Fantasy Marshwood Home for Gifted Children (revamped CS)

Miaow · May 27, 2022

emanuel vozetic
JIANG - MEIQI

Basics
name
Emanuel Vozetic
alias
N/A
age
36
d.o.b
23rd May
sex. or.
Aromantic
Personality
Emanuel grew out of his combative nature from his teens and is now relatively passive in arguments. He doesn't like to get involved and will actively avoid conflict. He makes an exception if one of the residents is being bullied for their abilities. He likes to make sure everyone in the home feels involved, no matter their ability, and is not competitive because of this. Even if you suck at sports, Emanuel wants you involved. He has a ridiculously good memory, he knows your allergies, your likes and dislikes, what you will and won't eat. He doesn't yell often and he's generally pretty gentle in the way he interacts with others, especially children.
virtues

dependable

generous

fatherly

gentle
vices

tired

impatient

passive

pessimistic
Backstory
Marshwood Home for Gifted Children has been in Vozetic family for generations, so Emanuel grew up with a lot of kids with abilities in the care of his father. He almost saw them as siblings in a way, though as a child, it was quite confusing to have so many family members coming and going so often. He struggled with the more aggressive children his father took in and, for a while, became quite resentful towards them. Their aggression got his father's attention and took it away from him, and Emanuel found himself feeling lonely. They didn't deserve to stay in the home if they were so ungrateful for it. In his teen years, he got in quite a few fights with these kids.

When Emanuel turned 18, he moved out, separating himself from the family and creating a life for himself. He didn't want his life to be so focused on his fathers attention and approval, he chose to focus on what he wanted in life. He went through multiple jobs trying to find his passion, eventually going to medical school and becoming a doctor. He was dead set in his medical career when his father fell ill.

He was initially reluctant to take over the home after the childhood he spent there, but he was his father's only child and he had an inoperable cancer, someone had to take care of the children already living there. He took charge and, after a month, his father passed away.

Initially, he was quite obviously unexperienced with the other staff taking much of the control with little input from him, but over time, he got to know the children there and what they needed. He made notes on important things like medical needs, allergies, anxiety triggers... After a few months, he was almost an expert.

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dam minyoung

# resident

# zhuwenxuan_official

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fairyfawn · May 27, 2022

Winston

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Cats are better.
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winston jade allen
win, winnie
seventeen
trans male, he/him
homoromantic homosexual
august 12th
london, england
marshwood
marshwood resident
animal shapeshifter
visage
height
5'1"
weight
115 pounds
hair

Winston's hair is short and fluffy. He always dyes it so color varies.

eyes

Warm brown eyes

physique

Winston has more of a lean, rectangular body shape.

style

winston will wear whatever he wants !

modifications

Winston has a septum piercing, lip piercing, ear piercings, and a nose bridge chain piercing. Also has various small tattoos

face claim

kaiisyourhomie

likes

CATS, rain, strawberries, cat videos, chocolate mocha swirled iced coffee, sweets

dislikes

cheese graters, lemons, blueberries, juicers, hot weather, rap music

hobbies

drawing

habits

fingernail biting, pacing

ailments

Winston is allergic to latex and bee/wasp stings. His latex allergy is mild but his bee/wasp sting allergy is serious.

fears

spiders, clowns, heights

Winston is, to be quite frank, rather spontaneous. Sometimes he's sitting and being calm and relaxed, other times he is up on his feet and could keep anyone around him on their toes. You can get along with him if you're able to keep up with his enthusiasm and the fact that he can go from sitting down to not being able to sit still. Boredom tends to set in very easily with Winston, he is a person who needs something to keep him occupied. Winston tends to goof off and be on the more comical side. He's funny, tries to make people laugh and smile.

Winston is ambiverted. He's extroverted and introverted, there are times where he's really outgoing and cheery, and there are other times where he just wants to be alone.

mind
mythos
childhood
bruh i ain't doing this

teenage years
hate it here so much

present
pls no

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RELATIONSHIPS
TBA

HEADCANONS
-- clumsy ass, tripping over nothing.
--messy ponytails are fashionable in his opinion
-- CATS
-- loves sweets
-- what do you mean he's short? he is very tall, thank you
-- ahem, his favorite animals to shift into are: valais blacknose sheep, dutch rabbit, and black cat
-- someone pls remind winnie to take off his binder. time for binder break
-- wdym he has too many cats?
-- don't mind winnie he's just bringing in 20 more stray cats
-- he is good boy !
-- i say as winston sets the stove on fire because he can't cook
-- stash of sweets under the bed is a must
-- coffee coffee coffee
-- soft fluffy hair 101
-- a bundle of chaos
-- posture???
-- oversized sweaters and hoodies are his friends
-- gloves and socks omg
-- he like to be warm
-- yes he eats other things besides candy and ice cream leave him alone
-- drinks choccy milk like his life depends on it
-- slap a bandaid on him
-- please watch him closely
-- love language is physical affection

additional info
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SavannahSmiles · May 27, 2022

Olivia Hawthorne

# Resident

# Kseniya Leonova

♡coded by uxie♡
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Mirror, mirror, what's behind you?
Save me from the things I've seen.
CASSIEL VOZETIC
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cassiel vozetic
cass
16 years old
cis male
gay
december 25th, given to him by members of the church
marshwood
resident
visage
height
5'4"
weight
90 lbs
hair

The color of snow, Cass's hair used to be long enough that it nearly touched his waist but he had it cut when he arrived at Marshwood. Now his hair is short and messy, with his bangs falling forward to hide his eyes.

eyes

Vermillion in color, Cass tends to hide his eyes with his hair due to the negative reactions he would receive from the members of the church.

physique

Slender. He looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over.

style

Cass prefers comfy clothing like sweaters, hoodies and soft pants. The only downside is that any shirt or article of clothing that covers his upper body has to be modified with large slits cut along the back of the clothing to accommodate for his wings.

scars

The back of his left hand is covered with scars and various scars can be found crisscrossing all over his back.

face-claim

Jisung from NCT

aesthetics

Aesthetics

headcanons

~ His feathers fluff up like a bird whenever he is startled

~ When he is upset he will wrap his wings around himself and curl into a ball

~ Hates having his wings touched, especially when it is done suddenly

~ Has a big sweet tooth since the nuns hardly ever let him have sugar when he lived at the church

~ Laying on his wings is uncomfortable, so he will sit backwards in chairs whenever he is able to. He also sleeps on his stomach because of this; cuddle in bed at your own risk, you might get accidentally slapped with a wing.

~ The nuns used to make him wear his hair long but he chopped it short upon arriving at Marshwood

~ Absolutely hates his birthday due to it failing on Christmas, the nuns used to force him to sing Christmas songs during the service on that day and he was punished if he didn't perform adequately

~ Has frequent nightmares about the trauma he went through at the church

~ More to be added later

likes

Sweets | Reading | Drawing | Music

dislikes

Spicy foods | Loud noises | Having long hair | Eye contact

habits

Prone to scratching himself when he is upset | Pulls on his hair when he thinks he has upset someone

hobbies

Reading | Baking | Drawing | Recently taken up crochet

ailments

Anxiety and Panic Attacks

fears

People touching his wings | Churches | Small spaces

Due to his upbringing, Cassiel has a docile demeaner and he is rather soft-spoken. He tries his best to not become a bother to anyone and if that means going out of his way to avoid confrontation then he will do so.

For those he is not particularly close to, he is polite and somewhat distant towards them until he gets the chance to warm up to them. He had been conditioned at the church to follow orders without question, a habit that he is trying hard to break now that he is away from their influence.

At the church his opinion did not matter and because of this he has a hard time making important decisions, especially since he fears that his decisions will inconvenience those around him. He can come across as somewhat timid due to his innate instinct to avoid confrontation or making someone upset.

psyche
power
description
Cass was born with a pair of white wings growing from his back that have a wingspan of roughly thirteen feet. It has been shown that the wings are durable enough to resist damage from weapons and projectiles. Given his small stature, his wings are long enough to cover his whole body which aids in defense. If Cass choses to do so, he can change the material make-up of his feathers, in turn changing them from soft and downy to razor sharp.

weaknesses
1. With his wings comes the ability of flight, but the downside to this is that Cass was born with hollow bones to allow his wings to hold his weight. This means that Cass can break a bone easier than he normally would had he been born with normal bones.

2. His feathers have been shown to absorb water, so if he is tossed into a pool or any other deep body of water his wings will grow heavy and will drag him down. He also doesn't know how to swim so that doesn't help the situation either.

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Trigger Warning: Abuse

Cassiel was left on the steps of a small town church when he was a baby. The members of the church took one look at the wings growing out of his back and immediately believed that he was an angel sent to them from the heavens. Growing up, Cassiel was groomed to be the "perfect angel" and was subsequently punished whenever he failed to live up to the standards placed on him.

His red eyes were a point of contention for the members of the church, who believed that the demonic color sullied his otherwise angelic appearance. This lead to the nuns punishing Cassiel if he ever made eye contact with any of them. Every Sunday during service, Cassiel was forced to stand at the alter with a veil hiding his eyes while the members of the town came up to touch his wings, fully believing the white feathers held the power of heaven.

The nuns demanded total and complete obedience from Cassiel and any attempts at rebelling was met with punishment. This lasted for years, until just a few months after Cassiel's sixteenth birthday when everything came crashing down. Cassiel was being given his punishment for accidentally meeting the gaze of one of the nuns but after years of abuse, it was all too much. Cassiel felt something snap inside of him and he blacked out. When he woke up the nun was dead and the room was splattered with her blood.

Panicked, he failed to notice the blood that covering his wings and upon hearing voices in the hallway, Cassiel fled through the window. Marshwood found him a few days later just outside of another town, dehydrated and starving and took him in.

backstory
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Autumn Maddox

# Resident

# Kristina Pimenova

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RAT !

Marshwood Resident

Alias

Rat, Ratthew, etc

Gender

He/They/It

age

Seventeen

p.o.b.

Stockholm, Sweden
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GET YOUR FUCKIN' DOG BITCH.

appearance

height

6'3"
(190cm)

weight

180lbs (80kg)

hair c.

Bottle Blonde

eye c.

Green

Hair

Chemicals have paled tawny fawn into ash blonde, often the victim of boredom-induced trims. With lacklustre upkeep, pronounced roots aren't uncommon.

Eyes

Unlike feathers of a chatty parakeet or skin of a fresh lime, Rat's eyes take a hue of dark olive; muted, nothing to romanticise, and often tracking others with an intrusive disposition. Watching without turning his head gives a sense of zero urgency, a satiated vulture in observation of its next victim.

Scars

Always mistaken for track marks of an addict, scar-tissue spots the back of his hand and inner arm. Against heavy belief, they’re from hospital IV lines and not recreational drug-use.

Mods

Pierced nostril and lobes. Several stick and poke tattoos adorn his body, most are nonsensical.

Distinguishing

Hyena's laugh and a smile to match, he possesses a grin that makes seraphs hiss and spit.

Their entire manner is difficult to forget. Flairs for the dramatic in voice and movement, waved hands, swoons, and a passion for all things theatrical are quick to get on people's nerves. Everything from his words to countenance, bleeds flippancy.

When not sporting a chunk of hard candy between teeth, he has a mindless habit of chewing the inside of his mouth.

At a lanky 6’3, Rat is proud to use most people as an arm-rest. He has mastered the elbow-to-ribs avoidance strategy.

Face-claim

Wyatt Shears

personality

Akin to light of which moths wistfully flock, flower nectar engorged by butterflies or a pack of dogs tailing mutton meat, there are those forever drawn to the brilliant epicentre of a room. Basking drunk in adulation and light, it is easy to forget wraiths that meander and haunt sidelines can also relish attention given for all the wrong reasons.

Wanton and pestilent; like that of a leper, Rat proudly wears a thick skin of disaster. He is an out of sync applause, an ill-matched puzzle and mosaic of unrest. Mouth full of war and eyes that croon honey-thick derision, a masochistic glutton for weaving ire and thorns of annoyance. Corrosive to even the most temperate souls, his sheer oddities prove to be impish and exhausting. Reputation recalcitrant and almost eager to garner notoriety, they prioritise entertainment and recognition rather than opinions (or feelings) of others.

Such insouciance can be soil for shoots of envy. To have a lack of concern for condemnation is almost unheard of, but in abundance the virtue quickly leads to inconsideration. Uncouth, he runs his mouth and spills unpleasantries almost as easily as breathing. It’s satisfying to wind someone up and watch them tick out the steps he expects. The angrier the better, reliable as clockwork.

Accusations of “unsound mind” aren’t of fraud origin, behaviour curious and perpetually theatrical. From introductions; flourished hands paired with the dubious name Rat, to spitting saliva at someone for asking too many questions, he’s a varying balance of peculiar and downright diabolical. Notable titles of deranged and infuriating are attested in every interaction, and volatile as gunpowder, once pinched the right string between tweezers, rash carelessness is easy to pull loose.

Personal space non-existent, social-normalcy ignored, slithering out of nowhere to intrude conversations: Rat prides himself on being a terrible little nuisance.

He also prides himself on being completely fake.

At the crux of Rat, patron saint of deceit: a liar, con-artist, and method-actor who has mastered how to present himself to others.

Traits

Lively, social, hobbyist, creative, observant, theatrical, autonomous, impudent, two-faced, blithe, impatient, coarse, scheming, secretive

Habits

Rat spits at people. Strangers and friends alike, he may spontaneously decide to eject saliva at them for no reason other than: "it's funny."

In deterrence of growing emotional attachments to people or pets, he’ll use anything but their correct names. Whilst similar enough by starting with the same letter or rhyming, a few interactions might be needed to realise he's not forgetful or hard of hearing, and is actually doing it on purpose.

Likes origami, and has a habit of leaving folded napkins or paper in places where he has been.

Bites his nails when bored. May or may not spit these at people. Step closer to find out.

Fears

Dogs of all sizes. Even a convincing bark can get him on his toes.

likes

Plants, painting, vitamin gummies, pottery, hard toffee, rodents, theatre, birthdays, topiaries, music, attention, the colour green, paper origami, chewy sweets, spinny chairs and pianos.

dislikes

Bees, salad, sunshine, modern art, old people, dandelions, formal events, vomit, names, mornings, backseat drivers, fur, optimists, alarm clocks, tepid soup, being ignored and Picasso.

history

Covenant

Many have tried to defy death.

Mesopotamian Gilgamesh, intent to stay awake long enough to become immortal. Consequences of Sisyphus, invoking everlasting punishment. The wistful prince of Troy, Tithonus, granted immortality but forever ageing. Achilles, dipped in the river Styx for eternal life, yet the lyre tendon of his heel still snipped. The Holy Grail, a chalice that preserves, lost to history.

It is known there are no dark recesses to hide and cheat cessation, but of all people, he was never meant to live long.

Born premature, childhood was the sterile linoleum of a paediatric ward and restrictive leash to an IV. Birthdays were milestones of survival, and bagged prescription drugs clutched in hand like dead pheasants were the prize— cost, of that existence. Weak immune system cast algid fog over a starved childhood, and under the impression of dying young, adopted a trait of valuing small details. He learned to look at things, treat information with grandiose significance.

Stretches of seafoam curtains cleaving beds did nothing to stifle leaked voices spoken soft at expired hours, bowed breath uneven from a gaping mouth or scratch of thin blankets. The buzzing ceiling held a nauseating tune, splashing metallic glare over greasy crayons and graffitied magazines, cut out snowflakes strung near an incorrect clock and a television with a misplaced remote— stuck on repeat episodes of a game-show.

Grief was a bride that wore a gown of medical scrubs and surgical gloves. Quiet feet of staff tendering the tiles, nurse’s badges clicking against steel bed railings as they fussed with plastic fluid tubes. But observation was something that could not be easily excavated from a body, divided from the muscles of hand and heart, recognising despair when he saw it. Hope razored down to crumbling remnants of a citadel and tender-pink bone, in the lingering question, how are you feeling today?– in the pale colour of tired desperation, in the eyes glossed with rheum and mouth full of saltwater and gravedigger dirt.

The death rattle of phlegm slathered lungs, faces raised like forlorn hatchlings, mouths wide as flatlines moved across electric screens, it became his home like sleep. Once unquestionably amicable, now steeled in apathy that waits in the face of death ought to be made omen.

Dying was a wound, pity was salt, and it was easier to repel others than allow them to deepen the sting. No need to impress took root, to be nobody of importance to anyone, a paper crane built out of lies and half-imagined concepts.

To be known is too close to existing, a reminder; fear, that he is not a glass illusion undefined and shameless. Built of skeleton bones and pale skin that feels bloodless by the day, being a heretic is a safeguard against conversations, truths, he can no longer carry. His commitment to deceit is at best, commendable, but to feast or to salve pitied wounds remains to be decided.

MISC

Headcanons

➢ Colours in the boxes of crosswords. Finds it satisfying.

➢ Favours hard toffee, and is often seen chewing or pushing it to the side of his mouth when he smiles.

➢ Children find him funny. He does not return the sentiment.

➢ A pianist. Has a trained ear for sounds, and shows tetchiness towards ugly noises.

➢ Eats vitamin gummies like candy.

➢ Frequently picks up new hobbies to entertain and expand his knowledge. Currently into really ugly pottery.

➢ Acts as if he can't read or write so that nobody asks him to.

➢ Often jumpscares people. Sometimes unintentional. Most times not.

➢ Hates the feeling of being watched, and is wary around those that don’t fall into his demands for attention. It’s harder to gauge someone when unable to derive a reaction.

➢ Learned Morse code just to tap secret messages to his younger sibling when around family.

➢ There’s a small shift in his jaw in tell he’s about to spit at somebody.

➢ Can't watch quiz shows. Becomes too invested, like a sports-fan standing up from the couch and screaming "WHAT WAS THAT" at the television.

➢ Loves the Kahoot music. Itches his brain.

➢ A horrific driver. It’s turbulent, nauseating, and has people latching nails into their seats. Like most things, Rat does it on purpose.

➢ If asked about his actual name, he’ll hit them with “Rathaniel” or something equally stupid.

misc

Spotify Playlist for Mr Rat
Pinterest Board for Mr Rat

Abilities

As the name suggests, Rat, original harbourer of plague, is a walking bioweapon. His strength lies in the distribution and immunity of viruses, bacteria, fungi, and toxic substances; withering nature, stagnating water and spoiling food. Being in his presence is (thankfully) harmless, as he’d much rather kill people with kindness ♡.

Whilst showing immunity beyond the capability of a human body, Rat’s already precarious health has slowly deteriorated. Some days there is a healthy hue to skin and hair, other times painted marble alabaster. Gaunt and ghastly, almost a living corpse. There is rasp in his voice and god-knows what in his veins, but despite fluctuating states, it doesn’t discourage his behaviour.

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GRAY

Marshwood Resident

Full name

Grayson Lavicchi

Nicknames

Gray (don't)

Gender

He/Him

age

Eighteen
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SIRI, WHAT IS A SUGAR DADDY.

appearance

height

6'0"
(182cm)

weight

160lbs (72kg)

hair c.

Raven Black

eye c.

Gray

Hair

Colour of poets ink, Grayson prides himself on keeping it short and neatly styled. Perfectionism over a particularly errant strand leads to frequent patting and fussing into nitpicky submission. When under the jurisdiction of intrusive gazes, it is instinct to stop and check the state of his hair.

Eyes

With coal pupils vivid against pools of molten silver, it is not complex to understand the origin of his name. Hollowed gaunt features and stained with violet bruises of insomnia, there’s a sharp and vicious feeling to his natural stare.

Scars

Clipped in the temple by a ring-wearer, the ill-fated punch left a shallow scar beneath his left eye. It is faint, hard to notice, and conjures no insecurity from Gray.

Mods

With an inflexible upbringing, there’s no expressed interest in modifying his appearance. He does, however, sport a smiley-face stick and poke on his ankle; the forgotten repercussions of tequila shots.

Distinguishing

Starved of smiling or relaxing, a pinch-browed scowl is present more often than not. It gives the Lavicchi heir a distinctly grim energy, radiating wordless judgement on those that earn disfavour.

Sharing in the injustice of most men, he is the host of sinfully dark lashes.

The sloped beak— a defined nose, is regularly looked down upon others with arrogant sagacity.

The manner of which he moves is refined and strict, never one for displaying laziness or clumsiness. To those absorbed in their own devices, they may even fail to notice Grayson’s presence brushing past. Under the impression of being alone, however, the polish chips and he can be found reading in more comfortable positions— sometimes peculiar ones.

Face-claim

Evans Nikopoulos

personality

Born with a gilded spoon pressed to the flat warmth of his tongue, there’d never been time for self-reflection. Dreams and the illusion of free-will were crafted out of childish idealism, fated to fulfil what had been charted in detail from boyhood: a burden, marionette of legacy and luxury.

Anchored by the perfectionist design of his family’s making, Grayson encapsulates every part he never wanted to play. Mature, or some semblance of it. Ambition is his lodestone, dawn-lit wisps of enjoyment from the addictive strings of success wound tendon deep. But an identity formed and calcified around the vulnerable anatomy of grades and parents’ approval is a double-bladed pendulum, spear-headed precedence that drowns the smallest of failures into suffocating terror. He’s wreathed tight, bridled so taut that any strayed seams become a noose to the slope of the throat.

A creature of compassion, it is the pale hand that cups a bug from bedroom to garden, stows away romance novels, and wears his heart emblazoned crest-like on a sleeve. Be it ranting, fussing, comfortable silence, all is seeped in honesty. Pleas for help, silent or spoken, cannot be dismissed by the medium.

Concocted under the scalding blood of his father, Gray harbours more anger than he’d ever like to admit. Spun thick with ire, it weaves under his skin and steals away to white blades of teeth long before he can contemplate its consequences. For rage is a self-sustaining force that retraces its well-worn steps, like father, like son, hissing and spitting syllables of fragmented glass; tongues abuse freedom.

There is something barely tethered, unspooling in maddening sequences borne of a famished youth; enticement of the unknown. Grit and stain forbidden from the poise of his seraphic palms, wealth has coloured Grayson naive, but the sheltered and pearlescent unmarred flesh begs no deterrence for curiosity.

An empty feeling covets for distraction, danger— to shrug control and feel the thrill of mortality. Found and relished in the risky glimpses of shimmering ardour, ephemeral rushes in the peak of a speedometer, drink of cigarette, or a railing of a bridge, he’s quick to become an ark of lost ambition. Reckless, dismissive to obligations, snoozing alarms, there is leonine laziness not yet indulged and unknown divine freedom from letting a stray thread split into an entire seam.

Traits

Compassionate, ambitious, responsible, perfectionist, emotionally durable, tidy, grumpy, prude, control-freak, adrenaline junkie.

Habits

Insomnia wreaks havoc through any acceptable sleeping schedule. Accidental naps are promptly followed by flustered claims, "not asleep, only resting my eyes".

Rearranging things, tidying others' clothing and hair.

Fears

Claustrophobic.

likes

Romance books, hazelnut coffee, cats, neatness, rain, libraries, the ocean, calligraphy, vanilla, jigsaw puzzles, peculiar socks, spiders & other creepy crawlies.

dislikes

Sweet or spicy foods, small spaces, loud rooms, people crying, brash personalities, flirting, painting, violence, yellow, physical touch, pianos and finger food.

history

Atonement

Childhood was a cave.

Outside coloured spring lilac, inside lined morion quartz and mute greetings. Everything drawn as a precise staccato breath, any faint remnant of adolescent enjoyment was stifled in a blanket of overcast sky. A certain distant, reserved kind of apathy took its place, an austere kid with gold-lacquered birthright and a comfortable trust-fund. Resplendent in its security and mythic grandeur to others, it was a childhood lost in a miasma of decay, greased on prayer and verses of the bible.

Hauntings bathed in rot and blood, faces torn asunder with grief and bodies a ruin of soured viscera. The stages of decomposition went as thus, ashen flesh taking a green hue, dried corneas and skin slippage, writhing blankets of flies, purest of putrefaction as larvae eggs hatched to strip wet bone of the surrounding soft tissues.

Sterile light of a child psychiatrist's office became a weekend hobby to palliate these hallucinations. Woman’s soft voiced smile and rationale in stark contrast to the boy’s bloodshot eyes and sallow skin that’d stare back.

It was not psychiatrist or medication that remedied the issue, but unorthodox parenting sealing atlas-weighted fear into a tight box, compartmentalised away for an illusion of normalcy. Morbidity associated with funerals and loss settled home in Grayson’s body like river-laden silt, and what was once heavy and asphyxiating through youth became only an inconvenience. Indifference rolled from boned shoulders, sombre-toned heir swathed in his short-tempered arrogance. A pretentious juvenile with a bad mouth, yet redundantly countered with a streak of strict pacifism.

Declining grades receded in a slow crawl down his spine— a testament to his gossamer-thin disguise for struggling mental health. After lacking identity from years of prioritising only success, feeling more absent than river Lethe nothingness, undefined oblivion, a pinnacle was met. Against fabricated nature and fuelled by curiosity borne of extrinsic discontent, he chanced a party, a shot of tequila (or five), a dodgy tattoo to the ankle, and further on in the night, stained the curvatures of his hands in wine, split knuckles that sung a psalm of retribution.

Grayson’s memory is foggy on how he managed to stumble his way home, less-hazy on keying their black BMW car, and perfectly pristine on greeting his father with a fist to the jaw.

MISC

Headcanons

➢ Has sonic hearing for “ew is that a spider”.

➢ Charm level of styrofoam.

➢ Hates all sport, but great at speed-walking. Mildly terrifying if he decides to sprint anywhere.

➢ Passionate that people who fold page corners in books deserve to die. Use a bookmark.

➢ Says confusing and morbid things in his sleep. Occasionally sleep walks.

➢ Touch aversion. Haha yay.

➢ Lines his bedroom with salt to keep the ghosts out. Becomes very tetchy when people remove or break these.

➢ Doesn't eat breakfast. Running on caffeine and hatred alone. Takes his coffee with milk, but no sugar.

➢ Finds horror themes boring, and is notoriously difficult to scare.

➢ This single hair is out of place so I'm going to fix it for you.

➢ Was a strict pacifist. It has now become questionable.

➢ Cat fanatic. Likes cat-themed items, calendars, socks, etc.

➢ Owns a cream-colored Persian cat named Oatmeal. She is very friendly, and most Marshwood occupants have probably been approached by her.

➢ He has little sweaters and hats made for her.

➢ TBA

misc

Spotify Playlist for Gray
Pinterest Board for Gray

Abilities

The ability to hear, see, communicate and physically interact with spirits of the deceased. A power that’s far more inconvenient than practical, especially since he has no control over what they decide to do.

Gray’s presence attracts the dead, giving rise to peculiarities that most people can notice: Snatching floating items and angrily putting them back where they belong, glaring at the flickering lights or snapping at whatever, whoever, is tapping the wall at 3am. Half the time it feels and looks like he’s trying to control invisible toddlers. He’s sleeping? Time to play with the light-switches. He’s looking a fraction too calm? Time to pick up some expensive fine china. He’s having an important conversation? Time to stand within eye-sight and stare.

Albeit an undesired ability, there are small benefits to seeing and speaking with dead people. Ghosts like to gossip, and he very often hears of things he shouldn’t know. When someone is crying in the bathroom, smokers puffing away at the back of the building, people’s general areas to hang out, what the ghosts think about a certain somebody’s obnoxious decorations, etc. For those that find out he has ears and eyes lurking everywhere, they may find it intrusive.

Summoning is a possibility, yet is paired with the danger of possession or inviting less-than-desirable spirits into the establishment.

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x_Tasia_X · May 27, 2022

when the morning comes click! given name Nina Simone Rivera s. name Nina age 17 p.o.b. Salvador, Brazil d.o.b. February 12th gender cis female

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twin bro

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psyche

Nina is a deeply flawed individual. And she’s much more flawed than she lets on. Nina tries her best to play the part of a sweet, kind girl. She’s afraid that showing the flawed parts of herself would make the people around her hate her. She holds herself to an unreasonable standard and doesn’t allow herself to trust other people. She pretends to be someone that most would want to protect; naive, but kind and outgoing.

Deep down, she is slightly mischievous and a little manipulative, she is a genuinely kind person. (despite convincing herself otherwise.) She acts the way she does so others feel comfortable and safe around her. She wants people to be happy. She tries to manipulate situations so everyone involved can reach the best outcome. She’s selfless in her own way, and she’s very thoughtful and considerate to those she holds dear. She’s willing to do a lot to ensure the safety and happiness of the people she loves. She is loyal, even when her loyalty is undeserved.

If you can’t tell by now, Nina is an insecure person. But she’s also quite envious of others. She gets jealous of other people’s happiness, then immediately hates herself for feeling that way. She’s a hypocrite who wants others to trust her, but never truly trusts anyone. Despite not trusting people in general and believing she isn’t worthy of anything good; Nina still seeks the approval and praise of other people. She bases her entire self worth on how helpful she is to the people around her. She’s plagued by unearned guilt. She’s given up on being happy with herself. So, she decided to dedicate her entire being to making others happier, hoping to find her own happiness in the process.

It uh- hasn’t been very successful..

virtues

endearing

non-judgemental

observant

vices

insecure

hypocrital

dishonest

likes

Nina enjoys gardening, she isn’t extremely talented at it or anything. She’s pretty average, she’s just diligent with it and genuinely likes taking care of things. (definitely not because it makes her feel like she has a purpose haha) Nina also likes writing, she prefers to keep track of important people, events, or feelings that she has in her life on paper. She’s a good cook, and she enjoys baking. Other things she likes are moths, mushrooms, roses, doves, shiny things, and feathers.

dislikes

Nina hates loud noises, the sudden kind, they scare her quite a bit and make her want to grind her teeth. She also hates slimy or muddy texture textures and anything dirty-feeling. She doesn’t like when people try to get through her emotional walls and hates the idea of being vulnerable. And crickets. She really hates crickets.

quirks

tapping her foot, whistling, fiddling with things(her hair, her clothing, her hands, etc.), pursing her lips, bouncing on her heels, staring into space, tapping her forehead, furrowing her eyebrows.

fears

Nina’s afraid of rejection, everything she does is to earn the approval of others. Rejection would be a nightmare for her. Though, something worse than rejection would be not being seen at all, being ignored. Nina yearns for the attention of those around her, she wants more than anything for someone to look at her. Something tangible that scares Nina is dark, confined closed spaces.
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history

Not quite living

It’s an age old story, Nina’s parents had expectations for their children, Nina didn’t fit them. Things were okay at first, she had her parents' love. An autism diagnosis was all it took to change that. They couldn’t believe they had a mentally ill child. They truly believed that because she was autistic she would amount to nothing. And they were very vocal about it. Nina could barely breathe without her parents' criticism. She tried to be good enough for them. Her attempts were met with ridicule and mockery. “That kind of thing is for normal girls, Nina.” “You shouldn’t bother with that, you’d just embarrass yourself.” Nina believed them.

The discovery of her powers changed things for Nina. She finally had a use. So her parents' plans changed. Obsessively teach her to use her powers to benefit themselves. Nina was foolish enough to think this meant that they would be kinder to her, but the opposite seemed to happen. Nina was chastised for hours on end for a single mistake. Anytime she said she was tired from using her powers, she was punished. Anytime the poor girl cried thanks to her parents' cruelty then would soften their tones and lie to her.

“We’re doing this because we love you, Nina” they would coo.
“This is the one thing you can offer the world. If you fail you’ll have nothing else. And we just want the best for you.”
“ This is love.”

Nina was a kind girl. She was a stupid, kind girl who desperately wanted to believe that her parents loved her. She knew the truth, but the truth hurt. So she refused to acknowledge it. She grew up believing that she wasn’t worth anything. Her parents were right.

Thankfully, Nina had one person looking out for her. Markus Lee was her twin brother. And her favorite person. He treated her like a person, he was kind to her and tried his best to shield her from harm when he could. He probably tipped off Marshwood or something to get them to come take his sister or something idk. Anyways Ninas was yeeted to Marshwood and was basically like a scared dog shaking in the corner for the entirety of her first year there. Then she did a 180 and started talking to people.

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Powers

Memory Manipulation - User can control memories of others, allowing them to modify, fabricate, suppress, influence, repair, restore, erase, detect, and view them. Nina has to be making physical skin-to-skin contact to use her abilities, and it takes a great deal of energy and concentration. Over using it could lead to headaches, nosebleeds, losing consciousness, and concussion. When manipulating memories, Nina tends to feel the emotions the person she’s looking into the mind of was feeling. It can lead to a great deal of emotional exhaustion. With more practice, she could probably affect someone's muscle memory, but she isn’t at that point yet.

Brother

Markus Lee Rivera

twin brother

Markus Lee has always been Nina’s rock. Someone she looks up to and someone who was always kind to her. He treats her much better than the rest of her family and Nina will always be eternally grateful to him.

Sister

Natasha Rae Rivera

older sister

Nina and her sister can get along sometimes. But the abuse they receive from their parents constantly setting them up against each other has permanently destroyed their relationship. Natasha was always the antagonist one and was fiercely jealous of the attention Nina got from their parents, even when it was negative. And Nina was completely unaware of this and started to avoid her sister completely. Nina still reminisces about what could have been.

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Auguste

Movement

Hozier

full name

J. Auguste Cortes Martin

nicknames

Auguste, Auggie, Nightmare

age

18

sexuality

Gay

date of birth

June 30

appearance

6'7

221 lbs

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hair style

The heat of rebellions runs through Auguste's veins. It's his lifeblood and it thums gently underneath his softspoken appearance. One of many distinct and disgusting laws within his mother's tyranny was that he had to buzz his head. Because of this, now in the present day, Auguste has grown his hair out to his shoulders. There is a massive white patch in the black abyss - whether it's a hereditary feature or out of shock he isn't quite sure. Vague, foggy memories of his father point to the former being true, but he wouldn't say that he has the most reliable of minds. Sometimes though, practicality must outweigh style and the cumbersome burden of hair falling into his eyes means that for a good portion of the time, he has his hair pulled back in a messy bun or a top knot. Especially when he's trying to perform.

Eyes

The resemblance to his father, for the most part, is uncanny. Between the three, he was definitely his father's son. However, he was unfortunately given his mother's eyes. Piercing and terrifying, they have this kind of stare to them which is extremely unsettling when he needs them to be. But that practice has long since been retired. Nowadays, they hold a tired weariness to them for the most part. Dark circles from late nights of insomnia and night terrors round them out, making them appear more sunken in than they should be. Though, it should be noted that on the rare occasions that Auguste gives a smile, it's first noticeable in his eyes before his mouth actually begins to move.

physique

The wire of a rabid, starving wolf is perhaps more terrifying than a bodybuilder. There is a quiet desperation attached to Auguste's frame - built of just muscle and bone, he hasn't been able to develop much fat from the life he's led. While on most, this might seem to be the pinnacle of body goals, on him it appears more like he's starving and malnourished. His massive frame eating itself alive just to keep itself moving. Ever since his living conditions have become more stable, though, he's slowly been putting on more weight and filling out his frame - allowing the massive muscles to stop breaking down and actually develop. Because of this, he is slowly becoming both more imposing, but less rabid.

attire

Auguste grew a lot in a very short amount of time, and he wasn't able to fully supplement his closet to keep up with the growth spurts. Therefore, he has a mismatch of clothes that are usually just a little bit too small for him to be extremely comfortable. Black is his color of choice, but every now and then he shows off the tiniest slivers of color like blues, greens, and browns. Matching the general dark aesthetic are black combat boots to round out the entire look.

Modifications

While not really the type for extra decoration or needles coming anywhere close to his head, he has gotten two separate tattoos. They are both of an extremely personal nature to him, so he quietly does not advertise that they exist. Given the funds, he would elect to remove one of them as he got it in a different time of his life and was coerced into the entire deal to begin with.

FC/VC

Face claim is Mike Faist, and voice claim is Andrew Hozier-Byrne.

psyche

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positive traits

They say that people often become the person which they needed in a dark time, and that is no different for Auguste. Auguste needed a gentle hand and a nonjudgmental ear to talk to, so he became that when he became more stable. A gentleness marks his movements, animals tend to flock to him like they can smell the softness on him. And though he doesn't outwardly advertise this part of his personality, it is always there. Ready to be a shoulder to cry on and a foundation to help people rest and recover from the storms around them.

Cleverness marks Auguste's abilities and his ability to create and forge things from nothing is one of his biggest boons. Resourceful and out-of-the-box, he often comes up with solutions to problems marked with creativity, and is often labelled a prodigy in the arts with an immense amount of talent in both music and dance.

Auguste has weathered many storms and still come out the otherside mostly in tact. He struggles with his mental health, as one would when put into the intensely traumatic experience he's had, but Auguste always manages to land on his feet and keep fighting. No matter how stacked the deck may seem, he weathers it out with a stoic calm. And sometimes, even, actively rebelling and making things more difficult for the people that try to force him down.

The massive stature and intimidation to Auguste's appearance is easily undercut when he opens his mouth to speak, as he's often very soft and mild in his tone, never really one to raise his voice above a pleasant conversational volume except for the most dire of circumstances.

negative traits

Seeing the darkness that the world has to offer has made Auguste particularly sensitive to people around him. Betrayal runs deep within him, and as such he has a rather paranoid view on the people around him. Internalized fear of his own mind has caused him to develop a deep fear of his reactions to people, in turn causing a deep anxiety in him where he both fears people, fears for people, and fears his actions.

His ability to keep fighting and keep moving even when injured gravelly has led to a deep stubborn streak within him which is very hard to dig out of. Especially when it comes to his mindset involving his traumas or the attempt to keep him away from something that he wants. This, added with a rebellious streak, makes it very hard to reason with him when he's in his tunnel vision of needing to get one specific thing.

Skeletons in the closet are always present in people's lives, and Auguste has many skeletons in his closet that he wishes to keep to himself. This has led him to become extremely cagey when it comes to information about himself - he's gotten very good at giving little bits of information without actually saying much about himself. Every little bit of backstory is carefully crafted so that it doesn't lead to any other questions or anywhere close to the massive elephant in the room of whenever he talks about his past.

Pain is inevitable, it's how you react to pain which is the real showing of your personality. Auguste has taught himself to not react, to simply weather out the storm. However, he still has his instincts deep down inside of him to lash out with extreme violence and aggression whenever he feels cornered and threatened. This part of him terrifies the giant, and he's since tried to do everything he can to repress it... not knowing that in reality it's only feeding the beast further.

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likes

Auguste, despite his more dour appearance, tends to be interested in things that are of a quieter nature and smaller in the grand scheme of things. A deep appreciation for nature and the small things in life has led to a fondness for stray animals and plants and flowers. As well as soft blankets and nice clothes. Jasmine and soft fragrances of freshly made bread. However, on the other side of that, Auguste is also deeply appreciative of the arts - finding his passions deep within dance and music, and enjoys a great many types of music. This includes everything from rap to folk to heavy metal punk - and he also has a certain fondness of loopholes and rebellion. He likes a good underdog, and he likes protest and activism. Auguste also, despite his outward bellyaching about the entire deal, actually really enjoys attending gigs and concerts and even doesn't mind the odd social event every now and then... Though he'd never ever admit to enjoying it when people challenge him to step out of his comfort zone.

dislikes

Auguste has a general distaste for obnoxious loudness. He also has general disliking towards people that are pushovers and are outwardly too kind. It makes him intensely wary that they are trying to get something out of him when this occurs. He also has an intense distaste for family and holds a great deal of self-loathing. He also has an extreme hatred for any type of abuser and any kind of guilt trip which makes him a very difficult person to deal with. Outside of this, he also generally is wary around things which are small or things that are easily breakable. He tends to have a distaste for braggarts, government, and police. Holdovers from his time in the gang. Ironically enough, he has a fear of heights despite generally being labelled a "big lad" himself.

hobbies

Playing guitar and composing are chief among his hobbies, but Auguste generally amuses himself with other quieter hobbies that are low in stress and help him relax from anxiety fuelled tailspins. Such as knitting, or birdwatching. He also likes feeding the local stray cats and reading poetry with some nice hot tea. When he's feeling active, he often goes on long hikes in the woods or goes downtown to window shop. He also goes to the gym quite a bit and very rarely will do boxing practice with the sandbags.

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Early

Content warning: suicide

Auguste was born a prodigy in the arts. Groomed for success at a young age, his father was a Bolshoi dancer - one of the few Spanish that have managed to make it big in Russia. His mother was a nurse who worked the night shift. He was taught how to sing and dance before he could talk and walk. Put into every single extra curricular at a young age and ran with what stuck. Auguste was taught at a very young age that if he was going to do something, he better put his entire heart into the deal - and to love the entire process of creation rather than just the end results.

He quickly grew a life long passion for music and for dance - definitely being his father's son. But with his father's contacts in the performing arts world, it seemed that he was just being groomed for success. And the hardwork that he put in eventually paid off. Auguste swept the first competition year that he participated in, winning first place across the board in a landslide. Heads were turned and he had the groundwork laid for a highly successful professional year before he hit the age of 10.

This came crashing down quickly because the day after he finished the competiting, he was sent to fetch his father from the study for dinner...

He opened the door.

Auguste's father was hanging from the rafters. Dead.

parents

Helene Martin & Niccolas Cortes

Helene gave up everything to be with Niccolas. And he tried his best to provide for her and their fledgling family. But before Auguste was born, he suffered a knee blowout and was told that he would never walk without aid again, much less dance. He was stripped of his profession and his passion and they were forced to move back to Madrid where he became a teacher while trying to rehabilitate his knee.

Being stripped from dancing led to a deep depressive spiral that Niccolas never quite escaped from, and when he took his life, Helene's mind snapped pretty quickly afterwards.

Early Life

Teenage Years

Content Warning: Parental Abuse, Bullying, Gang Violence, and Suicide

Auguste's mom was never the same. Something inside her snapped when she saw the body. And she was forced to stare at a reminder of her lost love. So, she started taking the pain out on her son. Shaving his head, moving him far away from anything he knew as they went to Paris. On good days, she'd forget that he existed so consumed with her grief that she'd forget that he was there. On bad days, she'd scream and sob and throw things and hit him.

Auguste was traumatized from finding his father's corpse. And he learned that anything reminding his mother of their old life would make the pain so much worse. So he began repressing things inside of him. He was also intensely bullied as a kid, shaved head and bad French led to kids being particularly cruel. To help himself survive he became almost completely unresponsive to people trying to hurt him. Eventually, one of his bullies became his best friend: Charlie.

Charlie was... amazing. His best friend. Old money and gave him a safe haven from the pain surrounding him. And then he made a really stupid decision: he kissed Charlie.

His friend wasn't very receptive to Auguste's feelings, to say the least. And Auguste ran away from his only friend. That was when he found Gabriel. Gabriel invited him into a family that would take care of him and would support him no matter what... And that's how Auguste joined a gang.

He found quickly that he liked having an outlet for all the pain he went through on a daily basis. Pain became anger, and anger led to him being very successful at beating people into the ground or psyching people out. He was... insane, but he needed to be. And he was one of their most loyal and terrifying members. But it just wasn't him. His self-esteem was tanking, he was feeling worse and worse, and his situation whenever he returned home got worse and worse.

He tried to kill himself one day. Charlie found him in the hospital, and began trying to fix their friendship.

Best friend

Charlie Chapeliere

Charlie found Auguste to be incredibly pretty as a kid, but he was raised extremely Catholic. When Auguste took the dive, it scared him and he pushed Auguste away. It wasn't until he figured out that being gay was okay through Auguste that he was able to reconcile this about himself. And he managed to find Auguste just in time to try to save him from himself through guilt trips and begging to hang out with him. They became best friends again, and they Skype now every week.

Gang

Now

Tearing away from the gang was painful, as most growing pains were. They didn't like that he was quitting, but to be quite honest he felt... better when he was doing dumb shit with Charlie like playing in his shitty punk band or doing dance classes to hit on the girls in there. It quickly became apparent that they were not actually his friends, they were just using him to keep themselves safe. So he tore away from them more and more.

He was back in the arts, and he was back doing the things that he loved. And heads were turning once more. But more than that, he needed to escape his mother. So, he left for Marshwood - escaping to live out his final bits of childhood in relative peace.

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- This close to becoming a Disney princess
- Would make a fantastic stripper
- Finger picks his guitar
- Speaks 3 languages fluently: Spanish, French, and English... Can get by in German
- Owns a cat he picked up off the side of the road as a kitten because it looked at him with sad eyes
- Scared of heights and stepping on people under 5'0
- Can throw a fully grown man like a baseball
- Insults people to show affection
- Wears hair ties most of the time on his wrist
- Gets an average of 4 hours of sleep a night
- Slowly becoming used to actually having color in his wardrobe
- Used to be one of the most violent members of a violent street gang.

Power

Auguste was cursed with a beast inside of him. A wolf that grants him strength and speed and endurance, alongside the ability to bounce back from injuries that would kill normal humans with a shrug and a grin. He can also transform into the wolf. The wolf itself is a reflection of his inner being and as such is actually a lot less of a threat than initially appearing - driven by pure instinct, but calling upon the wolf's strength as a human makes him susceptible to going into frenzies of destruction rather than anything actually productive. It also takes a lot of energy out of him to call upon the strength and it's much easier to outlast Auguste than it is to outfight him.
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TW: Suicidal ideation sprinkled throughout but most concentrated in personality and history sections, death found in the history,
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Whore of the Moor
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Cis Male
Unpicky
August 7th
Ireland
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6'3
weight
217 lbs
hair

Graham's natural hair color is bright red. It's fairly easy to pick out in a crowd - as he doesn't really take many pains to hide it. Keeps it somewhat long like a lion's mane and in its natural state of exceedingly curly and basically fucking everywehre.

eyes

Bright green and just a bit mischievous, it's a rare sight indeed to see him in any state of actual seriousness. Most things are incredibly funny to him, and even when they aren't he has the tendency to act like it's hilarious.

physique

Graham has toned himself through a series of hiking and heavy working out that made him exceptionally muscular. It totally isn't a point of pride for him or anything. It's chill. He's exceptionally handsome and he knows it.

style

Built for cold weather and practicality, he dresses in a lot of grays and greens, simple, but done to accentuate his muscles and his attractiveness. Not really one for jewelry or the fine things in life, he tends to shy away from silver and gold, except for a single pinky ring on his left hand, and some kind of bracelet on his right hand that he wears constantly. He also tends to have a fondness for dog tags. Over all, kinda fruity and kinda foresty.

modifications

He has one tattoo. It's of a broken calla lily and it's on his foot. He doesn't talk about it.

face claim/Voice Claim

Face Claim is Nicholas Skidmore

likes

Nature, Poetry, Books, Bears, fun, adrenaline rushes, alcohol, summer

dislikes

Snobs, rich people, big cities, concrete, climate change, buzzkills, winter

hobbies

Stargazing, playing guitar, flirting,

habits

Flirting indiscriminately with anyone that has the misfortune of looking at him, reading about space

ailments

Survivor's guilt, intensely claustrophobic

fears

Abandonment, love, death, claustrophobic

Life

Graham has the ability to heal people by taking on their pain as his own. Though, when he takes on too much, he has to take life from things around him - more often than not his beloved house plants.

He can also talk to plants and summon them... Though as for summoning plants, it takes a lot of effort on his end and quite honestly he hasn't figured out how to exactly do that one. His energy easily get drained when he's in cities as opposed to when he's in nature and surrounded by forests which give him energy and power.

Looking at Graham, it would be excessively easy to say that he has 0 thoughts. Well, maybe one thought: who he's flirting with for the day and what he might eat later and then sleep. A seemingly simple being, Graham follows pleasure with a wink and a smile and an easygoing manner that seems extremely close to being a lad. Something like a strike of lightning - pure chaos and excitement and gone before you can even blink.

Exceedingly self-aware, he knows he isn't particularly the sharpest tool in the shed. But what he lacks in book smarts he makes up for in an almost unshakeable steady nature and a surprising amount of emotional intelligence and charisma that often takes people by surprise. Simply put, once he has his sights on something, historically speaking, people are usually inclined to giving it to him with very little resistance. And perhaps this is his scariest trait.

It's not that he's particularly forceful, or that he's even particularly scary. It's that he's so disarmingly charming that people find themselves pulled in by his gravity and wanting to do what he asks.

Of course, underneath all of this glib charm he's fucked in the head.

See, Graham suffers from intense survivor's guilt. Alongside a general lack of self-preservation, a pervading feeling of failure, and a mild drinking problem, he often gets ideas in his head that maybe one day he should... just... disappear

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Before Aoife
Born one minute before his fraternal twin Aoife, the two were inseparable from birth. Aoife was always the bold one - the firestarter. The troublemaker. And their parents basically put it on Graham's shoulders to make sure that Aoife didn't get into too much trouble.

She managed to drag him into a lot of trouble, but Graham's sheer charisma and charm managed to get them out of trouble. But, everyone saw him as a kind of arrogant charmer as a result. Which Graham didn't mind, the only people whose opinions mattered to him was his family.

And then, they were playing out in the wild and an avalanche suddenly washed over them all.

Graham survived and was found wandering, shaking, covered in blood, and with this broken expression on the normally chipper boy's face... almost a week later.

Aoife was dead.

After Aoife
Graham was... different after Aoife died. He was angrier, and he spent longer and longer times out on the moors no matter the weather. He lost all of his friends, just searching the moor for whatever. Maybe for his own death. His family sat him down and told him that he needed to shape up or he was going to be sent to the shrink.

Now, Graham comes from a very traditional household and the idea that he may have had to go get psychological help as a totally straight man? Unheard of. Absolutely terrible. He immediately represed all of his grief over his twin sister and they never spoke of her again. Aoife became a banned word in the house, and Graham was left to suffer alone, completely isolated.

But, he managed to put on enough of a mask that he could become something that people thought he used to be. Except now he didn't have his twin as his confidante, he leaned more and more into the charismatic asshole playboy persona that he'd created for himself until Graham managed to convince even himself that he didn't need anybody. And that he was doing great actually, thank you for asking, speaking of which would you like to get some chips, love? He'd like to take you on a ride (wink wonk).

There had been a deep wedge driven between him and his family, though. And even though his mother really tried to help, his father took one look at him and decided that the best thing to do was to completely cut him off from home....

Yeah, he doesn't talk about his past very often. Prefers the mystique of the unknown

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- Can't fight for shit
- May or may not have had multiple near death experiences
- In tune with nature and all that buzz
- Excellent tracker
- Cars can fucking suck his dick, thank you very much
- Favorite book is The Great Gatsby
- Owns at least 4 houseplants
- Has a lot of interesting stories about life
- Had to put down his dog... he cried, a lot
- Used to smoke occasionally, has since quit
- Thinks with his downstairs brain more than his upstairs (it's easier that way)
- Used as a vehicle for someone to cheat once... Beat the shit out of them
- Once was forced to go to a fancy gala... No longer invited to fancy galas.
- Sexuality requires... introspection (gross) so he doesn't identify as anything.
- Started drinking in middle school... has a high alcohol tolerance
- Lewis from the 3rd grade who stole his crayon he wishes that whenever he goes to the grocery store that the person in line ahead of him is feeding a family of 5

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TW: Smoking throughout in the images, parental neglect in the history, Depression sprinkled throughout
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Matt
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Queer
February 28
New York City, United States
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height
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weight
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hair

Dark brown, curly hair. It's usually a mess, just absolutely wild. Like the man had never even seen a hairbrush before. He keeps it that way purposefully, doesn't really put too much effort in it. He's kind of a bastard like that.

eyes

Tired and dark, he just looks... exhausted constantly. Absolutely done with your nonsense at all times. It adds to the whole "Apathetic" look. A deep brooding stare as well, that never quite alleviates even when he smiles.

physique

He isn't... skiny, he isn't particularly fat... But he's got enough muscle in there to be just above the average: so... The way he chooses to describe himself is just "sturdy." There's a surprising amount of muscle for a nerdy librarian. "Sturdy."

style

Casual and just a bit unkempt, he usually dresses messy formal. Basically just dark academia. Tired, and with his only future being a literature professor in the near future. Overall, he just gives off that "tired smoker" vibe, an academic bad boy type beat.

modifications

None.

face claim/Voice Claim

Face claim is Louis Garrel.

likes

Black and white movies, nicotine, old books, rain,

dislikes

Emotions

hobbies

Writing, arguing, flirting,

habits

Smoking.

ailments

Barely functioning unmedicated clinical depressive (not diagnosed). Self-medicates anxiety with nicotine addiction.

fears

Abandonment

Burning/Freezing

Matt can make things cold and frosty with just a touch. His simple presence tends to chill things down and mellow them out. Frost seeps from his steps, and the room's temperature tends to drop a couple degrees when he enters.

He can summon flames and control fire and heat things up... in theory, but for some reason he can no longer produce flames or burn things or control fire

Matt is an apathetic fuckface.

Keep that in mind for everything else.

The apathy to the world has led him to not giving a single shit. This makes him rather spontaneous and have that cool kind of aura of someone that truly doesn't give a fuck.

Being a fuckhead means that he has plenty of fun, and he has plenty of situations where he leaps without looking. He's rather magnetic that way.

Matt is a bit of a hedonist. When you don't care, there isn't much holding you back from chasing pleasure in order to alleviate the nothingness that he's been stuck with. He does not care, though, about emotions. And while he's usually pretty upfront about not really wanting anything emotional attached to his flings, he has a way of still breaking hearts and leaving wreckages in his wake.

mind
mythos
childhood
Matt grew up with very... government family. He's really not allowed to talk about it very much. So he doesn't. What is needed to talk about here is that he was isolated from his peers at a young age, had to grow up very quickly, and learned a lot of languages in a very short amount of time.

He grew up extremely utilitarian and traveled a lot as a kid, never really putting roots down. And his parents were so busy that he never really connected to them on an emotional level either. He was raised by a revolving door of people that could take up the slack of taking care of the load. The firing range, the self-defense classes, the languages, and intensive home school programming as he learned from what was practically the best of the best.

And he was told as a young child to repress his powers because of the destructive capabilities that his flames could hold. He could only utilize his frost in... short outbursts in a controlled environment every now and then.

Repercussions
Matt grew to not give a single shit about anyone around him. He walks in a void of nothingness, only propelled forwards by an intense need to create and write - a coping mechanism that he picked up from traveling from place to place as his steadily growing library became his only constant companion.

He's turned into a rather morose character, and one that chases entertainment whether it be from doing dares and random shit for fun or from meaningless flings that he abandons when he grows tired of the person and bored.

Eventually, though, his powers of frost started getting out of hand. So he was instead sent to boarding school before an... incident that would require uncomfortable questions to be asked could arise.

gallery
- Pisces Sun, Scorpio Moon, Gemini Rising, Aquarius Mercury, Taurus Venus, Sagittarius Mars
- Actually good at wrestling
- Speaks a lot of langauges. Favorite is Italian
- His mental health does not exist sorry.
- Writes really dark and depressing poetry
- Had a breakdown over Finding Nemo
- Cannot take care of anything.
- Has a massive fluffy Maine Coon named Plato (he's alive because he bites Teo's ankles when Teo forgets to feed him)
- Willing to do dumb shit at any time
- Running a "totally not giving out test answers" ring in HA.
- Once wrote an essay about wolf migrations causing World War 3, he got an A
- Has also argued that it isn't gay to have sex with a man. He won that argument.
- Really likes Batman
- Highkey nicotine addict
- Has never felt love for another human before
- Takes pictures of Plato in different hats

additional info
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Yuumi Zoomi · Jun 3, 2022

click! Moni Marshwood Resident: Full Name

Just Monika

nickname.s

Surprise her

age

17

d.o.b.

8.29.2004

p.o.b.

united kingdom

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I was thinking about how there's no true end to anything!

appearance

height

5`4

weight

110LBS

hair c.

Brown

eye c.

Very dark brown, almost black

hair styling

Soft and fluffy, never seems to get tangled

build

A slim frame with long legs and slender arms

body mods.

None

faceclaim

Yara Shahidi
personality

Usually seen wearing a haughty look of either mild indifference or disdain, Monika doesn't seem to be the friendliest person. Surprise, spending your most developmental childhood years ordering people around doesn't do wonders for your social skills. However, when she gets the opportunity to learn more about someone, she becomes quite amiable. When someone wants to vent about their problems, Monika will listen. Monika simply wishes to understand people. Whether they're honest about themselves or not. And while she cares in her own strange way, it's not so much as caring but rather seeing everyone around her as chess pieces who should be moved accordingly. Monika wonders if she can manipulate others into "loving" her without using her power.

virtues

spontaneous, perserverant, hopeful, confident, imaginative

vices

manipulative, domineering, arrogant, reckless, materialistic

likes

making jewelry, shiny things, gullible people, doing her nails, extravagant clothing, annoying other people, ballet, music boxes, gracefully causing chaos then cackling manically into the night

dislikes

people annoying her, headstrong individuals, dull clothing, animals (sometimes they bite her LMAO), jeremy the resident ghost, "mysterious" people as she has no idea how to judge them
history

section 1

There used to be an urban legend circulated in a very small village hidden in a little pocket of (idk insert random part of the UK; sorry I had a D in geography). A girl covered in jewels and gold would take misbehaving children and turn them into her obedient servants. Not a single person in the village heard of this myth, and neither had their children. That's because only one child had the memory to repeat it. How could this kid be the only one doomed to remember her reign? Long story short...

The golden girl did exist, and she didn't just hypnotize children. The entire village was subject to her whims. Nevertheless, the citizens all functioned as normal except for one thing. They all seemed to be in a permanent state of bliss, but their emotions and personalities were stifled. The few who had strong enough willpower to avoid this either barely escaped with their lives or, unfortunately, were mauled by other villagers.

The village was relatively peaceful until a family arrived.

Said family included a deaf kid who was the only one immune to her power.

You know how the rest of the story goes. Guile hero eventually figures out the cause of the suddenly odd behavior of his family and everyone around him. Proceeds to use wits in order to successfully blend in, pretending he's also under hypnosis. Then gets close enough to knock the golden girl unconscious, thinks she's dead and throws her body in a river.

So the hypnosis is broken and the villagers have their free will back, but it's far from a happy ending. Our deaf hero proceeds to go coo-coo for cocoa puffs after realizing his family remembers absolutely nothing about being under mind control and treats him as if he's having hallucinations. In the end, he's also left wondering if he imagined the entire thing himself.

While the boy spiraled, the girl's body drifted down the river and was discovered by Marshwood.

section 2

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒶 𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁, ₐₗₗ yₒᵤ gₒₜₜₐ dₒ ᵢₛₛₛ, WALKａｗａ𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓎~
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Power

Hypnotism - Counters include extreme willpower, hearing loss, lack of interest in the target or not knowing enough about them, literally just make her unable to speak and she's useless. The more people under her control the easier it is to break.

misc

Monika wears alot of dangling jewelry and flowy dresses that make a swooshing noise when she moves, you'll probably hear her coming before she walks into a room.

misc

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Aurora

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L0ck0n · Jun 4, 2022

click! Diablo Demon of Mexico...: full name

Ignacio Martinus

nickname.s

Igni

age

10

d.o.b.

March 30th

p.o.b.

Mexico City, Mexico

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Life can be unfair sometimes...

appearance

Height

4'2"

weight

80 lbs

hair c.

Brown

eye c.

Brown

hair styling

Ignacio's hair is thick with dark brown curls that go past his ears. He had longer hair, but the curls were annoying, so he prefers to have shorter hair. Not too short though due to him thinking the curls looks worse when they're short. The lenght he has currently is ideal, and he cuts his own hair at times to keep the lenght.

build

He has a slender build, with some regular kid muscle growth.

Modifications

He has top and bottom ear piercings on both ears. Igni also has deep burn scars from his hands to above his elbows. This was the concequence of going too far with his ability, and is a reminder of what can happen when he goes too far.

faceclaim

N/A
personality

Ignacio comes off as a cold and an easily angered kid. He walks around expecting people to think he's a monster, so as such acts like a menace on purpose. Ignacio feels out of place in a public setting and around a group of people, so he feels highly agitated and nervous when joining in on public celebrations or get-togethers. Because of his fear of being abandoned Igni is scared that eventually those around him will not stay, and due to this spiral of thinking his emotions can change suddenly. He's prone to having outbursts from the emotions he's trying to bottle up, and it causes his ability to flare up.

Ignacio is straight-forward, and will tell it like it is. He's been through multiple orphanages in the past, but has gotten kicked out of all of them either because of his mouth or because of his ability. Though he is a straight to the point type of person there is a side to him that does yield when treated fairly, or when given food. As a kid he's still learning to understand his emotions, but is having trouble balancing all of his emotions.

He feels he is less than worthy to live, but somehow is still alive day to day. He doesn't believe in a religion, but deep down wants to have a meaning in the world despite what everyone has made him out to be so far. Even though there is a difficult side to Ignacio there is also a side to him that enjoys making someone laugh, and isn't afraid to help. He is willing to stand up for others as well, and will go out of his way if need be. On the down low he's a people pleaser, and enjoys when he's helpful to others.

Even though he's an easily angered kid who doesn't like to be around people Ignacio is just awkward and shy. He wants to be accepted by people, but he has a strong wall up to hide how much he craves to be loved, and cared about. Since joining the school Ignacio has been able to focus on academics, and take care of his personal possessions. He feels grateful for the things he's been able to have, and appreciates that he's been able to have a roof over his head and food for him to eat every day. Usually he will be in his room playing video games, and screaming at the tv.

virtues

Humorous, Straight-Forward, Justice, Persistence, Undaunted, Dependable, Responsible

vices

Iritable, Self-Conscious, Inarticulate, Short-Tempered

likes

•Drawing/Sketching: Has multiple sketchbooks where he has things like stills, portraits, landscapes, and comic ideas
•Gaming: Is consistently playing RPG, MMORPG, First-Person Shooter
•Walking at Night: Enjoys taking strolls at night, especially on a New Moon.
•All You Can Eat Buffet: this is his fave place to go to when going out to eat
•Ice Cream: It helps him cool down, especially after his ability has been used.

dislikes

•Spicky Foods: Cannot handle it
•Saunas: Cannot handle it
•Being Abandoned: Is scared of one day being left behind by the people he cares about
•Dark Locked Rooms: He's been throuhg a lot
•Chains: Doesn't like chains, especially around his arms/legs/neck
history

Backstory

Coming sooner than later

Ability

Ignacio has a Fire Ability that let's him use fire from nothing. He doesn't need a medium or a fire that's already been started, and he can strengthen the flames and lessen their temperature at will. He's mostly been able to use fire from his hands, and at times his feet as well. When he uses his power his body heats up, and when he's extremely angry or surprised suddenly his hair will catch on fire. Though he can control the fire at will he's only been able to turn fire blue once, and it caused severe burns on his arms up past his elbows. Because of this he wraps his arms up with bandages or wears long sleeve shirts, and wears gloves. He'll rarely let someone touch, grab, and especially wear his gloves, and he cleans them thoroughly every week. Whe he does this he has them back into pristine condition to keep the gloves from getting old. For some reason, these gloves rarely get damaged by his fire, and he's still able to wield fire perfectly fine when he has them on.
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misc

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Lost Boy

Ruth B.

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Shinoua Kazuno · Jun 4, 2022

Ambrosia Collins
Hair: Her hair was as long as one of her forearms that lead to the middle of her back. It was semi-curly and the color was a golden dirty blonde. She always had it in a bun or ponytail.
Build: She was tall for her age, around 5’11. She was rather skinny being that she didn’t eat much due to her power.
Accessories: She has a pierced nostril and lip.
Ability: Mind manipulation: she can read and control people through their minds. Pretty simple and self explanatory.
Other: She gets headaches if she uses her ability too much. She is quiet and keeps mainly to herself. She considers the other residents of the house as her family.

Daniel Reaving · Oct 24, 2022

(Well that sucks lol. Come to look at old cs’s and find them gone lmao)

Miaow · Oct 24, 2022

I haven't removed any CS's from this thread so whoever it is your looking for must have deleted it themselves

Daniel Reaving · Oct 24, 2022

I was looking for mine which I never delete but there gone lmao

Miaow · Oct 24, 2022

That's weird, I don't remember deleting them and I'm not sure why I would have

Daniel Reaving · Oct 24, 2022

I’m not blamin you at all lol maybe it glitched out or something but Aia and my Madusa character are gone

Fantasy Marshwood Home for Gifted Children (revamped CS)

Miaow

Bad job, Superstar!

fairyfawn

respectless

SavannahSmiles

вσ∂у ιη тнє αвуѕѕ, нєαят ιη ραяα∂ιѕє

-ferret-

𝐝𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲

Gao

[sad jester jingle noises]

x_Tasia_X

𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚏-𝚋𝚘𝚢

qunqun

Give me your herbs, worm.

Yuumi Zoomi

light mode is a sin

L0ck0n

Your Friendly Neighborhood Weeb

Shinoua Kazuno

New Member

Daniel Reaving

Thirty Thousand Club

Miaow

Bad job, Superstar!

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Miaow

Bad job, Superstar!

Daniel Reaving

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