#we truly are child labor fc

[barcaislifeee]

no way i just watched us struggle for a tie against a relegation club

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

           Jiang Yingyue, a 25 year old daughter of Yue Lao.            She is a maid at Sakura Lounge and a fighter at The Pits.

FC NAME/GROUP: Zhao Lusi CHARACTER NAME: Jiang Yingyue AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: November 9, 1998 PLACE OF BIRTH: Guangxi, China OCCUPATION: Maid at Sakura / Part-time Fighter at Fight Club HEIGHT: 161 cm (5’3″) WEIGHT: 46 kg DEFINING FEATURES: Yingyue always has a long, thick rope with heavy ball(meteor hammer) wrapped around her waist. Typically, she keeps her hair up, either in a loose bun or a long braid.

PERSONALITY: Kind-hearted yet heavily spirited, Yingyue always knew what she wanted, and despite the rules that naturally were in place, she always seemed to find a way to achieve what she wanted or needed to do. Her rebellious nature easily could create a path for disaster, but Yingyue’s heart was of gold, always willing to stir up a bit of trouble if it meant she could help someone. To survive such a willful spirit, the demigoddess learned quickly from a young age how to appease others. Though her powers helped to naturally, the charismatic demigoddess spoke as if her words were drenched with honey, especially when she got herself in trouble. Yingyue’s beauty and charm added to her luck, and the sweet woman had a knack for getting what she wanted.

Though she complained and ached about the monks’ boring teaching, Yingyue naturally soaked up any information she could get, as it gave her a platform for being more successful in her next mission. A sort of jack of all trades, Yingyue was just dangerous enough to be successful, but it had only been fighting and the art of persuasion that she was truly well-versed in. So, when she made her spot on the island, Yingyue wanted a chance to be able to follow her interests for once, even though she knew she could never not try to connect other’s red strings.

HISTORY: One late night, the monastery heard a loud bang at their gate and the shrill cries of a woman deep in pain. Deep in labor, Yingyue’s mother was just hours from giving birth, and the monks, unable to turn away a soul in trouble, welcomed her in, attempting to aid the painful birth as best as they could. The sweet child was barely held by the mother once she entered into the world, going into the arms of the Master Jiang where she would stay. Just an evening later, the mother disappeared in the night, leaving the monastery to raise the young demigoddess.

For a woman born in a environment that centered on discipline and focus, she was the exact opposite, a handful whose sweet words and lovable personality seemed to prevent her from too much repercussions from the master and other monks. Yingyue’s life revolved around training as long as she remembered. The monks taught her deep lessons in history, writing and poetry, the arts, and science. Yingyue often joked that she got the finest education, but through her youth, the arduous study sessions stifled her, causing some frustration for the monks that raised her. It was not until they began to teach her tai chi and the mystic arts that she found some interest in her studies. She could finally sit through the boring lectures if it meant that she could move and practice after.

As she grew a bit older, Yingyue finally got to see the outside of the monastery. The outside world only increased the trouble for the monks. On too many occasions, the demigoddess channeled her mother’s escapism, finding means on excursions to the city to explore and enjoy the various stalls and shops. Her master always would give her a firm scolding, but it would never stop her. For in these excursions, she met the sweetest, starving boy, and she realized that those many red strings that clung to master and brother’s ankles were not unique to them.

So used to seeing these strings of fate in the evening, she had never questioned their existence, and if she had, they always had thought she was a young girl with a wild imagination. After many evenings in the city, her chatter on the tangled cords and the matched couples finally grabbed the attention of her brothers. It took much consultation between them and other monasteries from further locales to settle on the truth. In so, the already beloved girl seemed to receive even more attention and support from her family. Yingyue found some new freedom due to her supposed demigod status, and her excursions to the city lasted longer. Romantic love had been such a foreign concept to her, and the need to understand it and assist it drove her to new lengths.

Even as a young teen, her skills and abilities learned at the monastery proved useful in helping lost lovers finally make their connection, to help them create a love story. It was fun, exhilarating. Every new couple gave her new problems to tackle for them, but Yingyue started to question the validity of these matches and the cruelness of not finding a soulmate. Her generally rebellious nature questioned the sanctity of her powers. For her monks who committed their life to training, what became of their soulmates? Did a destined lover always have a happy ending, and if not, why submit to that forced path? Despite so many questions, she continued, hoping to at least give the lovers a chance to make up their own mind. If they were meant to unite, she would allow them to achieve that fate just a bit faster. And in these adventures, she realized that the family that had raised her had merely been the beginning of her journey. Her master had realized at a young age that such a small monastery was not fit for her, So, when the demigoddess approached him, their time ended in a heartfelt goodbye to a family who had treated her well.

The many years following sent her through many major cities. The demigoddess grew some recognition, specifically being requested to help them in their pursuit of their soulmate. These quests kept her fed, but they also taught her more skills to add to her toolkit. From many women, she learned the art of dance, flirtation, and many skills that a monastery of men could never teach her. From many men, she learned the use of technology and some weaponry, specifically the meteor hammer which she fondly carries on her hip. Despite the satisfaction that came from her creative means of introducing young and old lovers, Yingyue felt a bit homesick, wanting to find someplace to at least call her own. And after visiting her father’s temple, it was a piece of red silk string that pointed her there. Falling from the sky, the small thread landed in her hand. With a small note attached, it directed her to an island for people like her. Half gods and deities. Now, those would be some love stories that she would love to help achieve.

PANTHEON: Chinese CHILD OF: Yue Lao POWERS: Under the light of the moon, Yingyue can see the red strings that connect lovers by their ankles. These strings travel all the way to their lover, and as the soulmates come closer, the string shrinks. Yingyue’s can only see these strings, and there is nothing she can do to change their fate. As the daughter of a god of love, the demigoddess is naturally charismatic, naturally radiating a welcoming persona that allows her to easily gain the trust of others. STRENGTHS: Fun-loving, Kind, Talented WEAKNESSES: Rebellious, Hedonistic, Hubris

[homenum-revelio-hq]

Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Ashley!

You have been accepted for the role of PETER PETTIGREW, with your requested faceclaim change to Nico Mirallegro! We really enjoyed reading your application! We particularly liked how you didn’t go down the route of Peter didn’t have a choice, but instead owned that he did have a choice and made the wrong one. We absolutely agree that he should be included in all things Marauders because he was a Marauder and that’s what made the betrayal so heartbreaking! Can’t wait to see what you bring to this character!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Ashley

AGE: 25+

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I work part time, but I’m either always on my phone or online after work.

ANYTHING ELSE: N/A

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Peter Pettigrew

AGE: 21

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: CIS Male, He/Him, Confused - Peter has always assumed that he’s a straight man, but that he would never actually be with someone; who would want someone like him? However, that doesn’t mean that both women and men haven’t caught his eye before; he’s just never admitted that to anyone, or even to himself, because that’s not the way to survive. As far as he’s concerned, he’s going to be single the rest of his life, and his sexuality isn’t ever going to matter.

BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor

ANY CHANGES: I’d like to use Nico Mirallegro as his FC.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY: 

Self-Reliant; it was something that from practically day one Peter Pettigrew had to try and become, and it was something he hated, something that was so prevalent as a child that it felt like a constant weight on his shoulders; even though that was exactly what had saved him, and what had kept him alive thus far. As a child, it had kept him alive, had kept him away from the bullies, had kept him from going under. Always having to be one step ahead, one thought ahead, planning for the next step and the one after that. If he didn’t rely on himself, then he’d have never made it to Hogwarts. Self-reliance isn’t something that normally comes to mind when one thinks of Peter Pettigrew; and that not being the first thought, that’s exactly how Peter likes it. How can anyone know that he’s one step ahead, when they don’t think he can plan his next meal on his own?

The true hatstall was right; and perhaps Peter would have fit more with Slytherin than Gryffindor. After all, there is a certain amount of cunning that has to go into planning three steps ahead to make sure that you survive, right? However, having met those boys on the train, Peter had felt as if they would be the ones to keep him safe, to help him survive the next series of years at school. He’d already been bullied enough as a child before school, and he didn’t want to end up getting bullied his entire career at Hogwarts too. Sure, his first thoughts about the rest of the Marauders were that they would be the ones to keep him safe; but that didn’t mean his love for them was any less as he got to know them, nor that he didn’t truly want to be friends with them. His desperation to be in Gryffindor with them wasn’t just to survive, but because he felt like he needed to be with his friends; his first true friends that he’d ever had before.

Peter played stupid; it was a choice he made, because if he was stupid and always needing help, no one would want to rely on him or ask him for anything, right? And, he always thought that if it was shown he needed his friends and needed their help, they’d be more likely to stick around. For the first two years at Hogwarts, this game plan worked well; the other students and teachers thought he was stupid and an awful student, but because he hung around with the other Marauders, the other students became much less likely to bother him. His friends kept him safe. They also made him realize that he didn’t have to keep playing stupid around them, not that any of the teachers would ever believe he wasn’t still getting a ton of help, however.

The truth was though, that Peter wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t a squib, he wasn’t a hopeless case, and he wasn’t far below his fellow Marauders. After all, he’d helped in their quest to become Animagi, he’d helped with the creation of the Marauder’s Map, and he’d helped with so many of the pranks that they’d pulled. He wasn’t a genius or anything, but he had proved himself rather useful, at least to his friends, and well; if he had been completely useless, would they really have allowed him to stick around and continued to be friends with him?

However, Peter doesn’t believe that he has anywhere near the courage or bravery that his friends posses, and he’s convinced that the only reason the hat was kind enough to let him be in Gryffindor was because he was terrified to be without his friends. All that the hat told him about inner courage and such, it just seemed like a cop out to him. Peter doesn’t think that he’s brave at all. He’s never stood up to his mother, or to the bullies from his childhood, nor the ones at Hogwarts, and he’d easily participated in bullying Snape. He’s always just kept his head down and gone along with things, because it’s the safer option, because that’s what it takes to survive, and survival is what Peter cares about the most.

Very fearful and almost constantly anxious, Peter can easily be come off as shy and reserved to those that don’t know him super well like the Marauders, and that’s the way he wants it. He can appear almost anti-social or apathetic in situations that don’t directly involve him or his survival. It’s easy for others to think that he’s forgetful or foolish, though he does his best to stay useful. Useful to his friends and the Order so they don’t suspect him and turn on him, and useful to the dark lord so he doesn’t kill him. He’s terrified of both, and so weak-willed and desperate to survive that he can’t come clean to his friends and ask for help.

Eventually even, he’s come to believe that his friends really are above him; he’d already always thought they were braver than him, but they had to be smarter than him, stronger than him, all around just better than he was. He was losing faith in his own abilities, and starting to believe everything that so many others were saying; that he was so far below the other Marauders, that he shouldn’t bother. And if everyone else was saying it about the boys he idolized so much, it had to be the truth then, didn’t it? He loves them, so they have to be better than him.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Thistley Pettigrew was a young witch who grew up in her family home in Scotland. She was the apple of her parents eyes, pampered and treated as if she’d never have to have a care in the world. She went to Hogwarts and was a proud Slytherin, much to the surprise of her Gryffindor and Ravenclaw parents. Still, they loved their daughter more than anything and the three were very close. That was why, when they passed only a few months after she graduated from Hogwarts, it was so completely devastating to Thistley. She spent weeks mourning in the family home, before feeling as if she needed to get out; and so she began to travel and drink, partying as if she were trying to drown out the memories and forget the pain completely.

That was where she met Dalziel. It took awhile before she even learned his last name, not thinking it much important at all. He was a drinking buddy and a friend, an older man by seven years, who let her crash with him and who got her back safe when she’d gotten completely wasted. It went from drinking buddy, to friend, to friends with benefits, and Thistley was sure that she was starting to fall in love with the man. He was just what the pureblood needed, despite him being a muggle. She wanted him to stay with her, needed him to stay with her; he took care of her and made her feel as if her parents were right, that she wouldn’t have to have a care, because she would be taken care of. Who needed work when you had a man ready to provide for you?

It was when she became pregnant that things took a turn. Thistley had never wanted children, but Dalziel’s attention had started to wander towards other girls, girls younger than her age of twenty. She had to get the attention back on her, she had to keep him from leaving her; and so, she’d made sure that they weren’t as careful as they’d always been, and gotten herself pregnant. She was ecstatic, already thinking of them moving back to her family home and raising their child together, feeling as if she’d just won the lottery. But Dalziel… he hadn’t wanted children either, and when she announced that she was pregnant, he’d begun to look for a way out.

It was towards the end of her being seven months along that Dalziel left one night to get them food and he didn’t return. Thistley had fallen asleep, exhausted from the pregnancy, and awoken to find that he still hadn’t come back. She felt like she couldn’t be too concerned; he was having a child with her, he had to come back, didn’t he? But days went by and she didn’t hear from him, couldn’t find him. She didn’t leave the apartment though, desperately hoping that he would come back, and when she went into labor, she was sure that he would be at the hospital with her.

He wasn’t. He didn’t show up at the hospital, and Thistley was devastated. When she was finally ready to go home, she couldn’t go back to the apartment if he wasn’t there, and so she left a note for him, hoping he’d see it if he returned and that he would join her at her family home. She went there with her little boy, her little Peter. She’d named him, and in a fit of angry at Dalziel not being there for them, decided not to use his last name. Instead, she gave him her own last name, vowing that once his father returned, she’d change it for him. He was her darling little boy, her ticket to getting her love back, and Dalziel would return, he had to.

A year went by, and Dalziel never returned. Thistley was never able to find him, and it wore on her. Here she was now, a single mother of a small baby, living in a large building that felt less like a home anymore and more like a prison. It was in need of repair, and she was in need of money. She found a girl who was willing to babysit for her and watch Peter while she worked, and she was more than glad to hand off the small child to someone else. She’d started to resent her child, and she didn’t have time to take care of him or focus on him, not when she had to begin working and getting things back together for her life. She was tired, angry at the world, and upset at the fact that people looked at her as if she were garbage.

The babysitter seemed to care about as much as his mother did. She took care of the boy, of course, making sure he was bathed and fed and was learning to talk and walk as he grew… but it was a job and not her own child. It was at that point, as he began to get old enough to learn and do things on his own, that Peter had to really learn to become self-reliant. His mother was always busy and rarely had time to even speak to her child, and the babysitter had started becoming more interested in sneaking around the home with her boyfriend than actually watching over the child she was supposed to be taking care of. It was only a few years that she was even there, since she rarely got paid and finally had enough.

Peter learned quickly to take care of himself. It weight heavily on the young boy’s shoulders, and he vowed that once he was older… once he was older, he would have help. He wouldn’t have to be so self-sufficient. He’d have people to take care of him and do things for him. He wouldn’t have to worry about being safe, or fearing for his life because he had to go into town on his own; he’d have people that would protect him unlike his mother, and who would make sure he was safe and alive. Survival was his main focus, and it was learning to think two steps ahead and always trying to figure out the next outcome that would become ingrained in his mind.

He’d once tried to ask his mother about his father; because well, what child wouldn’t be interested in the parent that wasn’t there, wanting to know why he wasn’t. Had he died? Left them? It had eaten away at him for so long, and finally he’d asked, but he hadn’t gotten the answer he expected. His mother had brushed him off like it didn’t matter, telling him that she didn’t know the man’s last name, and that it wasn’t important anyway. Peter was so surprised by it, and off put by his mother’s reaction, that he was too scared to ever ask her about it again, despite wanting to desperately find the man.

When it was his turn to go to Hogwarts, his mother was actually very surprised that he’d even gotten his letter; she hadn’t realized that her son had any magical talent, though that was probably because she hadn’t paid much attention to him at all. All Peter wanted was to go and learn enough to keep himself safe and alive. If he could learn enough for that, that was all that mattered. He wasn’t a leader, he didn’t want to go in and run things, he didn’t want to be some superstar… all he wanted was to be accepted by someone, to be included and feel like, for once in his life, he wasn’t completely alone. All he wanted was to survive.

OCCUPATION: Peter is a Potioneer at the Apothecary in Diagon Alley.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Peter never wanted to join the Order. He wasn’t a huge supporter of the cause, he didn’t want to fight… but the others had joined, and who was he to disagree? They weren’t in the dorm anymore, and he was terrified that them being apart would mean they would leave him behind. Losing his friends would have been devastating to him, and so, as with everything else, he followed along without question. But he isn’t convinced that in the end, they’re going to come out on top. He gets it. The others are passionate about the cause, they’re so concerned with what’s right and wrong, and they want to fight for those rights for everyone. They want to save the world, and it doesn’t surprise Peter at all. His friends especially have always had the gumption to do just that, and the belief that they can and will. But he isn’t convinced that it’s going to work, and he’s scared of what the outcome could be. Of course he wants things to turn out right… but he doesn’t want to have to give his life in order to make that happen. He wants to live. He’s not even sure that they’re not all wasting their time with the Order, or if it’s not all going to crumble around them, and very soon. Him betraying them is just loosening the stones in the foundation, and he can’t help but be torn between the thoughts of ‘this was already happening’ and ‘I’m the one that’s bringing it down’.

SURVIVAL:

Peter survives because he’s become a double agent. He’s made himself useful to both sides, and therefore whichever side is winning, that’s the side he’s going to jump ship to. It’s a heartbreaking idea to him, and he can feel the guilt gnawing away at his insides, but he knows it’s what he has to do. He has to be able to survive, and that means doing things he doesn’t want to do. No matter what, he’s going to live; even if that means he has to destroy those he loves in order to do it. He’s useful to the Order by his profession, and the fact that the Marauders are there and he’s one of them. He’s useful to the Dark Lord because he’s an inside man and can pass on things from the Order. He feels like he has protection from both sides, and as long as those two sides don’t figure out what he’s doing… then he’s going to be alright. But having to lie to his friends, and having to be careful around the Dark Lord, it’s taking a toll. He wishes that he had been stronger, that he had been brave or courageous for once in his life… but that wasn’t to be, and now he just has to live with what he’s done.

He’s currently in a very small apartment in London. His mother didn’t want him coming back to the family home, not when she finally had the house to herself again, and so he’d scrounged up enough money to move out, and now has his own little apartment. To him, it’s a blessing, because he can actually rest and relax there. However, he does miss the dorm room so much, and it can get incredibly lonely for him being on his own. It’s warmly decorated, and he’s got so many blankets; on the couch, on his bed, on the chair, almost as if he’s using the blankets to nest in to feel safer.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Peter loves his friends almost more than anything, the only thing he cares about more is, well, himself. Still, the Marauders mean the world to him, and he looks up to them so much. They’ve always been, in his view, the best people in the entire world. They’re smarter than him, stronger than him, braver than him, and all around better; at least he’s convinced himself of this. He still almost doesn’t understand why they’d be friends with someone like him. Still, he loves them. He’s always been close with Remus, admired Sirius, and looked up to James. He could talk for hours about how great they are, and yet, here he is betraying them. He feels guilty and wishes he could just confide in them, that he could just tell them what he’s done and break down and ask for help… but he’s too far in at this point to stop it, and he’s convinced that even if they did find out, they wouldn’t help him; they’d just turn on him for it taking this long for him to do anything. So, that option is off the table, and it breaks his heart. For now, the only way he’s staying above water is lying to them, and that’s going to be how it has to go. It’s the same for the others in the Order. Peter cares for them, he’s watched them fight and struggle to survive, just as he’s doing. But he can’t sacrifice himself to keep them alive. So, as much as he looks up to all of them, and wants to be close and friends with them as well, he can’t help but keep that thought in the back of his head, 'I have to survive first’.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: Peter/Chemistry is what I ship, although Peter is really not seemingly interested in anything romantic at this point, and may not be; not when there’s a war and his survival has to come first, and not when he’s sure no one will ever want him.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Being that his mother is a pureblood and that he, and most others, don’t know who his father is, Peter gets away with being a half-blood that thinks his father was also a wizard, not a muggle. His mother has basically insisted that his father was also a wizard, though only a half-blood, so that Peter wouldn’t have the 'stain’ of having a muggle for a father. Listening to his mother, Peter didn’t have the best opinion of muggles growing up. However, meeting muggleborns like Lily and stepping further out into the world instead of his family home, Peter’s eyes opened up more and he’s much more accepting than he was before. Yes, he still has the occasional slip-ups where he says something biased or rude, but he’s still learning. The hardest thing for him now is the fact that he’s around the Death Eaters that talk so badly about muggles and muggleborns, and it’s hard for him sometimes to remember to keep those thoughts out of his head except when he’s with them. After all, he doesn’t want to slip up in front of Lily when he adores her so much, and he doesn’t want her to hate him.

It’s hard for him to keep both worlds separate sometimes, going between the open minded thoughts of the real him, being with the order and his friends (i.e. being completely fine with werewolves, because obviously he became an Animagi to help Remus and stay with him during a full moon, being okay with muggles because of being around them and such, etc.) but also, going back to the close-minded feelings he has to get in his head with the Death Eaters. Having to hate muggles and muggleborns, having to dislike werewolves, having to think purebloods are better than everyone else. Those thoughts burrow deep, and it’s hard to shake them. Still, as a white, CIS man, Peter seems like he can get away with a little bit more; that and the fact that he’s learned to just keep his mouth shut and not say anything at all, well, that makes more sense.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

Peter has never been my favorite Marauder, by far. However, I’ve always had a soft spot for him, especially after the way he’s always treated in the fandom. Yes, he was awful in his later years and there’s no denying that. However, he was still a Marauder. He still was their friend. He still was one of them, no matter how much anyone wants to try and erase it or leave him out of all the edits and stories, etc, that they make. So really, I’m just mostly looking forward to getting to play him. Getting to show that there’s more to Peter Pettigrew than just the “evil man who turned on the people who cared for him”, and getting to play out the fact that he’s torn between two worlds and that he’s just desperately trying to survive, and so misguided that he thinks the only way to survive is to step on those he loves. I’m looking forward to playing out all the different sides of him, and to show that he’s such a complex character, and that maybe if he’d just been treated differently, or things had been handled different, it wouldn’t have turned out the way it did for him or anyone else.

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Welcome to Porthaven, Ellie! We can’t wait to meet Tristan Morello!

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Name: Ellie Pronouns: She/Her Age: 21+ Timezone: EDT Activity Level: I have work from 9am-5pm - I lurk during that time, maybe post if work is really slow. My evenings are usually free though. I’ll be on and post at least once a day. Taking into account (sometimes sudden) muse drops, I’d probably give myself a 5/10. Triggers: N/A Anything Else: I’m so psyched for this RP! If you need any help with lists or anything like that, feel free to ask (I enjoy cultivating and updating lists for some reason) *shrug face*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　CHARACTER INFORMATION　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Name: Tristan Morello Age: 07/21/1997 Gender: Male FC: Marlon Teixeira

Character Biography

The story of Tristan’s birth and subsequent abandonment was unremarkable. His father was a businessman, in the States for only a few days at a conference. There, he met Tristan’s mother: a charismatic, enigmatic beauty. Allured and intrigued by each other, the fling was over as soon as it had started: dinner, drinks, and a night neither of them have much of a memory of. With no father in the picture and her own career in mind, Tristan’s mother made a decision: she would carry the child, but that was all. Within hours being discharged from the hospital and not wanting to go through the time-consuming wait and process of an adoption agency, Tristan’s mother drove out of state, left the infant outside of a police department, and then promptly left. It wasn’t half an hour before the baby’s cries attracted the officers inside. They searched the area for an hour or so before contacting Child Protective Services. With nothing except the infant’s clothes and blanket, CPS named the child and had a physician look him over to officially give an estimated DOB. Unsurprisingly, the doctor told them that the baby was only a few days old. After some investigations which turned up nothing, Tristan started making his rounds in foster homes.

As with any system, Tristan was placed in good homes and bad homes. Homes that obviously were in it for the stipend; homes that truly wanted him to feel safe and wanted. However, all of them were merely temporary solutions. As a child, he was told that each home was a “new start”. Despite social workers telling him this wasn’t his fault, as a child, Tristan felt as though he was always doing something wrong and that’s why none of the fosters would adopt him. He felt as though he had to keep reinventing himself to be a more loveable, ideal child, even though he didn’t have quite a grasp on what either meant. By the time he was ten, he was starting to experience a flimsy sense of self from all the changing personas of what he thought a good, adoptable child would be.

There was one beacon of hope for him. When he was eleven, he was placed into a home of a couple who seemingly couldn’t have children of their own. For two years, it seemed as though his dedication to cultivating an ideal child had paid off. They seemed to love and adore him. He felt safe and well cared for. As his third year with them approached, Tristan started to seriously think (and hope) that they would end up adopting him. However, he let his hopes get the better of him: the couple ended up conceiving. As the pregnancy went on, the prospect and preparations for their biological child slowly started to push Tristan out of the picture. Of course, Tristan did his best to keep face and keep up his performance, but there was little he could do to win back their full attention or affection. He didn’t know what he had done wrong. It just got worse when the child arrived. With their attention on a newborn, teenage Tristan started to get lost in the shuffle, which stung, especially from them.

Tristan realized that all his careful cultivation had been in vain. He had tried his best and had still failed. He found himself unable (or perhaps a combination of unable and unwilling) to articulate why he was feeling so hurt. So, angry, jealous, and no longer held back by wanting to present as an ideal, adoptable child Tristan tried “being himself” and doing what he could to focus his foster parents’ attention back on himself. He started hanging out with the wrong crowd at school, started playing hooky, and hanging out on the streets. His grades dropped, he got into a few fights, stayed out late, and was even found with a cigarette on him. Of course, his attempts at getting the couple focused on him again worked the opposite way he wanted it to, and the couple ended up returning him to the system. He didn’t realize until later that he did more harm than good to both himself, the family, and their relationship.

Back in the system, Tristan kept getting shuffled from home to home, now more frequently as he had given up trying to be good. Sinking into bitterness and cynicism, he became hard to handle and started to reject any idea that he would ever get adopted out of the system. Being “unadoptable” weighed on his mind, but he was unwilling to go back to being good only for his efforts to backfire on him again. He had learned his lesson and wouldn’t be taken in as the hopeful fool ever again. His destructive habits continued, slowly getting more severe until he finally became of age and got thrown out of the foster care system itself.

Ill-equipped to deal with life outside the system, Tristan promptly found himself homeless. Not that he cared, his time on the streets with “friends” had prepared him (to an extent) for this. His times roaming the tougher side of town had given him street smarts and resources that polite society usually rejected. Through connections and his own charm, he built up his own network that spanned a few towns and began couch surfing in exchange for labor. Other times, he was able to get small, part-time, or odd jobs. In some ways, he’s still a foster child being shuffled from house to house. Sometimes it’s a place on the street, but he puts himself there through his own resources and cunning. He doesn’t stay anywhere for long, just long enough to finish a job, satisfy his own desires, get enough money for food, and find his next connection. He doesn’t commit to anywhere or anyone. He knows what a mistake that is.

He’s known about Porthaven since being a child and has always been intrigued by the area’s acceptance of Mystiques. Finally, his network and his wanderings have brought him into town. Only time will tell if the people and places, like all others, will be temporary. Tristan’s not optimistic. More than likely, it will be yet another blip on the map. An X and a cross-off on a list. Another town for a few hookups, maybe a scam or two, a buffet, a small job…

Yes, Porthaven will be just another town to leech off of. Right?

Headcanons

One of Tristan’s favorite meals is spaghetti and meatballs. He also favors Olive Garden breadsticks.

Tristan likes hanging around places with trains (yard, tracks, stations) and the roofs of buildings.

Skills Tristan has picked up from drifting and just living his life have been: street smarts, juggling, lock picking, skateboarding, climbing, parkour, and flipping objects into their hands using their feet.

Tristan gives himself a new, street name for every home he’s lived in or town he’s drifted in and out of. Some of his nicknames include Milo, Mike, Fritz, Boris, Butch, Homer, Dan, Rags, and Bozo. This has not helped with his vague sense of roots, self, or identity.

While trying to be a productive member of society and not starve, Tristan has worked many odd, part-time jobs including landscaping, handy work, cleaning, cashier, pet sitter, and waiter.

Tristan tries to find college towns if he can. Why? There’s usually some event with free food. All he has to do is act like a new commuter or transfer looking to get involved in campus activities.

Most of Tristan’s trists are well calculated. He uses hookups mainly for his ego, a fleeting sense of “love” and being wanted, and food. He knows his goals going in and doesn’t see it as much as manipulation as survival. Still, he does derive some amusement from watching the upper class or others desperate for affection play into his games. Besides, the older he gets, the more he thinks his foster parents saw his foster home shuffle as a game. No one was committed to him. Why should he be committal to anyone?

Tristan relishes in his freedom. No more foster parents telling him what to do as if they had any hold on him. No more system moving him around. He can go anywhere and do anything. His constant moving means limited consequences. The more he drifts and sees the world freely, despite his limited means, the more settling down becomes something to dread.

As someone with a sometimes limited supply of food, one of Tristan’s biggest pet peeves is food waste. While he doesn’t outright beg, he uses food banks to his advantage and is not above dumpster diving near restaurants or watching people throw out food and then taking it for himself after cutting off parts that look bitten off of.

Despite his inner turmoil and (self)destructive tendencies, Tristan doesn’t act all that bitter outwardly. Sure, one could get “bad boy” vibes off of him, but he still acts pleasant and care-free. In that way, he is still playing a role. Only, this time around, he acts less like an ideal person and more authentically (whatever that means for him for the time being). This is for survival now, not adoption.

Tristan’s greatest fear and greatest hope are intertwined: he hopes to find a family and people who love him unconditionally with no pretenses. However, he gets in his own way and uses relationships selfishly since he is terrified of being and becoming attached, loved, and vulnerable and fears that rejection, abandonment, and being used will follow soon after he’s lulled into a false sense of security.

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Veronica Rosamie Flores-Cooper

Fc: Shay Mitchell

Age: 30?

Occupation: labor and delivery doctor

The only child to her parents

She had a very nice childhood though there was always the pressure to be perfect. She strived for perfect grades and perfect friends

Growing up her mother put her in beauty pageants which she did until she went to Columbia. At her parents’ house is where her trophies and crowns are stored

Because of her parents being in the public eye of said occupations I need to come up with, she learned from a young age that appearances matter

This naturally leads to some issues she now faces in the matter of her divorce and her daughter which I’ll go into more a little later.

There’s much about veronica that scares her in the fact of how she was raised to always keep a smile on her face even in times of hardship that she feels a sense of fakeness to her.

One of her deepest fears is that eventually the line between real and fake will stay blurred and she’ll never get to be herself

Which is how i think her and Daniel first started out in their relationship. She was away at college in a whole nother state where she could finally be herself for once. And maybe that's why things were so good because she was actually enjoyable to be around.

But then the marriage had shattered the glass when her family started to get more involved back into her life and she kept seeing the flaws in herself and Daniel more and more

Her family and their relationship with her has become strained due to the divorce. It’s a stain they always seem to find and bring up.

Deep down she blames herself for the divorce and even misses Daniel sometimes. She’ll never admit to it though. In the end, they just weren’t good for each other and maybe if she didn’t let her mother’s words affect her so much they might’ve been good. It’s a what if she’ll always have. A regret.

But she can never truly say she hates Daniel and mean it. Not when he’s given her their daughter. She’s their saving grace when emotions run too high.

Another one of her deepest fears is her daughter turning out just like her. To have the fear of not being good enough. To strive to not just reach the ceiling but to break it. It’s a heavy burden she doesn’t want her daughter to have

What I would love to see for Veronica is that she becomes more of herself and not what her parents want. I want to see her thrive emotionally and mentally (and hell lets throw in physically). I want her to somehow try to stop drinking or a more reasonable goal to drink less. I want her to start believing in herself more and have more of a real confidence, not just the facade she puts on for people. I know her and Daniel will probably never be super close, but I know they’ll do whatever they can for Amelia to have a good enough childhood as she can for having divorced parents. But maybe they can become friends or at least entertain the idea of becoming friends once Veronica starts to show signs that she’s changing for the better. Maybe he sees her acting more like she was in college and he just becomes curious on what made this all happen when he clearly wasn’t the reason since they aint getting back together. But ya know just grow into a healthier co-parenting relationship. like they can both go to the park together (with whoevers SO as well) and like just be a normal family.  BASICALLY I JUST WANT GROWTH INTO A BEAUTIFUL ASS BUTTERFLY.

Back to some more bullet points cause i cant write like a legit bio rn

I feel like bc of her upbringing shes like hella into schedules and like has a daily planner of everything related to her life aka work and mia’s stuff and like the times daniel is suppose to have her ya know all the important things

I feel like her dress style is pretty much all neutrals. I know boring (as i look into my own closet of neutrals and jewel tones) BUT she’s a classy bitch and will let everyone know it

Uhhh, theres your headcanon of drinking but like we already know that but i thought id include it just so you know i remember it and the others of the charity and the unknown affair

Tbh i think knowing the affair is going to hurt waaaayyy more than the actual divorce papers so yes yikes daniel cause like they tried to save their marriage and it just didn’t work.

“Loving you was young, and wild, and free.

Loving you was dumb, and dark, and cheap.

Loving you was sunshine but then it poured.”

Right now in the timeline I think she feels very alone. But she’s also pushing herself away because she’s afraid of people seeing her all disheveled and not her usual go lucky self.

She’s totally her mother’s daughter.

she also has two hidden tattoos, both small. one is behind her ear and the other is near her hip.

Oh i also feel like in her little planner she has this list of the things both her and daniel agreed on with raising mia so that it’s not super different between the different houses. Like feeding schedules, snacks and what kind, her favorite tv shows and favorite foods at the moment.

And more about mia i like the idea of her having a little stuffed animal she sleeps with and daniel and veronica are like always stressed about where the damn thing is because its sacred at this point. It’s life or death if mister floppy ears or whatever name we want is not found and with mia.

I feel like she also has a lot of self doubt on if shes a good mom or not.

I also feel like she lashes out because of her self doubt in herself and the little voice in her head getting too loud.

Playlist: outta of my mind by khalid, wait a minute by willow, basically every post malone song main repeats are die for me and better now, and you know i hope by gabby barrett, say so by doja cat, nights like this by kehlani, more to come

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MADS has been accepted for the character GEORGIE VAUBADON

We are SO very happy that you applied for Georgie, Mads, your writing is fantastic, you made Georgie come alive, you made her your own, she is bound to be a very interesting addition to the roleplay! Welcome to the roleplay, and be sure you fill out the checklist HERE.

OOC name & pronouns: Mads, she/her Age: 25 Timezone: CST

IC INFORMATION

Character’s name: Georgiana Delaney Meissa Vaubadon, known to all as Georgie. When Eva Vaubadon discovered she was pregnant, she immediately knew that her child (if it was a girl) would have the name Delaney somewhere on the birth certificate. Eva read a story about a trickster named Delaney, who used her wits and her wiles to outmaneuver even the most dangerous opponents. That skill is what Eva wished for her child above all: not beauty, not charm, but wiles. Of course, with Orion as the father, the pair could not agree on a single name for their child, and so Eva also tagged on Orion’s favorite name: Meissa. Although Meissa is a star within the constellation Orion, Eva didn’t mind allowing her daughter to bear that name; after all, Georgie was a part of Orion.

FC choices: Juno Temple

Position request: None. Georgie finds that fitting into Hogwarts’s “preppy positions” is too demeaning. After all, why try to keep first years in line when rulers were meant to be broken?

Birthday: November 1st. Eva went into labor on October 31st, and labored for 13 hours to bring Georgie into the world. Ever a superstitious bunch, Georgie’s maternal grandparents, Alistair and Isabeau Vaubadon, looked at their only grandchild’s star signs to see what fate held for her. Georgie’s zodiac sign is Scorpio, a sign known for its passion and aloofness, and with the planet Pluto as the greatest influence, Georgie was destined for ambition, power, and an ability for manipulation—everything that the Vaubadons hoped for in their heiress.

Wand: 9", pine wood & dragon heartstring. Taken from Pottermore’s wand analysis website, pine wood means the following:

The straight-grained pine wand always chooses an independent, individual master who may be perceived as a loner, intriguing and perhaps mysterious. Pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells… The pine wand is one of those that are most sensitive to non-verbal magic.

Patronus: It’s difficult for Georgie to summon a corporeal patronus, although it’s not from lack of trying. With a family involved with such Dark Magic, it’s started to taint Georgie’s ability to cast the Patronus charm. She can still summon her patronus, but it takes most of the young witch’s concentration. However, her patronus is the Coyote. According to the Patronus analysis, the Coyote “can be seen as power hungry, and their ambition is what fuels them”; they can “also be considered selfish, and may come off as cold individuals”.

Boggart: Georgie’s boggart is herself and her family, stripped of all power and casted out in the world, their wands broken and beyond repair. The Vaubadons, although dabblers of Dark Magic, are Georgie’s family, and she would do anything to make their names greater than those that doubted them. When Georgie sees her boggart, it shakes her to the core, but instead of letting the fear overcome her, she doubles her efforts and trains even harder.

Headcanons:

Georgie has multiple scars on her knees and the palms of her hands from her childhood. She’s had the chance to have Healers remove the scars, but she refuses each time out of stubborn pride; she can tell you how she earned each mark, with specific details on the spells or adventures that caused it. She’s particularly fond of a zigzag scar, about an inch long, on her right (wand wielding) hand. When she was twelve, Georgie created a new spell that would infuse enchanted silver into wand tips. When she tested it out with her mother, the wand she’d been using reacted, and sent out a bolt of heated silver onto Georgie’s hand. Although the first trial was a failure, the second trial produced one of the best selling products in the Vaubadon shop—all thanks to Georgie. Eva told her daughter that each mark is one of success, and Georgie truly took it to heart.

With such an unconventional family structure, Georgie has very nontraditional views on marriage, family, and sexuality. When she lost her virginity at the end of her 5th year, Georgie didn’t feel ashamed or afraid; she welcomed her sexual awakening. She’s slept with three others since then—one even being a female classmate that was as curious as Georgie herself—but she’s found that she’s more attracted to men than women. She didn’t hide her sexual activity from her parents, and they both counseled their daughter about the importance of protection charms and potions. Georgie doesn’t believe that marriage is important to create a family, and she’s entertained the thought of raising her own future children like her parents raised her. She’s never felt unloved or unneeded; quite the opposite, actually. Her family has always shown her support and love, even in her darkest endeavors.

When Georgie first discovered that someone could make his or her own spells, it changed her world forever. She could cut her own trails, forge her own craft, and find different ways to make the world bend to her will. She was only eight years old, her magic already showing itself through flashes of fire and overwhelming shadow. The Vaubadon household took to constantly carrying the water spells and siphoning spells on their lips, but Orion and Eva couldn’t express the level of pride they had for their daughter’s magic. Georgie’s grandmother, Isabeau Vaubadon, especially encouraged her interest in spell crafting. Not a stranger to the art herself, Isabeau would demonstrate what made a spell strong: the minute motions of the wand work, the tempo and cadence of the incantations, and the intent behind the casting. The craft enthralled Georgie, and she never thought about the consequences of making spells for the Dark Arts.

The young Vaubadon is extremely talented with her wand work, and her professors see that she could do exceedingly well in school, but she doesn’t put forth the effort. To her, Hogwarts is a means of finding potential clients and rivals, nothing more. However, Georgie earned three ‘O’s during her O.W.L exams: potions, Charms, and Transfiguration. She received an ‘A’ in Defense Against the Dark Arts because she was too busy studying how to cast the curses instead of blocking/nullifying them. You don’t even want to ask her what she earned in her Divination class (hint: she got a D) simply because she didn’t want to go to the exam. Going into her sixth year, Georgie realizes that she needs to focus on some of her NEWT level classes if she wants to further her own spell making goals.

Unknown to most everyone outside of the Vaubadon family, Georgie is very proficient at wordless, wand-less spell casting. She tries to keep this quiet, as she will often practice her newest creations wordlessly on any school mates that get in her path.

History:

Chiaroscuro: an artist method used to make something three dimension by playing with light and shadow.

A more apt description of the Vaubadon clan could not be found anywhere, and in fact, the Vaubadons themselves accept this as an explanation for their family’s history and values. From the beginning, the founding members of the pureblood family would admit that they do not shy away from the darkness, or shun the light: the Vaubadons have, and will always, straddle both worlds. They stay neutral, not because they’re scared of either side, but because neutrality has proven prosperous for them—why fix what’s not broken? However, the Vaubadons also have a strong sense of self-preservation and know when to wield the darkness that they’ve tamed.

Enter Alistair and Isabeau Vaubadon, second cousins who married to strength the family’s magic. Like most pureblood families, Alistair and Isabeau did not mind intertwining their bloodlines if it meant that their children would be the purest among the Wizarding community. In Alistair and Isabeau’s case, true affection came along with the arrangement; they were both passionate and ambitious people, devoted to furthering their family’s goal of becoming powerful and that combination made for a good match. The two Vaubadon heirs worked diligently to make their family’s aide indispensible at a time when suspicion could have anyone killed or imprisoned: just before the Second Wizarding War. The Vaubadons knew that the War wouldn’t wait for children, so they knowingly had conceived during the turmoil. Twins Lilith and Eva entered the chaotic world and understood from an early age that the Wizarding community needed both dark and light to survive. Their youngest sister, Kaliope, born two years later, did not have the exposure that the twins did. Alistair and Isabeau aided both the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix without any qualms, taking the money all the same, never fully committing to either side but whispering sweet assurances into each side’s ears. While the twins grew up under a self-serving umbrella, none of the war’s tears fell on their charmed lives, and they enjoyed the prosperity. Eva, especially, basked in the attention and flitted easily among the Dark Lord’s followers and Dumbledore’s alliance. At the close of the war, Alistair and Isabeau took a portion of the family fortune and invested in their own shop in Knockturn Alley, naming it Oscuro.

Although born to privilege, as Eva aged and went through Hogwarts, she discovered another path to power: the Auror office. With a knack for spellcasting and a deep understanding of the dark arts, Eva felt that she could infiltrate the Aurors and become a double agent—if one had the coin, of course. Most of her professors eagerly supported the young witch’s career choice, and with the clientele that Oscuro hosted, Eva knew she would get into the elite program. A month before her auror examination, Eva went out drinking with her best friend, Orion Laurier. An easy friendship, built on genuine respect, Orion and Eva had spent many nights partying together without any concerns—until that night. That night, Orion and Eva slept together, and in their drunkenness, they forgot to use a protection potion. When Eva discovered she was pregnant, she immediately recognized that her dreams of donning an auror badge were invalid—but she didn’t begrudge her baby. She turned that energy into creating a space for her child to learn and grow, devoting herself to her baby as she’d once devoted herself to her career plans. When Eva told her parents about her pregnancy, the elder Vaubadons saw another opportunity to grow their power, and insisted that Eva and Orion marry. The pair firmly fought against the arrangement—Eva because she still wanted her independence, and Orion due to the fact that he didn’t romantically love Eva—and finally convinced both sets of families that they would find a way to successfully co-parent their child.

Georgiana Delaney Meissa Vaubadon graced the world on November 1st. Eva was only 19 years old, Orion the same age, but they knew from that moment that their daughter was the love of their lives. Eva and Orion decided to give their daughter the Vaubadon surname in the hopes that it would shield her from some of more unsavory characters that Alistair and Isabeau dealt with, but the naming seemed to mantle Georgie with purpose instead. She grew up knowing that her family had power—not inherited power, but power forged from a dark creativity, which in Georgie’s opinion was the greater of the two. Georgie played among potions full of quicksilver and wolfsbane, and used werewolf bones as makeshift arrows, quickly accepting that her family’s hands weren’t the cleanest. Even as she played among the weapons and potion workshop, Alistair and Isabeau kept their granddaughter away from the spellcasting area—although they didn’t ever lie about what took place there—from fear that the challenge would exhaust Georgie’s magic.

When Georgie’s magic manifested, it did so in a typical Vaubadon fashion: full of shadow and fury. She conjured a blaze that Orion somehow managed to contain, only to then douse the area in complete darkness. Eva and Orion were proud of their daughter, and encouraged her to work on her skills until her acceptance to Hogwarts. Georgie loathed leaving her family—her Aunts Lily and Kali, her grandparents and her parents—but once she arrived on the school’s grounds, she quickly forgot her hesitation. With her thirst for knowledge, Georgie fit perfectly into the Ravenclaw house—although the Sorting Hat did make a good case for Slytherin’s ambition—and soon settled into school life. She knew that her skills were above her classmates’, but she made an effort to use her skills for tricks and jokes, and it worked for a while, until Georgie started losing interest in making friends. As she went through school, her curiosity grew, and she began to put aside her schoolwork for her own interests. During the summer between her fourth and fifth year, Georgie finally shared some of her crafted spells with Eva. Impressed with her daughter’s innovations, Eva encouraged Georgie’s work, and even snuck her into the spell workshop when the elder Vaubadons were otherwise occupied. Georgie Vaubadon was not a witch that would follow everyone else; she would forge her own way, using chiaroscuro to form her path.

Now:

With tensions rising between the werewolves and wizards, Georgie senses changes in the air. She doesn’t particularly care which side wins, as long as she can peddle her spells and study their effects on victims. In fact, she’s been working on spells that would drastically harm both sides: a spell to infuse werewolves’ blood with silver, and a spell to temporarily freeze a witch or wizard’s magic. So far, she hasn’t perfected the spells, but she’s thrown herself into the crafting.

While Georgie’s time at Hogwarts is ending, she still wants to utilize her remaining years and find more buyers for Oscuro’s products. She slips among the debates of pro and anti werewolf groups, listening to what they have to say and filing it away for later. She doesn’t outright say that she doesn’t care, but when asked, she’ll pacify anyone who pokes the subject. Georgie does what she wants without little remorse or guilt, and she doesn’t care if she offends anyone while doing so; she once told her professor off when the adult said that only traditional family structures mattered. Georgie is progressive and open minded, which is sure to serve her when she takes over the family business.

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♠ Francine Clayworth is 54 years old and is often confused with Michelle Pfeiffer. She is Open.

���It’s a tragedy here. Instead of peaking in their lives we should rather pay our respects though.”

→ Background

Francine Clayworth was born with the name Austen, and yes the family tree says that she’s related to the famous and only one Jane Austen. Not really close but her family was wearing the name with pride. Francine not so much, at least in her young years she wasn’t fond on carrying a name like this from someone she didn’t even admire. She wasn’t good at reading, of course she could read but she usually got distracted and ended up going out and making her parents trouble. She was an only child, and a disappointment to the family. She went out early in her life, smoked and hit it off with strange boys until she ran away with sixteen. One year passed when she got back to her parents, with no word what had been happening in that year. Francine finally worked on herself and obeyed her parents wishes, trying to do better. It was the perfect time when she met her future husband Manuel Clayworth. He was a couple of years older and while she was made helping out a a church by her parents in Basingstoke where she grew up, he approached her and they hit it off pretty fast. He was catholic through and through and since they met at a church he thought she was too and she played along. He was handsome and sweet and he stayed in town for a couple of weeks, while she fell in love, playing a role of a devoted church girl. A couple of years ago she would have laughed at you when someone would tell her she would go to church every Sunday, but she was doing it now and she found some liking in it.

It took her by surprise but she couldn’t say no when Manuel asked her to marry her just after a few months of them knowing each other. He came from Baberton, another small town, where he took her with him. It was pretty fast everything, they married and with twenty she was pregnant with her first child, Finn. He was everything she wished for and she forgot what kind of person she was before. Church brought her love and she wanted her children involved in it as well. She was gone from her parents but now they were proud of her, having a man like that and she closed off with her past and never really told anyone about it, her parents wouldn’t dare to say a word either anyway. A couple of years after Finn she got another child. A little baby girl that she named Nicole. But something about her was different. She had issues with her from the moment she was born and no one but herself knew why. The kid didn’t grow up like her brother. She was a rebel through and through and she reminded Francine a lot of herself. The girl wouldn’t hear of her own name and called herself Nikki and they had a hard time with getting her into church too. Finn was so much easier, he was always with them and was even going to teach in the future. Nikki though fooled around and moved to London the moment she ended High School to do become some stupid Journalist. Francine and Manuel were furious about their daughter, especially when she called crying that she was pregnant but already took care of it. That was it for Francine, and she gave her daughter a piece of mind and she was sure she’d never been in a fight like this before.

→ Back to Baberton

All the deaths, all the funerals and attacks, it makes Francine shudder. She still lives in Baberton and is good friends with the Fords and used to be good with the Bakers and Pierces too. The Bakers though disgusted her with their mishaps a few years ago and the Pierces were becoming shady too. The Dixons were her only hope for this town, but seeing their daughter run around like this makes her just roll her eyes. Elizabeth Ford and her usually end up sitting with tea and cake almost every Sunday to talk about whatever is going on in town. Her son is still her pride and her daughter the disgrace, especially now that she’s back and messed up the Matthews boys. For a moment she thought she changed when she announced to be engaged to Eric Matthews. Just until she managed to mess around with his brother and everything was wrong again. Right before Francine managed to suck it up to the Matthews family. She holds a lot about appearances just like her parents back then. Now her husband died though, and it was everything she ever loved, someone who made her a different person, something snapped. She’d become a lot bitterer than she was before, even ended up throwing Nikki out of the funeral. It was not her finest moment but she just couldn’t see her anymore.

She still goes to church, praying for her husband and hoping that her life wouldn’t end as sudden as his did. He was one of the natural deaths in this town, which didn’t exactly makes it better but she doesn’t like the widow life. She tries to cling onto her son and avoids her daughter. She found a dear friend in Joseph Bosworth though. He’s the one giving her strength and makes her keep on going. She’s never learned anything, never went to College and never had a job, since her husband brought in all the money and she managed the household. Now she wants to do something, but here’s to figure out what.

→ What’s Her Secret?

When she ran away at sixteen she was pregnant. She was all on herself and stayed away all her pregnancy. She wasn’t even sure who was the father of her child and ended up even getting the child alone. It was her own seventeenth birthday when she went into labor. All the pain and it was awful, but she couldn’t bring it to her parents, she couldn’t keep it. She hated the little girl as soon as she had it in her arms and thought about killing it but ended up setting her up on some stairs in the middle of the night right in front of a church and ran away. She was in Bridgefield back then. A couple of months more that she stayed away. And she went back home. When she got Nikki the child looked exactly like the one she left behind herself, and maybe this is the reason why she could never really truly love her daughter. It just reminded her of the awful thing she did when she was getting that baby back then. And moving near the town she had done it wasn’t helping, up to this day she stays clear of Bridgefield as much as she can.

Has fallen for Joseph Bosworth and she knows it’s wrong, trying to chalk it up as just a affection for someone who was there for her. He was the pastor and younger. So she really needs to get it out of her head and think of him as a good friend.

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

           Yulia "Nora" Garin, a 31 year old daughter of Anubis.            She is currently unemployed.

FC NAME/GROUP: Sunmi CHARACTER NAME: Yulia ���Nora” Garin AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: May 2, 1992 PLACE OF BIRTH: Russia OCCUPATION: Unemployed HEIGHT:  166 cm (5’5″) WEIGHT: 50 kg (110 lbs) DEFINING FEATURES: Scars along her knee, side, and right side torso. Tattoos of tarot cards scattered along her body. 

PERSONALITY: Born a kind soul, trauma and disaster twisted the demigoddess to someone full of rage and hatred. Nora lets few people truly know her, guilty of her past and protective of her present. Even the woman she loved most struggled to know anything past what she allowed, strangers knew even less past her skill, her crusade, and her deadliness. While she had done much wrong, she cares little of her treatment of others now, ruthless and manipulative in her means to get what she wants. If Nora is kind, there is a reason or an expectation.

Nora wants to cleanse herself of her wrongs by scourging the world of filth. While she is dedicated to never kill another innocent,  her path to satisfy her guilt often covers her in a similar filth. 

HISTORY: Yulia knew little about her birth. The furthest memory could even remember was the cold floors of an orphanage and the even more mean women who looked after her. She remembered as a young child that her adoption had came as her chance for happiness, but after just a few weeks at her new home, it was rather apparent that it was not the case. She would find no love in parents, but the siblings that came before and after her offered her that chance. 

Growing up with the Garin family entailed much labor, abuse, and trouble. When she was not getting yelled at by her drunken father, she was tending to the house chores or trying to escape the destitute homelife by causing trouble in the streets with her siblings. In her siblings, she had a chance to be herself, to be fun, to cause mischief, and to care and love a family of sorts. Even with the trouble in their family, she doubled down her loyalty, and as she grew alongside them, she continued fighting to survive and to have fun. 

Yet, the young girl knew little about her powers and her godly heritage. It wouldn’t be until she entered her teenage years that even a chance would occur. After her brothers ran of back to the house, she found herself cornered by one of the random townspeople,  Yet before the creepy many could have a chance to do their worst, Yulia’s hand would find itself into the man’s chest, and in a brief second, his heart would be out of his chest as if on instinct. Yulia had wondered if she had accidentally consumed some of her mother’s drugs, but as the male’s body crumpled to the ground, it was certain that she had killed him. 

In the panic of coming home, she had not noticed her uncle in the distance, having spotted her action and result. For a many of shady ties and desires, he knew immediately that she would be his perfect killing machine, and he knew it would just cost a bit of product to have her parents agree to give him to her. It was a transaction done in private, other than the screams of the girl that left her siblings lost, confused, and in horror. 

Despite her protests and fighting, she found herself jailed and imprisoned in some random house. Her uncle wouldn’t let her close in fear that he would fall victim of her powers, but it did not stop him from testing her. A few guards and bodies later, he knew he had made the right decision. And, it would only take a few months to break her down, to strike enough fear in her heart about the survival of her sibling at the cost of an action by now she was desensitized to. So, she became his killing machine, taking out innocent victims who caused a threat to politicians, businessmen, and other high interest buyers. 

Yulia’s body count grew significantly over her time under his control, eating away at her. She had never wanted  to be this type of person, never wanted to even kill the first man she did. It would take years for her finally break out of his grasp, and after his pride and ego grew too big, she would take his life. Though this time, she would not use her powers, opting to take his life in the most painful way possible. Covered in his blood, she was reborn and ready to right her wrongs, so she took on the new name: Nora. 

In a world with so much evil, she took on that hatred to avenge those she killed. The only way in her twisted mind to do so was to cleanse the world of an evil man or person for every life she took. Only then, she reasoned that she could move on with her life, though she didn’t know if by now she could ever stop. And in her time of righting those wrongs, people started to follow her in her cause. A group started to build around her all wanting the same thing: retribution and vengeance. In building that group, she met her one love: Eden. 

Despite the love she felt for the other woman, Nora was too broken and damaged by now to devote her heart to her. Though she had fallen deeply in love with her archer, she would come to a screeching halt every time she realized how deep she was in. There were always new recruits to distract her, to allow her to avoid the heartbreak she was causing. She could not commit, but she could never let go. Until, she didn’t have a choice. 

Yet, she couldn’t let go so easily. She tasked herself on secret missions in an attempt to find her, but each time ended with failure. She was close to giving up, but the thought alone was enough to send her into a rage. So, she picked up another person to destroy, to try and devote her anger in a way that would aid her mission to right her wrongs. And, it settled around a young girl covered in debt and a greedy loan shark after her money. To get their money would be to get a chance take out her target, and while she did not care to hurt the girl in the process, she was not one who feared getting her hands dirty to achieve her goal. 

Having tracked Jinae all the way to Mount Phoenix, she was at the edge of the bridge when she stopped a individual to find out about it. The discovery of the island and it’s meaning opened her eyes, and as she took a step across the bridge, the powers all suddenly made more sense. Now, she had a mission to complete, and she wondered if a possession to take. 

PANTHEON: Egyptian CHILD OF: Anubis POWERS: Nora is exceptionally perceptive of other’s emotions, nearly immediately knowing what they are feeling without much analysis. She is able to reach her hand into anyone’s body, allowing her to rip out their heart and killing or keeping them alive magically.  STRENGTHS: Calculative, Intelligent, Charming WEAKNESSES: Deceptive, Dangerous, Deadly