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Pandoraโ€™s Box


applications


























application info.









[please feel free to add more than this!]
full name:

nickname: [optional]

age: [22-26]

codename: [this is your role!]

gender:

sexuality:

species: [human or one of the types listed in the lore thread]

faceclaim: [optional; realistic only]

synopsis: [the basic gist of your character]

visage: [a paragraph or a list (ex. height, build, etc.]

personality: [fairly free-form; can be brief, bullet points, etc.]

headcanons: [15+]

fears:

vices: [5+]

virtues: [5+]

weaknesses:

strengths:

history:



































roles.






















fang.






open.








โ‚ the de-facto leader
โ‚ fiery, though a bit awkward
โ‚ technophobe, ironically
โ‚ prefers practicality over anything
โ‚ the one who got them all into bounty hunting
โ‚ [optional] may or may not be a vampireโ€ฆ but not immortal though. see the lore thread!





















darcy.






taken.








โ‚ the tech-geek, providing information and easy-to-use tech (even Fang canโ€™t fuck it up)
โ‚ theyโ€™re giving mad-scientist vibes
โ‚ ambitious, goal-minded, but oftentimes guilty of adding a bit of unnecessary spice and pizazz
โ‚ admittedly the mediator between Harley and Fang
โ‚ just as smart as Verona, but never got tested because of institutionalized classism
โ‚ [optional] able to go to university after participating in a Wolfsbane Virus research project, resulting in full-tuition. see the lore thread!





















harley






open.










โ‚ the best as espionage out of them all
โ‚ could easily be an actor/ess
โ‚ bubbly, charismatic, suave
โ‚ a parental figure but in the way a cool aunt would be
โ‚ could easily have an illegal past, prior to being a bounty hunter
โ‚ [optional] comes from a line of Glamours, a subsection of witches who can alter their appearance. see the lore thread!





















ramiel.






taken.










โ‚ mama i'm in love with a criminal // mama! we all go to hell!
โ‚ quiet, sullen, and not very nice
โ‚ used to be a very kind-hearted person, the type of person to brighten your day with a compliment
โ‚ dishes out the meanest insults and doesnโ€™t know how to take it
โ‚ obsessive about Pandoraโ€™s Box
โ‚ plays off the mysterious loner archetype to reel people in





















verona






taken.










โ‚ theyโ€™re giving slight serial killer vibes in that off-putting charisma way, except theyโ€™re extremely nerdy.
โ‚ doesnโ€™t seem like the type who could win in a fist-fight, but would beat you in a battle of wits
โ‚ perceptive, can outsmart almost anyone
โ‚ excellent teacher, isnโ€™t a jackass abt it. taught the other two how to code and hack.
โ‚ overprotective of Ramiel, almost to the point of obsession, but they try not to be blatant abt it
โ‚ [optional] could easily be a half-Nimm. see the lore thread!





















themis






open.










โ‚ before Ramiel changed, Themis was their best friend. Their other half.
โ‚ known now as the most friendly of them all, along with being extremely competitive
โ‚ can be ruthless to others outside of the trio, but always covers it up with a smile
โ‚ less into the project than the other two
โ‚ probably famous or highly regarded either socially, academically, etc. Huge reason as to why no one really suspects the trio
โ‚ [optional] could potentially be an Oracle, able to gather insight via manners of scrying, tarot, etc. see the lore thread!



































guidelines.












1. the due date for applications will be in one week, on May 30th. extensions can be given, though.

2. roles are not on a first-come, first-serve basis. therefore, feel free to apply for whatever role youโ€™d like !

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harley

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full name


artemisia meiqi zhou.









nicknames


ari or misia. ( hates them both ). her parents refer to her by her chinese name, meiqi. the only other exception would be harls, a nickname of her code name.









age


twenty-three.









date of birth


january tenth.









zodiac


capricorn sun, scorpio moon, and aries rising.









gender


cisfemale. ( feminine pronouns ). this is prone to change, however, whenever she glamours as a completely different person.









orientation


pansexual panromantic.









species


witch. ( glamour ).
















































  • hair

    typically has dark brown hair that falls to her lower abdomen. she prefers to keep her hair down and styled in loose waves, but will occasionally pick it up and tie it into a ponytail. a few strands of her hair that are cut shorter than the rest are dyed a platinum blonde, and they delicately frame her face. when she wakes up in the morning, it closely resembles a bird's nest, and it takes her several minutes to brush out the disheveled locks.









    eyes

    artemisia's eyes are a warm shade of brown, and in certain lighting, her irises appear russet or chestnut. there is always a mischievous glint in her gaze, as if she knows something you don't. her upturned eyes are framed by long, thick lashes that she puts vaseline on every once in a while to maintain their growth and fullness.

    in rare occasions where she freely practices her glamour abilities, particularly in the company of the other bounty hunters, she'll let her eye color change depending on her mood. it's weirded them out more than once.









    height

    she is a little on the taller side, standing at 5'8" ft and around 173 cm. however, she has an affinity for platform boots or high heels, which elevate her height by a few inches.









    weight

    sits at a healthy weight of 125 lbs / 56 kg, given her height. though artemisia was blessed with a rather quick metabolism, she prefers to stay on the healthier side by maintaining a vegetarian diet and exercising every morning with a light jog.









    build

    a svelte frame and toned with gentle curves and lean muscle from years of physically laborious jobs when she was growing up in devil's kettle.









    complexion

    she has a naturally lightly tanned skin tone that she inherited from genetics, and doesn't typically worry about sunburns with her vigorous early morning skincare routine. though she covers these with a glamour, her skin is littered with remnants from a childhood of recklessness, such as a faded scar on her elbow after falling from a tree she climbed or a small area of skin on her left thigh where hair doesn't grow, after sustaining a serious cigarette burn.









    bodily modifications

    received standard ear piercings when she was a year old, but doesn't have any additional piercings. on her left upper arm, just below her shoulder, is a tattoo of a woman, her eyes covered by a black strip of ink and a red 'x' covering the mouth. she had this tattoo done when the bounty hunters received their first large sum of money after completing a job. as it's easily distinguishable, she does her best to hide it with a glamour when necessary.










    faceclaim

    ngc1961 on instagram.

















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    xander
    full name
    Xander Eugene Lloyd
    age
    Twenty-Four
    gender & pronouns
    Male, He/Him
    sexuality
    Bisexual
    date of birth
    June 15th
    place of birth
    Antoinetta
    Xander Lloyd โ€” Themis
    occupation.
    Concert Pianist

    species.
    Oracle


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themis.




the forsaken accursรฉd.



illya chevalier

Well don't talk about it
Write it down but don't ask for help
I can't be honest with even myself
Did you ever wish you were somebody else?​




the basics.

name
illya reiner chevalier
nickname
n/a
date of birth
august 14th
age
twenty-four
name
themis
gender
male
species
the accursรฉd
sexuality
bisexual




the visage.

height
six foot two
weight
173 lbs
hair
dark, overturned black curls. he usually keeps it short on the sides and long on top but sometimes will let it grow long
eyes
caramel brown
features
sunken, sleepless eyes, a pair of dimples that appear if he really smiles, a beard that grows too fast for his likely, his ears are pierced
body type
mesomorph build with broad shoulders and long legs
face claim
avan jogia








the beginning of the end.






the personality.

Illya is a comet, hurdling through the vast open stars, with no destination in sight. He's cheerful and one to always bring a smile to everyone's faces. His heart is light, unburdened by the toxins of a cruel world. While he tries to see the value within every person he meets, it isn't always successful. He can be rash, untamed, and bitter upon meeting anyone he might not know. Seemingly a closed off book to anyone who may not be the closest person to him but if he trusts you, he's far more annoying. An idiot, dumb with his money and dumber with his emotions. Would seemingly ask the stupidest questions while solving the world's hardest riddle. He's an entire mess. One to complain about the sun while getting a tan. Yet, he's as charming as they come.


the virtues.

Perspective

Illya considers everything from every perspective. Loves hearing those closest to him give advice or critique something he is working on. Openly considers every argument, rebuttal, and possible outcome before deciding something major first.

Loyal

Illya may seem a little far fetched or standoffish but beneath that is a man who is more loyal to those around him than a dog would be to a master. He's as protective as they come and not one to betray someone's kindness given to him. Or in just in general.

Justice

Even with his cold shoulder, Illya is one to be very agreeable. He sees both sides of the slippery coin. Is fair and just while being reasonable and on point.

Courageous

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Forgiveness

Illya tries his hardest to hold grudges but it never works. With his sunny attitude towards his friends, he tends to be more lenient and forgiving than most. If he were to ever hold a grudge, I'm sure it would take someone literally murdering his best friend before he could genuienly be upset enough to never want to speak to you again.


the vices

Jealousy

He might be the most patient person in the world but he is also one to be very jealous. Jealous of others having more friends, more money, better social abilities, you name it. It may seem like it doesn't bother him but deep down, he's hurt and unable to express his feelings with words.

Prideful

Pride is something Illya takes seriously. If he doesn't have faith in himself, how can he have faith in those around him? He tires his best not to be the worlds biggest jerk about it but that doesn't stop him from pulling out a power point and proving why he's so great, on a few occasions. You also will never see him openly admit he was wrong but that's just because he's a child.

Haste

Illya is one granted with enough patience to sit in a room full of screaming children, all needing to use the bathroom, but something about the urgency of a deadline always get's his heart racing. Knowing that if he only has three days to do something, he focuses on nothing BUT that task. Forgets to eat or sleep half the time.

Stubborn

Most would call Illya stubborn as a mule. Never one to ask for help, even while he reaches out to help everyone else. He makes up his mind quick and when he does, it's like trying to talk to a brick wall. Once he is set on doing something there is no changing his path.

Ruthless

From the outside of the group, Illya is merciless fool. He is kind to his friends but strangers are an unwelcoming sight. Strangers bring about change and he never likes change.

likes.

โ€ข coffee โ€ข blood wine โ€ข long, fancy coats โ€ข diamonds โ€ข being inside โ€ข night rides โ€ข partying โ€ข scrapbooking โ€ข spas โ€ข exploring historical buildings โ€ข haunted mansions โ€ข ballroom dancing โ€ข sunsets โ€ข sculpting โ€ข pretty dinnerware sets โ€ข hair dying โ€ข thunderstorms โ€ข spicy food โ€ข bouquets โ€ข learning languages โ€ข origami โ€ข antique weapons โ€ข jewelry

dislikes.

โ€ข styrofoam โ€ข overpowering perfumes โ€ข being sober โ€ข super large crowds โ€ข getting lost โ€ข not understanding a problem โ€ข sour foods โ€ข early mornings โ€ข bugs. just. all bugs. โ€ข wet socks โ€ข sweating โ€ข lukewarm tea โ€ข mushrooms

strengths.

โ€ข seeing glimpses of the future โ€ข super strength โ€ข heightened speed and agility โ€ข insane hearing โ€ข charming his way out of things โ€ข swordplay โ€ข tarot reading

weaknesses.

โ€ข the sun (it's more like an irritation) โ€ข seeing only pieces of the future โ€ข quick to anger โ€ข paranoia โ€ข sarcastic โ€ข long distance fighting โ€ข the deep sea




history.

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the synopsis.

The master of the future. The one who deals the cards of fate to unsuspecting victims or desiring subjects. Illya is a dream within a dream. A man shrouded in mystery, all with a smile. A kind heart and a great listener. Someone who can easily be relied on. Although outside of the friend group, most just see him as an alcoholic and a bastard.


headcanons.

โ€ข wakes up at like 5 pm every day
โ€ข cannot stand to wake up early
โ€ข wears sunglasses literally all the time
โ€ข acts like an old man sometimes
โ€ข forgive him, he's a little dumb
โ€ข a himbo
โ€ข would take a bullet for anyone
โ€ข give him a hug and he will cry
โ€ข tender boi
โ€ข is absouletly STUPID with his money
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  • wake me when it's no longer noon, and it's an appropriate time to light up and drink. ugh!












    appearance











    height

    5'2''






    build

    lithe but bony






    hair c.

    ranging between bleached blonde, blue-tipped, red, and orange






    eye c.

    heterochromatic w/ one blue and one brown.












    details.

    An object scorned. Stacks upon stacks of mutilations, and flesh seething. Short and stout, Twin used to flutter with strict-cut bangs and natural black hair. A respectable young woman, all the way up until they were seventeen. Of course, when he first returned, the only real differences were their eyes, the seedy look in them, and the hunch to her shoulders. The years have added up, with a collection of more comfortable clothes making up his wardrobe, with more extreme additions to their physique. A body attempting to express itself in a multitude of fashions, some by choice and others by force. A creature constantly negotiating with itself.






    body mods

    a septum piercing with two nostril piercings connected by an ornate chain, gauges, a brand on their ribs with their test number, a similar tattoo on an ear with part of the corner missing, faint scar marks around her eyes and [TW: self-harm marks] on her arms. other scars unseen too, especially the ones across her back, vertical and parallel. they ache from time to time, and occasionally more surgeries are required for their damaged spine. a small scar lines their jaw, a clean cut from long ago.






    distinguishing features

    Beyond the porous scars on his back, their eyes are also fetching, with one side revealing an icy, almost white eye. Milky, with the pupil blending into the iris. The other holds an ever-blown out pupil shelled by an almost-black chocolate exterior, highlighted with flecks of gold.






    style.

    here






    aesthetic

    here






    faceclaim

    kitty chicha amatayakul
















































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OBERON H. MERCURALIS
















#HARLEY














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OBERON โ€” HARLEY

full name: oberon hellebore mercuralis
nickname:
codename: harley

age: 25 years old
gender: non-binary; they/them + he/him
sexuality: bisexual, heavy male lean
species: glamour or shifter



VISTAGE:
hair: short, straggly black hair. it often looks like their hair is constantly wet but thatโ€™s just how it normally looks, probably from the type of hair product that they use.
eyes: dark brown, almost black. often seen as cold bricks of coal, but they are also filled with an indescribable sadness.
height: 6โ€™5
weight: slightly underweight
build: lean and with some muscle definition, but they arenโ€™t the largest person out there.
skin: a light caramel brown, their skin easily gets darker in the sunlight no matter how long they stand in it.
body mods: several ear piercings, all of which are silver. has a few piercings that you donโ€™t see; belly button, nipples and one down below.
Distinguishing features: missing one eye, puts a round orb of gold or silver where an eye should be. large, disfiguring scar that runs down the center of their chest all the way down their belly
faceclaim: young Pedro pascal

personality:
โ€” scruffy, feral street dog that if you gain itโ€™s trust will bring you food and scare away other dogs
โ€” he is the product of his environment, which only created a monster in the form of a depressed jackass
โ€” crass, blunt and relentless oberon isnโ€™t for everyone and he prefers it that way
โ€” incredibly loyal to the team, will go to hell and back for them.
โ€” caring, in their own way. bubbly? in their own way, definitely needs to learn to shut up sometimes
โ€” passionate in everything that they do, puts 110% into everything and anything they are involved in. has become a little bit of a perfectionist unfortunately
โ€” tends to have issues with letting other people get involved with things they are heavily devoted too, wanting to have full control over their project.
โ€” a terrifying person, when someone makes them angry itโ€™s like they turn into a beast
โ€” commitment issues
โ€” they bottle up all of their emotions before they explode, releasing everything all at once and starting all over again.
โ€” easily irritated, can and will snap at the smallest things
โ€” isnโ€™t very affectionate as they do not know how to show it, so will do odd things for you in order to show they care.
โ€” doesnโ€™t show it, but is extremely lonely and sometimes wishes that he has more loyal friends but never expresses that.
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vices: [5+]
virtues: [5+]
synopsis: a cynical man who would burn this whole world to the ground for his people. to outsiders, oberon is a force to be messed with; someone who holds no regrets in the slaughter of sheep, yet his team has the pleasure of seeing the best of who he can be.. given the circumstances.

headcanons: [15+]
โ€” used to smoke cigarettes, but has stopped... but is currently craving them once again
โ€” a parental figure for sure, though not in the respoinsble sort of way. def kinda like a crazy uncle or something along those lines
โ€” likes wearing silver, grey, black and sometimes the occasional warm colors like yellow or gold
โ€” TW for ED recovering from ARFID, otherwise known as Avoidant-restrictive food intake disorder. for him he would restrict certain colors of food, as growing up their dad gave them spoiled food as a โ€˜rewardโ€™ sometimes
โ€” so any food that was given to them that he could tell the color of, his brain now makes him think itโ€™s spoiled and cannot eat it. doesnโ€™t matter the food, if itโ€™s a certain color he wonโ€™t touch it.
โ€” as of right now, can only eat blue and yellow foods
โ€” as a lisp, sounds kinda like a snake in that regard
โ€” physical touch scares them, very uncomfortable (unless they need to punch someone in the face, thatโ€™s the only time that fear is pushed in the back of their mind)
โ€” has a limp, result of losing their leg in a freak accident. more noticeable if they ask for long periods of time, has a prothetic.
โ€” learned how to use plants and flowers to heal at a young age
โ€” pescatarian
โ€” if he had to be honest, he hated having to grow up so soon; but he wouldnโ€™t say he regretted it either
โ€” definitely has a streak of powerful authority; got it from their step dad
โ€” itโ€™s not as cruel as their stepdad but it definitely strike fear
โ€” has an alter ego who he calls "Petunia" or "Soren" who he will change into whenever needed
โ€” beat the living life out of their step father, ran away from home after that
โ€” missing one eyes

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Verona.






























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FULL NAME




Ellis Augustine Celestin.














NICKNAME(S)




El, Ellie, V.














AGE




Twenty-four.













D.O.B.




January 14th.













GENDER




Male; he/him.














SEXUALITY




Bisexual.














species




Half-Nimm.














code name




Verona.


























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ppearance.




















hair




Pale blonde hair that reflects in the sunlight. It frames his face in loose waves, and he prefers to keep it low-maintenanceโ€”pushed out of his face, not caring for it much besides a light trim and a quick brush through when it gets unruly.














eyes




Deep, almost exceptionally blue eyes. They almost always indicate a good nightโ€™s sleep rather than the contrary.














skin




A pale complexion, he has few blemishes and even less scarring considering the time he spends and has spent outdoors during his childhood.












height




5โ€™8โ€.













body/build




Lean, defined muscle yet a slight frame.












dist. features




Several ear piercings adorned with various thick and dangly silver jewelry. Though unseen, he has large, translucent insect-like wings attached to the shoulder blades, which are typically hidden under layers of clothing.












face claim




Toby Regbo.
























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ersonality.




















summary.





studious, charismatic, practical, observant, ambitious, outspoken, sarcastic, casual, friendly, cautious, awkward, protective, creative, leading, perceptive, often welcoming, comes off as unsettling, humoring, forgiving, caring, dedicated, helpful, eccentric, quietly anxious, compassionate, well-meaning, can be condescending.














synopsis




Known for his wits and natural charisma, Ellis not only earns the charm of his contenders, but outsmarts them, too. While his trickery is impressive, his laughter has never been more genuine around a friend.












positive traits




quick-witted, loyal, confident, patient, reliable, passionate.














negative traits




conceited, strong-willed, disingenuous, facetious, stubborn, obsessive.












headcanons





- unbeatable in a game of chess
- laughs at dumb jokes
- too kind for his own good
- likes to decorate rooms with greenery
- uses pixie dust to fix a broken mug or a tear in fabric
- a decent still-life painter
- spends way too long deciding what to wear
- always super overdressed
- could ramble endlessly about his interests
- rarely expresses a negative emotion to anyone but his close friends
- that + passive aggressiveness is what makes him come off as unsettling
- the life of the party
- dependent on coffee in the mornings
- also loves wine & the smell of wine
- collects strange and/or intricate jewelry
- sometimes gives away the jewelry as gifts
- had no idea he was half-nimm until his teens
- canโ€™t fly since his wings were damaged, though admittedly heโ€™s tried
- hates the wings at this point, theyโ€™re more of an inconvenience than anything
- modest about his smarts but not much else
- endlessly patient, or just distracted
- could probably spend a whole day with just his thoughts













strengths.




His ability to charm most people, healing, generosity, organization.














weakness.




skeptical, envious, determining who is trustworthy, perfectionism.














fears.




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Tattered and torn, dusted wings caught the sunlightโ€™s gaze in an eye-catching display of extravagance. In the mirror, they loomed over him dully. He had always admired the butterflyโ€™s leisure, and he held no lesser thought of their counterparts who woke at dusk, and gathered night by night near candlelit flames and glaring lights, oblivious to all repercussions. The appreciation was not at all something he was ever conscious of, rather that he knew butterflyโ€™s intricate patterns were awe-worthy and that he didnโ€™t mind the night-dwelling moths.

The wings behind him resembled not a butterfly or a mothโ€™s, but instead a resented pest. Their patterns were not colorful or eye-catching. They were putrid, never astonishing, retired from their purpose and now only served to inconvenience. Delicate wings broken, which could no longer support a man and could no longer flutter the way they had. If his mourning had been heard, they would determine his agony and frustration was wildly out of character. The wings stretched and followed him with no forethought, bringing with it whatever it caught, trinkets tumbling and shattering.

Sobbing, he obscured them with a loose shirt, then a vest, then finally a coat. No one had seen them since.

Nimms are creatures sought after for their healing properties, they may even fetch a luxurious price in the hands of anyone who greedily caught one, like the spectacle of a bottled butterfly.

Ellis was shielded from this truth from the very moment he was born. It was explained to him only when he had come to find that his back had ached terribly and that the wings were no deception of his mind. Antoinette did not anticipate that they would make themselves knownโ€”they hadnโ€™t until Ellis was well into his teens.

Antoinette lived as a typical, tiny nimm, hidden under groves and at peace within the trees. Evading capture once, and several times following, she had convinced the witch to curse her just as they had done to Antoinetteโ€™s friends and brothers and sisters. She, like Ellis would someday do, hid her wings to disguise herself, no longer fearful of capture. For the longest time, she hid from her son, too.

It could be for this reason Ellis grew up oblivious, often left to his lonesome and own devices, experiencing childhood isolation and utter boredom. He craved not only the satisfaction of purposeful fulfillment but also a soft embrace, neither of which he fully understood yet sought to learn. He indulged in literature instead, and soon he was no less than obsessed with the mediocrity of knowledge, the ins and outs of botanical gardens and which color matched another best. Arbitrary know-howโ€™s fascinated him, filled the many hours he was free and wouldโ€™ve otherwise been rotting, and none of that had really changed since.

When Ellis carried wings on his back, some had learned too about his fatherโ€™s son, the nimm he had married and the one he had neglectfully raised.

A ballroom bathed in gold, gentle symphonies and met with a company in the finest apparel. A master of keeping a parade of pretentious party-members entertainedโ€”in their most prestigious ball-gowns and suitsโ€”anticipated the next chapter of Ellisโ€™s story. It ended with a twist, an out-of-place punchline that earned him gawking amusement.

He turned away to a stern hand on his shoulderโ€”introducing themselves as Lionel. Initially startledโ€”and more so by the figureโ€™s sketchinessโ€”Ellis determined he had such good reason for suspicions.

If only you werenโ€™t so selfish.

Shoved away by the collar of his coat, bleeding evanescent pixie dust, his wings were no more than a pestโ€™s. A moth with a broken wing, soon to inevitably face death. It crawls, staggering, useless.

They fell for the last time.



















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fc: anton thiemke

synopsis.
You are but a child taking pride in fooling around with the toys of a god.

Goody two shoes by day, hedonist by night, what was once a proud but sensitive soul was beaten black and blue into cheerful cruel cynicism is all that remains. His boyish demeanors hide a troubled mind, plagued by visions of truth and untruth.

The sunny heir to the Dโ€™Ambrosio business conglomerate, Cyril is but a mere law student to most of the world. However, the young master has long lost faith in this corpse of a world. While at times his kindness is genuine, at most other times its but a purposeful mindfuck. Thereโ€™s nothing Cyril enjoys more than the thrill of a gamble- betting it all just to humiliate his foes, turning all his confused and bitter rage onto them when they least expect it. Whoโ€™s to blame him for wanting to have a little fun before the end? Still, Cyril will play the perfect heir act for the world to see for as long as needed, knowing very well the hellfire Pandoraโ€™s Box will soon unleash onto Egress. Values are so last century, anyway; heโ€™s just here for a good time.

visage.
  • 6โ€™ 0โ€™โ€™ and stockily built with thin, pale skin; the type that unveils every vein and bruise
  • His blonde hair is always curled and often switches styles
  • Cyrilโ€™s eyes are deep set and a washed out green.
  • His lips are fairly thin, and when he smiles wide, they vanish.
  • Has a callow look to his expressions and manners
  • Likes wearing extravagant patterns and enjoys switching out new pairs of sunglasses every month (wardrobe samples: x x x)
  • Missing half a ring finger on his right hand (got shot off when someone tried to assassinate his family)
headcanons.
  • hair is dyed honey blonde and artificially curled. If he stops, it becomes a wild, dirty blond mess.
  • Likes wearing rings and steeled toed shoes to make a punch land harder and a stomp dig deeper.
  • His sisterโ€™s ring however, he wears on a chain beneath his shirt
  • At times struggles to tell the difference between vision, his own anxieties manifesting in dreams, and reality.
  • Purposely fucks with assholes by making bets he knows heโ€™ll win, or if that doesnโ€™t work, by lying about their destiny
  • Goes in disguise around town at times to let off steam
  • Clasps his hands together when heโ€™s nervous to hide his hand fidgeting.
  • Hates his own name and thinks it makes it sound like his grandkids have grandkids. Insisted he be called โ€œZekeโ€ for a solid year as a small kid and he will bury you six feet under if that name is brought up again
  • His parents are constantly trying to set him up, and given that most wants him for his money, heโ€™s inexperienced with having relationships
  • Gym nut through and through
  • likes working with sortes the most in divination. Tarot cards are also nice for convenience of carrying, but he's only ever divining in serious when he has a book open; every other method is just for show.
  • Horrendously messy with codes. The type to leave more notes than actual code, and to give the most horrendous variable names for others to slog through
  • Horrible with animals. Itโ€™s been joked that itโ€™s because they detect the bullshit in his words
  • A pack a day smoker but rarely gets drunk. Cyril detests getting hungover and is often the designated driver when going out.
  • Often the first to get into some random new trend
  • Has a huge social media presence, and fakes posts at times to hide the Pandoraโ€™s Boxโ€™s activities and muddy their timelines for anyone tracking them down
  • Very forgetful: the type to get a new rewards stamp card every time because he keeps forgetting to bring the damn thing
  • His oracle abilities are an open secret. Most who dealt with him personally know it, but itโ€™s only rumored/joked about for the general public.


full name
cyril d'ambrosio

age
22

codename
themis

gender
cis male

sexuality
bisexual

species
oracle
THEMIS
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flesh prison: look what you fill me with

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flesh prison: Iron tears in my veins, alkaloid smoke in my brain.

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neuron soup: but what you really want, is to bleed life itself.

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neuron soup: because how dare it birth you soul dead?


Personality

  • Always presents himself in a calm and pleasant manner, even if the situation is anything but. Upbeat and takes insults with a smile, which misleads others into believing heโ€™s easy to mess with.
  • In reality, he can be as grudgeful as it gets, and will always find payback, even if itโ€™s much later. Tends to decide to be forgiving sometimes randomly
  • A thrill seeker that likes to gamble and compete for even the most menial tasks, or taking a loss if itโ€™s for entertainment. He doesnโ€™t mind losing until his loss is rubbed in his face.
  • Easily excited and easy to get talking. His delicate ego and desperate need to proof himself better makes him always rise to anything he sees as a challenge to his name
  • Despite some beliefs, he isnโ€™t always pretending to be nice. For the most part, heโ€™s friendly and easygoing until you fuck with him or his crew.
  • Not the best at the books, but Cyril has a strong intuition, especially with people. Heโ€™s sensitive to the subtle shifts around him, but in return has a sensitive soul as well, despite all the ways he tries to hide it
  • Heโ€™s charismatic not in any direct manner, but tends to appear as a friendly voice in the most convenient moments
  • Cyril lives by the rules of โ€œgive a damn about those that give a damn about youโ€. Heโ€™d burn the world to stand by his friends and those who aided him, but all else matters little.
  • Sees the whole of Egress as fucked and is pessimistic as hell about the future
  • His humor is a bit fucked because of his worldview. Numbs himself to the horrors of it all but to bystanders, it just comes off wrong, what with him still smiling cheerily as if nothing has happened. Jokingly described as "the happiest doomsday believer" by some friends
  • Hates being caught off guard or having visible responses provoked, and is thus always carefully dictating his own every move. Only around friends is he more genuine
  • Has a lot of confused and misdirected bitterness and rage that he refuses to acknowledge the existence of. Itโ€™s why he never stops at just defeating someone; no, he must cruelly win all the way, and when he holds all the card, when heโ€™s the one in control, the power rush is how he gets out all the rage

fears.
  • Nothing and everything. He fears most the prophecy of his own death, especially if itโ€™s a boring death, a death heโ€™s too good for
  • Being forgotten
  • Repetition. Routine. The indistinguishability of yesterday from today from tomorrow.
  • Losing not at just a game, but being bested in status and respect. He dislikes other oracles for this reason, fearing theyโ€™ll see a futures he was blinded from
  • His parentsโ€™ death, or perhaps more accurately, inheriting responsibility
  • Being alone in the woods, or just nature in general
  • Heโ€™s claustrophobic; tight spaces, narrow corridors, low ceilings. The physical form of suffocation and crushed bones and collapsing tunnels.

vices.

ruthless: a greater capacity for love is a greater capacity for cruelty, and Cyril is a perfect representation. His heart can be injured as easily as it's moved, and when so, he gives not a damn what it takes to enact his revenge. Only when he is cruel, does he often find himself acknowledged by the world, and Cyril has long since accepted it.
superstitious: seeing the future does something to you. The more he sees, the more he worries what he doesn't, and can get intense irrational fears at times, as if like how Pandora's Box brings judgement upon Egress, one day he'll be condemned too.
proud: he cares a great deal about his image and dignity, perhaps because in truth, he feels like he has none. Takes insults to heart easily and has little tolerance for slander outside of close friends.
bleak: there's no hope for Egress, as far as he's aware. His sister, and now his only friends. Egress devours all flickering remains of good in this wretched world and leaves behind nothing. The only question left is whether your flesh will burn brighter in life or death.
dishonest: Cyril is never above using any deception to get his way with things or even just to cause chaos, and though he doesn't actually lie that often, the reputation alone allows for even simple truths from his lips to be doubted. But like all liars, he is paranoid too, for he fears others deceive him as he does them. It's why Cyril almost never drinks and sleeps so few hours, fearful of all he'll miss when his eyes are clouded by ethanol.
regretful: he often dwells on his actions and the past when the light has dimmed, and curse himself for making the same mistakes over and over. at times, he finds glee in the powers he now holds over this broken place; at all other times, he just finds a horrid shell of a man in his place, who's bitterness overtakes the good left in him with ease.

virtues.

easygoing: Cyril has the friendly everyman look nailed down to the dot, and despite his family name, makes himself quite approachable. He's both sociable and rarely judgmental. For the most part, he couldn't give a damn about what others do until it is meant to harm himself or his inner circle. Cyril thrives off being around others.
perceptive: Aware of both his surroundings and crowds nearby, Cyril is constantly on the look out for any signs of things being off. Even besides his prophetic skills aside, he's naturally quick to respond to any situation that arises. Lying, is just about bullshitting, and bullshitting is just about saying what the other needs to hear.
tenacious: what he aims to get done, he will. Cyril may not care often, but when he does, it is all the way through. After all, he isn't an excellent student for nothing- he may not be the best at the books, but anything he does, he does it proper. No matter what it takes, he will get you there even if it means risking everything.
sentimental: at his heart, he loves just as easily as he hates, and at his best moments, is caring to his friends and to the plights of strangers as well. Though he denies that he cares about ideals and values and morals, he can't deny his tendency to give a damn anyway.
patient: though he reaches conclusions quickly, he has no qualms with waiting to enact any plans. After all, it's about timely decisions, not quick ones.

weaknesses.
  • Not very stable. His prophetic abilities further weakened his psyche by wavering the boundary between what is and what will be, reality and imagination.
  • Doesnโ€™t have a great memory and is better at improvisation than detailed planning. Prone to forget to bring crucial items
  • Has a life held very much to the public eye. While it helps him create false proof of where the hackers are as โ€œsurely they couldnโ€™t have deceived so many peopleโ€ but it does make his schedule inconveniently packed at times
  • Cares a lot for his siblings who are still under his parentโ€™s control and would do anything for them

strengths.
  • athletically capable
  • Can keep a clear head under danger, and is rarely stunned by impersonal fears
  • Excels at hiding his expressions and omitting the truth
  • Uses all his resources to his advantage, beyond just money, he also has owed favors, blackmail, a wide network etc.
  • A quick and persuasive talker who can bullshit his way out of most social situations; the face of the party when needs be
  • Thereโ€™s little that can embarrass him

history

tw: implied domestic violence, suicide
To detail a full history of the Dโ€™Ambrosio houseโ€™s sins would be impossible: while Cyrilโ€™s mother serves as the matriarch, in truth, the familyโ€™s wide extended relatives and network meant scandals were so plentiful one could play bingo with a new board each dinner. (Cyril would know, as it was his favorite pastime.) He could not explain when what was once a house of humble beginnings began to be known more for tabloid headline scandals and corruption of the soul, but by the time Cyril was born, the board was already set.

Thereโ€™s little to be said about his childhood, other than a tirade of servants, nannies, and a parent, if heโ€™s unlucky, once a month or two. Trained in etiquette since young but never quite told why, Cyril was always an obedient child growing up, who despite all these curiosities, kept it to himself. His world was a mysterious swirl of gold and longing looks out to the streets of Egress, satin silks and the smell of chlorine. As the little times he saw his parents were often in their arguments: a thundering slammed door, a broken vase, maroon petals scattered all over the marble floors. Red pools, fine meats, the choking waft of lavender perfume.

Though in technicality, Cyril is the first born Dโ€™Ambrosio heir, for the longest time, the role, that is, the fame but more importantly the accompanying duties, was carried by his older half-sister Helena. Older by eight years, and born out of wedlock in secret, for sake of image she acted as the heiress, and for good reason too. Bright, thoughtful, and ambitious, Cyril grew up not under her shadows but guided by her light. For the longest, she was his everything. The only family who took the time to let him be a kid. Letting him flip through her schoolbooks in fascination, bringing home odd toys and such from trips with their mother, and always patient with his fits. He was a quieter kid then, who was only his true lighthearted self around her.

It was always the two of them.

Friends? Yes. They made each day bearable. But Helena made him want to live. To enjoy life. Not just breathe, and eat, and wait for the judgement day, but to take each day as a precious gift. Neither of them knew what it felt like, but she had always been a dreamer, two steps faster. She told him of all the things she wanted to do, once she was free from this family with blood that runs thinner than water, and she isnโ€™t just another hoard of gold to rob. There was never a plan, or a how, just musings, each one more wild than the last. They revealed the impossibility of it all. It was everything

Things never last, though.

The year he was fourteen, she hung herself. They told him she was found in a park, already cold, and said nothing else.

He never got to mourn, before the onslaught began. The last thing he managed was to steal her journals she left for him, in a sudden stroke of impulse, saving them from his parents' burning of all her belongings against her will. From here on after, he was the heir. Overwhelmed all at once with what was once Helenaโ€™s duties, he finally saw what killed her. It was everything.

Only years later, did he realize even then he only saw a fraction. Only in the years later did he slowly piece together the truth- or, a version he could live with, a version that could fuel his rage further. His parentโ€™s nonexistent marriage, tied together by only convenience, he learned when heโ€™d replace his sister as his parentsโ€™ counselor and peacemaker after an awful fight. His sisterโ€™s pains and hopelessness, he found in the journals. How he was but another expendable piece under his parentsโ€™ arsenal, he grasped when his oracle skills were discovered and he was instantly forced onto triple the schoolwork to prepare him as an future advisor to the business.

What forever shifted the tracks of his life were not these things, however, but what he learned long before- only a year after his sisterโ€™s death. It was a year full of random fits of rage and breakdowns and ridiculing kids until they cry again and again if they dare to even insinuate anything about his sister once. Being an asshole just because he can. But when Ramiel returned a shell, he broke.

In another life, Cyril wouldโ€™ve gone on living as the Dโ€™Ambrosio heir, albeit miserably, but almost losing his best friend so soon after Helena? All sparks of the desire to stay โ€œdecentโ€, to stay โ€œstrongโ€, to โ€œmove onโ€ were gone. All these praises, no, demands, for what? At first, he was more reluctant to the proposed revenge, but once he discovered traces of his family name on the very project that took Ramiel, it was all gone.

Cyril recalled the things his sister and him used to muse on.

Fuck it, why not live a little? He thought.

Why not see just how close this world is to complete collapse? Kick it to the fringe, then a little more?

Open the box, Pandora, open the box and let the sins out.




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name


Leopald Graham Frantz.







nicknames


Leo, Franz.







age


24.







gender


Cisgender male.







sexuality


Heterosexual






species


Oracle.






role


Fang - The son of a late, distinguished, Egressian, Leopald Franz was raised in the world of Egressian aristocracy from before his family died in a tragic plane crash. It would be years before the prodigal son returned to high society to avenge the foul play involved in his familyโ€™s death. In his return, Leopald has solidified himself as the high society's private doctor as he revitalises his fatherโ€™s clinic. A kind, childish soul, the wounds of his lost family are what have dangerously impacted the stability of Leopaldโ€™s state of mind. It has driven him to nigh sadism, deriving pleasure in unwittingly testing or using his high-class patients so long as the goal at hand is achieved. Mentally, he sits at a constant crossroads between the Hippocratic oath and vengeance, although his overzealousness with the Pandoraโ€™s Box makes it clear which side of the balance he favours more. Leopald has since used his ambition, knowledge, and influence to facilitate himself and his team. In some ways, he could be considered their unorthodox leader.













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hair


Leopald has short, dark hair that is kept tidy and well-groomed.







eyes


Leopald has light blue almond-shaped eyes.







skin


Leopald's skin is soft, and baby-like. Rather thin and veiny in some areas.







height


Six feet tall.







weight


About one hundred and seventy pounds.






build


Leopald has a slender build and does not indulge in any regular exercise.






modifications


Leopald has a handful of dainty tattoos all across his body, usually homages to past experiences.






face claim


Barry Keoghan.












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persona



Leopald Franz is an unassuming genius, a wise-cracker whoโ€™s dark jokes can only be comprehended by his high intellect.Perhaps it was his separation from humanity that was responsible for it, but Leopald Franz is a man brimming with fascination. A student at heart, his eyes twinkle at the sight of a newfound discovery. Exposure to magic at a young age has made him a junkie for practicability over theory. Franz frequents experimentation to prove new ideas with little to no fear. When it comes to his ambitions, Leopald can become detached and obsessive rather quickly, quieting his usually charismatic charm. This sometimes creates a sense of distance between himself and his associates, although there is no doubt that he loves and would do anything for any of them.







vices



Indecisive - Obsessive - Detached - Invasive - Awkward - Sadistic - Overzealous - Oblivious.







virtues



Ingenious - Ambitious - Analytical - Fearless - Intelligent - Excitable - Optimistic.







headcanons



  • Knows a lot of miscellaneous facts that he randomly shares when appropriate.
  • Oblivious when he is overpowered, sometimes delusional in the face of total failure.
  • Still out-of-touch with some societal norms.
  • Fascinated with human behaviour in the same way other people are fascinated with animals or pets.
  • Enjoys a good prank.
  • Loves a good riddle or puzzle.
  • In spite of knowing the knowledge, all of the degrees Leopald used to take his fatherโ€™s place in the hospital are fake. Since the plane crash he has never again had formalized learning.
  • Receives migraines on a monthly cycle as psychic pressure builds up in his mind. Those who come near are met with psychic blasts
  • Has a pet leopard gecko; Stan.
  • It is likely that Leopald has some sort of mental illness as a result of the tragic loss of his family or the physical trauma of the plane crash.
  • Due to the nature of how he has gained much of his knowledge, Leopald is far from a bookworm. He would rather carry out live experiments than sit at a computer or bury his nose in a book.







strengths



Strong ability to think outside the box - capable of seeing patterns where others might not - bearer of extensive knowledge particularly in biochemistry, geology, languages - well-connected in high society via finances, relationships, and fatherโ€™s reputation.






weaknesses



Physically fragile/regular - prone to making strangers uncomfortable - besides knowledge scrying, his oracle abilities are unpredictable - a quick liar, but not necessarily convincing.







fears


Fears becoming as dangerous as the people that killed his parents.If he is capable of such inhumanity to attain vengeance, then he has no right to bring the injustices of Egress to light.

Leopald also fears failure when it comes to the Pandora's Box project. He suffers from survivor's guilt, and realisticaly any other member of his family could have returned to society and actually made a significant difference. The presence of Pandora's Box is a manifestation of his self-pity, and so he fears failure and what his late family would think of him now.













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Leopald's abilities manifest themselves a little differently from the typical Oracle due to injuries to the head suffered when his family plane crashed. Damage to his frontal lobe has made it difficult to control his abilities, and although the witches have managed to isolate and allow him to manage a small portion of his power, much of it remains untapped and unreliable.

Negative such as stress, sadness, and anger have been known to kickstart the part of his abilities Leopald normally does not have access to.

Although these are not full-blown applications of his abilities, when using an ability that is normally locked away, Leopald's eyes are known to take on a neon hue, glowing a bright orange colour due to the psychic energy release in such a concentrated burst (he has minimal control over these abilities after all). From time to time, his body will hover over the ground in some of these rare cases, though it is nothing he consciously does.









controlled abilities



One of the abilities that Leopald has control over is the ability to attain learned knowledge and skill from another person, not to be confused with instinct or natural ability. Although this is a psychic ability, it is supported by the crutch of physical touch that helps him concentrate his power. A moment's touch will proffer him one's power temporarily, and if given the ability to consciously search and replicate the knowledge in the mind of someone else, he can gain permanent mastery in the skills of a victim.

Leopald also has the ability to incapacitate others by releasing a blast of raw, telepathic energy. The painfulness of these attacks can range from migraines to rendering a victim unconscious, varying largely on Leopald's own state of mind. The distance of this attack is difficult to control, although it can usually stretch the length of a basketball court in radius.









uncontrolled abilities



There are 2 known applications of his ability that Leopald can only use involuntarily: Precognition and Retrocognition.

Simply put, Leopald is capable of experiencing visions of both the future and the past. Visions of the future seem to be more arbitrary, and random, whereas visions of the past can be triggered by objects, scents, or people. The most notable example of this ability is when Leopald experienced a vision of his father with an Egressian official, the dispute in his father's study that spurred his family to leave Egress many years ago. The limits to how far back, or how far forward Leopald can see is unknown.

Leopald hypothesizes there are other applications of his power that he is simply yet to discover.

















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istory





Brief summary to be expanded later;

The son of a late distinguished Egressian physician, Leopald Franz was inserted into the affluent world of Egressian aristocracy from a young age. When his family died in a plane crash, an unrecognisable Leopald was discovered by a coven of witches residing on the outskirts of Egress. It was there that his Oracle abilities were discovered to be present and rendered uncontrollable due to the crash. His wounds were tended to, and he was raised by the witches both as guardians and mentors. After suffering flashes of the final memories of his family in his young adulthood, Leopald left the coven to research more in his familyโ€™s stead. His fatherโ€™s regrets and signs of foul play were discovered. Leopald re-instituted himself in high society, taking over his fatherโ€™s clinic as the prodigal son returned, anticipating his revenge. Leopaldโ€™s prayers were answered in the Pandoraโ€™s Box project.









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apologies for the frequent tagging today ! miyabi miyabi and I chatted, and weโ€™ve decided to extend auditions. the new date will be this Friday at midnight est. the sheets are looking fantastic thus far, and I canโ€™t wait to see them even more lovelier <3

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LXI LXI erosful erosful ravensunset ravensunset xxxena xxxena arthur morgan. arthur morgan. livingdead livingdead lisbeth lisbeth plague rats plague rats alabast alabast fin fin

โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ:* หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แต’โฟ - แต–แตƒโฟแตˆแต’สณแตƒ *:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโœง ​
 
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ursula bride




















scatter-hearted, rabbit-toothed, dark-blooded










โ™กcoded by uxieโ™ก




ursula bride
fang
25
afab nb
bisexual
accursed
P.O.B
degree

visage
Ursula is not pretty. She's not much of anything, if we're being honest.

She looks like painstakingly made painting that must have once demanded great care and was now left to rot; her movements are of something that drowned and crawled out with mud beneath it's nails. A tall, lankly figure, thin armed and with a neck that stretches like a curious goose's, a straight body with no hint of curves. She is awkwardly built, like a spider curling into itself to die; she is as much a stranger to her own body as any onlooker. Her skin is pale, a constellation of dots and freckles littered across it.

Small, fragile teeth that look like they got torn out of a doll's mouth, always a little red with blood. Wispy blonde hair, haphazardly cut short like tall summer's grass. Her face is sharply thin, lips a small rosebud, cheeks like a fox's. The most defined feature of Ursula are the long, dropping eyes, painted a bloated gray. They remind eerily of a stuffed deer's watching you from a wall.

sypnosis
A born leader that doesn't know when to stop squeezing. Believe her, had she a large enough knife, she'd bleed out all of Egress.
headcanons

  • Most people would consider her ugly. Ursula only cares a little bit.
  • Uses she/her or they/them pronouns.
  • An awful singing voice, but a darling at playing instruments.
  • Smokes to keep her mind off things.
  • A great posture, only slouches when unfocused.
  • Very expressive, even when she doesn't mean to be.
  • Dangerously contagious laugh.
  • Has a prominent voice; thought-out and careful.
  • Painted red nails, very neat.
  • Loves unnaturally spicy food that would kill a lesser person.
  • Better at keeping technology out than working with it inside.
  • A camera looks at her for 0.0003 seconds and her eye starts twitching.
  • Refuses to fall for Joe Mama jokes.
  • Her friends are about the only ones who see her genuine grins.
Do you feel the same right now?
personality
Sometimes Ursula is like the fire crumbling a castle's stones under siege.

Her ambition is too large to hold; it leaks out of her, drip drip drips right there on the floor everytime she guts herself for another person. Had she the education, she might have been a great politician - or an exceptional saint. Fever-dream charisma that you'd have to kill for, a passion rising up in her chest that you couldn't fake if you studied it for decades. It is the fact that she believes every word she speaks, every ideal she sells to her team; inspiring, devoted, a person that will make decisions when others falter in the face of them.

Awkward, perhaps. Unsure of social skills and clumsy, flushing red under compliments and too-close attention. She isn't one for scripted speeches or song that would crumble or make a country - but it's far too easy to see why she commands followers, why anybody bothers to listen to what she has to say in the first place.

But sometimes, she's a little like the fire from a lighter; there for a moment, burning blind and gone the next. When the world is dark and nothing is right, Ursula will sit by herself and do the biggest mistake she could possibly could: doubt herself.

virtues
here
here
here
here
vices
here
here
here
here
likes
here
heree
here
here
dislikes
here
here
here
here
backstory
People say you can never quite beat out the stench from your very being if you're born in the slums. You can clean the dirt from under your nails and hide the urge to lunge for money once it drops on the ground - but there is a chasm between you and the elite, one that makes song everytime you try a little to hard to cover it up.

Ursula wonders, when people look into her eyes, if they see the smoke rising out of Devil's Kettle.

A memory, now. Ursula a child with bleeding soles and worn hands, sweat pouring down her neck from nerves; one eye peeking out the blinds and a hand gripping the windowsill - outside on the street a woman with dry gold in her eye socket, shining every so often in the evening sun. The woman is laughing, laughing, her arm heavy with a fabric bag that cost more than all of Ursula's five sisters.

In her mind's memory she is always stuck on that cusp of doing something horrible.

What she did doesn't matter. It's what she grew up to do.

From a child of burning eyes and tattered clothes she grew; and she grew hungry. Hungy not for food, but for dragging the world to her own level. She created the team not just for money - of course she needs it, everybody does. She's not proud enough to say she doesn't. But the team?

It meant more. It always meant more.

love language
here
MBTI
here
fun facts
here
Heize - We don't talk together (Feat. Giriboy)

coded by Stardust Galaxy
 
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XII.
erethea muir




huckleberry.


coded by xayah.แƒฆ

ERETHEA โ€” down, down to hell; and know thou sent me thither

FULL NAME: erethea muir
NICKNAME: some may affectionately call her eri (said like "airy") or thea
AGE: 23
CODENAME: huckleberry
GENDER: cis woman
SEXUALITY: pansexual
SPECIES: one of the fallen 20

VISAGE: a small sharp face framed by long, black locs. erethea remembers that a girl at a children's home showed her how to do her hair into locs. erethea had never cared much about her hair before, often leaving it unstyled. the girl, however, was so kind about it that erethea endeavored to grow and maintain the locs. she has kept true to that promise ever since; they are below her shoulders now. erethea has the eyes of both prey and predator; oblivious when wandering, but deadly when given direction on what to focus on. erethea is 5'5 and appears thin, but years of hard labor has given her strength that is hidden by her smaller frame. erethea has a calm air when left alone, but can take on an intensity when invoked. she often looks pensive, and has a softer voice.
FACECLAIM: erethea's faceclaim is aliya will, but i won't be using many pictures since her pictures don't necessarily fit the vibes i'm going for. she does look like her though.

SYNOPSIS: erethea was (and, in a way, always will be) an orphan. she knows this. she knows that she is defined by lackโ€”by what she is missing rather than what she has. she has glimpsed the vast canyon between "orphan" and "child." between human and something less. no one had ever really wanted her in her life, so, when the government did, she felt in no position to deny them. when the scientists were done with her, erethea was bereft once more... but they left her with something. something terrible. and now, with this terrible heft of hers, she lives life as a bounty hunter, walking the lines between good and evil. orphan and adult. human and something less... or more. all she really wants is to be needed.

when she holds on, she holds on perhaps a little too tight; she's expecting you to let go.

PERSONALITY:
- some say that life is about hard work. others say it is about the fulfillment of aspirations. becoming rich. mastering a craft. none of these ever quite resonated with erethea, and, at some point, she figured that, for her, life is really about love: about loyalty and pledging herself to someone elseโ€™s goal. she doesnโ€™t desire money or esteem. her contentment has always seemed to lie in the beauty of other peopleโ€”in being of use to them. erethea is an allocentrist at heart; in her mind, the self is simply a means of creating and receiving love. some may call her altruistic, although she wouldnโ€™t use that word for herself.
- a life of transience has made erethea tough and observant. she has a talent for reading people and situations, which lends itself to ability to please and serve others. she also a talent for enduring and recovering from pain and hardship without much complaint. her resolve comes from a desire to help those she cares for, and, because of this, it is unbreakable.
- although erethea has chosen a life of being of seeking love and serving others, she rarely feels optimistic about or secure in her position. a life of being lost or let go time and time again has made her cynical about how much she can be loved before she becomes boring or a burden. her love language is promises, but she doesn't ask them of people. so she lives in a constant state of questioningโ€”of being ready to be abandoned again while knowing how much it will hurt. resigned but very far from numb.
- as a friend, erethea is empathetic, soft-spoken, and a good listener. she is understanding but also willing to provide alternative perspectives to people she believes need to hear them. she can come off as impassive or vacant, but she can be quite sensitive to the actions/emotions of othersโ€”she's just not very expressive.
- erethea doesn't care much for morality. she will do what is asked by those she cares for, no matter the consequences.
- when not doing things for others, she finds herself drawn to art and literature. she likes learning and seeing the ways in which people have captured themselves and other people. she has her own small whims and desires and will pursue them when she's feeling curious. she can let her curiosity get the better of her, however. she considers these whims mutable, however. if they get in the way of her assigned tasks, she will put them on the back burner.
- her constantly looking to others gives her the impression of a lost puppy dog. although people may want to protect her, she doesn't expect anyone to. she really just wants reassurance that she is still needed.

VIRTUES: very loyal + perceptive + shrewd + resilient + empathetic + allocentric + soft-spoken + stoic + level-headed + resolute (when given a task/mission)
VICES: lacks her own purpose - lacks self-esteem - clingy - amenable - sensitive - allocentric - cynical - self-sacrificing - prone to melancholy/dread - amoral
FEARS: being let go, not being of use to anyone, dying alone, drowning
HEADCANONS:
+ has a habit of carving names places, even if she shouldn't. she usually carves the names of people she considers friends
+ can recite some of her favorite childhood books word for word
+ worked in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant when she was fourteen and knows some good recipes as a result
+ tried to visit her father in prison once, but couldn't make it past the gate
+ she doesn't snore, but she is irrationally afraid that she does. she'd hate to ever inconvenience someone she was sleeping near
+ knows the birthdays of anyone who's ever told her by heart. that includes birthdays of kids she met at orphanages, social workers, or people she worked for through her childhood
+ snuck into a piano recital with an orphanage boy when she was twelve. when they got back, the boy was beaten by the headmistress. he took all the blame, so erethea was not beaten. she's wanted to learn to play piano ever since.
+ cried whenever kids would flee an orphanage she was at because she wished they would've taken her with them
+ strangely good at board games, but often loses on purpose
+ loves ghost stories. her mom used to tell them to her
+ both loves and dreads the snow. it was great when she had somewhere to stay but made living on the street awful
+ takes promises very seriously. promises are a part of her love language, but she rarely asks them from people because she doesn't want to trouble them. she makes quite a few though, and has a habit of keeping them
+ had a minor speech impediment growing up
+ has never been to the beach, but would like toโ€”to see the jellyfish
+ she cleaned for a university for some time after escaping from the fallen 20 experiment. she had bathroom duty in the main library and read extensively, often to calm herself down. one day, a professor caught her and scolded her. she never did it again while she worked there
+ loves bread and butter. it is simple and cheap, she has eaten it a lot throughout her life, and it is still so good
+ writes poems about everyone she meets and natural phenomena to focus
+ dresses very simply

STRENGTHS:
+ resilient and resolute
+ can keep a level-head
+ plenty of street smarts, shrewd
+ enhanced durability, competent with pyrokinesis (specifically hellfire), mild levitation
WEAKNESSES:
- struggles without directions/commands from a superior if things get complex
- may underestimate herself/overestimate opponents
- sometimes too self-sacrificing to where it becomes irrational
- a weak swimmer, scared of drowning
- waiting makes her a bit anxious (a lot of things require waiting)

HISTORY: not much is known about erethea's past. some may think this is due to a concerted effort by her to conceal itโ€”she will tell you that there simply isn't much to know. she was born in leninbog to a poor mother. where her memories begin, her father is in prison, where he has remained her entire life. her and mother lived in a small two-room apartment that they entered through an alley. it was squished between a multitude of similar homes carved out in the same building.

at first, her life was simple. her and mother had a daily routineโ€”they would wake up and eat a meager breakfast. then, mother would leave for the day to go work, while thea stayed behind and found something to occupy herself in the small apartment. early on, she found ways to have fun by herself. she watched tv. she read the few books sitting around the apartment over and over. she carved her name into the wall behind the bed over and over. "erethea. erethea. erethea." the front door would be triple bolted. she always received strict instructions from her mother to never open the door for anyone but her. mother would return at the end of the day with food, both for dinner and for breakfast the following morning. they would eat a small dinner. mother would tell erethea a story. and then they would sleep.

when erethea was eight, the routine came to a sudden endโ€”one day, mother didn't come home. she decided to wait out the first night, going without dinner and sleeping by herself. she waited out the next day, drinking water from the tap, which she wasn't usually allowed to do. on the fourth day, erethea stepped out into the world. she felt compelled to justify it: her mother had said to not open the door for anybody, but nobody was there. mother had never said that thea couldn't open the door for nobody. it was, erethea thought, a different matter altogether.

she never saw mother again, but she did get to know leninbog. this is where her story gets hazy. she jumped from orphanages to shelters to living on the floor of anywhere that would employ her child's labor to orphanages again. mother hadn't been particularly loving, but she had at least been gentle. erethea went across leninbog, from place to place, from job to exploitative job. everywhere was ungentle. she met so many social workers, so many minor bureaucrats, so many foster parents, but they always had a way of losing herโ€”of letting her go. many of the adults she met were cruel. many ended up in prison. she always looked within them for that gentleness that mother had, but it was never there. at least, not for her. no matter where she was, she worked diligently to please those around her. she was usually the most helpful child at the orphanage or the star employee of wherever she worked. but it never stopped people from letting her go. when erethea was fifteen, she was sitting on the street with a "will work for food" sign. a man in a suit walked by and asked her if she would be willing to participate in government research involving young people, intellect, and motor functions. erethea was unable to say no.

those adults, erethea would say, were the cruelest of all, and it pains her to think about them. when they were finished with their experiments, she thought that they were going to kill her. maybe they had been planning to, but simply forgot until it was too late. adults always had a way of forgetting erethea, after all. somehow, she found her way out of the facility and back into the world, but she knew she wasn't the same. she felt awful. she suffered for a long time until she gained some control over whatever terrible weight they had put on her. she thought about almost starving to death. she thought about waiting at the door all those years ago. she thought about opening it and finding "nobody" there waiting. she decided to put this terrible weight to use. she trained and became a bounty hunter, got in with the group, and that is where this story begins.

 
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โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ:* สธแต’แต˜ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต *:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโœง​

reminder that sheets are due a midnight tonight. preferably est, but if you need until midnight your time, no stress !

โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ:* หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แต’โฟ - แต–แตƒโฟแตˆแต’สณแตƒ *:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโœง ​
 
โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ:* สธแต’แต˜ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต *:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโœง​

howdy everybody ! alrighty so applications are officially CLOSED. We have one extension requested for the role of Janus, but we should be reaching out soon with invites and such. that being said, if you wanted an extension, now is the time to request one ! otherwise, weโ€™ll see you in Egress soon <3

โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ:* หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แต’โฟ - แต–แตƒโฟแตˆแต’สณแตƒ *:๏ฝฅ๏พŸโœง ​
 













kalen

JANUS





































full name


Kalen Parker









nickname(s)


Kal, Kale









codename


Janus









age


25









species


Half-Echo (Appearance)/Half-Oracle (Abilities)









gender


Cis-Male









sexuality


Pan-sexual









p.o.b.


Egress









d.o.b.


July 8th









ethnicity


Caucasian


















































  • hair

    Light brown, soft short wavy texture that is usually slicked back. Has a v-shaped hairline.









    eyes

    Dark brown irises, slanted downwards with lazy eyelids.









    height

    5'11 ft









    body mods.

    Tattoo on the back of his waist written "Gatekeeper"










    faceclaim

    Tyler Young


















โ™กcoded by uxieโ™ก

 
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