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Lurker

Might fuck around and be in a good mood for once.



| Name |
Oscar Corsair

| Age |
22

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Heterosexual

| Species |
Siren

| Powers |
Charm - Oscar is able to enchant people into doing what it is he wants. It doesn't matter if it's spoken words or a letter he has written, the people that witness the charm feel compelled to follow it. Does not work nearly as well on those that are aware it is happening or expecting it from him.

Desire Sense - To aid in his charm ability, Oscar is able to tell with relatively high accuracy what a person most desires. The better he knows the person the easier and more accurate it is.

| Face Claim |
Logan Lerman

| Eye Color |
Blue

| Hair Color |
Brown

| Height |
6'1



| Likes |
Laying low, video games, netflix, basically anything that doesn't require going outside, marine biology, his aquarium filled with various fish

| Dislikes |
Social events, crowded places, using his powers, being alone, mean spirited people.

| Quirks |
Paces back and forth and talks out loud to himself when in deep thought, talks to his pet fish.

| Fears |
Not being accepted by human society, owls

| Personality |
Kind - Oscar does not have a mean bone in his body. He is always going out of his way for others and tries to see the best in everyone. This is the main reason why he hates using his powers. He considers taking free will away from anyone an incredibly cruel act. He much prefers using his powers for good, trying to help guide people in a way that will help them reach their desires.

Intelligent - The nerd takes his education very seriously and is always trying to gain more knowledge in his daily life. He loves to read about topics that interest him and dreams of one day becoming a teacher for other supernaturals like himself.

Cheerful - It is incredibly rare to find Oscar in a bad mood. He enjoys being the calm in the middle of any storm and prides himself on his ability to make others feel better when he's around.

Shy - The siren is incredibly shy when it comes to meeting new people. This only gets worse when it is a human because he thinks they will judge him if they find out what he is.

Lazy - Oscar will never be caught going outside unless basically forced to. He hates any form of physical activity and would much rather stay inside where it's safe and humanless.

Extravagant - Oscar is absolutely terrible at saving money. If he has just a dollar to his name he will find something to spend that dollar on.



| Bio |
Mythology often gets skewed over the years. This seems to have been what happened with the tale of the sirens. Did his great great great great great times 10 grandparents lure sailors? Yes. Did they eat them? No. Were they half bird half woman? Absolutely not I mean who even came up with that one? All of that to say sirens were pretty much normal people. Even so it didn't stop Oscar from feeling a bias towards them and himself over the years. As he grew up his mother always told him to hide what he was. If people found out they would want to experiment on him and find out what made him tick. Nowadays he knew this was likely hyperbole but it didn't stop the fear of being rejected by humans.

So it was that Oscar lived the majority of his life on his own. Mom had died of brain cancer when Oscar was barely 18 and he'd been alone ever since. That was until he met [Other character in the family, TBD]. They introduced him to their group. One he would eventually even call his family. He loved them all dearly and they were his closest friends. It felt amazing to just be himself around people and not have to worry about being judged.

Everything with the group was perfect until rumblings of the party came up. Oscar realized what was happening probably before they even thought to ask him. A large party. And they needed a bunch of people there. But how would they get all the people to come? He remembered vividly the group sending [Character from before] to come talk to him. They knew s/he was the only one that could convince Oscar. It took days of arguing but he finally gave in and started making the flyers. It was easy to figure out what to say to get the locals interested. Then just add a little charm magic to it and voila. Even though he dragged his feet the entire way he had to admit at least a small part of him was excited to meet his soulmate. If such a thing even existed. How would she react when she found out he charmed her? That they were essentially kidnapping these people?

Oscar's stomach started feeling queasy at the thought. He needed to lie down.

| Theme Song |
Vanilla twilight fuk I don't know

| Anything Extra |
Beauty is the less cool GM
 
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Pride.

Local Mushroom









* Zhu Meilan
















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    #archery







    * n.name(s)
    Meilan will sometimes go by Mei
    * age
    26
    * gender
    Female
    * species
    A squishy human
    * sexuality
    Bisexual







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    * height
    5'9" (170 cm)
    * weight
    140 lbs.
    * build
    She has a slim and slightly muscular build showing off the many years she has put into archery. Meilan could be described as an athletic build but she is rarely going to show it off.
    * scars&mods
    Meilan has both the lobes of her ears pierced and she has a little tattoo of a bow and arrow on her ankle.
    * hair colour
    Dark brown that appears black, she sometimes with dye in other colors. Currently, it's her natural color.
    * eye colour
    A dark coffee brown
    * written
    Meilan is a fairly tall woman being a bit above the average height and when she is wearing her athletic wear you can see her toned arms and back. She practices nearly every day so if anyone pays attention you can tell how much she loves doing archery. Meilan tends to hide her built form under sweaters and hoodies because a part of her is a bit uncomfortable showing them off. Whenever you catch Meilan on the job then you will see her in a completely different look. She has her hair up in a ponytail and she is in her athletic wear, and she just looks generally in the zone. When she is off work she lets her hair down and just lets herself be engulfed in comfortable but cute clothes.
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    #dragons







    * n.name(s)
    He will let people who are close to him call him Kai
    * age
    25
    * gender
    Male
    * species
    Li Kai is a dragon, his family is from a line of Chinese Dragons
    * sexuality
    Pansexual







    #he/him




    #scales&fangs




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    * height
    511" (177 cm)
    * weight
    178 lbs.
    * build
    Li Kai is on the taller side of the spectrum, while he is shorter than some of the other guys he doesn’t really care. He has more of a lean build, so he has muscle just not a lot of it.
    * scars&mods
    Li Kai has both his ears pierced but he doesn’t have any mods beyond that. It is also hard to find any scars on him because of his abilities.
    * hair colour
    Dark brown that appears black
    * eye colour
    A dark drown with flecks of gold
    * written
    Li Kai is a man that draws eyes. He is very good-looking and has no problem admitting this either. He only kind of makes it worse by dressing really nicely, you will hardly see this man in sweats and a t-shirt unless you are like his family. Otherwise, he makes sure that he is looking nice. This does not mean he is going to be in like three-piece suits all the time but you know his usual style is business casual and the like. It’s not because he is picky about what he wears, he just feels uncomfortable when he goes out looking underdressed in his opinion. He also keeps himself really well groomed as well. His dark-colored hair is cut neatly and he almost always has it styled to keep it off of his eyes. Li Kai is just a very well-put-together man.
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    Jung Jaehyun


















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“Yeah? Big bad world, huh? Bitch, please! Cry me a river...then you can drown in it.”





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Cheryl







full name

Cheryl Anabelle Hernandez Guerrera






nicknames

Cherry; Cher






age

19






gender

female






sexuality

heterosexual






species

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Gangsta


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5'4






hair color

black






eye color

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||Virtues||

BOLD - Cheryl is open and runs her mouth all the time. FIne, not exactly a virtue all the time but her bold and courageous persona saved her ass quite a few times. She is not afraid to speak up, not afraid to act. And once she likes you, she will do the same for you, fight the world.

AMIABLE - being alone for most of her life taught Cher a valuable lesson. She needed to be friendly and open to people because it really really sucked to not have friends, to never be approached by a friendly face. Now, any time she sees a person who could use a friend, she approaches them, engages in a conversation and simply makes them feel wanted and appreciated.

FULL OF LIFE - life is a stage to her, an empty canvas Cheryl is ready and willing to fill with images and she is simply full of energy, does everything 110%, never says no to a challenge and simply enjoy life to the fullest never to miss an opportunity for a new experience.


||Vices||

RECKLESS - there are not many cases when Cheryl actually thinks first before acting. If it is a good idea, she’s in and just try to stop her. She dives in, head first and no matter how much she can get hurt, there is no day like today for sure.

FOUL-MOUTHED - growing up in a group home made sure that Cheryl obtained the vocabulary of a sailor. She cusses and swears like the best of them and always will. Speaking her mind, calling bullshit when she sees it requires the proper vocab anyway.

ADDICT - it is pretty rare to see Cheryl without a slim menthol cigarette between her plush lips. But that’s just the beginning because she takes anything, has her own large stashes of any edible, pills, cigarettes, powders, you name it, she has it. And takes it as well.






likes

dogs - red color - bourbon - smoking - binge drinking - getting high - coffee - attention - sweet pastries - drug parties - rough sex - sleeping in - leather jackets - party drugs






dislikes

rap music - cold and rain - being lied to - authorities - being bored - pigeons - insects - being said she can’t - assholes - pineapple on pizza - sushi - sexism






fears

- clowns
- heights
- enclosed spaces






quirks

- always has a lollipop at hand
- chainsmokes when nervous
- plays with her rings a lot


















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history









The night was dark and full of terrors… That’s how a lot of creepy stories begin. And this one too. Kind of. It was one dark night when two shady figures appeared from around the corner, a man and a woman. Judging from their walk, neither of them was sober but they managed. And the woman was carrying something. Like a pile of towels, or a blanket. Or a newborn. A small squirming bundle that many find to be their greatest joy. Not these two.

Cheryl grew up in a group home, never knowing who her real parents were. And she never asked. Her group home was never really the rainbows and unicorns place and from the very first second she could walk, Cher had to defend herself and fight for everything she had. With every passing day, the dark haired girl hated that place more and more and swore to everything that was saint to her that once she was gone from here, she would make her life the most perfect she ever could. That was her promise.

The loonies in the house never left her alone. She was the tiniest of them, even the younger kids were taller and well, she was just a late riser. But what she lacked in her height, she certainly had in her temperament. It was the Hispanic blood in her veins, never letting her stay quiet, never letting her remain quiet. She was a fighter from day one. And naturally, a troublemaker.

When she hit her eighteenth birthday, before she could make her glorious departure, she was thrown out of the group home with a small duffel bag of her possessions. Grumbling and cussing, the girl grabbed her bag and walked away, determined to keep her promise to herself. To get a better life. From there, it wasn’t too long to find her crowd. And him. Cisco was everything the girl ever dreamed about. Tall, handsome, dark, dangerous. He had it all. Their twisted little fairy tale started like in a Hallmark movie, they just...bumped into each other. But it was a happy, happy day. And love at first sight. After two or three meetings, Cisco invited Cherry to live with him and the gang. The real gang. Cheryl, being the inexperienced young girl she was, got in, soaked in the adventure of the shady world and soon, she was ears deep in.

What she didn’t know at first was how dangerous that place was. Really dangerous. But dating the gang leader proved to be an advantage. She was protected more than ever, spoiled rotten and brought to every party she could imagine. Spiraling down, Cheryl started to live her live in the moment. Booze and drugs were her everyday hobby. Weed, coke, acid, molly, pills, anything. She took it like candy, washing it down with any alcohol she could lay her hands on. Inside the gang, there was freedom. Anarchy if you will. She was the President’s girl but if he decided to share, he would share her. And Cherry never minded, she was drinking and fucking the first league, shameless as she was.

It was a year after she met this devil when he decided he had enough. Cheryl almost fainted. The bastard threw her out just like that. But Cher decided to go down with a bang. Filling her bag with all the party treats she could, she also emptied Cisco’s safe, stole his money and trashed the common room, breaking everything she found. The floor was covered in alcohol once she was done and from there, it was easy, all she had to do was light a match. And she did. Burned the place down to ashes.

Being free of everyone and all the shackles, bags filled with money and party favors, Cherry was free to do whatever she wanted. She left the town and traveled across the States for a while but no place felt like home. She stayed somewhere for a week or two and then she moved on. In search if the place she was actually going to start calling her home, she wandered to the small town just in time for the masquerade ball. Well, isn’t she the lucky duck? Let’s find out.


















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mood.

Member
Ximena
Scott
I never signed up for your drama club
Basic Information
Full Name
Ximena Yael Scott
Nicknames
Xime or Mena
Species
Human
Gender
Cis Female
Age
19
Romantic Orientation
Heteroromantic
Sexuality
Demisexual
Appearance
Hair Color
Brown
Eye Color
Brown
Height
4'11

A tiny yet fierce thing, Ximena stands at 4'11, with a curvy figure. She has caramel tanned skin, paired with wavy brown hair and wise brown eyes. As far as makeup goes, she isn't one to wear a lot of it. She does enjoy experimenting every once and a while, but on a typical day she only wears mascara. Style wise, she tends to dress more in a skater style. She loves a good crop top though and still follows the trends as best as she can, in her budget. As far as tattoos and piercings go, she had a nose piercing before but took it out.
Personality

organized. Ximena knows where everything in her life is, at all times and that doesn't just apply to her objects. Everything she does is meticulously planned out to ensure it's success.
hot headed. Ximena is not known as being the kindest of people. She is abrasive, painfully honest, and states her opinion when she feels like it. It's rather easy to get the young woman fired up, but hard to shut that emotion down.
intelligent. Ximena spent quite a bit of her childhood just reading books. She was always a gifted child and continues that thirst for knowledge into her adulthood.
disrespectful. Ximena is not the biggest fan of authority. She doesn't care who you think you are or how much money you have, she's going to treat you the same way you treat her. And that gets her into a lot of trouble.
outgoing. Though Ximena may not be the kindest person, she is incredibly non judgemental. She is the type of person you go to hang out with when you feel like crap and she will make you laugh until you cry.
morbid. Partially due to her past and the other part due to her poor social skills, Ximena has no problem talking about things that others may view as dark. She just makes jokes out of things others view as sad
Backstory
Ximena and her twin brother Alejandro were given up for adoption at birth, so they were in and out of foster families from a young age. The foster system isn't fun for anyone, but these two specifically seemed to always get the worst foster parents or siblings, probably because Ximena was labeled as a "difficult" child. Thankfully, when they were nine, they were finally adopted by their now fathers, Michael and Nicholas. They were never rich, quite the opposite in fact, as their fathers spent a lot of their money adopting four more children. Growing up, Ximena spent a lot of time reading and working on cars with Nicholas, so she had a passion for machines at a young age. Now, at age 19, she is taking a gap year before going to school for engineering.
Relationships
Michael and Nicholas: Her fathers. These three are incredibly close and Ximena could not ask for better parents. She strives to be like them in every area of her life. She doesn't know what she'd do without them
Alejandro: Her twin brother. She loves him with all her heart and doesn't know what she'd do without him. These two are really struggling with the idea of being separated after this year.
Christopher, Anna, Caleb, and Madison: Her adopted siblings. The age order is Alejandro, Ximena, Anna, Madison, Christopher and Caleb. She's very close to all of them and will definitely be sad to leave them when school begins.
More Info
Likes & Dislikes

+ Video games, snakes, the moon, photography, D&D, skateboarding, and roller blading.
- Flower crowns, cats, stand up comedy, slam poetry, ugly sweaters, and complaining.


Quirks and Fears

quirks was a horse girl, now is a snake girl; messes with her hair constantly
fears fire, being alone forever
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New Member


Name: Daniel Lanon
Nicknames: Dan/Danny
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Werewolf

Face Claim: Rafael Miller
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 6'1
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: None


Likes:
-Dogs
-Head scratches
-Racing
-Staring at the stars
-Sports of any kind
-The forests
-Climbing
-Buffets

Dislikes:
-Cats
-Poachers
-Powerful odors
-Obnoxiously loud sounds
-Anything that's too sweet
-Needless conflict
-Suits (prefers casual clothing for a more natural feeling)
-Christmas sweaters (they're itchy)

Quirks:
-Scratches the back of his head when nervous
-Bares his teeth when angry
-Tends to walk in gigantic circles whenever anxious

Fears:
-Losing those he finds dear to him
-Losing control of his inner beast
-Humanity

Virtues:
-Kind
-Hardworking
-Loving
-Intelligent (sometimes)
-Loyal

Vices:
-Cautious
-Hardheaded
-Stubborn
-Pessimistic
-Impatient



Bio:
In many legends and tales, werewolves were often described as feral monsters with no sense of humanity when the brightness of day had ceased into darkness. They were vicious predators who sought only the thrill of the chase towards lonesome travelers that found themselves in their territory. With this, humanity had grown fearful of these mystical beasts, and rightfully so, as all legends pose some truth to them. As time went by, werewolves slowly grew to control their inner beast and were able to transform without losing themselves to what they referred to as "The Hunt." Though, there still existed one law that all of Daniel's kind followed. And that was under no circumstance should one transform under the night of a full moon. Packs were implemented as a way for werewolves to watch over their brethren, ensuring that none would succumb to their beast. The strongest of each pack was designated as an Alpha, who often oversaw the younger pups as they struggled the most to defeat the temptation of The Hunt. Werewolves were allowed to leave a pack, granted they have permission from their Alpha. However, whenever one bares a child, they must immediately return for safety procedures.

Raised by his Father after his mother had succumbed to her inner beast, Daniel grew alongside fellow werewolves far away from human society, such as all his kind did. He was taught how to hunt his own food, climb the steepest mountains, and how to properly defend himself against foes that would wish to do him harm. Each task was created to help create a strong mental fortitude to battle one's inner beast and was mandatory to ensure their species didn't fall into a dark path as they had done so long ago. Daniel would often play and wrestle with his fellow pups when not trained by his elders. It was important for young pups to experience a steady childhood still while still under the stress of taming themselves. As years went by, with each passing full moon that tempted his kind, Daniel was able to control himself without the guidance of his pack and was soon granted permission by his Alpha to set out with his Father to live among human society. Daniel was one of the younger pups to manage to obtain such authorization from his Alpha. However, while most would be overwhelmed with joy, Daniel was filled with wariness. The old stories often told of those who saw them nothing more than a mere beast that could not be saved. Should his secret be discovered by any human, he would more than indeed be hunted. Even he was able to control his beast, temptation always existed within their minds. They could never entirely rid themselves of the animal beneath, only suppress it. And that fear of losing himself would only follow him throughout his life.

Life among humans was typically odd for the young pup, especially when he had joined one of their schools. The elders usually taught him during breaks from their regular routine. Everything would always be so silent, as not one pup would dare disrespect an elder. However, humans seemed always to laugh and disrupt classrooms at any given notice. Humans at this age seemed to live carefree lives in the comfort of one another. Even when they fought, things seemed to always work out in the end. Those that held a dislike for one another could suddenly develop in a bond given certain circumstances. It was a beautiful sight to see, but for the pup, his ignorance of human customs often made it difficult to make conversation with humans. He was just happy to watch how things unfolded from a distance.

As usual, during lunchtime, the young pup would sit alone as he watched his classmates eat and laugh together. Though this time, a human approached him. A fellow boy named Aaron who had shortly arrived as a transfer student a few months after he did. It had seemed neither of them had been successful at making friends with the other kids. They shared a pleasant exchange of greetings towards one another before the bell rang for class to begin. Each passing day, Aaron would take his seat next to Daniel. Each day, their conversations would increase. And each day, they would share in each other's laughter and comfort. Daniel had soon made his first friend. The two boys did everything together. They played outside, played video games, and pulled a few pranks on their parents more than once or twice. Daniel's Father wasn't too pleased about looking for his left shoe for twenty minutes, but when he saw the two boys together, he couldn't help but smile at the bond they shared.

Daniel would soon learn how to be himself amongst the humans. His hyperactive and friendly persona blossomed as his inner circle of friends grew. He would continue to learn of their culture and experience what it meant to be young in the human realm. His popularity skyrocketed when he soon started playing sports and became the star running back on his school's football team. He received nonstop invitations from his peers to join them at parties which he happily accepted. However, even with his evergrowing popularity and large circle of friends, the young boy he had sat at the lunch table with would always be his best friend. His fears still dwelled in his mind, but he was able to live freely as himself among those he had feared. And he had Aaron to thank for it.

It had been stressful over the last few months as finals were closing in on him. He had promised Aaron he would join him as his wingman so he could hang out with his crush at some party out in the countryside. He needed a break from his constant studying. It had been months since he had been to a good party. However, there laid an issue with tonight. Daniel's head would often glance out the window as he peered into the night, as the sight of a full moon that seemed to stare back at him constantly dwindled in his head. He had never had an accident or a mishap occur, and typically, it wasn't a risk he would usually take. However, Aaron promised that if things didn't work out, they would leave and play Smash Bros for the next few hours or so. The wolf sighed as he picked himself up from his desk as he got dressed for the party. Lately, he had been getting the scent of marijuana from these parties. He wasn't against it by any means, though the smell always gave him a headache due to his keen sense of smell. The two boys had met with one another, and the scent of marijuana instantly filled his nostrils as he asked his best friend if he had been partaking in such a thing. Aaron knew he had a sensitive sense of smell, though after he had said it was a simple one-night thing to see how it felt, Daniel didn't mind it too much.

Everything had gone exactly as they planned. Daniel played his role as the wingman, Aaron was with the girl, and now he was standing on the balcony by his lonesome as his peers partied inside. Something was just off about tonight. Generally, while the loud music hurt his ears, he was always busy having too much fun to even care or notice until after the party was over. Though all he could do was stare at the moon as the forests that surrounded the house seemed to have a much more alluring look than they did before. His ears perked up as the sound of howls echoed throughout the forest. It almost felt like something was calling out to him. He had almost let out a howl himself before quickly covering his mouth and leaving the house.

The boy, allured by the darkness of the night, ventured deep within the woods as the light of the moon shined over him. With each step, his posture changed. With each breath, his mind hesitated. But the one constant was that this feeling was incredible. The sensation of the full moon, the howls in the night, the deep woods where prey lurked around every corner. Was this feeling a figment of his imagination? Or perhaps, did it always feel this good when he let loose a little bit? His grip over his mentality slowly lingered as he further ventured into the woods. The weight of the beast in his mind felt exhilarating. He had felt the beast many times but never like this. Was this what The Hunt felt like? His body felt light, rejuvenated even. An exhilarating thrill leaking from his body as a sense of purpose and freedom echoed in his chest. What was the big deal with transforming under the full moon? It would only be a few minutes. What was the harm? They were werewolves, weren't they? Shouldn't they accept their nature? Daniel could feel his teeth sharpen as his eyes glowed in the darkness. The temptation in his mind continued to grow as the pup delivered a howl at the moon. His ears twitched at the sound of a snapping tree branch. While yet not transformed, the predator's instincts quickly kicked in as the pup ran and pounced on the victim. In an instant, Daniel was on top of his best friend as his sharp teeth bared themselves. His eyes shined brightly in the dark with their wolf-like appearance.

He began to recall the memories they shared. When they first met at the lunch table, when they introduced one another to each other's parents, and every birthday party at one another's house. Each memory was something Daniel held dear in his heart, and suddenly, his head began to ring in agony. The pup grabbed his head as he forced himself off of Aaron, feeling his beast attempting to seize his mind as he howled in agony at the night sky. Daniel struggled with each passing second as he felt his teeth slowly sink to their human-like appearance. His eyes no longer glowed in the dark, but the pain he experienced continued until he could no longer feel the beast within his mind. Daniel had defeated his beast, but when he saw Aaron's face, all he could see was fear. He had almost taken the life of someone that meant the world to him, and with that, he began to run away.

Daniel had moved shortly after notifying his Father about what had happened. His Father was worried at first, though, since Aaron was experimenting with drugs for the first time, it would have been deduced as nothing more than a bad hallucination. He wasn't sure if Aaron had told anyone or if he even believed what happened during that night was real. It didn't matter in the end. Daniel had a mistake that could have killed someone dear to him. He couldn't look him in the face after what happened. He just needed to escape. At his new school, Daniel had returned to watching those from a distance. While he had felt empty, he had at least knew others would be safe this way. He had many people approach him in friendly manners, but he would always make an excuse not to be around them for long. He was soon offered to join a family of supernatural beings, which he quickly denied at first. However, seeing his son in distress, his Father was able to convince him to join. While he loved his new family and appreciated them for how they all were, he was still scared that the beast would return to claim his mind once again. And now he would have to choose a soulmate to spend the rest of his life with? Would he be able to tame his beast should something occur? Would they help him overcome his fears? Only time will tell.

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Goldieloxx

you are gold baby. solid gold.




Name: Aleigha Pratt
Nickname: Leah
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Species: Human

Face Claim: Stefanie Scott
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Light Brown
Height: 5'2
Body Mods: Ears

Likes: music | writing | true crime | taking care of others | incense & candles | taking pictures | chokers
Dislikes: people thinking she's a pushover | jelly beans | lurk | getting wasted | bees | organized religion | turtlenecks
Quirks: she carries a notebook with her most of the time | has an obsession with colorful pens
Fears: losing loved ones | heights | enclosed spaces

Personality:
ツ passionate
ツ caring
ツ empathetic
✘ impulsive
✘ proud
✘ emotional

Bio:
Aleigha comes from a big family, where she's pretty much stuck in the middle. She has three older siblings, two brothers and a sister, and then three younger ones, a younger sister and then a set of twins. Their parents had always wanted a big family, and they definitely got their wish. Growing up, there was never a quiet moment in the Pratt household. There was always something going on-- someone screaming, someone crying, someone bashing one of their siblings over the head with a toy shovel (which Leah still has a small scar from over her left eyebrow). While Leah learned how to defend herself well, she also had to sacrifice privacy and alone time.

It was partially thanks to that and partially because of her mother's illness that Leah took on a motherly role for her siblings, even the older ones. For quite a few years, Leah's mother kept her illness a secret, but then the time came where she couldn't hide it anymore. She was losing weight, tired all the time and needed help more often than not. Later on, even simple tasks such as cooking and cleaning were too much for the woman, so Leah and her siblings picked up the slack as best they could. For the most part, though, these tasks fell on Leah to delegate or just do herself. Her older siblings were focused on school, and her younger ones were just that: young.

So as always, Leah was stuck in the middle, trapped between two worlds. She was thirteen when her mother finally succumbed to the illness, and they buried her that year. Their father threw himself into work, because he had seven children to care for. Leah's oldest brother dropped out of school to get a job, and the next brother ended up dropping as well, only he ended up on the wrong side of the law and ended up in prison. Leah's older sister graduated high school and went off to college, leaving Leah behind to continue to take care of her younger siblings.

Now at nineteen, she has graduated high school as well and works part time at a local pet store. Her younger sister is fifteen and the twins are ten, so while they are still pretty self sufficient, Leah is still the mother figure in their lives. She got the invite to the party but wasn't planning on going, and had even threw the invite in the trash. Her older sister found the invite as she was home from school on break, and insisted Leah go. After some pleading for Leah to actually have a life of her own, her sister finally convinced her to go.

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c'est la vie







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High places are reserved for harsh realities.





Yu Xiang
















Fenghuang



YU XIANG







nicknames

Fanfare, Roasted or Toasted Chicken (Tanwen)






age

25






gender

male






sexuality

bisexual






Species

Fenghuang, Phoenix






Titles

Phoenix, Bird of Paradise, Vermillion Bird, Bird of Wrath, King of Birds, Bird of Many Names































Industry Baby


Lil Nas X




















01.



visage

















face claim

Ten [NCT/WayV]






height

5'11"






weight

169 lbs.






eyes

a soft brown, in some lights they look like a dark amber






hair

dark, appears black in low light and brown with more light; however, he may dye it





Scent

fresh air, firewood, and strong tea























02.



personality









Xiang is charismatic but somewhat reserved, while he would look to grab attention of an audience in his previous life, he doesn't necessarily want the same scale of notoriety, only for the sake of his family's security. Though he would not fully deny that he did miss that period in his life, there's some very nice perks for being left to your own devices with just four other close friends. He certainly uses his fame and networking to gain leverage in the sea of supers, and should it be called for, among mortal men and women. He has a semi-formal air to himself, staying "professional" as much as possible, but he has swayed to some mischievous shenanigans before. His acting profession often causes him to do jokes where he creates a skit on the spot, or turns things into something dramatic, meant for a point of comedy. Xiang will study others and is generally good about remaining calm, or if he feels he will not, will go somewhere else to calm down. He's not a person you'll often see yelling or fighting (physically), unless he is deflecting strikes and subduing an assault. He also does not tolerate yelling* and will simply walk away or ignore the ruckus. He's a guy who will extend his hand when it seems no one else is or not enough hands are offered to a credible cause. By no means is the "immortal" bird a goody-goody, but he knows how frustrating things can be without help, but he could learn to receive that same help from himself and others. Groomed in his family was learning how to toil with your own troubles within yourself despite offers of help and confidentiality between family members. There is this seesaw of dealing with ones own problems and knowing when to seek help, and it's not always balanced, but he does his best and usually reprieves his dark clouds by his creative skits and theatrical whims.

While he is mostly mature, he can be deceptively petty but means to be "above such things." Getting him to admit any petty retaliation is entirely impossible, even if you caught him on camera. He may joke or play a awkward or self-deprecating character for a story, etc. from time to time, but he is plainly confident. He's proud, though sometimes annoyed, by where he comes from and can be wittingly sharp to strangers who lack respect, though this may be self-curbed if the youngers are present in attempt to calm them down if they are provoked by whatever. He is readily surprised by indiiduals that do not show civil respect, and he assumes they were not raised properly, because otherwise, what excuse would they have? He isn't a vigilante carrying out justice beatings, but all the same he does not excuse senseless blame and an unwillingness to go after something/assume it should be easy or fall in your lap.

His arms are open, and he's entirely an approachable, social, flamboyant nut; even while also needing his pockets of solo free time. As much as he adores sharing conversations and thoughts with others, he appreciates the time he can read a book quietly instead of being mindful about the complexities of people. He has fun playing all sorts of games and pranks, as well as wrangling his siblings in ways Li Kai cannot; often humoring them and their fun to then turn them over to his elder's sensible directions. Everyone wins. He is one for teasing and nicknames, and also has his wholesome moments. Just don't interrogate him on the matters he doesn't offer to speak on, or distance may widen between you and him. He can space out, and he often has periods where he feels lost without explanation.






likes

Russel Stover's sugar-free pecan caramel delights covered in dark chocolate, peaches and plums, the weather, fireworks (especially sparklers he becomes a child or a dumbass frat boy), cotton, tea and boba tea, memory foam, flying, doing literally anything in the air, spending his money because he can (he usually buys anything but the stereotypical rich-guy stuff aside from accessories and clothes), his tour bus






dislikes

polyester and cheap material, coffee (to him it smells like cat piss), mud, fast "luxury" cars (they look nice but he thinks they are trashy flexes), salesmen, airplanes (he feel slike he is in a flying cage, and the fact that he could just fly instead, it drives him crazy that if he had to get on one he'd need to take a zannex or something), foxes (their noises scare and startle the shit out of him)






fears

capsizing, drowning, hurting others, being incapable of saving or helping others, being held down/suffocation (this is a reoccuring nightmare)






quirks

chilling in the rafters of the houselike they're couches, cracking nuts, crab legs, and hard shells of fish in place of popcorn during movies, likely because how active he can be and going on without stopping he may fall asleep anywhere, Stashes snackes in multiple random places across the mansion, smacks lips, sometimes when focusing hard his tongue sticks out, when trying to understand something his face looks like he's about to bury you down six feet under, clicking pens, playing with his cuff links and or watch/other accessories


















03.



biography









Xiang comes from a family of Fenghuangs, whose influence not only continues in China but also in other East Asian countries such as Korea, Japana, Vietnam, etc. though the name may be translated differently. His family pride themselves on being elegant, respectable, confident leaders and influencers with the first born groomed to head the family come their time. I'm sure you're getting the family photo. A wealthy and powerful family with a large sphere of influence, their notoriety and connection reach all over the world, including the US.

Xiang as the second born asked to move to the US to further pursue his interest and goals. Talented and with an image they approved of, the request was approved with grandma showferring his arrival. Even with lavish lines and pockets, it was still a struggle. His english was not perfected by books but by his experiences between the people he encountered. His victories were not bought or manipulated but won by himself, and while he would have appreciated their pride in him, for himself. He became a rising star, an actor with connections and achievement, cultivated by his own efforts and not a name. Something he knows would be different if he were back home. He had it all, the girl (yes he had a girlfriend at this time, he thought she was great), the fanbase, the money, the contracts, and soon nominations for rewards. For awhile it was great, a golden age in his life. But even while life seemed good, at least in appearance to everyone, he himself was not feeling as happy as he thought he should. He wasn't sure what it was, even today if he were asked. He maintained his career and positive image, but behind the scenes fell into something of a void of feeling. Xiang was never one to see the appeal in substances, but in a moment of desperation, accepted drugs to cope or stave whatever it was that plagued him. This turned out to be a horrible choice, as we all know drugs are bad, and in Xiang's case he went through multiple overdoses.

One of the aftermaths of these ODs, [SUPER FAMILY MEMBO HERE] found him and told him about their hub. A safe place for him, that he clearly needed, provided he wouldn't be bringing his habit with him if not try not to use again. Through some hesitation and odd encounters he did so, on a whim, reitirng from his profession and ceasing a majority of his contact both with his family and girlfriend (he did tell her they would no longer be together). While learning to live again like a basic being, he realized he had several problems going on that he had repressed to focus on his work and appearing content, bubbly, anything but a negative emotion. And how certain things that he knew about that were harmful to him he went on allowing to exist without action for the ske of having them. He became much happier, and formed a more open and warm connection between his current family where before he had been a trophy to both his family and those that "knew" him.

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05.



connections

















The Covener



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The Maverick



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The Pariah



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The Bridge



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The Turncoat



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The Obscured



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miscellaneous

















qotd

a rabbit






qotd

hello




















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eyyliner

ミ✭

basics
persona
personality
history









  • sapphire blue
    지우 (Jiwoo)
    [maison — ep, 2019]





    NAME.
    sun jinhai.

    NICKNAMES.
    jin, open.

    AGE.
    twenty-four years old.

    GENDER.
    cisgender male.

    SEXUALITY.
    bisexual, pan-romantic.

    SPECIES.
    human.






    FACE CLAIM.
    xu minghao.

    EYE COLOR.
    brown.

    HAIR COLOR.
    black.

    HEIGHT.
    181 cm (5’11”)

    TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.
    no tattoos, 2 piercings on each ear.

sun jinhai



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RabidGravity

Abominable Squirrelman
solaris green
a mysterious human

Name: Solaris Green
Nickname: Sol, Soly, Little Green
Age: 20
Gender: female
Sexuality: heterosexual
Species: human

Face Claim: banita sandhu
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: brown
Height: 5'3"
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc. both ears pierced

Likes: dogs, cats, reading, writing, playing the violin, fashion, studying, going to parties with her friends, laughing, being ridiculous
Dislikes: taking everything seriously, bright colors, loud music, most men, being taken away from her friends and family and forced to stay with someone she doesn't even know
Quirks: taps the tips of her fingers to her thumb when she's nervous, rocks back and forth when sitting cross legged
Fears: spiders, she has a super bad fear of them, and the pitch black, if she can't see the moon and stars she starts getting upset

Personality:
Quiet: Solaris is actually a very quiet girl. It's not that she's dumb or stupid, she just prefers to observe rather than comment. When she has something to say, she'll speak up, but until then, she'd just rather live a life of quiet beauty, observing everything around her.
Pleasant: Solaris is very polite and though she might fade into the background sometimes, she is a pleasant presence to be around. Because even though she's quiet, she's always giving you her full attention and listening with rapt fascination. She always has a polite little smile on her face and has an aura that shows that she truly enjoys herself.
Kind: Solaris is one of those people who's just nice. She's the girl who helped other kids pick up their books when they fell down. Or she's the girl who went out of her way to help the mother with the crying baby on the train. She's just a nice girl who doesn't mind helping other people feel better when they're down on their luck or look uncomfortable in a situation. It's how she's made so many friends.
Daydreamer: Solaris is a hopeless romantic in the sense that she dreams of another time and sometimes that gets in her way. She's always daydreaming about going to balls and living in castles or fighting dark knights and meeting witches. She wants so desperately to live a life of fantasy and sometimes the fact that she can't gets her depressed. She longs for something other than a mundane life and that daydreaming, waiting for something, means that the real world is passing her by.
Secretive: Solaris, because of her quiet nature, comes off as secretive and actually is a very bad communicator. She keeps most of her troubles, successes, and other things to herself and ends up making others worry or become angry with her because she has such trouble communicating. She herself thinks it might be because she doesn't want anyone to get too close and end up hurting her.
Depressed: Solaris's depression is hereditary, so she'll have it all her life. This one is pretty self-explanatory, sometimes she just feels sad and can't help it. It means her room is covered in clothes and she stresses out over little things.
Bio: Solaris grew up in a single mother household, so she didn't have much. But she likes to think she had her mother and that was enough. She grew up loving classical things and hoping that someday she could go live out a fairytale. She started playing the violin at ten years old in her school orchestra program. From then on, music was her life. She dedicated her life to the violin and loves to play whenever, wherever. Her mother, a nurse at the local hospital, didn't make a whole lot of money for a two person household, so if Solaris wanted to go to school, she had to work hard. And work hard she did. The violin was her ticket to school, she thought, so she practiced hard and studied harder.
Now Solaris is twenty and taking a quick break from school, in a music program that will leave her being able to get into the best orchestras around.

Theme Song: Merry Go Round of Life - Joe Hisaishi
Anything Extra: Has a dog named Archie.

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Yellow Swan

Why Stop Dreaming When You Wake?
Wen
Name
Tanwen Pendragon

Nickname(s)
Wen, Wendy

Gender
Female

Age
19

D.O.B.
December 7th

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Species
Dragon (Welsh)

Over And Over Again
Nathan Sykes
(feat. Ariana Grande)

Sub-class
White Dragon

Personality


Hard-Working/Optimistic
For the most part Tanwen looks on the ‘brighter’ side of things. However she also knows that one cannot expect favorable results by doing absolutely nothing.


Friendly/Polite
First impressions usually last the longest, so why not be pleasant?

Compassionate
While Tanwen is a little ‘above the rest’ attitude, it doesn’t mean everyone else is worthless. A life matters and sometimes everyone needs to be given a break or a helping hand. If that wasn’t so, then the world would only have a single creature.

Dogmatic
Tanwen outside of the fact she was still raised by someone with ‘Red Dragon Pride’; Being raised by what she sees as a kind and just Father has given her unwarranted ‘truths’ in her life that she’ll often assume is right.

Overcritical
This is more impactly on herself. Being an only child in a single parent home has taught her responsibility is necessity therefore everything she does has dire consequences. Even if they don’t, she’d still be in her own mind tearing herself over it.

Slightly Patronizing
On a whole Tanwen does believe she is better than most people, but she was taught Dragons were on the top of the supernatural chain. Obviously not this way in America but it’s hard to completely dismiss when you are the Grand daughter of ‘Red Dragon Pride’ (While White Dragons are below Red Dragons, Grandpa doesn’t like the Loong A.K.A Chinese Dragons)

Quirks

Great cook in that Homebaker kind of way Ambidextrous Can’t swallow and walk at the same time.

Fears

Incompatibility with her Soulmate Losing her Dad Sharp things impaling herself Getting Lost/Stranded

Persona

Chin up princess or the crown will slip.​

Height
5' 8", ≈172 cm

Weight
130lbs, 59 kg

Build
Slender firm body with smaller curves

Hair
Blonde

Eyes
Blue

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc
Ears double pierced; Cuff piercing on right ear.

fc
Elle Fanning
https:///www.history-and-background.com/Tanwen-Pendragon
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History
Pendragon’s were an upstanding family of high status in their home country of Wales. So much so their existence has persevered through the history of ‘legends’. Indeed the Red Dragons, or better known as Y Ddraigs Goch, were a special kind of proud. Though outsiders would label them as supremacists and they wouldn’t be wrong. They lorded over the other supernatural beings, including other Dragon species. There was a particular Dragon species, also native, that the Pendragons loathed; Y Ddraigs Wen: The White Dragons.

How exactly the feud started is no longer relevant to the hatred the two have for each other. The White Dragons only have one little blurb in history, only thanks to the dozens of stories of the Red Dragons. Even the Afanc have more stories and they are considered glorified witless demons who live in water. The White Dragons think the Red Dragons are pathetic that they hold on to human paper, as if their acknowledgment was some kind of blessing.

Approximately 70 years ago, a tale as old as time, a romance fopaux. Fate, like always, shook up the world. A Red Dragon and a White Dragon; Soulmates. The lovers tried to get their families to reconcile, but it only fueled new reasons. Saddened that their loved ones couldn’t see what they saw in each other. They fled to America, where their families would be unwilling to touch such treasonous lands.

That was the story of Æthelweard Pendragon and Goiva Godwin. The Grandparents of Tanwen.

Æthelweard and Godiva had two Sons; Edmund and Æðelric . Edmund left home in search of his purpose, while Æðelric stayed.

Æðelric met his soulmate at the very same ball that was held during his time. Though his soulmate couldn’t comprehend or handle the situation, and he ultimately took pity on her and allowed her to leave him and Tanwen. While he is in constant heartache at the loss of his soulmate he knows it was the right choice for the happiness of Tanwen and her mother.


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Biography

Tanwen Pendragon grew up with only her father. Her mother, a human soulmate, couldn’t accept. That's the way her Father told her but really her human Mother, April, mostly felt trapped and disgusted. She was plagued with past trauma that made her self-destructive. Most likely she also had severe Depression along with self-esteem and body dysmorphia issues. Things her young Father didn't know how to deal with. It was during one of her more stable moments that she got pregnant and Tanwen's Father was at the mercy of April's erratic and suicidal manipulation. In the end her Father let her mother go like she wanted in hopes that Tanwen could have a peaceful life and maybe April could find help amongst her kind.

Nevertheless Tanwen would overall call her childhood good. Skinned knees on bicycles and camping on summer brakes; A childhood filled with happy memories despite being raised without a mother. Tanwen was lucky as she did have her grandmother to ask her questions, as a mother figure, as a White Dragon. Things her Red Dragon father couldn’t understand. It was through her Grandmother that she learned that the Soulmate calling in the ‘supernatural’ beings was strong and Humans had a hard time, if it all, feeling the knowing.

That’s when her fear of her soulmate first began to manifest. Knowing that she could be forced with the understanding of a feeling. The confidence she could have, but the other unable to grasp. Over time she slowly began to sympathize for her Father as all she could think about was how her Mother walked out on them.

To say her mind was constantly thinking about it would be a stretch as she found ways to occupy her spare time with hobbies and after school activities like joining Track for Pole Vaulting. Pole Vaulting was the closest way to fly, as she was always being warned by everyone in her family to only transform in designated areas and at designated times as a family. Tanwen didn’t feel stifled. She had school friends, a loving father. A fairytale compared to others.

However, like all fairy tales, they end. It was the week before her 15th birthday, the first of December bringing along a little snow storm of sleet. They had gotten a call that Grandma had been hit in the grocery store parking lot.

The ride was a blur, but the slow steps into the sliding glass doors seemed to echo. The hospital was alive and busy with other patients, but the blue arrows her guide. The room was filled with machines making all sorts of mechanical whirling. Her Grandmother never looked so small and broken. The worst part was when her Grandfather asked her to help sneak her out the back of the hospital. That was the understanding so the humans wouldn’t catch those of us who can transform. Her bones knocking and shifting under her grip, the weezing of her breath as she struggled. At that point she realised everyone but her knew she wasn’t going to survive.

That night they took her to the closest isolated field to let her grandmother feel the stretch of her wings one last time. She couldn’t even lift herself off the ground and Tanwen couldn’t keep a brave face. Once she was truly gone, they lit her body with gasoline.

Tanwen felt like a knife was in her chest; Her Grandfather took the loss to the point he decided Tanwen needed a ‘Pendragon’s Discipline’. And the lies that dragons were the most precious beings were now on constant repeat. Now she had to prove her superiority to her Grandfather in ways of grades and competitions, but she was a dragon. Nothing she did was of her own merit. While at home she was an obedient servant, and school was her escape. Her friends, classmates, those she’d never have a chance to talk to -Any and all she’d give her attention to. She never belonged to any one group, so no one was ever close enough to learn anything but surface and she preferred that. Whatever rumors were gossiped they were never about her -She wasn’t important enough. And boyfriends? Please. Tanwen couldn’t wrap around that if everyone has a soulmate how they could ever bounce around in good conscience. She saw it as cheating, because you knew it wasn’t your soulmate. She was never outright rude to any of her fellow supernaturals, but they knew she looked down on them for it.

Her senior year Tanwen’s Father chose to get his own place. Tanwen wasn’t aware but her Father was constantly bickering with his Father about the way she was being raised, and her Father was “worried for her mental health”. But the change was needed, as he was happy to take responsibilities his daughter didn’t need to be carrying around. And the college she was aiming for, she dropped all together. She needed to care for her father, now that he cut himself off from all he called family. However she lied to him, saying she never intended to go -it was all for Grandfather.

Now she’s living a simple life with her Father, she’s a Secretary/Receptionist for a Corporate Office Building. Picking up ingredients on her way home. Laughing and cooking for her father. All was beginning to become perfect again. Then the news of the Masquerade Ball business happened. Now she commutes to work to help set up preparations for the Ball. For now she’s enjoying the planning, as she is already thinking that once it’s over she’ll never join another. This is all for the happiness of her Father.

Cooking

Flying (when permissible)

Mobile Games

All things Nectarine

Sewing (Machine)

Meat

Romantic Clichés

Adventures
LIKES
DISLIKES
Strawberries

Comic Sans Font

Mixed Vegetables

Snoring

Mischief

Waterchestnuts

Coffee

Poliamerous/Paligamy

Costco on a Sunday

Mustard

Sandalwood Scent

Decorative Soaps







Dadzilla
Can you buy eggs? I burnt them all this morning.
What can I say?
Your Dad is hot ️‍🔥
Eww!!
NO!
I'll be sure to pick another dozen up.
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Name: Tanwen Pendragon
Nickname: Wen or Wendy
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Dragon (Welsh)

Face Claim: Elle Fanning
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Height: 5' 8", ≈172 cm
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Ears double pierced; Cuff piercing on right ear.

Likes: Cooking; Flying (when permissible), Mobile Games, All thing Nectarine, Sewing (Machine), Meat, Romantic Cliches, Adventures
Dislikes: Strawberries, Comic Sans Font, Mixed Vegetables, Snoring, Mischief, Waterchestnuts, Coffee, poliamerous/paligamy, Costco on a Sunday, Mustard, Sandalwood Scent, decorative soaps,
Quirks: Great cook in that Homebaker kind of way, Ambidextrous, can’t swallow and walk at the same time.
Fears: Incompatibility with her Soulmate, Losing her Dad, Sharp things impaling herself, Getting Lost/Stranded

Personality:
+Hard-Working/Optimistic: For the most part Tanwen looks on the ‘brighter’ side of things. However she also knows that one cannot expect favorable results by doing absolutely nothing.

+Friendly/Polite: First impressions usually last the longest, so why not be pleasant?

+Compassionate: While Tanwen is a little ‘above the rest’ attitude, it doesn’t mean everyone else is worthless. A life matters and sometimes everyone needs to be given a break or a helping hand. If that wasn’t so, then the world would only have a single creature.

-Dogmatic: Tanwen outside of the fact she was still raised by someone with ‘Red Dragon Pride’; Being raised by what she sees as a kind and just Father has given her unwarranted ‘truths’ in her life that she’ll often assume is right.

-Overcritical: This is more impactly on herself. Being an only child in a single parent home has taught her responsibility is necessity therefore everything she does has dire consequences. Even if they don’t, she’d still be in her own mind tearing herself over it.

-Slightly Patronizing: On a whole Tanwen does believe she is better than most people, but she was taught Dragons were on the top of the supernatural chain. Obviously not this way in America but it’s hard to completely dismiss when you are the Grand daughter of ‘Red Dragon Pride’ (While White Dragons are below Red Dragons, Grandpa doesn’t like the Loong A.K.A Chinese Dragons)

Bio: Pendragon’s were an upstanding family of high status in their home country of Wales. So much so their existence has persevered through the history of ‘legends’. Indeed the Red Dragons, or better known as Y Ddraigs Goch, were a special kind of proud. Though outsiders would label them as supremacists and they wouldn’t be wrong. They lorded over the other supernatural beings, including other Dragon species. There was a particular Dragon species, also native, that the Pendragons loathed; Y Ddraigs Wen: The White Dragons.

How exactly the feud started is no longer relevant to the hatred the two have for each other. The White Dragons only have one little blurb in history, only thanks to the dozens of stories of the Red Dragons. Even the Afanc have more stories and they are considered glorified witless demons who live in water. The White Dragons think the Red Dragons are pathetic that they hold on to human paper, as if their acknowledgment was some kind of blessing.

Approximately 70 years ago, a tale as old as time, a romance fopaux. Fate, like always, shook up the world. A Red Dragon and a White Dragon; Soulmates. The lovers tried to get their families to reconcile, but it only fueled new reasons. Saddened that their loved ones couldn’t see what they saw in each other. They fled to America, where their families would be unwilling to touch such treasonous lands.

That was the story of Æthelweard Pendragon and Goiva Godwin. The Grandparents of Tanwen.

Æthelweard and Godiva had two Sons; Edmund and Æðelric . Edmund left home in search of his purpose, while Æðelric stayed.

Æðelric met his soulmate at the very same ball that was held during his time. Though his soulmate couldn’t comprehend or handle the situation, and he ultimately took pity on her and allowed her to leave him and Tanwen. While he is in constant heartache at the loss of his soulmate he knows it was the right choice for the happiness of Tanwen and her mother.



Tanwen Pendragon grew up with only her father. Her mother, a human soulmate, couldn’t accept. That's the way her Father told her but really her human Mother, April, mostly felt trapped and disgusted. She was plagued with past trauma that made her self-destructive. Most likely she also had severe Depression along with self-esteem and body dysmorphia issues. Things her young Father didn't know how to deal with. It was during one of her more stable moments that she got pregnant and Tanwen's Father was at the mercy of April's erratic and suicidal manipulation. In the end her Father let her mother go like she wanted in hopes that Tanwen could have a peaceful life and maybe April could find help amongst her kind.

Nevertheless Tanwen would overall call her childhood good. Skinned knees on bicycles and camping on summer brakes; A childhood filled with happy memories despite being raised without a mother. Tanwen was lucky as she did have her grandmother to ask her questions, as a mother figure, as a White Dragon. Things her Red Dragon father couldn’t understand. It was through her Grandmother that she learned that the Soulmate calling in the ‘supernatural’ beings was strong and Humans had a hard time, if it all, feeling the knowing.

That’s when her fear of her soulmate first began to manifest. Knowing that she could be forced with the understanding of a feeling. The confidence she could have, but the other unable to grasp. Over time she slowly began to sympathize for her Father as all she could think about was how her Mother walked out on them.

To say her mind was constantly thinking about it would be a stretch as she found ways to occupy her spare time with hobbies and after school activities like joining Track for Pole Vaulting. Pole Vaulting was the closest way to fly, as she was always being warned by everyone in her family to only transform in designated areas and at designated times as a family. Tanwen didn’t feel stifled. She had school friends, a loving father. A fairytale compared to others.

However, like all fairy tales, they end. It was the week before her 15th birthday, the first of December bringing along a little snow storm of sleet. They had gotten a call that Grandma had been hit in the grocery store parking lot.

The ride was a blur, but the slow steps into the sliding glass doors seemed to echo. The hospital was alive and busy with other patients, but the blue arrows her guide. The room was filled with machines making all sorts of mechanical whirling. Her Grandmother never looked so small and broken. The worst part was when her Grandfather asked her to help sneak her out the back of the hospital. That was the understanding so the humans wouldn’t catch those of us who can transform. Her bones knocking and shifting under her grip, the weezing of her breath as she struggled. At that point she realised everyone but her knew she wasn’t going to survive.

That night they took her to the closest isolated field to let her grandmother feel the stretch of her wings one last time. She couldn’t even lift herself off the ground and Tanwen couldn’t keep a brave face. Once she was truly gone, they lit her body with gasoline.

Tanwen felt like a knife was in her chest; Her Grandfather took the loss to the point he decided Tanwen needed a ‘Pendragon’s Discipline’. And the lies that dragons were the most precious beings were now on constant repeat. Now she had to prove her superiority to her Grandfather in ways of grades and competitions, but she was a dragon. Nothing she did was of her own merit. While at home she was an obedient servant, and school was her escape. Her friends, classmates, those she’d never have a chance to talk to -Any and all she’d give her attention to. She never belonged to any one group, so no one was ever close enough to learn anything but surface and she preferred that. Whatever rumors were gossiped they were never about her -She wasn’t important enough. And boyfriends? Please. Tanwen couldn’t wrap around that if everyone has a soulmate how they could ever bounce around in good conscience. She saw it as cheating, because you knew it wasn’t your soulmate. She was never outright rude to any of her fellow supernaturals, but they knew she looked down on them for it.

Her senior year Tanwen’s Father chose to get his own place. Tanwen wasn’t aware but her Father was constantly bickering with his Father about the way she was being raised, and her Father was “worried for her mental health”. But the change was needed, as he was happy to take responsibilities his daughter didn’t need to be carrying around. And the college she was aiming for, she dropped all together. She needed to care for her father, now that he cut himself off from all he called family. However she lied to him, saying she never intended to go -it was all for Grandfather.

Now she’s living a simple life with her Father, she’s a Secretary/Receptionist for a Corporate Office Building. Picking up ingredients on her way home. Laughing and cooking for her father. All was beginning to become perfect again. Then the news of the Masquerade Ball business happened. Now she commutes to work to help set up preparations for the Ball. For now she’s enjoying the planning, as she is already thinking that once it’s over she’ll never join another. This is all for the happiness of her Father.



Theme Song: Over and over again by Nathan Skyes
Anything Extra:
Tanwen is Welsh for "White Fire"
[[While I have a clear idea how I'm going to Play her, I'm not unreasonable and can change or add things for the Roleplay <3]]
 
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