21, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, JACE HERONDALE who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, SEASON 2. rumor has it they are a SHADOWHUNTER, but only they could tell you the truth ! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine LEATHER JACKETS ON BROAD SHOULDERS, IMPULSES REEKING OF DEVOTION, AND BOTTLED UP EMOTIONS.
ok im way too lazy for proper intros (which i applaud all of you for), so, here are just some bullet points for those who aren’t familiar with jace yet:
jace wayland-lightwood-morgernstern-herondale. it’s complicated—what matters is that his real family is the herondales, but he doesn’t know that yet and thinks he’s a morgernstern.
basically, no one wants to be part of the morgernstern family. they’re looked down upon because of valentine, who is like voldemort, but hotter. he wanted to create a shadowhunter army to erase all vampires, werewolves, seelis, anyone with demon blood out of existence ( called downworlders ).
he had basically kidnapped jace and forced him into a ~partnership~ with him in creating that army because who doesn’t love family bonding time?
thankfully, he’d escaped, but then was imprisoned because the boring, stuck-up shadowhunter politicians accused him of treason, so, pretty much, he didn’t really get to catch a break.
of course, things couldn’t stop there. there was this magical mortal sword that once wielded by someone with Pure angel blood, it would yeet all downwolders into the oblivion.
so, what did jace do? you guessed it. in his defense, he thought he had demon blood when in reality, valentine had coerced him into believing he didn’t have pure angel blood because he was his son ( news flash: he’s not. does he know it? no ).
the exact moment after he got a fun moment to relish what he’d done—massacring a whole room of downworlders—he got pulled from his dimension and dropped here. in the show, he found out valentine wasn’t his father and clary wasn’t his sister moments after, but we love pain and angst, so, i’m not giving him that knowledge yet xoxo
i’m gonna say he’s been here for a couple weeks, enough to settle in, but he’s still confused as hell and having emo depressed hours listening to my chemical romance
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( dylan o’brien, 19, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, STILES STILINSKI who is from TEEN WOLF, SEASON 6. rumor has it they are a HUMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine INK STAINED FINGERS, COMIC BOOKS, PLAID SHIRTS THAT REMAIN UNWASHED AND EMPTY TAKEOUT BOXES.
HISTORY: in depth can be found here. everything is canon until the end of season 6.
PRESENT/RUNDOWN.
it’s been a year since he’s talked to his friends, consumed by the internship and the freedom it offers. he wanted to do good: not just be the clumsy fool he’d come to be known for.
he’s doing well at it too, passing the classes. it’s strange for him to actually feel like he’s genuinely good at something and then he’s sucked from that bubble. wants to assume this is some more crazy shit: expecting the worst and hoping for the best right? he doesn’t get it but he’s trying to help. trying to find his friends.
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( samantha logan, 20, she/her ) welcome to reprieve, MAYA MARCELI. rumor has it they are a WERETIGER, from REPRIEVE, but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the ALPHA district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine A DIAMOND-STUDDED FLASK, THE SHRILL SCREECH OF A TEA KETTLE ABOUT TO BOIL OVER, AND THE SMELL OF DEW-SOAKED GRASS
maya lives with her three parents. yes, you heard me kids, she’s got THREE parents. you’d think this would be a good thing, more love to go around, but tbh it’s not been her experience. her mama, MARIE, is a career climber; we’re talking smashing glass ceilings, fighting any man who might say she’s not as tough, or as competent, as they are. as such she works long hours, is a high profile lawyer. she’s the tough bitch that rips criminals into little pieces and feeds them to the jury. she’s an absolute shark. her mother, BIANCA, is the exact opposite. she volunteers her time for various charitable organizations in the city and spends more time planning brunch than with her daughter. they’ve got three incomes; three high profile incomes, tbh, so money has never been an issue. her papa, LITO, is… well, she’s not sure. he’s always said his job is very secretive, very private, and would never speak about what he does for a living. i think at first she assumed it was something sketchy; drugs, or maybe the mafia. but one day her curiosity got the better of her and she struck gold. she picked the lock on his briefcase and found out that he was working for a government organization. he was undercover, she thinks, trying to take down the mob from the inside. it’s why she transferred schools, why her father has been working longer hours, disappearing for days on end on business trips. he’s playing with fire and trying not to get burned.
with little time and attention sent her way, in a family filled with people so focused on their own wants, their own needs, they tend to forget about her. it wasn’t always like this. when she was a child, young, shiny, and new, they doted on her lovingly. it was only as she got older; less soft, more OPINIONATED, less CUTE, that their interest waned. like a puppy given to a child, abandoned when it outgrows its puppy years. she tries not to take it personally but it’s hard not to. so used to spending time by herself, it’s no surprise that she warmed to the first boy who really looked at her. JAIME KAPLAN. they were young then, her face round, eyes wild with wonder, and she’d wanted to help him so badly it physically pained her. she’d asked her mama for help, maybe they could be alone TOGETHER in this big empty house, but just as suddenly as he’d arrived in her life? he was gone. things went south and she never saw him again. ( but this is the middle of their story, not the end. she just doesn’t know it yet. )
the marcelis come from a family of shapeshifters that are able to shift into weretigers. it’s a gene that they carry, and is triggered when they reach puberty age. all her life, her parents were forcing her to take ‘vitamins’ that would help her mature. she had no idea that the pills they were giving her would actually prevent her from shifting, some concoction they’d cooked up with a witch some decades earlier. her parents took them too, suffering the physical pains that came from not shifting and rejecting your true nature. it was when maya unlocked the briefcase that she found notes about the medication, of the doses they’d been giving her to try to ‘cure’ her disease, that she realized how truly SCREWED UP their family was. she exploded, forced them into telling her the truth, and threatened to leave and never return if they didn’t allow her to be who she was supposed to be. they acquiesced, but her father hasn’t spoken a word to her since the discovery. she’s DESPERATE to win his favor again but knows she can’t stomach the pain, can’t be the person they want. it’s why she memorized the names on the files, decided to dedicate herself to infiltrating this world that her father was trying to take down from the inside. she was helping. or at least, that was how she justified things at first. the deeper and deeper she gets, she’s lost track of who she’s really living for; her family, or for herself. a sense of BELONGING she’s searched for her whole life.
as she’s gotten closer and closer to the people who have direct or indirect involvement with the gang, and grown to care about them, she’s started seriously questioning her own motivations. when she finds her smoking gun - will she even want to use it?
PERSONALITY / PERSONA:
she made a pact with herself when she decided to commit to infiltration; do whatever it takes. be friends with, screw around with, screw OVER whoever she needed to in order to get in the inner circle. i think she expected them all to be… insufferable? awful? when she realized how fun everyone was, how much she genuinely LIKED their particular brands of insanity, things got more complicated.
she’s very much a yes girl. you want to dance naked in a fountain? yes. you want to do lines of coke off her dad’s mercedes? yes. do hallucinogens and write your maths exam? hell fuckin’ yes. i feel like she has no concept of where the line between rational and irrational even is anymore. it’s gone. poof. the lifestyle is intoxicating, as is the camaraderie that comes along with it.
being a yes girl has gotten her into some trouble in the past. when a prank went wrong, maya found herself in a spot of trouble when her would be victim turned on her. she’d shifted in front of him, thinking it would be funny to scare him, and he lashed out by hitting her with a rock. she passed out shortly after she was buried alive, too disoriented and injured to prove that she was still alive. the details after that are foggy. maybe she died, or maybe she crawled her way out of the grave, she’s not sure. she can’t remember and she honestly doesn’t want to.
kind of a bitch if you don’t know her well, even more of a bitch when you do. she’ll speak her mind but knows when to keep her mouth shut too. she has a temper and tries to keep it in check but that isn’t always the easiest. incredibly loyal and FIERCELY protective of the people she cares about. would kill for them.
TLDR: she’s a weretiger. she has three parents who lowkey neglect her but it’s fine. her dad is infiltrating the mob, getting in with THE MAFIA LEADER’S people, and when maya found out she decided to do the same … except she’s in too deep and maybe it’s not about her dad anymore. she will fight anyone that comes for her or her friends but tbh just wants to love, be loved, and receive positive attention.
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( brant daugherty, 26, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, VALENTINE MORGENSTERN who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, PRE-PILOT. rumor has it they are a SHADOWHUNTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine CONVICTIONS STRONGER THAN IRON, BLOODSTAINED HANDS, AND EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES BY PANIC AT THE DISCO.
bc i hate myself, i decided i needed to play a circle era valentine. ha, ha, ha, ha. we love pain.
previously on shadowhunters
valentine was one of the clave’s best and brightest shadowhunters in his youth. his whole family were legacies; the bravest and the best, each generation trained ruthlessly to ensure they could handle themselves in combat. this led valentine to both love and despise his father. he resented his unforgiving spirit, how hard he could sometimes be on him, but knew that he made him a better fighter.
while attending the shadowhunter academy in idris, near alicante where he was born and raised, he formed an organization called the circle. initially, the circle was founded to protest the antiquated views of the clave and the consul. they were young voices, all ambitious and hungry, and longed for a world where they could be better than the generation before. they wanted to reform the downworld — and the accords — and forge a new and better world. everything changed, however, after valentine’s father was murdered on what should have been a routine werewolf den inspection. his mother, shortly after, died of a heart attack. grief, valentine would say to anyone who would listen. grief was killed her. a broken heart. their deaths changed something in valentine. he hardened, his views becoming more radical, and his desire to reform the downworld turned to a hatred for all downworlders. he saw them all as demons, as creatures that masquerade as humans, and if they couldn’t be controlled they needed to be eradicated.
as the circle began to grow in power, valentine started experimenting. first, on himself, and then later on his unborn children. when injecting himself with demon blood, or angel blood, he saw temporary changes to his strength, powers, etc, but because he was an adult they never lasted. he figured that if he experimented on a child before their birth, he’d have a better chance of bringing about the strongest generation of shadowhunters. he married jocelyn and fed her demon blood while she was pregnant. he did a similar test with stephen herondale’s wife celine, with angel blood, from the angel ithuriel that he had bound and held captive in the cellar of their house. he also did some other questionable things around this time. when lucien turned on him, his parabatai, he put him in a position where he was bitten by a werewolf. they fought and he told lucien if he had any honor, he would kill himself. he didn’t stick around long enough to figure out what decision he’d made. as his parabatai rune faded away, inflicting a pain worse than death upon him, he barely felt it; his humanity was so far removed, it was like he couldn’t feel things like pain, or love, anymore. or so he liked to think.
shortly after this, the uprising was planned. the circle would attack accords hall when the accords were to be signed, killing all of the downworlders inside. poised for peace, none of them would be prepared; it’d be a slaughter. jocelyn, disillusioned by valentine at this point, conspired with downworlders to put a stop to his plan. as a result, they were prepared for the assault and many circle members died during the uprising. valentine, sensing defeat, fled and faked his own death — and the death of his son — so that they wouldn’t come looking for him. he also kept stephen herondale’s son, jace, and raised him as his own.
where is he now?
valentine is pulled from a post-uprising world. this would be before he fakes his own death and jace is sent to live with the lightwoods.
he’s still reeling from the loss of his parents, of his wife, and his own failures with the uprising. that said, his end goals are still the same — he just doesn’t know about a lot of the integral moving pieces. yikes, yikes, yikes.
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( aria shahghasemi, 19, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, LANDON KIRBY who is from LEGACIES, SEASON 2. rumor has it they are a PHOENIX, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine THE CRACKLING OF FLAMES, HOODIES, & TIRED EYES AND HOPEFUL SMILES.
landon is the son of seylah chelon and malivore. his mother was yeeted into the pit by triad, a government organization she worked for, when they realized she knew too much about what they were up to. when she re-emerged at a later date, she was pregnant. an immaculate conception, if you quote alaric. something a little darker, if you read between the lines. he now knows all of this, and remembers this time, and he’s kind of / sort of found ways to deal with it but it still weighs on him sometimes.
he grew up in the foster care system as he was abandoned at a church when he was only days old. though babies are usually adopted out relatively quickly, he never found a home that stuck and bounced through various homes, and foster families, until he and rafael left georgia and came to the salvatore school.
he was a student at the salvatore school prior to reprieve. he’s pulled from season two, meaning that he has discovered his powers. he’s pulled from the end of season two but before, obviously, rafael could stab him with the golden arrow. that’s the one upside to reprieve.
i’m also going to expand his abilities a little bc canon... hasn’t given us much. he can resurrect from death, has fire wings, can levitate, and can also summon fire from his hands and throw fireballs if he focuses. he’s still learning, so it’s not always perfect, but he’s trying.
since arriving in reprieve, approx. 2-3 months ago, he’s been staying at the prestige motel in the echo district. the owner, edward norton, let him stay there rent-free if he agreed to work there. having a) no idea how he got there, and b) no way to get home, he accepted the offer. the place was a recent acquisition, won by norton at a poker game, and the man basically threw a couple black cards and landon and left him to figure out what to do with it on his own. he’s an eccentric billionaire who lives in alpha, so as long as the motel eventually turns a profit ? he doesn’t care what happens to it. though completely out of his depth, landon has enjoyed prettying the place up and throwing himself into the project completely. it was a nice distraction from the horrible reality of being a strange face in a strange place.
personality wise, landon is pretty reserved around people he doesn’t know. he trusts himself and his gut and likes to think he’s a pretty good judge of character. though it isn’t always easy for him to warm up to people. when he does — they’ve got him for life. he’s fiercely loyal and will do whatever it takes to protect the people he loves and cares about. he’s resilient and puts on a brave face, often using sarcasm or humor as defense mechanisms. he does have some abandonment issues, and has suffered abuse in the past in some of his foster situations, but again he somehow always finds a way to pull himself up and get through it so he is pretty good at combating adversity.
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( paul wesley, 24/171+, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, STEFAN SALVATORE who is from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, SEASON 4. rumor has it they are a VAMPIRE, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine FOUNTAIN PENS, A MOUNTAIN LION OUTSIDE OF ITS SAFE HAVEN & THE FIRST TOUCH OF FROST ON A WINTER BREEZE.
HISTORY: in depth can be found here.
PRESENT/RUNDOWN.
there’s a conversation on a drive to dump a body; he’s devastated but he’s conflicted because being happy for his brother matters too but he’s scared. new chapters are hard and daunting. he’s losing lexi for the second time and it sucks; there’s nothing worse than feeling alone but a job needs to be done before he can leave town.
throwing silas where he wont be found is top priority until it isn’t: until silas is stood before him revealing the inevitable truth regarding his doppelganger line and he’s thrown in the quarry to drown...except he’s never found. he wakes up in reprieve one day, free of the confinement and shallow breaths. he’s angry but he’s not consumed by it...yet.
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( phoebe tonkin, 21/22, she/her ) welcome to reprieve, HAYLEY MARSHALL-KENNER who is from THE ORIGINALS, SEASON 2. rumor has it they are a HYBRID, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine WADING THROUGH MURKY WATERS, HALF-SMILES AND TIGHT EMBRACES, AND A WARRIOR WHO WOULD DIE TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE SHE LOVES.
I.
you’ve always felt like you don’t belong. your adoptive parents love you but there’s a distance between you; a line of commonality you can’t traverse. you belong nowhere so you try to belong everywhere. with boys, with friends, and with people who drop you just as quickly as they flit to your side. there’s an accident, you shoulder the blame, and someone dies. it’s an accident. but the curse recognizes no accident; it strikes you between your shoulder blades, cracks and twists your bones as your eyes flash yellow and claws tear into the fabric of your couch cushions. the last image you see of your home, of the place you never quite belonged, is the stark reminder as the door slams in your face.
from now on, you’re on your own.
II.
you never stop moving. every now and then you join packs, get a roof over your head for a few days, throw in a hot meal, but never find that feeling. you’re always searching for it, wandering and searching for a foundation on which to build your life. he who wanders isn’t always lost but you’re starting to think you are.
it’s in the mountains where you meet him. tyler lockwood. a friend of a friend mentioned him, what he left behind, and you come because you’re curious. he’s running too, leaving behind people who were supposed to be on his side, stand by him, and you find kinship in each other. he doesn’t tell you the entire truth but you trust him. enough. you think maybe you could love him but he becomes family instead; you don’t regret following him when he goes home. even if he didn’t exactly ask you to.
you needed him. betraying him was the only way to find out who you were. who you are. this is how you protect him.
you give the professor what he needs and he tells you the truth; your parents are dead. your family is gone. you have no one. you have nothing.
you sleep with a man who could burn your world to the ground. unknowingly, he carves you out a new path.
III.
you go to new orleans in search of the truth. instead you find impossibilities, a pregnancy, and a family you never asked for. the mikaelsons don’t love, they smother, and you both suffer and thrive in their hands.
your daughter is ripped from your womb. you bleed out as her father screams, vows revenge, and the last sound you hear is her cry. hope amongst the chaos.
though your chapter has ended, the book is far from over. you awake, you complete your transition, and you become a hybrid. your daughter has saved you in more ways than one.
you find out about your family. about the crescent wolves, about the curse that binds them. you meet jackson, you venture into the bayou, and you finally feel at home. you finally know who you are.
you are andrea labonair. but you are also hayley marshall. when you marry jackson, when you free the wolves and become their queen, you merge your two worlds and finally feel like things are falling into place.
IV.
like all good things, it comes to an end.
when you arrive in reprieve, you’re on your own. there’s no hope, no klaus, no elijah — no one. you’re on your own.
you belonged and now you don’t.
you ache to go back to how things were.
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( brett dalton, 32, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, DANIEL WARREN / LEVI STONE / FAMINE who is from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, SEASON 3. rumor has it they are a HYBRID / HORSEMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BLOODY KNUCKLES HITTING A PUNCHING BAG, RED SKIES IN THE MORNING, AND STARING AT YOUR REFLECTION THROUGH A SPLINTERED MIRROR.
he’s from a tiny ass town outside of portland. grew up with an abusive alcoholic dad. you can imagine how that went. he was always in trouble as a kid and getting into fights. i feel like the cops were always at his house bc if it wasn’t him getting into trouble, it was his dad. whenever his dad got arrested, he’d ghost and stay with friends so he wouldn’t have to get thrown into the system. he was already taking care of himself anyway, it was nothing new to be left alone for weeks at a time. he was an angry kid; partially bc of his life, partially bc of the werewolf curse in his bloodline. it was from his dad’s side but his dad was adopted ( therefor, his adopted parents weren’t werewolves and had no clue about the supernatural ) and had never triggered his curse so he had no fucking clue what fresh hell was about to be unleashed on him.
he triggered his curse at 15. he was a youngin. he was, maybe wasted, and he and his best friend were fucking around on the docks. they started fighting about something stupid and things turned physical and his friend died; busted his head open on the side of the dock when he went over it and into the water. daniel was so shocked he just watched him drown and didn’t do anything. he was paralyzed. all he remembered after was the pain, how everything was changing and he didn’t know what to do about any of it. when he turned that first full moon, he destroyed their trailer and killed his own father. the guy probably deserved it but that was a lot of blood on his hands. he ended up running away and hitchhiking to portland. as far as the world knew, he was a runaway. he wasn’t a suspect in his dad’s death bc, well, it looked like an animal attack. anyone the police questioned would confirm the truth; daniel was always on the move, you never knew where he’d go. with no relatives to push the envelope, he slipped between the cracks.
it was after his second full moon, after he mauled a couple hikers, that the alpha from the portland pack found him. he took him in, set him up with a trailer of his own, and helped him figure out how to control that rage simmering under the surface. which he did, for the most part. he started boxing, got a job at the gym, paid his fucking taxes. all that normal person stuff. he even had a girlfriend, another one of the werewolves in the pack. she didn’t have anyone either; her parents weren’t around, no siblings, nothing. she was someone it was easy to be around, to be this new, calmer, version of himself. now they still fought, that anger never went away, but he always tried to contain it. he was happy. he didn’t want to lose everything. they got married, maed their trailer a home, and were happy - relatively speaking.
enter klaus mikaelson. he blows into town, promises them the world, and then delivers. for the first time he can control his shift; he doesn’t have to. he can be normal, can be whoever the fuck he wants to be. except there’s rules .. obligations that they can’t shake. suddenly they’re moving to virginia, carting around the guy’s family in coffins and providing him with security. but he’s happy to do it... isn’t he? he owes the guy a debt. he believes it too, right until elijah mikaelson yanks his heart straight out of his chest. he dies, has to watch from the other side as life goes on without him. watches as the love of his life breaks her sire bond, is murdered by klaus in an expression massacre. they’re not reunited; he never sees her again. the veil falls but he has nowhere to go. he looks for klaus and elijah, wants his revenge, but never finds them before the other side is reinstated. when it implodes later on, he faces oblivion. there’s no peace for someone with rage in their heart, revenge on their mind. except when the veil falls, he doesn’t see the white light, or flames licking at his heels. he’s in reprieve.
LANDING IN REPRIEVE
he wakes up in reprieve. he’s nowhere near mystic falls, he’s no longer trapped on the other side, but he’s also hungry. he kills the police officer that finds him, takes his i.d and decides to assume his identity. he changes his hair color, compels the major players in the guys life, and becomes levi stone. as far as he’s concerned, daniel warren is dead. not that anyone in this town — in this time, apparently — would know him. it’s the closest thing to a fresh start as he’ll ever get.
though he has revenge on his mind, as far as he knows... there are no mikaelsons to be seen. he’s just masquerading as levi stone, assuming his role as a police officer. he also opened up his own gym, has a boxing ring and everything bc it helps him unwind. he has a lot of anger in him and he keeps it contained by channelling it into revenge fantasies and productivity. once he finds out that the mikaelsons are here however... all bets are off.
ENTER FAMINE
while impersonating levi stone, out on patrol, he encountered a strange fog. there was a figure in the distance, though he couldn’t make them out, and the next thing he knew there was a ring on his finger and a voice in his head. FAMINE. the horseman of the apocalypse had been brought to reprieve, sensing the disturbance in the city, and needed a powerful body to host him. levi, as a hybrid, was the perfect vessel. they became symbiotic: levi would feed, drown himself in crimson rivers to keep the horseman well fed, and famine would help him with his revenge plans and promise him that the time would come soon enough.
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( adrianne palicki, 20, she/her ) welcome to reprieve, JESSICA MOORE who is from SUPERNATURAL, PILOT. rumor has it they are a HUMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine THE SMELL OF COOKIES BAKING, CHERRY BLOSSOM PETALS FALLING IN THE PARK, SELF-CENSORED SWEAR WORDS, AND NOSTALGIC NINETIES CARTOONS.
While Jessica is a canon character, we actually know very little about her, even canonically. What we do know from the show can be found here
Jessica was born in Oak Ridge, TN, and lived there up until moving to Palo Alto to go to Stanford – but that’s a time period for later.
Growing up everything was, quite frankly, normal. Her middle class family owned their own home, with a white picket fence around the yard and a dog to play with. They were the kind of family that poses for stock photos that come in the picture frames that you buy at the store, all blonde-haired, blue-eyed with a son and daughter. Nothing bad happened growing up, aside from the typical arguing between a sister and her older brother, and even then it was all fairly tame. Life was pretty damn average, and there was nothing wrong with that.
Joshua went to college first, heading off to Brown, and three years later Jessica followed suit, though rather than heading for New York City, she’d set her own sights on California. Truthfully she wasn’t even totally sure when she left just what she would wind up studying, only sure that whatever she did in life she wanted to be helping people. Maybe it would be law, or medicine, or some kind of humanitarian work, but that end goal was the same in any of those fields - she just wanted to help.
One thing she hadn’t counted on in California? Brady introducing her to Sam Winchester. She fell hard, and she fell fast, and there was no going back. She admired him, and soon she was no longer thinking about things in terms of her own future, but their future. She was more than happy to bring him home to meet her family - aunts, uncles, cousins… Mom, Dad, Josh… It all just felt so right. Everything in her life was falling into place, and she was really beginning to see it all play out in front of her quite clearly. Their own house in a small town somewhere, with their own children and their dog all surrounded by that same white picket fence she’d grown up in herself…
And then Dean had shown up in the middle of the night, and there was another side to him that she’d never really anticipated, and with an interview only a couple of days away he was packing a bag and hopping into his brother’s car to take off looking for their father. Sure it raised questions, but more than anything it raised concern. These weren’t the kind of things she counted on coming from him, but he promised he would be back in time for the interview, and he’d never broken a promise to her before.
But then one minute she was pulling a batch of cookies out of the oven and quickly writing out a handwritten note (in case she was already asleep when he got back) and the next thing she knew she was somewhere else entirely, with absolutely no recollection of how she’d gotten there, or what she was there for.
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( nina dobrev, 18, she/her ) welcome to reprieve, ELENA GILBERT who is from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, SEASON 3. rumor has it they are a HUMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BULLET JOURNALS, TEAR STAINED PILLOWS and OLD WORN CONVERSE.
hey, hi, hello, it’s ya resident trash girl here, essy. back at it again with my favourite doppelganger, who is both a pain in the ass but the most compassionate soul. i’m pulling her after the kiss with damon at the motel in season three. episode nineteen to be exact. so this girl is going to be in for a TIME. she is of course, a canon character and i do not have the energy or time to explain everything about her because i’m too lazy for that which most of you know. so read about her, here.
HER BACKGROUND.
elena gilbert is the adopted daughter of grayson and miranda gilbert, although the fact that they aren’t her blood related parents is something unknown to her until season one of the vampire diaries. her childhood is relatively happy, brought up seeing her dad as a doctor, thus inspiring her to want to follow in his footsteps as an adult. she falls in line as a sister to jeremy extremely easily, and loves him unconditionally. and they’re even somewhat close growing up. she’s extremely loyal, and compassionate and this is seen evident with her friends. she would do absolutely anything for them, sacrifice ANYTHING, and everything.
her easy life of dating matt donovan, being on the cheerleading squad and such is all foiled once she and her parents get into a car accident, going over wickery bridge ---- this, resulting in the loss of them both and her living. though it could be noted that things weren’t perfect before that, not truly. at least, she wasn’t happy with matt, and she felt there had to be more to life. but things were about to change, a full one eighty. IT’S MYSTIC FALLS, nothing bad happens here. if she could remember saying those words, she would definitely want someone to punch her in the face, believing she jinxed it. things are already difficult, her brother turning to drugs to cope, her ending her relationship with matt and spending more time with her journal than people. maybe it was a comfort to just let feelings out and not have to live up to people and their expectations, or to feel uncomfortable in their gazes, and pity filled eyes. IT HAD GOT CONSIDERABLY HARDER TO BREATHE.
TVD.
and then things get so much worse ---- or better, depending on how you look at it. the bombshells, aka two supernatural brothers walk into her life. and she falls in love, albeit with them both, though she hasn’t acknowledged that as of yet. she doesn’t want to be like katherine, doesn’t want to string people along, and yet she’s already done that. with stefan and damon comes a whole world of trouble, more loss, even the loss of her own life at the hands of an evil hybrid wanting to break a silly little curse that apparently she was the KEY for. one of the biggest things is finding out that john gilbert, her supposed uncle is her biological dad, and that her history teacher’s presumed DEAD wife is her bio mom. and then losing them too, along with aunt jenna. it’s safe to say that elena gilbert’s life is well and truly cursed with a grief so suffocating, that she does suffer with a true fright of losing people.
but with stefan, she finally feels like she’s able to breathe, like she has someone who gets it. who knows everything going on, and doesn’t expect too much of her. someone always there to catch her when she falls. and a lot of the time she does, a lot of the times she’s the damsel in distress, and she HATES it. hates that people sacrifice for her. this could be down to an overwhelming sense of survivors guilt, from her parents, and the endless list of others dying because of, or related to her. with stefan, she gets to be FREE.
...but it’s never that simple. and things take a disastrous turn once stefan goes off with klaus, leaving her with damon. like he’d sold his soul to the devil. and suddenly, she has no one to depend upon. only, she does. and damon surprises her, challenges her, and sneaks up on her and she’s left more conflicted than ever. if there’s one thing she hated more than anything, it was how katherine pierce had been the bomb threatening to explode the relationship between the brothers, and now she felt the same. even if she hadn’t acknowledged how she was feeling, too scared to do so. something wasn’t right. there was a part of her that felt something for damon, that felt protected by him, and that she felt like he was edging slowly into her heart even after all the horrendous things he had done. SHE HATED ALL OF IT. because she was in control, because she wanted these things, and yet it was causing more of a cataclysmic effect than it was even possible to acknowledge. because she had given her heart to stefan, always. and now, she was even more confused than ever. because he wasn’t here. and damon was. and maybe that’s what she wanted.
NOW.
one minute she’s running back to the motel room after lighting her own match to her life after kissing damon, after she’d WANTED to kiss him. in a cheap motel in denver, no less. and it was everything she’d thought it would be, like a fire so potent from the heights of passion that it engulfed her, took her hostage and she’d never wanted to be set free. running was easier than confronting what she had JUST done, and what it meant, and it’s as she’s opening the door and walking inside ----- that she realises that it’s not the room she was SUPPOSED to sleep in. in fact she had walked straight out of a random shop door, into a street that she DID not recognise, and oh she had tried to go back through said door, only getting crazy looks from the people working in the supermarket.
she didn’t know where she was, or HOW she was there. and the horrific sense of fight or flight had set in and knocked her well and truly into panic mode. and she can’t help but think witches are at fault, magic doing the unthinkable.
there’s a worry for jeremy, for her brother knowing that kol is out there, and for damon and for herself. there’s a worry over everything. and yet, the town has this unflinching ability to make her doubt EVERYTHING. had she just made this up in her head? time will tell.
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( margot robbie, 28, she/her ) welcome to reprieve, VERONICA MOONEY. rumor has it they are a DEMON/WITCH, from REPRIEVE but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the DELTA district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine RAIN ON WINDOWS,ROSES AND BLACK AND WHITE CATS
Veronica was born and raised in reprieve, her father moving over from Ireland to chase the love of his life,her mother. They were together for a few years before they had her and a younger daughter two years later.
However there was one big thing her mother forgot to tell her father, she was a demon. Even though he had been open about being a witch,she kept it a secret until their second daughter was born. By them Veronica already had her abilities but they put down what she did due to being unable to control as she was still only two.
It was the talk of powers that differed the parents,her mother wanting to embrace her demonic powers while her father taught her how to use her powers for good. This sadly caused the two to divorce,leaving Veronica’s father to raise his daughters.
Like he said, she grew up to use her powers for good,even though the pull of evil was strong,she would do her best to ignore it. She was very into extra curricular activities at school and after school,such as gymnastics and even drumming,the second being something her father suggested.
She continued to control herself however something inside of her slipped out when she lost somebody important to her. She had been heading to her friends house when she walked in on a sight, her friend laying dead on the floor. She got so angry that she almost destroyed the house,but thankfully she was able to stop when she did.
She knew that she had to get out of town for a while,which her father agreed was best. So she did, heading off to college back in Ireland,studying music engineering. She felt more relaxed and herself,even getting to meet some of her fathers side of the family who she stayed with while in college.
A few years past and she went back home,feeling more calm and collected,getting her own apartment and a job as a bartender like she had when she was in college. She is still close to her sister and father,however, she hasn’t spoken to her mother in years. She still works to keep her demonic half in check even though the anger over the loss of her friend causes it to creep out every so often.
Quick facts:
She is bisexual.
Very caring and kind but also has a quick temper.
Owns a black and white cat called Penguin
Is known to be very loud.
Connections:
Ex: High school sweethearts but broke up after Veronica went to college,are still close friends.
Friends: Somebody who she has become friends with in the last year or so, can be from work or just from around.
Best Friend: Somebody she has known for years,since she was really young and can talk to about anything.
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( alberto rosende, 18, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, SIMON LEWIS who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, SEASON 2. rumor has it they are a VAMPIRE/DAYLIGHTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine ACCOUNTING TEXTBOOKS WITH SONG LYRICS SCRIBBLED INTO THE MARGINS, SIPPING BLOOD FROM CAPRI SUN POUCHES, AND WEARING YOUR HEART NOT ON YOUR SLEEVE BUT ETCHED INTO YOUR VISAGE; EXPOSED FOR ALL TO SEE.
i.
simon’s the youngest of two children. his older sister, rebecca, has two years on him, and his parents were high school sweethearts turned life partners. things were good. great, even. he had a great family, a best friend who lived a throwing distance away in clary, and a grandmother who was suffocatingly sweet in how she loved them. everything was perfect.
perfect, however, can never last forever.
his father, levi, is sick most of his life. but he’s the healthy kind of sick — the kind of sick you almost forget about because it’s always been part of your story. when he has a heart attack, shortly after simon’s 14th birthday, his death is a shock. no one saw it coming.
his mother starts drinking. his sister’s 16, buries herself in her relationship, and simon does his best to pick up the slack. it’s a rough few years but eventually his mom cleans up, gets her 30 day chip, and then a year, and things almost feel normal again. or at least, less like they’re teetering on the edge of chaos.
if he makes safe choices, doesn’t rock the boat, it’s because he’s been paddling alone all his life. he doesn’t know what happens when he stops.
ii.
he’s 18 when he finds out that all of the legends are true. some that he hasn’t even heard of. demons, vampires, werewolves, faeries — all true. except instead of van helsing doing the hunting they’re called shadowhunters and clary, his clary, is one of them. his best friend. he’s worried — for her safety, what these revelations mean, and if maybe they’ve all entered some kind of trippy twilight zone — when being in the right place at the wrong time gets him pulled into their world.
correction: his world now.
camille belcourt feeds him her blood which leads to hallucinations; fear that he’s becoming a vampire. in search of answers he turns back up at the dumort, only to walk straight into his own death. instead of staying dead forever, raphael gives clary the choice and she chooses life; or at least, the undead version.
he becomes a vampire. he chokes on the names of his god. he wonders if it was the right choice.
iii.
being a vampire? not all it’s cracked up to be. as a vegetarian, simon takes great offence to drinking blood. he drinks enough to get by, though sometimes has a tendency to starve himself until he’s desperate. he doesn’t like being a vampire, though he has come to appreciate some of the perks.
it also helps that after drinking jace’s blood, he’s a daylighter. no more hiding in the shadows for this vamp.
after years of being clary’s best friend, of treading carefully in the friendzone, something sparked between them. they kissed and decided to give things a try.
so of course, it only makes sense that that’s the moment he gets portaled into some alternate dimension where all of his friends are gone.
he takes up residence in a vacant mini-home on some lot in echo. houses for the displaced are popping up everywhere, taking advantage of the newcomers’ desperation, but he figures squatting until he can figure out how to get home is better than trying to navigate home loans in what he isn’t convinced isn’t some advanced version of the sims. or worse.
he’s been around reprieve for a few weeks so assuming connections is fine by me!
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( elizabeth gillies, 19/unknown, she/her ) welcome to san francisco, ELIZA CERRATO/PESTILENCE. rumor has it they are a HORSEMAN, from REPRIEVE, but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the BETA district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine FRESH TATTOOS, BLOODSTAINED SKIN & HURRICANES.
NAME: eliza cerrato.
NICKNAMES: e, cerrato & bitch.
GENDER: cisfemale.
ROMANTIC & SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual/panromantic. AGE: 19.
BIRTHDAY: 27th of december ( sagittarius ).
HEIGHT: 5’ 7”.
OCCUPATION/STATUS: student.
ETHNICITY: caucasian with some italian ( subject to change should she body jump ).
HAIR COLOUR/LENGTH: brown, medium to long dependent on the time of the year.
EYE COLOUR: blue-green.
PHYSICAL BUILD: slim, some muscle but not over built or appearing to have the strength she does.
SPECIES: horseman ( pestilence ).
POSITIVE TRAITS: motivated, outgoing, observant ( photographic memory ) & intelligent.
NEGATIVE TRAITS: cynical, evasive, aggressive, stoic ( doesn’t often show her emotions ) & impulsive.
FEARS: confinement & fires.
PERSONALITY
She’s callous and absolute, tends to be blunt or doesn’t care enough due to some self oppressed need to believe that nothing lasts and she’s going to lose whatever she has at the time. She’s kind beneath it all and loyal to the people she loves the most; something that speaks far more for who she is than the wall she puts up due to her years in the foster system and a few bad run ins when she was on the streets. She’s a tough cookie because that’s what she had to become to survive: she couldn’t be the naive little girl who kept getting fucked over.
BIO
tw mentions of: alcohol abuse & drug abuse
RELATIVES: alexandra domer ( mother - werewolf ) & nathan oliver ( father - human ), apollo oliver ( half brother - witch via his mother ).
So young eliza grew up in boston, her mother attempting the single parenting route and her father had left far before she was even aware of who he was. Her mother did her best for the first five years but addiction is sadly a cruel disease and in the end having a child became too much for her. So eliza ended up in the system at five, moving from foster home to foster home never quite settling because she felt lost and angry but back then she had too much trust that people cared.
Her longest foster home was with the troubadour family, kind bunch but strict. From the humble age of ten up until 15 she had a family, not the perfect one but one where she got to understand normality and what it was to have a father. Of course at some point the aggression that is a part of the werewolf curse beat her ass; she became a troublesome teen, almost burnt down the family home only to find herself with a fear of the confinement fire offered. They demanded punishment but the only punishment that would slowly approach was entering a foster system that wasn’t kind to girls her age. So she ran.
The streets weren’t nice and she kept to herself for a year, barely getting by. It was a fight over money she’d worked hard to collect that left her with a triggered curse: a push too far that ended in murder and more running. She was terrified and naive enough to fall into the hands of anyone that needed someone like her. She thought she found a safe place, met a member of a pack that offered refuge. It was more cult than pack; it ran primarily to get money for the group, give to the group and get safety in return. She wouldn’t have left it and would’ve certainly remained there if it wasn’t for a saving grace, a passer by who happened to understand her and want to help ( he was also smart enough to not fall into naive choices ). He became an older brother figure, even within her struggle and anger...the walls she’d put up. He was sort of an anchor so to speak. He kept her safe until she was old enough to cope and then kept his distance as to not be overbearing.
PRESENT - RUNDOWN
she found herself at the salvatore boarding school for a while, making friends with a select group of chaotics who seem to understand her. she was originally a werewolf but due to her involvement with gang business ( via the chaos of friends and their families ), she found herself in survival mode and in the body of a horseman. hence the present chapter in her journey, bringing her to reprieve.
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( brett dalton, 40, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, VALENTINE MORGENSTERN who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, SEASON 2. rumor has it they are a SHADOWHUNTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine CONVICTIONS STRONGER THAN IRON, BLOODSTAINED HANDS, AND EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES BY PANIC AT THE DISCO.
previously on shadowhunters:
valentine was one of the clave’s best and brightest shadowhunters in his youth. his whole family were legacies; the bravest and the best, each generation trained ruthlessly to ensure they could handle themselves in combat. this led valentine to both love and despise his father. he resented his unforgiving spirit, how hard he could sometimes be on him, but knew that he made him a better fighter.
while attending the shadowhunter academy in idris, near alicante where he was born and raised, he formed an organization called the circle. initially, the circle was founded to protest the antiquated views of the clave and the consul. they were young voices, all ambitious and hungry, and longed for a world where they could be better than the generation before. they wanted to reform the downworld — and the accords — and forge a new and better world. everything changed, however, after valentine’s father was murdered on what should have been a routine werewolf den inspection. his mother, shortly after, died of a heart attack. grief, valentine would say to anyone who would listen. grief was killed her. a broken heart. their deaths changed something in valentine. he hardened, his views becoming more radical, and his desire to reform the downworld turned to a hatred for all downworlders. he saw them all as demons, as creatures that masquerade as humans, and if they couldn’t be controlled they needed to be eradicated.
as the circle began to grow in power, valentine started experimenting. first, on himself, and then later on his unborn children. when injecting himself with demon blood, or angel blood, he saw temporary changes to his strength, powers, etc, but because he was an adult they never lasted. he figured that if he experimented on a child before their birth, he’d have a better chance of bringing about the strongest generation of shadowhunters. he married jocelyn and fed her demon blood while she was pregnant. he did a similar test with stephen herondale’s wife celine, with angel blood, from the angel ithuriel that he had bound and held captive in the cellar of their house. he also did some other questionable things around this time. when lucien turned on him, his parabatai, he put him in a position where he was bitten by a werewolf. they fought and he told lucien if he had any honor, he would kill himself. he didn’t stick around long enough to figure out what decision he’d made. as his parabatai rune faded away, inflicting a pain worse than death upon him, he barely felt it; his humanity was so far removed, it was like he couldn’t feel things like pain, or love, anymore. or so he liked to think.
shortly after this, the uprising was planned. the circle would attack accords hall when the accords were to be signed, killing all of the downworlders inside. poised for peace, none of them would be prepared; it’d be a slaughter. jocelyn, disillusioned by valentine at this point, conspired with downworlders to put a stop to his plan. as a result, they were prepared for the assault and many circle members died during the uprising. valentine, sensing defeat, fled and faked his own death — and the death of his son — so that they wouldn’t come looking for him. he also kept stephen herondale’s son, jace, and raised him as his own until he was 10.
valentine raised his own son, jonathan, and stephen’s son — also jonathan — and compared them. he’d experimented on one with angel blood and the other with demon blood, so he was monitoring their progress and training them to be the perfect soldiers. jace was too weak, despite his efforts to make him strong and sever his emotional ties, and jonathan was too violent. neither was quite right. shortly after jace’s tenth birthday, when he was on the verge of discovery, he faked his own death again and jace was sent to live with the lightwoods. he knew maryse, one of his most loyal followers,�� would take care of him.
shadowhunters season one & two
18 years after valentine went into hiding, he’s just about ready to make his comeback. one of his circle members spots clary going into a club which is his first lead to jocelyn and the mortal cup. he needs the mortal instruments so that he can make his own army of shadowhunters to overthrow the clave.
long story short, he finds clary, gets the cup, and convinces jace to go with him in order to save his friends. sue him, the kid’s useful — with a little needling, he’s sure he can turn him. in the end clary rescues him and he loses them both but it’s a temporary setback. especially once he tells jace he has demon blood and that clary’s his sister. yes, he lied to manipulate them. he’s not in the running for father of the year.
the clave, as predicted, throw jace into the city of the bones when he returns, they wrongfully assume he’s a traitor, that he’s siding with his father, and valentine uses the distraction to steal the soul sword. by the end of the first half of the season, he manipulates jace into activating the soul sword and kills a room filled with downworlders. the uprising finally comes to fruition. he leaves with the soul sword but gets stopped by clary who nullifies it.
where is he now?
the portal shows up moments later. he steps through with the nullified sword and the cup, one mortal instrument short of the set.
he’s not too concerned with the fact that he’s in the future. he has the mortal instruments, he’s working on creating more shadowhunters — though, admittedly, they’re not turning out so hot these days — and amassing his army for when the time comes. clave or no clave in this new world, he knows the list of his enemies is a mile long. once he finds out that his children are here — and that some of them might not know what he’s done yet — will give him the perfect opportunity to turn them towards his favor.
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( jared padalecki, 35ish, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, SAM WINCHESTER who is from SUPERNATURAL, SEASON 14. rumor has it they are a HUNTER/SPECIAL CHILD, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine PLAID SHIRTS, DARK CIRCLES FROM SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, AND SECRETS BURIED IN LIES.
given that sam’s a canon character from supernatural, i’m not going to go super in-depth on his background. you can read about it here.
basically from a young age, sam was resistant to the life the winchesters lived. he didn’t want to be a hunter — he longed to be normal, to have your typical apple pie life, and he left hunting behind to do just that. he went to stanford, took the LSATS, and was going to law school. throw in probably marrying his college girlfriend, maybe having a couple kids, and he knew exactly how his life would play out.
that is, until dean crashed through his window and said their father was missing. he allows himself to get dragged back into a world he thought he’d left behind, willfully ignorant to the visions he’d been having. when he finally gets back to stanford, his girlfriend dies at the hands of the very creature that killed their mother 20 years earlier.
the rest, as they say, is history. saving people, hunting things; the family business.
but it’s not just monsters that go bump in the night. there’s demons, angels, even the big man himself, and in the end it’s all just some cosmic joke. god’s a puppet master with too much free time on his hands and he makes them suffer. they suffer, they lose, and in the last stand against him they lose again. one last time. the end.
( this is au post s14. i diverged a little and ruined his life bc i’m the worst. )
except it isn’t. he’s in purgatory, trapped with no visible way out; one last game chuck plays with him. when he manages to get out, he’s the sole survivor. jack, cas, dean, they’re all dead. he starts over. so he does what he knows; he saves people, hunts things. it’s shortly after that he meets another hunter and her family. while he was planning on going it alone, keeping to himself and just focusing on the work, something about her endeared him and they started working jobs together. they hunted, fell in love, and were y’know relatively happy for 4 years. they even decided to get married, though they never did make it down the aisle after saying i do. papers signed, but no happy ending. an enemy of the winchesters grabbed sam, carving out his anti-possession tattoo mid-ceremony. he was possessed by a demon who was working with their enemy, forced to watch himself kill friends and people he considered family. he was powerless to stop them. when his wife came face to face with him, standing among the corpses of their friends, he’d hoped she’d put an end to their suffering. that was the rule; if something ever happened, they weren’t to hesitate but to shoot first, ask questions later. she didn’t though, and he got away. as far as he knew, she was dead; murdered by his hand.
everything’s blurry after that. one minute it’s 2030, and the next he’s back in 2020 and in a city he’s not sure every existed. he’s certainly never heard of it. maybe it’s a blessing, getting those missed years back, or some kind of ‘groundhogs day’ esque curse — or trap — that he’s playing straight into.
SO WHAT NOW?
his memories of his time possessed are patchy, and some of it is just straight up inaccurate bc he had his memories / awareness fucked with by the demon. it’s why he thinks his wife’s dead even though he didn’t actually do it. he’s also now starting to experience some of the… side effects of not being on his demon blood shit. because, ofc, the demon wanted to be powerful and was guzzling it like you wouldn’t believe. soon, he’s going to be experiencing worse than a few hallucinations. given how much he ingested, if he doesn’t get back on his shit — it might kill him.
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( ben barnes, 27/178, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, DAMON SALVATORE who is from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, SEASON 3. rumor has it they are a VAMPIRE, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BARBED INSULTS DRIPPING IN BOURBON, DARK COLORED V-NECKS, AND A SUPERNOVA JUST BEFORE IT BECOMES A BLACK HOLE.
hey there, hi there, ho there !! it’s ya girl c, back at it again with your resident trash vampire damon salvatore. i’m pulling him from somewhere in the middle of season three but the where’s and why’s aren’t that important. long story short, damon’s a canon character, so you can read more about him here.
IN THE BEGINNING.
you’re the last line of defense between your father and your younger brother. when he acts out, or break things, you take responsibility. you take the hits so he won’t have to. he doesn’t see it for what it is — none of them do. you’re young when you lose your mother. you can’t manage to sum up the parts of her life, deliver a eulogy to the masses, and once again you let down the family. disappointment, you hear them whisper. the whispers grow louder when you defect from the army, return home and find yourself seeking love and compassion from anyone willing to offer it. never for keeps though, not until her.
katherine pierce is everything you’ve ever dreamed of. she makes you laugh, sees you imagining an exciting future, one far away from the south, and you let yourself dream. until those dreams are dashed, like a pin pricking a balloon, and they take her away. you try to save her but you’re no hero. two shots from your father’s gun and you’re still. your brother, too. death comes for you. except it doesn’t.
you wake up in transition. with katherine gone, you decide the promise of immortality isn’t worth the price you’ll pay. your brother disagrees; this choice, he makes for you. you’ll hold it against him for over a century. you can’t forgive the creator that made you the monster you became.
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES.
you come to town for katherine but you stay for stefan. you love her, she loves him. it stings, but you stay. or maybe it’s for elena. you slip into old patterns like nothing has changed. your brother’s girl isn’t your girl, but you wish she was. in the end it’s stefan. it’s always stefan, and you learn to live with the fractured pieces of your heart. you tell yourself you don’t have one, that you can’t be hurt, and even you believe your own lies.
in the end, a liar is only as good as their performance and darling, you’re receiving a standing ovation.
NOW.
you don’t wake up. one minute you’re talking to a familiar face and in the next, you’re staring up at a waning moon. you realize quickly you’re not in mystic falls, not anymore, but where you are isn’t as important as when.
it’s 2020.
yesterday, it was 2011.
nine years of your life unaccounted for. the memories are gone, or perhaps they never existed. the longer you stay in reprieve, the more uncertain you become.
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