Fantasy flightless bird, american mouth ❞ [one on one w/ aeneas.]

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❝❝ everything lost is meant to be found.

two archeologists travel the world in search of ancient ruins, competing against
man and beast alike. dangerous cryptids and traps lay across every untouched
refuge , graveyards of gods and relics waiting to be revered.. yet a series of
strange events occur and the two archeologists find themselves dealing with
entirely different artifacts.

 

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REECE VANELLI

the archeologist

basics

name

reece o. vanelli

age

twenty-six (26)

DOB

3/6/95 - pisces - bi

fc:

christopher mason

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Traits

dutiful

kind

resourceful

scholarly

charming

gullible

stubborn

blunt

 

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??? ???

the wendigo

basics

name

bingle bangle

age

bingle bangle

DOB

bingle bangle

occupation

bingle bangle

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Traits

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[aeneas.]

ORSON CARMICHAEL

the archeologist

basics

name

orson carmichael

age

twenty-five (25)

misc

4/22/96 - cancer - pan

fc

tom webb

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Traits

clumsy

softspoken

academic

caring

selfless

shy

gentle

insecure

 

[aeneas.]

??? ???

the tizheruk

basics

name

bingle bangle

age

bingle bangle

DOB

bingle bangle

hahahha

bingle bangle

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Traits

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i. Oaxaca, MEXICO ✈︎

expedition i.

orson, reece.

@aeneas .

tlen huicani

la bruja

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[aeneas.]

Mexico had always been Orson's least favorite location to travel to yet he found himself travelling there more often than not. It was always too hot for his tastes; too much sunburns to sooth after since his pasty skin burnt quick no matter how much sunscreen he applied. Not to mention the Mayan ruins were often filled with two of the most despicable creatures Orson has ever had to encounter in his life. Jaguar-eque cryptids that had the tendency to be magnificent at stalking its prey (AKA him) and tourists. He would question their interest in going out into the Mexican heat to simply take photos of ancient ruins when they could be enjoying all the other attractions Mexico had to offer but Orson couldn't blame them. If he had to choose between the Mayan temples of Oaxaca or any other hotspot attraction, he'd always pick the temples.

Orson didn't choose archeology; archeology chose Orson. From a young age, he lived in a home that almost felt like his own museum. A big house and a small boy, every room held bounties of collections and possessions of others from long ago. Thank his mother for her peculiar hobby of collecting and his father for being smitten enough to enable it. He had never been much for leaving the safety of his childhood home when he was a boy and with a mansion full of history, the pursuit of archeology had sprouted in him. It wasn't like Orson had much to do as a child, he wasn't necessarily the most popular kid in the playground and to this day he would describe his childhood to be "pathetically friendless".

All besides his good buddy Reece of course.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting a little homesick."

He said more for the sake of banter as he crouched through the narrow entrances of the ruins. Habits of attempting to fill in serious silences of tension died hard. Not that what he said wasn't entirely false though; it had been months since the two had been able to retreat back to the safety of their mansion and Orson was beginning to miss the comfort of his bed, no matter how nice of hotel rooms the two could afford.

"And sunburnt."

Orson brushed dusty cobwebs aside.

The ruins itself were the redeeming factor that made Orson feel like the red sting on his nose was worth it. Although the remains of history will be in every fiber of his dress shirt later, the remnants of previous civilizations never failed to amaze the man. Sometimes it were underground tunnels, abandoned castles, bunkers, or caverns. But this time it was a seemingly untouched Mayan temple which somehow managed to be overlooked by Mexico's tourist department. Or by fellow explorers.

"Fellow explorers" being a broad statement as it insinuated fellowship. Most other explorers that had come in the paths of Reece and Orson had been more than willing to put a bullet in each of their heads without a moment's hesitation. It was one of the many unpleasant things that came with being private archeologists, more often than not, employers desired the same treasure. And with a generous amount of money on the line, many archeologists weren't above the notion of violence in order to get their paycheck. Orson was the same to an extent, more so wielding a gun for the sake of self-preservation. Though his humble handgun wasn't always pointed towards fellow professionals.

If someone had told Orson in his university years that he would be discovering carnivorous, ancient, dangerous creatures while he was on expeditions, he would have nervously laughed and walked the other way. Now, years into his career, Orson still found himself in disbelief that there were cryptids making homes out of torn temples and crumbling castles. Forgotten gods that still remained in their place of worship no matter how weathered down the architecture became. Creatures from myths and legends in the flesh who were gluttonous enough to bite Orson's head off.

Vibrant architecture, indigenous culture, and temperate climate. Youth running around in the morning sun and the adults indulging in the pleasant scents of the market. His mother once described to him the beauty of Oaxaca, Mexico when Orson had been a boy. At twenty-five he'd choose another selection of vocabulary to describe his findings in Oaxaca. Mayan ruins, jaguar teeth, and sunburns. Looking at every corner and shadow for danger and checking for traps.

He glanced at the map their employer had so generously gave to the two.

"I believe we're close. Or at least, close to right direction before the map fades out."

Curse ancient ink and poor preservation.

the archeologist

orson.

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