Realistic or Modern 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 ♠

[dreamglow]

 

[dreamglow]

holiday hills

loud luxury

materiality

R

equisite.

name

aurelien lemaire

nickname

reli

age

21

ethnicity

half japanese, half french canadian

p.o.b.

montreal, quebec, canada

languages

french, japanese, english

powers/abilities

telekinesis

height

173cm (5’8”)

weight

65kg (144lbs)

hair

medium brown

eyes

brown

mods

ear piercings and small tattoos

faceclaim

caelan moriarty

p

syche.

a little too focused on material things.
rises up to the challenge.
isn’t phased easily.
pretty blunt and not necessarily in the good way.
can’t speak without using some sort of sarcasm.
gets defensive quickly.
very impatient.
will throw a fit if things don’t go his way.
happily states his opinion without being asked.​

h

istory

aurelien was born in montreal to parents to hashimoto sana and fabian lemaire, the younger of two siblings. many would assume that being the youngest child, he received most of his parents attention. not the case. his older sister got most of the attention from his parents in which reli didn’t really mind.

in primary school, he made a core group of friends, a group of friends that stuck together all the way through high school. it was perhaps this that helped him get through the lack of attention and overall care from his parents. sure, he was well fed, but he lacked the attention, interest and love that his sister received.

when he was 12, his telekinetic abilities began showing their colors. it started small, with him thinking about wanting the hat that was on his bed and having the hat suddenly fly through the air to him. a few more cases of this and he was very confused. after doing research, he discovered it was telekinesis and though it was relatively uncommon, there were a handful of people in the world that had it.

perhaps it was this that rendered a drastic change in aurelien. he now viewed himself as someone incredibly special, untouchable, god-tier in fact, traits that have since stuck with him. though wary of broadcasting his abilities at first, he now broadcasts them without fear.

g

allery.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[elytra]

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name

Ebbe Larson

nickname

Lars

age

22

date of birth

13th October

Place of Birth

Helena, Montana, USA

gender

Male.

Role

The Enchanter

Occupation

Magical Tech Support

Secret Occupation

Apparently? A Criminal

Sexuality

Gay

Languages

English, ASL

Powers/Abilities

N/A

visage

height

5'6"

weight

130 Ibs

hair

Chestnut brown

eyes

Brown

body mods

He has a few tattoos, but nowhere really visible

face claim

Baptiste Faure

Positive traits

Dedicated & Passionate
Intelligent
Patient
Creative

Negative traits

A Bit of a Perfectionist
Bad at Social Cues/Sarcasm
Takes Things to Heart...a LOT
Tendency to Fixate on Things Too Much

humor


compassion


social prowess

impulsiveness


stubborness


memory

likes

Cats, coffee (lots of it), rain & thunder, house plants, libraries

dislikes

worms, crowded spaces, long films, normal pencils, things with scratchy textures

allergies

peanuts

little more

history

Childhood

Lars had, all things considered, a fairly normal childhood. He grew up as the older of two siblings. His younger sister, Ida, was 2 years younger than he was. At first, they grew up fairly close to one another, seeing as they were close in age. They squabbled often, but that was what siblings did. Their relationship remained fairly positive.

Teens

When Lars was 14 and his sister 12, she displayed signs of having abilities. Seeing as this was quite rare, she started to get a little more attention from their parents; Lars viewed it as favoritism, but it was closer to them trying to keep her in check so she didn't lose control over the fire she could now create. Growing a little bitter, Lars threw himself into working on enchanting, wanting to push the boundaries of what it could do to the point it could emulate innate abilities like his sister had.

Present Day

Lars continued his interest in enchanting and got quite good at it. He went to college and ended up landing a job at an what was essentially IT for magic items, working to fix whatever was going wrong with them. Not finding this satisfying, he has spent his free time working on other things; namely, looking into security systems to use enchantment and learning them inside-out in order to try and be able those tactics for his own research. He hopes that this track will prove more helpful than his previous attempts of just trying and failing to make his own enchantments without any other basis.

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© weldherwings.

 

[dreamglow]

aurelien

mood.

a little bored

location.

the bar

outfit.

here

tags.

elytra

The opportunity to make money was not one that Aurelien could turn down. Despite already being loaded, the idea of having more than he already did just excited him in ways nothing else could, which is why he accepted this very lucrative offer without actually knowing what it was.

He already knew it was because of the telekinesis. Everyone wanted him for that and that only. As one of the few people, or perhaps the only one, who had the ability to move objects with his mind, many wanted to take advantage of that. There were many instances where he'd been "hired out" to complete jobs for people using the telekinesis. Why do something yourself when you can get a kid with special powers to do it for you?

Stretching his arms above his head, Reli yawned and rolled over, tapping the screen of his phone repeatedly until the alarm shut off. It was another few minutes before he actually got out of his bed and made his way into the shower. Normally, he wouldn't bother freshening up for a meeting but this one seemed important. It was the way the person carried themselves, and also the business card handed to him, that screamed both money and importance.

When finished showering, he summoned clothes from his closet into the bathroom and got dressed, paying extra attention to styling his hair and making sure it was presentable for the evening. Then he left his penthouse apartment and headed down the elevator out on the street below.

It didn't take Aurelien very long to get to the designated meeting location, an upscale bar in a wealthier district of the city. After checking in with the host, he made his way to a dark albeit noisy section of the bar. And much to his surprise, despite how early he left, he was the last person there. Appearing completely unfazed by this, he slid into the padded leather booth and took a sip from the glass of water sitting in front of him.

But no meeting could take place without a nice glass of wine. He turned his head and studied the wine selection at the bar before deciding on the one he'd like. With a single movement of his eyes, the bottle flew across the restaurant and into his hands. Ever so polite, he poured some into each glass and distributed it around the table. Then, after taking a sip of his own, broke the silence. "So, will I find out what this job is, or are we going to sit here in silence some more?"

devour

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[elytra]

ebbe

larson

Ebbe Larson was not a rich man by any means.

By looking at him, you could likely tell such. He had a lanky frame and wore clothes that showed signs of being worn down; loose threads were often present on his sweaters from his nervous picking, tugging them apart over the years he'd been wearing them yet not replacing them when it became obvious. His shoes were scuffed and he made his way though the world by treating any object or place that retained a value over $25 as if it were a priceless thing that would be tarnished if he so much as touched or looked at it in the wrong way. He was the type of person that, on the off occasion that he did get an Uber instead of taking public transport, folded in on himself to avoid getting dirt on anything as if they would think to charge him for such an offense. Practicality took precedence over form in every nook and cranny of his existence and frivolous purchases were kept to a minimum.

Despite all of that- despite that he sometimes was behind on rent or had to work extra shifts to fix his sink, a common occurrence when the winter months came around and his landlords kept the temperature at a chilly 50 degrees, causing the pipes to burst or the water to just stop running -he wasn't desperate for money. There were little systems he had in place to save money, sure, a few bucks here or there shoved into a jar hidden near the back of his sink for emergencies, but he never risked his routine or his morals for money. He was scraping by, but he wasn't floundering. He had enough to feel comfortable, even if the state he lived in wouldn't be comfortable for others. He had other things to worry about. It was why he hadn't given the job notice he'd received a second thought at first.

He'd gotten it a few weeks back. An unassuming envelope shoved in the back of his mailbox, under a menu for a new Chinese food place that had opened down the road and the latest paystubs from work. The letter was assumed at first to be junk mail, so he'd tossed it near the pile near his shredder and had only opened it once he was going through said pile to actually do the aforementioned shredding. Even after reading it, the letter remained in the shredding pile, only narrowly avoiding its fate through the power of god and, possibly more importantly, because the shredder had overheated before it could be gotten to. The extra time between shredding the latest scam and the job notice had given him a moment to think about it, and he'd gone back to give it another look.

Against his better judgement, it moved up in the world from the shredding pile to the pile in his kitchen junk drawer.

It'd stayed there for about a day more, before he fished it out again to give it a third look. That, he figured, was a proper number of times to consider an offer. A first read through was subject to knee jerk choices, the second to uninformed decisions. A third look was different, because third looks came after sleeping on it, and it was common knowledge that sleeping on things was a proper way to go about them. At first, he was still pretty unimpressed with it. He wasn't stupid enough to say that the money wouldn't be a nice cushion, but he also didn't like the idea of not having any idea what he was being asked to do before he agreed to it. It rubbed him the wrong way. He nearly returned it to the shredder, but had spent a few extra minutes chewing on his lower lip and re-reading the part about why they wanted him.

He wasn't immune to flattery. He also wasn't immune to being given a chance to do what he was good at. While he wasn't sure what the job was, it was clear they wanted him because of his experience with enchantments. It was nice to be wanted for something like that; it wasn't as if he was particularly coveted at his job. If he was, he wouldn't have as low of a salary as he did. So, that part of the letter gave him pause, and ultimately was the reason he decided to see what the whole thing was about. At the very least, if it was legitimate, he would be able to make the next couple of rents and stash away the rest of the pay for when he really needed it.

Despite the state of his wardrobe, he made an attempt to look nice. He didn't really know the place they were supposed to be meeting, but he had looked it up on Google and had quickly found it was 100% not the sort of place he would ever be seen within 5 feet of. The cocktails they showed on their site looked like they cost more than his life, which was a little frightening. It was like he could feel money draining out of his bank account the longer he scrolled through the page, and ultimately had to close the tab before he got queasy at the thought of breaking something there and having to pay for it. In an effort to not get shooed out of the bar before the meeting, he settled on a button up and one of his only pristine sweaters, a blue one that he saved for occasions when he had to look a little less haphazard.

His fears weren't exactly settled by the time he was sitting in the bar. He was the first one there other than a woman sitting across from him at the table, with shoulder-length hair that had been clearly well taken care of and a low-cut blue dress that gently sparkled in the low light of the bar. He looked at her, and she looked at him, and they both considered each other for a moment in a sort of battle of wills until she took a careful sip of the martini that sat in front of her with her eyes still trained on him and he realized that he was, as expected, the one out of place and averted his eyes to the side to instead stare at the pretentious wall art that hung there. Luckily, at that point, people started to trickle in. A few sat down and exchanged a few words, and he ended up giving a nod that could be construed as a greeting to each of them instead of anything verbal. It was bearable until the last man came in, fashionably late, and instantly used a sort of telekinetic ability to grab a bottle of wine and distribute the spoils to the rest of the table.

He grimaced at the drink in front of him, wondering about whether or not he'd have to pay for it if he touched it. In the end, he decided to not risk it out of an abundance of caution. He wasn't sure if the gesture was out of benevolence or if the man next to him just had money to spend. Despite his discomfort at the lack of understanding of why he was given wine- a silly dilemma to have, all things considered -he decided to reserve judgement of who he could only assume was someone else working the job with him until the man actually gave him a reason to have a negative opinion.

Luckily for him, he didn't have to consider the wine much longer before someone spoke up to answer the man's question. Unlucky for him, it was in fact the woman from earlier, the one he'd been in an unintentional staring contest with, that began to speak. She leaned on the table with her forearms, appraising the group a moment and coming to some sort of conclusion (whether positive or negative, Ebbe had no idea) and giving a reply.

"Well, now that we're all here-" Ah, well, maybe the conclusion to the appraisal was negative on the new guy's part "-we can indeed get started. First of all, if any of you want to leave, please do so now so you don't waste my time." She gave it a second, then continued on, seeming pleased when no one rose to leave. "Good. I don't need any problems. Now, I'll get to the point."

She leaned back, taking out a manila folder from her bag that sat next to her and placing it on the table. Opening it, she tapped a nail against the photo, which showed a blue gem that rested in a crate. Ebbe recognized it; he wasn't sure from where, but he did. It nagged at the back of his brain a little, and he ended up leaning forwards a little, squinting at the photo as if a harder look would somehow shake the information loose from his brain.

"This is a gem currently on display at the Innovation Hall." That explained it. He'd seen it in a photo in a newspaper a week or two back; he hadn't been to any museums in a while, but sometimes he liked to see what the new exhibits were. He didn't recognize it because he'd only seen a photo of it in its display case, which was rather extravagant for what he assumed was just a rock. He wasn't sure why such a thing needed such an ornate pillow. But showing it to them when explaining a job implied-- "I want you to steal it for me."

Right. That. Stealing a priceless gem from a museum.

She continued on with little consideration for anyone's reactions, though no one at the table seem surprised or appalled. To be fair, Ebbe wasn't either of those as well; despite his demeanor, he didn't really have a problem with the idea of theft. Museums participated in theft regularly; he didn't feel all that morally against the idea. It didn't hurt anyone. He was more mildly bewildered by her sheer confidence that no one would have an issue.

"Now, I will be paying handsomely. Half a million for each of you, and you'll get half upfront and half at the end of the job." That was more than he had at his bank account at the moment. The idea she could pay that sort of money was dumbfounding. "The gem will be there for about 3 more weeks, so I expect you to get this done quickly and cleanly. If you all do well, I may have more jobs of a similar nature for you." She scanned over them again "Any questions?"

He tapped on the table with his fingers in a simple, light rhythm, before ultimately deciding to speak up. "You want us to break into the Innovation Hall?" He paused briefly, but not long enough for her to answer before he tacked on "One of the most secure museums in the city. It has the latest security. You want us to break into that?"

"Yes, that is what I said." She eyed him carefully, like she was unsure where the line of questioning was going. "Is that going to be a problem? Because I told you not to waste my time."

He considered it a moment, before ultimately leaning back in his seat and deciding "No.", which was the honest truth. The money was good and this gave him a chance to actually get a better look at the security systems he was fascinated by in action. It seemed like a good deal; granted, it was only a good deal if they didn't get caught, but his curiosity managed to overcome his hesitation.

The woman seemed to be satisfied with that and turned her attention back to the others. "Good. The rest of the information like where you'll be handing off the gem to me is in that folder. If that's all, I'll be leaving you all to figure it out."

#IntriguedButCautious

#TheBar

#LookingFresh

# dreamglow

coded by reveriee.

 

[dreamglow]

aurelien

mood.

this should be easy

location.

the bar

outfit.

here

tags.

elytra

Most people would have flushed and apologized when hearing an obvious dig directed towards their tardiness, but that was not the case with Aurelien. No, he just took a sip of his wine and ignored it. He’d arrived five minutes before the time on the card so technically he was early, everyone else was just super early.

His brow shot up when some wine offers were refused, but before he could comment on it, what appeared to be the woman in charge began to finally speak about the plan and he fell silent. When the woman tapped a finger onto a photo, he leaned over her shoulder to see it better. Eh, it was okay, but he’d seen nicer ones before.

Though everyone else at the table seemed to tense when the word “stealing” was mentioned, Reli merely shrugged and took another sip of his wine. Stealing something was no big deal for him, no big deal for anyone with telekinetic abilities. All someone had to do was disable the museum’s cameras and other security measures for less than a minute and the gem would fly right into his pocket.

Honestly, if this gem was as priceless and important as this woman made it out to be, he was kind of expecting more than $500k. But walking away from this evening with an additional $250k in his bank account didn’t sound too bad, plus it would help pay for that new car he’s been wanting. And three weeks was plenty of time to steal this gem, hell, he could do it tomorrow if someone could disable the security features.

Aurelien looked up and over when the guy sitting across from him at the table began to speak, apparently concerned about the whole ordeal. He didn’t say anything as the woman shut the guy down and kept silent when he was handed the folder containing all of the details. He waited for the woman to depart before opening it and beginning to read.

A few minutes later, he shut the folder and slid it to the middle of the table. ”This should be relatively easy,” he began, speaking with a thick French-Canadian accent. ”Since it looks like I’m the only one here with the telekinetic abilities, I’m the one that’s going to be doing the actual stealing,” Reli looked at the guy across from him before pushing the folder over. ”And since you said ‘us’ when talking to the woman about the ‘mission’, I’m guessing you’re the one that’s going to be handling everything else.”

What this guy’s abilities were, he didn’t know. But he did know that they had to be somewhat decent or else neither of them would be here. ”What is it that you can do?” he wondered, voicing his thoughts. ”Also, that wine in front of you has already been paid for, so taking a sip won’t kill you.” No it hadn’t, but Aurelien was going to pay for it at the end.

devour

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[elytra]

ebbe

larson

'Relatively easy' seemed like a bit of a presumptuous comment to make. That might've just been Ebbe's view of things, though; he never liked to assume things were easy until they were over. If he assumed they were easy, then they were far more likely to go wrong. It was along the lines of that one saying, the one that went 'you're never disapointed if you expect disappointment'. He couldn't say he expected disappointment, per say, because that seemed like an extremely depressing outlook on things, but he did make the assumption that whatever he was doing would be difficult and require whatever effort and energy he had in him to give.

That didn't seem to be the case with the man sitting across from him. He was confident- very confident, but not in the way where he had nothing to lose like some people might when in a situation such as their own. Instead, the telekinetic just seemed to not even consider the possibility that there was a chance of failure. Ebbe almost envied that state of mind; he would get a lot more done if he had the faith that it would go right each and every time. That wasn't how things worked, though. He liked to think that his caution when assuming things would work and his attention to every little detail served some purpose when it came down to it.

He eyed the wine, holding back from saying that it killing him wasn't exactly the problem.. There was no way that the man had paid for it already. There'd been no time to and no way to, considering he'd brought over the bottle when he'd sat down and they hadn't seen a waiter since. It made him a little cautious to try it. He figured, however, that not drinking it would be in some way impolite, because that seemed like the sort of weird, unspoken rule that would exist. Carefully, he took a sip from the glass, before immediately realizing that he was not a wine person and setting it right back down again, trying not to make a face. He would not make for a good member of high society, he was sure of it.

"Security systems." He decided to answer the question directed at him as a form of distraction from the wine. He still held the glass, though, swirling it absentmindedly, giving his hands something to do. "Disabling them. Getting into them. Stuff like that." It didn't sound that impressive, saying it out loud, but what else was he supposed to say? It wasn't like his side projects were known to anyone but him. He'd likely only been hired for his experience with security, and that was it. Unfortunately, saying you worked on objects that could be considered weapons wasn't something you could put on a resume, especially when a good few of them ended up exploding.

He paused, before squinting at the telekinetic and frowning a little, studying him. "....Have you stolen anything before?" It was a hypocritical question, seeing as Ebbe hadn't, but that didn't stop him from asking.

While he didn't bank on success, he personally felt like he could carry his own when it came to following through on whatever plan ended up being made. He didn't want to go into it with someone who couldn't do the same. Considering the other was paying for expensive wine and looked like he was living comfortably, Ebbe had no idea why he would be involved in a heist like the one they were doing. He would say he wasn't the type to make assumptions, but he absolutely was and his current assumption was that the man in front of him was well off and had no real need to get involved. That wasn't the sort of person he wanted to be working with, if he could just drop the job and leave Ebbe floundering.

#NervousAboutWine

#TheBar

#LookingFresh

#@dreamglow

coded by reveriee.

 

[dreamglow]

aurelien

mood.

um... why are you here?

location.

the bar

outfit.

here

tags.

elytra

Aurelien was expecting something a lot different than just ‘security systems’. Something grander, some sort of ability like he himself possessed. Not something that seemed so simple.

Unsure of what to say, he let out a bored sigh before taking a sip of wine. ”So you’re a hacker?” he asked, raising a disinterested brow. ”IT stuff is all you do?” The ‘boring’ wasn’t actually voiced but it was probably heard very well through his tone. He had been expecting to work with someone like himself not someone who relied on computers for everything.

When asked about whether or not he’d stolen anything, Reli just laughed and focused on the swirling wine in his glass. Should he answer honestly? It wasn’t really anyone else’s business whether or not he had, but why not humor everyone. ”Yes,” he started, ”but it’s not like I wake up everyday and go steal something. I only steal big ticket items when paid generously to do so.”

Like this very situation, for example. Granted, he hadn't stolen very often, just a handful of times. Most people didn't see priceless objects in museums and decide to pay someone else millions to get it for them. ”Why were you hired though?” he asked. ”Are you some amazing hacker that everyone wants? Going to black out the museums security system for over an hour?” He just couldn’t figure out what this guy was going to contribute, not unless it was spelled out right in front of him.

But it was obvious they were supposed to be working together on it since the money was to be split two ways. ”Look, regardless of why you’re. . . . needed, we’re going to have to work together,” Aurelien pulled his phone out of his pocket and slid it across the table. ”Put your number in my phone and we’ll find a time to figure out a game plan.”

devour

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[elytra]

ebbe

larson

It was already becoming clear what sort of person Ebbe was dealing with. Arrogant, self-centered, holier-than-thou -- plenty of words existed to describe the man across from him, and Ebbe could think of not one positive aside from possibly 'useful'. That last trait was probably the one thing keeping him from just walking out of the bar, because sure, yes, what he did wasn't really exciting when said out loud. He'd understood than when he said it. He just found it hard to believe that whoever-this-was, even with his ability, could get past security all on his own. Was he himself the most experienced on that front? Of course not. He knew plenty to get by, though. He was useful.

And bitter. He was also a little bitter. He really shouldn't let himself get all turned around because some stranger decided to clearly look down on him, especially when he dealt with people like that all the time. Most of the time, it was clients, who despite having hired the business he worked for seemed to think they knew better in some way and therefore were better. Those sorts tended to be the rich ones, and seeing as the other clearly had money, the attitude really shouldn't have surprised him or affected him. That all said, Ebbe really couldn't help but feel annoyed and, ultimately, hurt, the latter of which was the more embarrassing emotion. He shoved it all down and told himself he would just deal with it, get the experience over with, and then never have to see whoever-this-was again.

That didn't stop him from being a little snippy. "Unless you can take care of security systems on your own, I think it's probably obvious why I was hired." Absentmindedly, he twisted the napkin in front of him, not tearing it but certainly managing to crease it. It was a stupid, unneeded question. He'd been hired, so clearly he had some value. He grappled to that and did his best to not take anything said too seriously.

He nearly didn't take the phone, just to get back at the man for the comments made, even though it didn't really make sense and probably would cause him more problems than it would solutions. Ultimately, he did take it, putting in his number and setting the name to 'Lars'. He wasn't about to have his full name in there, not even a full version of one of his names. Then, he offered the phone back. "Fine. Here." Still a little annoyed, but he couldn't help it. He at least regulated it to just his tone.

#GodGetALoadOfThisGuy

#TheBar

#LookingFresh

#@dreamglow

coded by reveriee.

 

[dreamglow]

aurelien

mood.

time to go

location.

the bar

outfit.

here

tags.

elytra

The distaste was written all over the strangers face and Aurelien could tell it was directed at him. Did he care? No, not in the slightest. Yeah, he was vain and narcissistic, sue him. Nothing wrong with a little bit of self love. Plus, he was incredibly good at what he did. They needed him here.

Reli took another sip of wine and set the glass down, making the mistake of looking up. He didn’t miss the momentary flicker of hurt in the other’s eyes and swallowed, now looking away. He didn’t do well with feelings and had no idea how to handle it when someone else was feeling upset or sad. He just became incredibly awkward and figured it was best to gloss over it and pretend it never happened instead of calling it out.

As he was bringing the glass to his lips once again, he heard the comment about security systems and promptly set it down. ”Security systems aren’t a concern for me,” Not really. "If security actually checks the cameras, all they’ll see is the gems zooming for a split second before they disappear into the crowd. I’m not worried.” Of course, he’d have to position himself strategically but he doubted he’d get caught.

”If they hired you to make my job easier though, by all means, go ahead and shut the security systems down for a minute.” Aurelien was confident he could do it without assistance, but if this guy wanted to be involved then so be it. Plus he wouldn’t have to worry about the very slim chance of them actually catching him.

To say he was mildly surprised when the offer of his phone was accepted would be an understatement. Reli was not expecting any form of compliance whatsoever (and for good reason). He wasn’t exactly making anything easy so was fully expecting his suggestion to be ignored.

Then he drained his wine glass and stood up. "Right,” he began, removing the napkin from his lap and setting it down. ”Now that that’s settled, I’d say we’re done here, correct?” He took the phone back once everything was said and done and slid it into his pocket. ”See you all later.” Then he left without being dismissed, heading over to the bar to pay for the wine.

devour

♡coded by uxie♡