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BASICS



full name: isla joanne afolayan
nickname: n/a
age: eighteen and a half
birthday: january tenth
birthplace: paris
current residence: america
zodiac: capricorn
gender: cisgender
sexuality: feminine
rom. orientation: hetero
sex. orientation: pan
species: human
occupation: unoccupied



APPEARANCE



height: 5'3"
weight: 106 lbs.
hair: dark brown
eyes: pale green
ethnicity: french
tattoos: not applicable
body mods: simple earrings
birthmarks: not applicable
dominant hand: right
build: lithe
complexion: lightly tanned, with many freckles
fc/vc: natalia dyer






PERSONALITY



vices: stubborn, pessimistic, reserved, agressive, insecure, and ruthless
virtues: strategic, determined, honest, creative, loyal, motherly, intelligent





BACKGROUND



the most intriguing people have the biggest secrets, and they had a tragic past. isla never thought that when she was older, she'd be part of the court, standing amongst the strongest humans and supernaturals. no, when she was born, her biggest worry was impressing the little french boys that she lived next to.

isla was born january tenth, in paris, france. her parents, lola and marcus afolayan, were the best parents one could have. they were caring, and loyal. they protected isla through the outbreaks of sueprnaturals. but, their protection could only last so long. isla had been returning home from school one day, along with her closest friend at the time, and young girl named evangeline. they'd been chatting about what had happened during their busy day, and as soon as they entered isla's home, the stench of blood filled their noses. isla called out to her parents, searching for them. and they were nowhere to be found.

evangeline was the one to find her parents. blood covered the bathroom. they must've locked themselves in there. isla broke into tears. her beloved parents, dead. all they left was their money, and their stash of weapons, which isla would soon learn to use, and would treasure for the rest of her life.

isla ended up moving in with evangeline. the two were like sisters with this new arrangement. never too far apart, and they knew everything about each other. isla later learned, when she was twelve, that a vampire had killed her parents. she wasn't too fond of them before, but when she learned, a burning hatred filled her. all she wanted was revenge. so much, that it was the cause of evangeline's death.

the girls were fifteen, walking home from a school dance, late at night. isla thought it was a good idea to go hunting--at that age, both were skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and isla had been taken regular hunting training--but evangeline was completely against it. isla should've seen it coming, and she blames herself for it. evangeline was murdered right in front of her. and she couldn't stop it.

isla deemed that paris wasn't her home anymore. with the consent of evangeline's somber parents, isla left her home country, left behind the people she loved and known, and moved to america. a whole new scenery. a whole new adventure.

fast forward three and a half years, and isla is now one of the best hunters around, and she has a position on court. she never would've thought that she'd make it. years of fighting and surviving. but also, years of closing herself off, darkening her heart. isla surely isn't the same person she was when she was fifteen. somehow, it makes her stronger.









likes: guns, lollipops, the sound of fire, and sex
dislikes: romance, tacos, vampires, and school
quirks: always has her gun, finds an excuse to not do homework, doesn't talk about a kiss she's had, and has three alarm clocks
fears: not being good enough, losing another person she loves, and clowns
skills: using guns and knives, cooking, and having sex







languages: french and english
mbti: istj
alignment: chaotic good
temperament: choleric
anima: 3/10
theme song: cleopatra - the lumineers






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— probably the most intimidating human you'll ever meet???
— practices energy projection & very limited necromancy
— could kill you if she felt like it, and then talk to your spirit

— has a soft spot for innocence because she's always wanted
to be a mother but never wanted to love anyone

— nobody has seen her smile? like ever??
— seems like she hates everyone around her
— has probably fucked someone you know
— her resting bitch face is literally deadly
— always eating dark chocolate


 
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the seelie youth;
b i o

The daughter of an old seelie heiress, Dao grew up for much of her life rather sheltered, though spoiled and adored. She comes from a long line of powerful seelies, close to the court. At one point in history, her family was rumored to be the closest to the throne, likely due to the amount of notable seelie consorts they produced. In recent history, the clan has moved away from the court, especially after many conflicts with humans, which cost a great many injuries to the Lai family.

Dao was always taught that she was a very precious being, creating a residual effect of elitism that she sometimes struggles to control. Her mother had long been thought infertile, and so her birth, by the conception of a younger male suitor, was considered a miracle. As such, Dao was treasured by the family, and spoiled accordingly. As she grew from child to adult, however, the adoration became more critical, harsher, and manifested in burdensome expectations for her to fulfill. Like her ancestors before her and the rest of her kin, Dao was expected to be a powerful seelie, with remarkable magic manipulation. Despite undergoing intense training, she demonstrated that she had little to no nature manipulation abilities, deeply frustrating her exceptionally gifted mother and father.

Dao had always been extremely clever, though. From a young age, she'd enjoyed solving logic puzzles and taking complex clocks apart to see how the gears would turn, and then find how many new configurations she could create that would still work. Methodical, rational, and witty, Dao demonstrated great intellect where her magical capabilities failed. But past the age of five, it didn't seem to impress her mother.

Her father had more patience, perhaps. He invested in numerous tutors and mentors in different fields of magic. For years, Dao studied different types of manipulation and spell-casting. It was difficult. And it was deeply frustrating. Eventually, she became quite proficient, if not excellent, at energy and illusion manipulation. She still studies healing and nature manipulation, though her progress seems to have slowed. It wasn't enough for her mother, who had been a remarkable enchantress in several fields. Dao's relatives watched on in pity as the rift grew between Dao and her mother-- to Dao, seemingly because they thought less of her for being magically challenged, though in reality it was for the intensity of training and the growing divide in the family. This failing relationship may have aged Dao's personality past her years, resulting in an unusually solemn seelie, where much of her family and her kind tend to be outgoing and cheerful.

Dao's rearing was by no means painful or unprivileged, though, despite her unfortunate family pressures. She traveled often, to numerous countries, and was granted almost everything she desired. She became fluent in many languages, has a collection of souvenirs from all over the world (that she constantly messes around with), and enjoyed numerous other glamorous luxuries of aristocratic life.

Her family was called to court. Dao was curled up in the library, reading before bed, almost asleep before her father rushed in, breathless and excited. Dao's uncle was requested for his knowledge of seelie history, but he was an aging seelie. (That was the excuse he gave for not attending, but the Lai family knew it was because he was deathly stubborn and refused to leave his garden sanctuary, too obsessed with his plants and animals to attend to other matters.) Dao's father was eligible as a replacement, as her mother was similarly unwilling to attend.

He glanced at her as he packed old scripts into his bag. She was reading on seelie-witch relations in the 16th Century. And he decided that she would go instead.

So that was how Dao ended up in cold, prone-to-snow Maine, despite her better judgement. Though in an unfamiliar place, nervously planning on her first interactions with the royal seelie family, Dao persists the endeavor because-- perhaps-- it is the final way to gain her mother's approval...

+ traits.......pensive, resilient, logical thinker, clever, quietly charming, methodical.
- traits.......easily irritated, not very sociable, fearful of the underground, generally quiet.likes.......books, cats, and food.
dislikes.......loud, sudden sounds, large crowds, vampires (distrustful of them)
fears.......mazes, snowstorms, being underground
skills.......

  • tinkerer, can fix many things
  • quick reader, clever mind, likes logical problems
  • powerful persuasion
  • novice-level healing
  • effective energy manipulator
  • effective illusion manipulator

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f i r s t
full name.......Lai Liu Dao
alias.......Xiao Dao, Dao
age.......23
dob.......April 19.
pob.......Taipei, Taiwan.
zodiac.......Aries.
gender.......Female.
romantic orientation.......Fluid.
sexual orientation.......Fluid.
faceclaim.......Fei Fei Sun.
height.......5'2.
weight.......104.
hair color.......Black.
eye color.......Black.
tattoos.......None.
distinguishing features.......A blue birthmark.
moral alignment.......Neutral good.
mbti.......ISTP.
theme song.......Holiest.
spoken languages.......Chinese (numerous dialects), English, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, Korean.
other.......dislikes/mistrusts vampires, looks down upon humans, indifferent to witches, doesn't believe werewolves to be a concern
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ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ / ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴀғᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀs / ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ, ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴜɴɢs


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REINA MOREAU【 ♛ 】
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❝ CLEVER AS THE DEVIL
& TWICE AS PRETTY ❞

↳ ON THE SURFACE

height || 5'9"
weight || 140lbs.
eyes || Medium brown
hair || Dark brown, warm toned
ethnicity || French and Hispanic
nationality || Mexican-American
tattoos || N/A
body mods || Pierced ears and navel
birthmarks || Small birthmark on her ankle
face claim || Giza Lagarce [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]
voice claim || Lindsey Morgan [ x ]

↳ THE BASICS

name || Reina Moreau
nickname || Rey
age || 21
birthday || November 13
zodiac || Scorpio
gender || Cisgender Female
orientation || Bisexual
birth place || Phoenix, Arizona

↳ DETAILS

languages spoken || English, Spanish, French
likes || evenings, warm colors, citrus, sarcasm (if it's her own), sweet tea, sunsets, thunder storms
dislikes || xenophobia, traditions that stand in the way of progress, small talk, niceties, dependence
mbti || ISTP-A
moral alignment || Chaotic Neutral
temperament || Choleric
anima || In Reina's mind, she is ultimately the only person that can ever always be there for her. This isn't due to cynicism but rather a result of her strong belief in self-advocacy. Despite this, she's (surprisingly, to some) not as full of herself as she may seem at times—she's just better at pushing the doubt out and moving forward.
vices & virtues ||
Insightful: Able to pride herself on being extremely observant. Makes it a priority to be aware of what's going on around her. It helps that she's generally perceptive, a thing that can be advantageous as it allows her to quickly piece things together if all the little hints and clues are there for her to find.
Outspoken: There's little that she won't say should she feel it needs to be said. She doesn't hold back her opinions or censor herself in the slightest—especially when it comes to things she cares about, which, as it turns out, happens to include nearly everything.
Driven: The kind of person who can't sit still. Action-oriented and needs to be working towards something or becomes restless. When she wants something, she busts her ass to get it and won't stop until it's done, and it definitely helps that she's not lacking in the self-assurance department.
Impatient: She's simply doesn't have the patience to go at a pace that isn't efficient, and there are few things that aggravate her more than sitting around and waiting on others. Things as seemingly inoffensive as small talk are still highly offensive to her, and she has no problem with brushing others off should they be in the way of her going about whatever odd new goal she's decided on.
Abrasive: Definitely a "tough love" kind of person (if a love kind of person at all). Bitingly sarcastic, incredibly notorious for publicly calling out others, and generally unconcerned with playing nice, it isn't at all surprising that she's not the most popular of people.
Headstrong: Not one for compromise. Though she's logically aware that her way isn't necessarily always the only way, it's more often than not the only way she's willing to go about doing things.
quirks || Fully ambidextrous; Always aware which direction she's traveling in; Makes a point to memorize odd, seemingly useless information (ex. far too many digits of pi, how to survive bizarre, highly unlikely situations, etc.); Weird ass sense of humor that often involves her laughing to tears over things that don't make sense in any language
fears || Being controlled or confined; Enclosed spaces; Fire
skills || Manipulation; Agile, quick on her feet; Strategic thinker; Decently proficient in healing and geokinesis
theme || Black Wave

↳ BACKGROUND

When she thinks of home, she can still feel it. In every fiber, every bone of her body, it's there. The way the sun would burn itself into her eyelids. The way the world would ripple and shake in the heat on the horizon. Her mother's words echo in her head and, sometimes, she feels like she's still there. Sometimes she blinks and she's a child again; she finds herself sitting in the small house she grew up in, the burnt soles of her bare feet in her mother's lap and her father beside her.

In their home, there is an unspoken rule: Papa knows well but Mama knows better. It is this and always this. But, still, when her father tells her to, Reina stands and runs and spars in the blistering Arizona heat with no shoes on. It's painful, of course, but she learns that it is not pointless pain. Nothing is done without a purpose in the Moreau household, and, consequentially, nothing is done without pain. She stands and aches, yes, but then her father carries her home where her mother is waiting to heal her and tell her stories.

That is where it starts.

Reina is not and has never been ashamed of what she is, and why would she be? Witches go further back in her family than she can even remember, and she has always had more than enough people around to teach her. Being a witch is what shapes her. It is as much a part of her as her own limbs. She had it drilled into her from day one. "Your difference is your strength." She carries it with her everywhere she goes. But she is not stupid, either, and she knows there is a fundamental difference between the way she can treat having an arm and the way she has to treat being a witch: one of them is enough to make the wrong person hate her.

No, it wasn't easy, and it wasn't always right. But, in her eyes, nothing worth it ever is. And every burn, every single push and shove and cut and bruise she remembers, but she is thankful for. She has to be because, as much as the pain took and took parts of her, it made her strong. (But, now that she needs the strength more than ever, she isn't sure if strong is always enough.)

But, just the same, Reina does all that she can do: she carries home with her.

- mildly to severely uncomfortable to be around bc she's always listening in on people with a near disconcerting level of attentiveness (probably filing everything away for future use tbh)
- extreme case of resting bitch face that likely makes her look more intimidating than she actually is
- but she's also just kind of generally unpleasant even w/o it
- can come across as cocky, curt with others and very against having her time wasted
- seems like the kind of person who puts logic before emotion but acts in ways that can seem impulsive, values adaptability and intuition
- won't pick a fight but will definitely push and prod to get one going. sometimes this is done with a greater goal in mind, but it's also just for the hell of it a lot of the time, too.
- enigmatic, aloof kind of persona but it's lowkey a sham bc she's the kind of girl who opens her mouth and sounds like a shitpost audio sometimes.
- tbh she means well and she cares a lot but a bitch just tryna survive
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sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴀɢᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ﹖ / sᴛᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ / ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇ


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name gabriel noel monroe.
nickname gabe, gabbie.
age
birthday october thirtieth.
zodiac scorpio.
gender cismale.
orientation bisexual.

height 6'0".
weight unknown.
eyes hazel.
hair dark brown.
tattoos none, afraid of needles.
body mods see above.



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languages spoken english, german, latin.
likes gummy worms, power, bicycles, having his hair stroked, thick jumpers, ripped jeans, the smell of wood smoke.
dislikes feeling inferior, raised voices, hot weather, public transport, manual labour, losing, being proved wrong.
mbti
moral alignment lawful neutral.
temperament melancholic.
vices jealous, proud, manipulative, reckless.
virtues analytical, meticulous, caring, generous.
quirks smirks more than he should, ties up his hair when he's thinking, makes physical contact a lot.
fears grasshoppers, needles, being forgotten.
skills manipulation, careful planning.





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bio
- raised by his grandfather.
- born a werewolf.
- grandfather wasn't exactly nice to him.
- when his grandfather eventually died he vowed never to be treated that way again.
- how is he even on the council?
- can be a little bitch but will shut up if the alpha wants him to.
- wants to prove his worth and defend his friends.



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{➸} ANDERSON VALDA .
the good samaritan

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a bruise is a lesson, and each lesson makes us better.
george r.r. martin

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height: 6'1"[185 cm]
weight: 181 lbs [82 kg]
hair: brown, wavy & soft
eyes: hazel & round

ethnicity: english
nationality: american
tattoos: none
body mods: none
birthmarks: none

face claim: sam way
voice claim: tbd
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just give me a reason
(give me a lifeline)
name anderson valda
nicknames andy is the most common
age 24
birthday november 28
zodiac sagittarius
gender cisgender male
orientation panromantic demisexual
birth place kansas city (the smaller one, in kansas)
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"not everything's easy"
they were your words not mine
languages spoken english, welsh
likes hugs, sweaters, rom-coms, chick flicks, jokes, people laughing, running, playing guitar, dogs, warm hands, sMiLEs, pretty rocks you find on aimless walks, instrumental music
dislikes wet socks, smoking, douchebags, chip bags that are like 50% air, slippery surfaces bc this clumsy fuck will break every bone in his body
mbti enfp
moral alignment neutral good
temperament sanguine
anima fluctuates from one extreme to the other
vices rash & impulsive; gullible; oblivious; short-sighted; lacks self-discipline; feels too much & feels too strongly; often lets his emotions get away with him; uncompromising & stubborn
virtues honest & candid; compassionate & altruistic; well-intentioned; earnest & enthusiastic; has a heart of gold; strong moral compass
quirks always always has loose change in his pockets; chronic rambler (especially when he's nervous oh boy); exclusively left-handed; actually a Blushing Virgin™ the slightest innuendo (if he gets it that is) will have him bLUSHING FURIOUSLY
fears letting people down when they need him, losing his humanity/human side, hurting someone he loves, really fucking terrified of drowning
skills long-distance running, hand-to-hand combat, pain tolerance 11/10
theme woah by the eden project [x]

so i'll be your reason
so you could be mine
biography

i.

his parents love him, even if the world doesn't. and by 'world' he doesn't mean the people in it, he means the huge roots of the oak tree in his backyard that trip up clumsy toddler feet, he means the rocks on the unpaved paths, unkind to the soft skin of five-year-old knees; he means the way he can never go out to play and come back inside without bleeding in two or three or seven places.

it's just a scrape, but his mom is worried, so he says:

"it's mine, but it doesn't hurt, promise," as if by promising, he can make it true.

ii.

they are overachievers, or at least his father is. the last alpha was strong, and though his father hadn't said it, anderson knows he was waiting for him to die so he could take his place. and that's not to say that mr. valda is disloyal, because he's not —

— it's just that, if he had to choose between his loyalty and his pride, he'd choose his pride, every time.

(but the alpha had passed, a while ago, and anderson's father had not won. and when it comes to betas battling to be alpha, the only way you lose is if you die.)

iii.

his parents' prejudices had become his own. he tries to grow more fair-minded, but the words rattle around in his skull — weak human flighty seelie liar vampire selfish witch — so he tries, he tries, but it's a constant uphill battle. how do you forget something that you've learned for years?

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❝ And it's just that — I mean, I'm not there yet, and I know that, but I'm trying — and it should be enough, right? That I'm trying. But the thing is it's not, it doesn't feel like enough. But I keep trying, and I just wish there were someone to tell me when I can stop. Trying, that is. It's just so hard to make it to the finish line when I don't even know where the finish line is, you know? ❞

(please tell me if i'm doing something wrong or if i was supposed to post in the ooc in advance or smth!! i'm new forgive me)
ph 1/2
anderson valda

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• well-meaning sunshine child
• sUPER ENTHUSIASTIC??!! ABOUT EVERYTHING??!? well ain't that [insert perfectly ordinary thing] just the bee's knees!! earnest w good intentions & a heart of gold
• oblivious
• gullible af how has he not died yet?? idk
• always ready to lend a helping hand or give you a shoulder to cry on
• actually incapable of saying no
• lowkey hot-headed tho like he has a short fuse and he has a strong sense of what he considers right or wrong and will fight you on it
• considers himself a pacifist but here's the thing: yeah he wants peace and he wants everyone to get along and be happy but he's also totally unwilling to let things slide/let injustices keep happening for the sake of avoiding conflict.
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{➸} VALENTINA INGRID GARCIA .
the maneater

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terrible things happen to good people everyday. consequentially, i am not one of the good people. i am one of the terrible things.
marianna paige

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height: 5'8"[173 cm]
weight: 137 lbs [62 kg]
hair: dark brown, almost black
eyes: brown

ethnicity: italian, hispanic, african-american
nationality: american
tattoos: her mother's name on the inside of her wrist, small heart-shaped tramp stamp
body mods: none
birthmarks: one on the palm of left foot

face claim: naressa valdez
voice claim: tbd
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everybody look at me (me)
i walk in the door you start screaming
name valentina ingrid garcia
nicknames most call her 'v' or 'tina' but u can call her tonight
age looks to be in her twenties, actually 116
birthday july 1
zodiac cancer
gender cisgender female
orientation biromantic bisexual
birth place houston, texas
gallery (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

when she asks for something boy she means it
even if you never ever seen it
languages spoken english, spanish, italian, swahili, a tad bit of shona
likes makeup, velvet & silk, the colors black and/or turquoise, wickedly tall heels, horror movies, thunderstorms, caffeine, good wine, caffeine, pragmatism, gloves, one night stands w no strings attached, the spotlight on her
dislikes small children, animals that shed, entitlement, migraines, argumentative people like jesus christ, sappy romantic movies/novels, feelings, clinginess
mbti estj
moral alignment chaotic neutral
temperament melancholic
anima if she's going to live forever then she may as well make nice w the one person who's not going to leave her, aka herself; so all in all she likes herself well enough
vices selfish; hypocritical; jealous & possessive; unfaithful; promiscuous; hedonistic & licentious; emotionally unavailable; ruthless; manipulative; holds a grudge like no other
virtues intelligent; assertive; capable; charming & affable; confident; pragmatic; decisive; courageous & daring; independent & self-reliant; refined & sophisticated; self-aware
quirks takes scalding hot showers, refuses to drink any beverage with ice in it, always dreams vividly, occasionally sleep-walks, stress smoker, calls everyone by a pet name (i.e. "babe", "love", "dearest", "honey", "darling", etc.)
fears insanity/losing herself to bloodlust
skills manipulating people/getting them to do what she wants, seduction, alarmingly flexible
theme maneater by nelly furtado [x]

you doing anything to keep her by your side
because she said she love you, love you long time
biography

i.
mama is a strong woman, works three jobs and still manages to have time for valentina besides. she is beautiful even with her soup-stained uniform and tired eyes, because when she laughs everything in the world is right again. valentina adores her.

father is absent in all but name. he leaves paychecks, sometimes, as if by doing so it'll make him a better dad. (it doesn't. what kind of second grader can't tell her friends what her father looks like because she hasn't seen him in so long?) mama tells her that he's just busy, and that he's trying to make more time to spend with them, that it saddens him to be apart from them, but she says it all in the same tone she uses to say "it was santa who left you those presents."

she has half a family, and really, the half she has is more than enough for her.

ii.
with age comes wisdom and when she says 'wisdom' she means 'learning how to be there for yourself when no one else is', because father is never there and mama carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. she means that she is learning how to survive in a world that doesn't want her to.

the first time is an accident, in an alleyway with a persistent sleaze of a man who won't take no for an answer. she panics and flails and pushes and somehow his head cracks open on the cement. the fear comes, of course, and then the understanding, and then the power.

the next few times are no accidents.

(she wanders deeper into dangerous neighborhoods, because what is a threat unless they will stop at nothing?)

iii.
she picks the wrong fight, once, and it is the last wrong fight she ever picks — how was she to know that the supernatural existed within walking distance? she is a warrior and can hold her own, but at the end of the day she is a girl who grew up too fast, who the world is beginning to catch up to.

she doesn't recall what happens, exactly. only that she dies, the tang of blood in her mouth, and then comes back. someone presses molten red metal (blood, she remembers thinking, and it doesn't disgust her nearly as much as it should) to her lips.

it takes a while to understand, but she may have cried (just a little) when she did.

iv.
valentina means to see her mom one last time, but it takes years (a couple of decades, really) to not taste bile at the back of her throat whenever she looks down at herself.

q: how can mama see what her little girl has become and love her still?
a: she can't.

v.
mama dies before valentina sees her one last time, and she has never regretted anything more.

vi.
"how did you become a member of the court?"

"because, dearest, i can bring an army of men to their knees without ever reaching for a weapon."
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❝ Babe. Babe. I tried to warn you, truly I did. Don't you remember? When I told you to be careful at night, because who knows what's lurking in the dark? You laughed, thought I was talking about sleazes in alleyways or people with more heroine in their veins than blood (said you could handle them, don't worry). But honey, no, I was talking about me. I gave you a chance to run, and you didn't take it.

Now hold still. It will only hurt for a second. ❞




ph 2/2
valentina ingrid garcia

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• mANeaTeR make you work hard make you spend hard make you want all of her love
• femme fatale to the max
• silver tongue, can flatter you till you melt and make you feel like you're on top of the world OR destroy you w her words and tear your self-esteem to shreds so i don't recommend you cross her
• the Pettiest™
• holds grudges like no other, she'll pretend she's forgiven you but in reality she never forgives and never forgets and is just biding her time until she can strike
• carries herself like a queen
• has an extreme "eat or be eaten" mentality and is extremely distrustful and wary of like everyone, good luck getting her guard down
• she doesn't have friends she has allies
• one night staaaands fuck em love em leave em
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name: arturo st. james.
nickname: um idk.
age: twenty-one.
birthday: november 30th.
zodiac: sagittarius.
gender: cis male [he/him].
orientation: panromantic pansexual.
birth place: dublin, ireland.
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fc: rob evans.
height: 6'4" [193 cm].
weight: 202 lbs [92 kg].
eye color: brown.
hair color: brown.
ethnicity: african-american, irish.
nationality: irish.
tattoos: a compass rose on his right bicep, a cross on his left wrist.
body mods: n/a.
birthmarks: n/a.
vc: rob evans.
languages spoken: english.
likes: the gym, jokes and puns, making people laugh, mac and cheese, playing with people's hair, takeout food, tank tops, comedies.
dislikes: wet socks, smoking, being alone, the cold, horror movies, rough textures, pessimism, airplanes, road trips.
mbti: esfp-a.
moral alignment: chaotic good.
temperament: sanguine.
anima: 90% of the time thinks he's all that and a bag of chips but 10% of the time covers up crushing existential despair with exaggerated humor so idk.
vices: moody, unpredictable, arrogant, stubborn, fickle, impulsive, aggressive, emotional, talkative, procrastinating.
virtues: adventurous, loyal, protective, easygoing, gregarious, optimistic, cooperative, humorous, independent, compassionate.
quirks: runs his fingers along the the cross tattoo on his wrist when agitated, rubs the compass rose on his bicep when in deep in thought, bites his lip when he's lying.
fears: drowning, being forgotten.
skills: hand-to-hand combat, getting people to trust him, acting.
theme:
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witch; eccentric; alone; goofball; self-loathing
fc/vc: alexander arnold​
 

cyrus

name-
cyrus rowena castillo


nickname-
cy


age-
164


birthday-
December 15th


zodiac-
cancer


gender-
cisfemale


orientation-
confused


birth place-
juarez city, mexico




height-
5’2


weight-
112 lbs.


eyes-
dark brown


hair-
black curls

ethnicity-
african american/mexican


nationality-
mexican american

tattoos-
both hands
left arm


body mods-
two nose piercings on the left nostril


birthmarks-
freckles, small splotch on her left hip


voice claim-
Salma Hayek









languages spoken-
spanish, english, french, italian, arabic


likes-
velvet, jazz, autumn, traveling, voodoo, concerts, mud, soul food, feminism, book shops




dislikes-
chocolate cake, new-age spells, beer, missionaries, crying,


mbti-
ISFJ-T

moral alignment-
true neutral


temperament-
phlegmatic




anima-
in general, cyrus thinks she’s a generally okay person. there’s nothing important, special or unique about her but there’s especially horrific either. she has a habit of picking out the best characteristics of others and applying them to herself leading her to have a low self esteem


vices-
jealous, gluttonous, picky, passive aggressive


virtues-
trustworthy, modest, aware, loyal


quirks-
~gets annoyed by spare change
~eats the ice from drinks
~tapping her nails over any surface
~smiles with her lips closed


fears-
~fires
~losing her soul
~being forced to betray her friends


skills-
~singing
~braiding hair
~pickpocketing
~bargaining




theme-
"when i look outside my window, i can get no peace of mind”





biography:


TW-RAPE, RACISM,HANGING


-Mom was born in Texas in 1853
-aka fucking slavery times
-She was dark skinned so she spent all her time outside in the fields
-She was also a witch woman so the overseer, master and some of the other slaves were scared of her
-The slave master’s wife’s brother was an abolitionist
-They started “talking”
-She convinced him she was pregnant and if they baby was born here and they found out it was half white, they’d sell it
-He couldn’t get her up North…but he could get her across the border
-Cy’s mother ended up in a shitty border town called Juarez City
-It was incredibly dangerous but at least she was free
-There was a huge drug trade running through Juarez City
-The hut she squatted in was actually a halfway house for pounds of coke for Rafael Castillo, a local drug lord
-So imagine is surprise when he comes to collect them and finds some starving negro woman
-At first he tries to shoot her but all the bullets somehow miss
-Rafael realizes she’s practicing brujería-or witchcraft-
-Being a superstitious man, he decided that leaving a bruja here and in these conditions would bring bad luck upon him.
-Rafael decides to bring Cyrus’s mother into his home and protect her in order for her spiritual assistance
-She refused to tell him her name in case he slips up and alerts the slave owners where she is
-Rafael names her Elena, after his mother
-In order to keep up appearances, he takes Elena as his wife and they get married in a private ceremony where she is officially named Elena Valentina Castillo
-They faced discrimination from some of his family and strangers but the majority of people Rafael knew supported his wife
-After a mere two months, Elena revealed she was pregnant with Rafael's child
-Even though the two hadn’t got the point where they loved each other like a couple, Rafael was still happy that Elena was pregnant and there would be a bruja in his bloodline
-Cyrus’s birth was smooth and uncomplicated and afterwards, a huge party was thrown
-By the time she was two, Cy showed signs of being a bruja
-Her bottles seemed to fill themselves, grass withered under her feet when she walked and she never was afflicted by the coughs and colds that plagued the other children
-Her mother fostered these talents, teaching her small tricks and spells
-When Cyrus was 7, the slave trackers came to her house, asking for a negro witch woman by the name of Camilla
-Elena quickly hid Cyrus in a cabinet and instructed her not to make a sound
-Rafael told the tracker’s that although his wife was a negro, she was freed and her name was Elena
-The minute after he said her name, one of the tracker’s shot Rafael in the head
-Someone in Rafael's operation betrayed him, letting Elena’s name and location slip in exchange for money
-They ransacked the house, pocketing all the gold and money they could find
-The trackers found Elena and even though she managed to kill two of them, they subdued her by sawing off her hands and feet
-All of this in front of Cyrus, still hiding in the cabinet
-One of the men produce a rough noose and slips it around Elena’s neck, yanking it tight
-Tying the end of the noose to a hook in the wall, they wasted no time in throwing her over the ledge of the stairs
-Cyrus watched her mother suffocate slowly, blood dripping from her missing limbs, without making a sound
-One man untied Elena and Cyrus wanted to rush out thank him..but then he crawled on top of her body and started-Cyrus looked away and gagged
-They all left soon after and Cyrus bust out of the cabinet and ran to her mother’s defiled body, screaming and calling for her father
-A second after that, the fire started
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-Everything was burned, everything was gone
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-Cyrus eventually came across a coven of witches who, upon discovering she was one of them, adopted her
-They traveled around the world, learning about types of witchcraft and spells
-By the 1960’s, Cyrus returned to Mexico and lived in the capital
-One of the people in the coven was on the court and at seeing Cyrus’s skillfulness and loyalty, offered her a position on the court
-She’s been part of the witch court since 1988
-She respects other courts though some make her wary
-She hates war and finds the thought of battle stressful





 

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MALIK ABRAHAM AUGUSTIN

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01

BASICS


name-
Malik Abraham Augustin


nickname-
try him


age-
52


birthday-
september 15th


zodiac-
virgo


gender-
cismale


orientation-
homosexual


birth place-
riyadh, saudi arabia






02

APPEARANCE


height-
5’6 (he tells people he’s 5’8 tho)


weight-
135 lbs


eyes-
dark brown


hair-
bleach blond


ethnicity-
arabic/german


nationality-
Saudi Arabian-American


tattoos-
malik has many but x, y and z are his favorite

body mods-
nose, tongue and lip ring


birthmarks-
several dots and moles on his face and neck


voice claim-
Cameron Boyce





03

BACKGROUND


languages spoken-
arabic, german, italian, french, swedish


likes-
cold weather, red meat, fishnets, knee socks, thunderstorms, chocolate, art museums, piercings


dislikes-
sprinkles, crying, neon, bland clothes, being ignored, weed


mbti-
ENFP-T


moral alignment-
chaotic neutral


temperament-
sanguine


anima-
“i’m an anxiety prone loser. a hot anxiety prone loser tho”


vices-
-defensive
-easily upset
- needy
-jumps to conclusions


virtues-
-loves sharing,
-gentle asf
-empathetic
-can find the humor in anything,


quirks-
-only paints his nails gray, white or black
-runs his hands through his hair whenever he’s stressed
-scrunching his face up when he’s trying not to cry
-stutters around arion
-chainsmokes whenever he need to concentrate


fears-
-the idea of the ocean
-losing arion
-reliving his worst memories




skills-
-picking up on body language
-the piano
-quickly learning languages and mimicking accents





04

EXTRAS

bio



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――height ― six feet, one inch ; one-hundred and eighty-five cm ; broad shoulders ; stocky build
――weight ― one-hundred and sixty-eight lbs ; seventy-six kg
――eyes ― sterling grey ; appear greener, with flecks of brown, in direct light ; thin, almond shaped ; corners crinkle when he smiles
――hair ― off-black ; dark, mocha brown ; trimmed sides
――ethnicity ― caucasian
――nationality ― english
――tattoos ― n/a ; he thinks they're pretty neat, though
――body mods ― n/a
――birthmarks ― n/a
――voice claim ― henry cavill ♡ cause he can be your superman
――face claim ― tommy hackett




☆​
――there is a ghost, deep in my throat
―――shoving it down, speak and you choke.

darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
――the subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone.


basics
――name ― spencer j. murphy
――nickname ― spence ; murphy
――age ― twenty-two
――birthday ― january sixth
――zodiac ― capricorn
――gender ― cisgender male
――orientation ― demiromantic omnisexual
――birth place ― berkshire, england, uk




history
―――――. . . shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
―――emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms . . .

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spencer and his tragic luck (or lack there of) in life & love ; a short and tragic playlist

ch. i ― an ordinary life
tw; abuse​
―a ‘normal’ life . . . a fluid idea.
―some meager souls covet it ― the bulk dread the steady idea of uniformity.

―berkshire, england is, of course, a non-metropolitan home county. the ceremonial title did provide the area with a slight form of eminence, but aside from that, it was a normal place to be born and raised. the colossal, embellished homes were simply an austere perk. spencer murphy had a typical upbringing, all things considered.

―a polished family.

―there was nothing special about spencer, aside from his lineage. his family descends from the original court ― ergo his place on the court to date. he was bred for it. an extensive set of methods and a medley of weapons were thrust into his graceless hands. he was trained alongside his brother until the weight of a dagger was as comfortable as a cell phone in his palm.

―for such an extraordinary revelation about the world and the phenomenal existence he was tossed in by chance, spencer is an unbelievably simple person.

―darla and kendall murphy loved their children ― they loved having children. logan was the first, then two years later came spencer. three years passed before they had their first girl, felicity. again, a ‘polished’ family. close with one another in a way that most families longed for. nothing could ever break them.

―or so they thought.

―spencer had never seen his mother so . . . shaken. screaming, crying, throwing whatever was closest to her. she’d lost her baby. she was distraught and in such agonizing pain. but no one expected her to lose it completely. darla murphy was a strong women; but this? this was something that couldn’t be swept under the rug.

―she took felicity and disappeared for awhile. spencer had never been so scared. wondering where they were; what she was thinking. when she came back, they pretended nothing happened. felicity was too young to understand any of it. then the fights began. she would pick on everyone for every little thing; especially spencer. no one did anything. not even when they heard the first few slaps echoing across the house. not even when they started finding scratches on him, covered by bandages.

―he was fine with it. she needed to vent. he felt like he was helping her. eventually, spencer replaced his mother on the court at age eighteen, and has been a member ever since. he’s completely enamoured with it all. despite the history, spence has no upstanding ill-will toward any of the courts. not even the seelies. he respects the leaders, generally. even if he dislikes some aspects of them, he would never voice it unless it was detrimental.

ch. ii ― a girl
tw; suicide & self-loathing​
――p e r f e c t
[ i found a girl beautiful and sweet
――i never knew you were the someone waiting for me
――we were just kids when we fell in love ]


―‘you’re not boring, spencer.’ she laughed, and he fell in love with the sound. ‘you’re sweet. that doesn’t make you dull.’

―spencer smiled warmly at her. eeliah penhallows, a girl he’d known since the start of secondary school. she caused him so much grief, with her knotty curls and muddy sunday dress. always hunting for a reckless escapade to add to her long list of curiosities.

―‘thanks, eeliah.’

―‘call me eel,’ she interjected. then, a toothy grin broke across her face. ‘spencer and eel. sounds good together, don’t you think?’

――[ not knowing what it was
――i will not give you up this time
――darling, just kiss me slow ]


―eeliah loved flowers. so he got them for her every other day. little did he know, it was the small gestures that made her fall harder and harder for him.

―‘i’m in a real pickle, spence.’ she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. ‘i like you a little too much.’

―‘oh, well ― uh ― aha, i like you too?’

―‘no, stupid,’ she whispered. ‘i love you.’

―then she kissed him.

―little did she know, he’d fallen long ago.

――[ baby, i’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
――barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song ]


―‘you’re terrible,’ she laughed. he fell for the sound all over again.

―‘i’m sorry ― i’ve never danced before,’ he lowered his head. ‘and i’m generally bad at doing anything that requires grace.’

―‘please.’ eeliah gently guided his arms around her waist before wrapping hers around his neck, lightly running her fingers through his hair. ‘you can dance like an absolute idiot, if you want. just keep dancing with me.’

―and that night, they stayed in one another’s arms for hours, swaying back and forth. whispering to one another is hushed, sweet voices.

――[ when you said you looked a mess, i whispered underneath my breath
――but you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight ]


―eeliah hated her body. she hated herself. he saw the way she looked at her reflection. he thought she was absolutely perfect; he didn’t understand it.

―‘i’m disgusting,’ she sobbed. ‘i’m horrible. you shouldn’t be with me. i’m ugly. i’m broken.’

―‘eeliah penhallows,’ he held her hands in his, ‘you’re beautiful.’

―she looked at him, and she smiled. he failed to see the disbelief. he failed to see the darkness that lingered. he failed her.

―‘i’m going to protect you.’ that was the promise he had made her. and he could. he could keep her safe from the world he knew.

―but he couldn’t protect eeliah from herself.

――[ darling, just hold my hand
――be my girl, i’ll be your man
――i see my future in your eyes ]


―the small box was heavy in his pocket. he’d planned and planned, but finally settled on taking her back to the field they’d stumbled upon by chance. where she kissed him. where they danced.

―‘eeliah?’

―silence.

―‘eeliah, are you ready?’

―he approached the bathroom door but heard nothing. worry consumed him, of course.

―‘eeliah,’ he knocked. ‘eeliah, i’m coming in.’

―and there lay the girl he met in secondary school. the girl who told him he was special. the girl that took his first kiss. the girl he loved and dedicated his entire soul to.

―he never thought she would kill herself. it never crossed his mind. it didn’t seem real.

――[ baby . . . i’m dancing in the dark . . .
――barefoot on the grass . . . listening to our favorite song . . . ]


―he wanted a second chance. just one more shot to get it right.

―he would listen. he would stop it.

――[ when you said you looked a mess . . . i didn’t listen, i didn’t notice, i should have noticed
――i realized it too late . . . let me try again ]


―but humans don’t get second chances.

――[ “i’m sorry, spencer.”
――“g o o d b y e.” ]


ch. iii ― dirty & clean ; the aftermath
―it’s been nearly a month since eeliah penhallows ended her own life. her family and friends were both shocked and devastated. she had seemed so happy. spencer was the only one she had shown her vulnerable side to ― and he should have taken more precautions.

―spencer kept the ring. one might argue that he should get his money back ― for it was a rather hefty sum ― but he kept the jewel with him.

―due to the sudden and tragic loss, he hasn’t been around lately. he has a duty to the courts, he knows that, but this was something that broke him completely. excuse him whilst he mourns his girlfriend, please and thank you.

―he’s done a lot more research on how to read people and what they’re feeling, who they are. he could probably tell you what kind of person you are just based on your shoe style, at this point. because to him, even the slightest raise of an eyebrow can symbolize alarm bells.

―a/n; definitely wasn’t planning on his history being so dark but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯



beneath the surface
――languages spoken ― english ; dutch
――likes ― eloquent, intelligent, compelling people ; novels ; constellations & astronomy ; prophecies ; the concept of fate ; wasting time ; listening to other people's stories and troubles, so that maybe he can help, even in the smallest way
――dislikes ― being taken advantage of ; unnecessary violence ; knowing he could have helped someone, and them getting hurt in some miscellaneous way because he didn't ; reckless behavior ; knowing someone hates themselves ― whether it be a physical distaste or a more personality driven dislike
――mbti ― isfp
――moral alignment ― lawful good
――temperament ― phlegmatic
――anima ― spencer thinks he's duller than a slice of whole wheat bread.
――virtues ― punctual ; sincere ; tactful ; dependable ; cooperative ; discernment
――vices ― conserved ; dull ; stringent ; clumsy ; hesitant ; submissive
――quirks ― his go to conversation starter almost always has to do with lore or the universe ; lowkey prompts people to talk to him about things, for purely altruistic reasons, because the last time he didn't listen he lost someone very important ; laughs nervously when he's uncomfortable, and it's so geeky it's contagious ; smiles out of habit
――fears ― his mother leaving (for the second time) ; losing loved ones ; losing a child (he's seen first hand what that can do to someone) ; failing someone who depends on him ; falling in love again
――skills ― hand-to-hand combat ; karate ; taekwondo ; jui jitsu ; brainiac ; reading people ― a mini sherlock holmes ; personable, he's like a walking diary that you can poor your heart into, and he won't tell anyone ; always knows what to say in any situation
――theme ― you are the moon ; the hush sound ☾



 
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