Realistic or Modern 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯? - characters.

[phnx.]

• aaaa
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  we're only human.

  
  

  
  
  

  MESSAGES

  
  
  

  Mom
  I hope you're doing well so far at school, sweetheart! Love you!

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  WHAT CAN
  WE BE?

  
  
  

  if not human?

  
  
  

  
  

  
  you pick up a flyer. read it.
  
  Welcome back to campus, Lions!
  
  As the leaves start falling and the smell of pumpkin spice fills the campus coffee shops, we embrace the vibrant energy of the next fall term. We're thrilled to welcome both new and returning students to a semester filled with endless possibilities, learning, and growth.
  
  This year promises to be extraordinary with a plethora of exciting developments. Our esteemed faculty has expanded, introducing fresh faces with innovative teaching approaches that are sure to invigorate your academic journey. We'd love to give an especially warm welcome to Professor Jonathan Hargrove, a renowned anthropologist who's taken time off his studies to teach at this small college we call home.
  
  In student life, the campus organizations are gearing up for an active year. From the student-led clubs to greek life and activist groups, there's a place for everyone to connect and explore their passions. And let's not forget our sports teams, who are already showing great promise in the preseason games.
  
  Safety and well-being remain our top priorities. We've enhanced campus security measures and expanded mental health resources, ensuring a safe and supportive environment for all.
  
  But the heart of Westridge College is its diverse and dynamic student body. Each one of you brings a unique perspective that enriches our community. Whether you're an aspiring artist, a tech wizard, or a budding historian, your journey here is not just about gaining knowledge, but also about discovering yourself and forging lifelong friendships.
  
  As you embark on this new academic adventure, remember that the experiences you gain here will shape your future. So, dive into your studies, participate in campus life, and make the most of every opportunity that comes your way.
  
  Here's to a fantastic semester ahead!
  
  you crumple it in your fist.

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  REMINDERS

  
  
  

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  • click the sun icon
  • chem hmwrk due
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  Human

  
  

  rag'n'bone man

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
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  well... mostly.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  MESSAGES

  
  
  

  seat neighbor (bio)
  hey man, u doing okay? you've been actin kinda weird lately

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  WE COULD
  BE WORSE.

  
  
  

  
  

  
  hey ho! thank you for showing interest in this lil rp! here's the cs thread!
  
  realistic faceclaims are required, and coding is highly preferred! roles aren't first-come, first-serve, so if someone's already applied for a role, feel free to apply for the same one! you can also apply for more than one. definitely let me know if you have any questions :)
  
  required info for your sheets:
  
  || basics
  ➤ name
  ➤ nickname(s), if any
  ➤ age
  ➤ gender
  ➤ sexuality
  ➤ appearance
  ➤ species
  
  || personality
  ➤ pos. traits (3+)
  ➤ neg. traits (3+)
  ➤ fears
  ➤ likes/dislikes
  
  || bio
  ➤ history
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  THE WEREWOLF.

  is it a boon or a curse that you're only a monster one night of the month? that for the other 27 days, you're blissfully human? does that make you more human- or does it make the beast inside that much more horrifying once it finally breaks loose?

  
  

  
  
  

  THE VAMPIRE.

  immortality is a prize many seek out. but to you, the price is scarce worth it. the bureaucracy. the games. the hunger. what's the point of an eternal life, when that life is spent in hell?

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  THE GHOST.

  since your death six months prior, you've roamed the college's buildings, barely a whisper in people's minds. you're a shadow- unnoticeable, imperceptible. nobody to talk to, no shoulder to lean on, no closure.

  
  

  
  
  

  THE MEDIUM.

  their echos haunt you. their voices are constant. they beg for release, release they're certain only you can grant, but you can't answer all of their prayers. you help the ones you can, banish the ones you must, but the dead never rest.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  THE WITCH.

  the knowledge passed down to you feels older than time itself, more binding than anything else you’ve known. you might be human, yes- but are you, really? not when you have so much power at your fingertips, waiting only for the right sacrifice to ignite.
  

  
  

  
  
  

  THE SIREN.

  your mind might not remember that you drowned, but your body does. it remembers every time it draws you back to the sea, to the same spot your life was stolen. it remembers every time you weave your unnatural songs, tapestries within music. it remembers every time you take a life to restore your own. oh, how far you've sunken.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  THE ATTUNED.

  when did you first learn of your ability to control your unique force of nature? that your powers hang on to your every word like a drunken lover, that you keep running back to them like an addict to their fix. but like any toxic relationship, it’s always self-destructive- and will only end going up in flames.

  
  

  
  
  

  THE HUMAN.

  you never listened to the warning heeded by your parents, always brushed off their offerings of holy water and silver daggers even as you went off to college on your own. but now it’s seeming like those stories might not have just been stories- and that he things that go bump aren’t bound to the night.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  THE CHANGELING.

  played by phnx.
  
  trees and rivers, blood and darkness crowd your dreams. you're just a normal child, though- maybe peculiarly good at the art of the deal, with wit as sharp as a knife blade, but still perfectly normal. but perfectly normal children don't find their own skeletal remains in the forest, do they?

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  REMINDERS

  
  
  

  • full moon friday
  • click the moon icon
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  NOTES

  
  
  

  character sheets due [undecided]

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

Spoiler: mobile friendly.

hey ho! thank you for showing interest in this lil rp! here's the cs thread!

realistic faceclaims are required, and coding is highly preferred! roles aren't first-come, first-serve, so if someone's already applied for a role, feel free to apply for the same one! you can also apply for more than one. definitely let me know if you have any questions :)

required info for your sheets:

|| basics
➤ name
➤ nickname(s), if any
➤ age
➤ gender
➤ sexuality
➤ appearance
➤ species

|| personality
➤ pos. traits (3+)
➤ neg. traits (3+)
➤ fears
➤ likes/dislikes

|| bio
➤ history

 

[.empathogen.]

!! WARNING !!
-hidden scrolls where you least expect them-​

前兆

서예슬

o·men.

an event regarded as a portent of good or evil.

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  requisite.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  full name

  
  

  Vyler Olivier

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  26

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  gender

  
  

  Cis Male

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  Pansexual

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birthdate

  
  

  January 13th

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  species

  
  

  Human/Witch

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  visage.

  
  
  
  

  scroll

  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  Luka Sabbat

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair colour

  
  

  Dark Brown--in thick, long dreads that hang in his face most of the time.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye colour

  
  

  Dark Brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  build

  
  

  Lean and defined, but not overly muscular.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  h+w

  
  

  5"8.5. 165 lbs.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  style

  
  

  A little grungy, definitely Nirvana-core. But, he mostly dresses for comfort and practicality.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  distinguishing features

  
  

  His face always sits in a cheerful resting position. Even when he's not smiling his eyes are. He has a small scar on his eyebrow and a stick poke tattoo of a smiley face with x's in the eyes located on his hip.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  persona.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  passionate

  
  
  
  
  

  pragmatic

  
  
  
  
  

  idealist

  
  
  
  
  

  hot-headed

  
  
  
  
  

  self-critical

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  There's a rare type of boldness within V...a sort of fearlessness that arises when you discover that everything you knew was a lie--or, at the very least, a version of the truth that was fed to you with a splintered wooden spoon. Before he came into power, V didn't believe the craft all that much. He thought that the fight that needed to be won only existed in ways that wouldn't end unless people started giving a fuck. Now, he knows better.
  
  He knows that power can come from losing the things you care about most. There's a dangerous sort of strength that comes from this separation. You can't just stop when you fall and scrape your knee...you have to push on in the memory of what you're trying to preserve. The monsters under your bed are real...but, strangely, he's not afraid. On the contrary, he wants to be as hands-on as possible with the whole 'being a witch' thing. He's in, all in.
  
  It's like a dark, curious flame was lit within him and slowly burning him from the inside out. It's not completely taking over his personality, but an addition to it. He's fierce but fair. He can get out of control sometimes but with good reason. He's stubborn as hell once he gets an idea in his head, especially if it feels like the right thing to do. He's not self-righteous to the degree of being annoying, but he will go to great lengths to make what's on his heart known.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  preferences

  
  

  
  

  likes: cherry cola, rainy afternoons, driving, cigarettes
  dislikes: hangovers, foggy weather, cheap beer, waiting in line

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  
  

  getting old, losing close people, failure

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  history.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  The Last Prophecy of Prudence Olivier

  
  

  
  
  
  

  "Whispered atrocities and truths will flow at the sight of his visage! He will hang from the ceiling of the church by his toes, blood-red poppies spilling from his lips! His sweet words confuse the angels and soothe the dead! Clean is the one who walks opposite from him in the desert! Drink of his eyes and hunger no more! He is neither sin nor virtue, yet he is the deepest pangs of the two! Rage will well in his hand and be flung like seeds to the soil! His other hand will caress the Sun and shape the air!"
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  The Life and Times of a "Mostly" Unwanted Son

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Despite the predicament of the world's misogynist patriarchy, things might have been better for Vyler if he were born a female. Born of the line of Tituba, a bloodline that survived by some precarious means, he was expected to be another woman blessed with the power and ferocity that defined the matrilineal order of their world. His mother, Prudence Olivier, was a kind-hearted seeress who spoke every word into truth by what she saw. So, when she received a terrifyingly powerful vision during her delivery, she knew it was to be her last. Holding on to her baby boy she was filled with love for her little omen, for omens have the rarest opportunity to change the world for the better. Her last words to her mother were to care for him like she cared for her as a child. The air hung still with Pruedence's last breath, only for the sounds of Vyler's wailing to ring in the solemnity of what a mother would do for a child.
  
  Josephina Georgette Olivier Let nothing and nobody play about her one and only grandson. It was hard to love him since his first breaths marked the last ones for her child, but she never hated V. See, true love is true work. She taught the boy kindness and strength from when he could walk and question the machinations of the world around him. Was she strict? She had to be. No one else was going to teach him the rules of life and the battles you must win, again and again. The coven--their family--shunned the two of them away from their community by the Matriarch, Donnatella Price. The funny thing about that was that Donnatella was Mama Jo's twin sister, making the would cut a little deeper for her. If Mama Jo was born just a few minutes before Donna, maybe she'd be the Matriarch instead. That would have made things a bit easier for her grandson. But, what does anyone accomplish when life is handed to you on a gold platter?
  
  It should be no surprise that Mama Jo was ultimately the strongest witch in the coven. With a prophecy like the one Vyler had over his head she taught him every trick, ritual, and recipe that she knew. But, she also taught him the secret to her strength--being truly human and pouring out every ounce of emotion and conviction into her powers. Soon, the young boy had become a man in his own right. He had inherited his mother's quiet fury, owning the room every time he was brought into it. He was striking, with dark eyes that were like a sting to the soul. As a young man, he was a freed spirit with a question for every instance of doubt in the mind. He was unmistakable in his ability both as a human and a witch. However, the southern comforts of home were still laced with an unwelcome air, no matter how much his grandmother tried to shelter him from it. And so, with her blessing and help, he did the unthinkable: He took on an apprenticeship with someone who could only be compared to the Devil himself, unknowingly fulfilling a promise that was struck over 3 centuries ago.
  

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  Am I everything you feared?.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  don't trust the dark

  
  
  
  
  

  Choose carefully. But, don't hesitate.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  connections.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Illyrian "Ian" Ellison

  
  
  
  

  Savior of My Blood

  
  
  
  

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  Josephina Olivier

  
  
  
  

  Mother of my Mother

  
  
  
  

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  Prudence Olivier †

  
  
  
  

  Bearer of My Fate

  
  
  
  

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[phnx.]

wolfe finnegan thatcher

# the changeling

# logan lerman

♡coded by uxie♡

 

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mavis castillo

# werewolf jock

# khadijha red thunder

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎; 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎

The Medium

Full Name

Tae, Minseo

Age

Eighteen

Gender

Male | He/Him

Sexuality

Homosexual

Date of Birth

February 26th | Pisces

Species

Human

Tattoo

Loreen

01.

visage

height

5'3" | 160 cm

weight

110 lbs | 50 kg

hair

Messy blonde locks that tend to fall forward to shade his eyes. Any semblance of order is ruined by his nervous habit of running his hands through his hair.

eyes

Almond in shape, Minseo’s eyes are shaded by thick eyelashes. In regular lighting, his eyes appear as a dark brown but in the sunlight they shine with a rich, amber hue.

build

Lithe and slender, Minseo seems small for someone his age and is often mistaken for being younger than he actually is.

Distinguishing Features

The constellation of freckles scattered over both of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

Mods/Scars

Both of his earlobes are pierced.

Clothing Style

Click!

faceclaim

Felix Yongbok Lee

02.

psyche

Virtues

• Nurturing: Minseo has an instinctive need to take care of those around him.
• Empathetic: Minseo is very in tune with his emotions and the emotions of those around him. He is always willing to lend a sympathetic ear or shoulder to cry on if anyone is in need of one.
• Patient: All of the hobbies that he enjoys takes a certain amount of patience and as such, Minseo prefers to take his time whenever he is completing a task.
• Gentle: Minseo is rather soft-spoken and rarely does he ever raise his voice.
• Affectionate: Whether it’s making someone a gift or full-filling an act of service for someone he cares about, Mineo has boundless love to give to those around him.

Vices

• Neglectful: With an intense focus on taking care of others, Minseo oftentimes forgets to take care of his own needs.
• Indecisive: With how soft-spoken he is and with a constant worry of being a bother, Minseo has trouble making big decisions, especially those that would affect the people around him.
• Perfectionist: Minseo is overly critical of his own skills and there are times when he will practice doing something over and over again until he feels it is good enough, even to the detriment of his own health.
• Gullible: He can be a bit too trusting at times and there are moments when that trust is taken advantage of.
• Desire to Please: Sometimes in his desire to keep the peace, Minseo can become too focused on trying to fix any issue that he comes across, even if it isn't so easy to fix.

MBTI Type

INFP-T

Ailments

Minseo is prone to frequent headaches and nose-bleeds.

Likes

Autumn | Pretty flowers | Animals | Baking | Soft blankets | Coffee / Tea | His hair played with

Dislikes

Large crowds | The cold / being cold | Spiders | Weird textures, especially in food

Hobbies

Drawing/Sketching | Reading | Baking | Crocheting

fears

➳ Enclosed Spaces

03.

history

Minseo was born on a cold February day, to his mother Tae, Nari. Aside from the doctor and attending nurses, there was no one else there to celebrate this joyous occasion, but his mother found she cared little for who wasn't there as she stared down at the precious face of her son. From the moment she looked at his scrunched up face and felt his tiny fingers wrap around her thumb, she knew that this child was going to be her whole world.

Raising a child as a single mother wasn't easy and there were times where she felt like she wanted to quit, but seeing her child happy and healthy kept the dark thoughts at bay. Some nights she went hungry, but it was worth it to see her son grow up without a care in the world.

But despite her best efforts, she would leave her son sooner than she ever wanted to.

It was the day of Minseo's tenth birthday. She had promised to buy him a birthday cake and so he was full of excited energy as he stepped off of the bus and raced inside the house. His mother was standing in the kitchen, staring out of the window above the sink when Min-su all but skipped inside.

Upon hearing his footsteps pattering across the floor and his cheerful greeting, she turned towards him, a sad smile curling her lips and tears welling in her eyes. Her shoulders shook in silent sobs as her son went to throw his arms around her waist, as he did every time he saw her, and watched as his small body tumbled through her incorporeal form.

Confused eyes gazed upwards as his mother knelt down next to him. "Minseo, my precious baby, I need you to do something for me, okay?" At his hesitant nod, his mother told him that he needed to go to the neighbors house, that the hospital was going to call them and they would drive him up there.

"But I don't feel sick." The boy replied, fear beginning to replace the confusion as once again, his small hand passed through his mother as he tried to grab her skirt. Tears trickling down her checks, his mother tried to explain as best she could that mom needed to go away for a while but that she will always love him and will always be in his heart. "But I don't want you to go!" The boy immediately cried, tears springing to his eyes. "Mom, please don't leave me." He whimpered, round cheeks flushing as tears dripped to the floor.

"I'm so sorry, baby, I don't have a choice. Please, you need to go to the neighbors." Minseo furiously shook his head, small chest heaving with sobs. "No! You can't go!" With every fiber of his being, Minseo desperately wished that his mother would never leave him; birthday wishes would always come true if he wished with all his heart, that's what his mother always told him.

His mother could only watch her son with helpless eyes as her form gradually began to fade from view, could only listen as her son begged her not to go.

Minseo doesn't remember much after that, his walk to the neighbors and the drive to the hospital all a blur. He vaguely remembers the doctors and nurses sympathetic glances as they lead him into a room and, at just ten years old, Minseo has to identify his mothers body, found in an intersection after a drunk driver had hit her.

After that, it's a whirlwind of figuring out where he would stay. His neighbors offered to house him until the calls to his relatives could be completed. People who had once turned their backs on his mother for becoming pregnant too young now opened their arms once word of insurance money began to spread. But their smiles were fake and their consoling words were hollow.

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gallery

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Relationships

Name

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06.

Misc

Scent

Lilacs and Honey

Headcanons

↬ Scrunches up his nose when he is confused about something
↬ Taps his fingers together when he is trying to lie
↬ Runs his fingers through his hair when he is nervous
↬ Tends to force a smile when he is upset or angry, he pretends that everything is fine
↬ He tends to hum softly to himself whenever he is concentrating on something
↬ Very clumsy, has taken to carrying Band-Aids around with him
↬ Flusters easy, blushes even easier
↬ Love language is physical touch
↬ Tends to walk around silently, like a cat. Probably needs a little ankle bracelet with a bell on it to avoid spooking people.
↬ Has to touch any soft or fluffy thing he comes in contact with
↬ Will try to pet every dog that he sees

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[anyasjoy]

• MALLORY ALOUR/ SIREN
• JUNO MADDEN/ HUMAN

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  MALLORY ALOUR

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  # THE SIREN

  
  
  
  
  

  # ZENDAYA COLEMAN

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[lostbird]

• 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃.
• 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄.

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  Percy Owens

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  # attuned

  
  
  
  
  

  # natalia dyer

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  ♡coded by uxie♡

  
  

  
  
  
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  banshee.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  full name

  
  

  Fenella 'Nell' Delaney

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  species

  
  

  Banshee

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity

  
  

  Caucasian

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  Twenty-One

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  pronouns

  
  

  She/Her

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  Bisexual

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height & weight

  
  

  5'6". & 53kg.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair

  
  

  Warm auburn hair that falls in waves; Nell prefers to wear it bound in a braid.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes

  
  

  Sea green befitting that of her celtic family.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Build

  
  

  Nell sculpted her athletic body through playing tennis for her school back in Ireland, two years before she had moved.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dist. features

  
  

  An underlining of red on her water-line, a dead giveaway of her tendency to weep in sorrow.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  body modifications

  
  

  Triquetra tattoo on her left collarbone.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  white noise

  
  

  
  
  
  

  pvris

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  req.

  
  

  req.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  all i speak is static screams, can you hear me?

  
  
  
  

  Fenella has always, from a young age, been EMPATHETIC. Her heart expands with each new person she brings into the fold of her life, offering a listening ear, a word of advice, a piece of her soul. Nell would, without question, go to war for those she considers 'hers'.
  
  Since the accident, Fenella has become fiercely PROTECTIVE. Even when her fear often halts her from becoming close to people, Nell will love and protect them from a distance.
  
  Nell's GENUINE streak keeps her invested in the relationships she creates in life. Her care for others knows no bounds, and the only time Fenella will lie to her friends and family is to protect them from the truth of what she is, and what it will mean for them.
  
  Endlessly IMPATIENT. Fenella, for all of her genuine traits, can quickly grow irritated. Glass half-full attitudes grate at her, because if life was so positive as others believe it to be, why would Nell be so cursed? She is quick to temper in the face of false positivity.
  
  Constant distress and fear of losing people, Fenella has become MEEK. Too quick to submit to her cowardice. What was the point of fighting for people, to protect them for all they're worth, only to be burdened by their loss?
  
  PESSIMISTIC. Nell can no longer see the bright side of life. Indulgences are only distractions, now; no pleasure to be found.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  likes

  
  
  

  •Distractions.
  •Tennis.
  •Noise; the louder, the better.
  •Routine.
  •Thoughtful behaviour, from herself and others.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  dislikes

  
  
  

  •Driving.
  •Sleeping in.
  •Glass 'half-full' attitudes.
  •Her heritage and culture, the birth of 'banshees.'
  •Argumentative people.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  fears

  
  
  

  •Solitude.
  •Mirrors.
  •Other symbols of death: crows, wearing all black, skulls.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  pers.

  
  

  pers.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  before

  
  
  
  

  Fenella had discovered herself as a harbinger of death the night of her younger sisters' demise.
  
  On the way home from a party neither girls thought they would be invited to, Nell sat nestled in the backseat with Imogen as their friends drove them home, hands clasped together as they both rode off the literal high of the night. Smoking, dancing, drinking — every cliché Nell had wanted to check off her high-school bucket list. And they had experienced it together.
  
  Before Nell could lean her head on Imogen's shoulder to wain off the urge to bring up all the substances she had forced down — she blinks, confused. Tears? Overcome by such sadness, Nell's lips part in shock. Maybe the weed? She tries to reason to herself, desperately trying to swallow the ball stuck in her throat. A bad trip. The comedown. Maybe conflicting with my anx— her justifications are cut off as her mouth opens wide to scream, and scream, and scream.
  
  She doesn't stop when she's sure there's no more air left in her lungs. She doesn't stop when Imogen pulls at her shoulders, yelling over the sounds of her anguish, asking desperately: 'Nelly? What's wrong?' She doesn't stop when their friend cranes their neck around the drivers seat to get a look at her, confusion and fear written over his face. She doesn't stop when they miss the bend in the road, too distracted by her wailing, and go careening off the intended path and into the brush. She only stops as they impact with a tree so sturdy it sends Imogen flying through the windshield.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  now

  
  
  
  

  After the accident, Fenella spent her nights researching supernatural forums to grasp an understanding of how, what, why it all happened the way it did. From paranormal occurrences, religious beliefs, the occult, folklore; she finally found her answer. Banshee. It only made sense. Celtic folklore often prophesied that each Irish family had their very own banshee. Fine, Nell could live with that.
  
  Until Donal, the friend driving her and Imogen back from the party, died of an overdose in his bedroom, and six miles away, Fenella stood in her kitchen screaming over a bowl of ice-cream.
  
  Offered the chance to move from her hometown in Ireland to play tennis for a college and education, Fenella jumped. It was a chance to escape. To start over. Maybe be more than a symbol of impending tragedy.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  tba

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  tba

  
  

  tba.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  myth of the banshee

  
  

  Banshee's are known as symbols of death, echoing a warning through tragic screams and cries about to befall a family.
  
  It has not stopped for Nell at 'family', seemingly able to issue the warning of coming tragedy through close personal relationships with those she is attuned to the most.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  scroll

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

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[.empathogen.]

the vampire​

†

서예슬

thirst.

a feeling of needing or wanting to drink something.

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  requisite.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  full name

  
  

  Illyrian Ellison

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  372 years

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  gender

  
  

  Cis Male

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  Homosexual

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birthdate

  
  

  September 7th

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  species

  
  

  Vampire

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  visage.

  
  
  
  

  scroll

  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  Aaron Taylor-Johnson

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair

  
  

  Ash Brown--wild and mainly untameable.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye colour

  
  

  Green Hazel with Gold flecks

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  build

  
  

  Muscular, defined and refined over time.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  h+w

  
  

  6"3 / 200 lbs.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  style

  
  

  Ian's style is based on how he is feeling for the day. He has many clothes, jewelry, and accessories that give depth to his look. He usually sports a darker vibe of clothing, accentuating his form and showcasing his eclectic nature.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  distinguishing features

  
  

  An almost otherworldly glow that intensifies with his hunger and mystifies everyone he meets. That, paired with an intoxicating visage, draws more than enough attention for him to bypass the need for modifications.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  persona.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  tricky

  
  
  
  
  

  duplicitous

  
  
  
  
  

  alluring

  
  
  
  
  

  self-serving

  
  
  
  
  

  riotous

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Ian only truly cares about what is going to put him in the best position at the right time. He's as eccentric as you can get after existing for so long. Overindulgent is an understatement. But, he doesn't waste his time doing things that have no value to his well-being. Craftier than a trickster from hell, he doesn't need to use his compelling abilities to get you on his boat. Cross him and you'll drown in your own blood.
  
  He's a complete heathen when it comes to being owed anything--at the cost of being known as "The Collector" in the supernatural world. He's ruthless in his methods, opting for "whatever it takes"--even stepping on the people he loves to get what he wants. He's chaotic gray when it comes to alignment. It comes from a broken place. He was on his own for a long time in his formative vampiric years. He didn't learn conventionally. When he relates to someone in that manner, that's where a bond starts to form. But, he isn't forthright with it. He doesn't know what a "found" family is like because he never had one of his own in so long.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  preferences

  
  

  
  

  likes: nature(including animals, the arts, fashion statements, singing, cocktails, and lewd poems
  dislikes: mornings(when he does "sleep"), drab colors, orange juice, timidness, and the dmv

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  
  

  caring for something or someone with no expectation, or, going beserk from being starved

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  history.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  human error and the delights of their end

  
  

  
  
  
  

  In the tumultuous era of the Interregnum, a time of strife and uncertainty, there lived a young man named Illyrian, born to an English lord and lady amidst the chaos of civil unrest. From his earliest days, he was marked by a pall of melancholy, a shadow that clung to him like a shroud, foretelling of darker days to come. As Ilryian grew into manhood, he witnessed firsthand the ravages of war and the cruel machinations of power that tore at the fabric of society. The once verdant lands of his forefathers lay scarred and desolate, a haunting reminder of the fragility of peace and the brutality of conflict.
  
  Haunted by a sense of impending doom, Illyrian wandered the decaying halls of his ancestral estate, a ghostly figure adrift in a world on the brink of collapse. His heart heavy with sorrow and regret, he sought solace in the fading memories of a bygone era, a time of prosperity and joy now lost to the ravages of time.
  
  It was on a fateful night, as the moon hung low in the sky like the eye of a cat, that Illyrian's life took a darker turn. Betrayed by his parents, he fell victim to a vampiric curse--for a small fortune of riches, of course. His once noble soul was twisted and corrupted by the thirst for blood and the eternal hunger that gnawed at his being. His days became an endless blur of darkness and despair, his existence a cruel mockery of the life he once knew--yes, he's a sucker for dramatics. So dramatic that he took to draining his mother and father completely and leaving their bodies to rot in the rubbish of the streets.
  
  Once the sting from the subsequent murders had softened, he began to enjoy this newfound existence. And that's where the fun began. Utilizing his lofty inheritance he began to "obtain" port trading operations through his innate hypnotic powers and their use on humans. He stayed in the shadows of the day, opting for operating out of his home and having his associates carry out commands. In that time, he grew to become extravagant with debauchery. Lavish parties, expensive clothing and jewels, gambling, sex: if it was worthy enough as a vice Illyrian would allow it. He slowly began to grow into this new skin of his, following the desires of his heart completely. Sometimes he killed, sometimes he didn't. Whatever was his whim was his way. Eventually, he would want something more to accomplish. A new home, somewhere he could stretch his legs and enjoy the hunt. Plus, in his opinion, the "uptight" Puritanical hierarchy needed to topple completely somehow. Might as well be his hand to create the new Babylon in this place called "America".
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  The Deal

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Lord Ellison was someone who was as equally feared as he was loved. He came to her in the night, as if to answer a forbidden prayer. Tituba knew she would be tried and tortured for teaching those girls The Ways. She did not want her family to suffer that same fate. They forged a pact in blood and magic that night: Ilryian would safeguard her family and, in return, her bloodline would produce someone to bring him into power in the shadowed world of supernaturals.
  
  He kept his word and, that very night, her family vanished from the township of Salem. She was left behind to be accused and serve her sentence. Illyrian watched over her family's descendants, carefully. At first, they paid him gratitude and nearly worshipped the ground he walked on. The curiously strange occurrence of the line only bearing females was something to be noted, becoming a novelty to amuse Illyrian. With time, the ungrateful reared their heads--saying he took advantage of an indentured woman of color because he felt superior to her based on her color. That was the farthest thing from the truth, being that Ian didn't do things that would be a waste of time and value to himself--racism included. Even though the family wanted nothing to do with him at that point, he still watched.
  
  It wasn't until his three-hundred-and-fortieth year of existence that he saw true potential. A powerful seeress had blossomed, raising a lot of brows in the shadow world. He kept close tabs on her and ended up befriending her mother, a devastatingly strong witch. It was arranged that the younger witch would become his charge on her twenty-first birthday. However, things would not go as smoothly as planned. A pregnancy out of wedlock would foil Illyrian's chances to utilize his seeress, though every path leads forward regardless of closed doors. Passing time by becoming a professor of occult studies and histories, he waited for his prize. It would come in the form of an only son in a line of females, which would be either a blessing or a curse to the world.
  
  Either way, the promised child decided he would come willingly rather than be taken away. Going by "Ian" at this point, he felt that the prophecy that came as a packaged deal would serve him in some way or another. Only time, and a little motivation, would tell.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  You're boring.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Excuse me?

  
  
  
  
  

  This is the most boring 15 minutes of my 372 years on Earth...

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  connections.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Vyler Olivier

  
  
  
  

  a useful curiosity

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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[plague rats]

wip

what can the harvest hope for

tetsuya sawai

small-time medium

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if not for the care of the reaper man​

Full Name: Tetsuya Sawai
Nickname:
Age: 25
Role: Medium
Gender: Cis male, he/him
Sexuality: Bisexual

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[Pepsionne]

Alastair

#the attuned

#fc dominick sadoch

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If there is a light, then I am going to swallow it. if there is a god, then i'm going to make him cry.

s. osborn

The Attuned

Alastair

full name

Alastair Iskra

nicknames

Ali, Alis

age

21

d.o.b.

July 24th

species

attuned | element: light

sexuality

bisexual

song name

artist

01.

visage

height

5'11"

weight

175 lbs

hair c.

sandy blond hair that is consistently tousled by his hands running through it, a bad habit

eye c.

A muddy hazel

faceclaim

Dominick Sadoch

02.

psyche

Alastair, like most attuned, has a hunger within him that grows sharper teeth which each passing day. Not many attuned, however, show such an obsession for their element quite so early on. Alastair reaches out for light like Icarus reaches for the sun, fully aware of it ultimately becoming his undoing but too addicted to resist. Perhaps he believes he is truly different. That he can survive the shattering refraction that awaits him. Attuned were rare, after all. Powerful ones even less so. He was determined to bend light at the knees and make it look up at him, submissive and his. This cockiness radiates from him like the soft ebbs of light that illuminate in ribbons across his skin, light already beginning to seep into his pores and rip him apart from the inside.

As expected, he can be an intense person to interact with. He's been met with varying degrees of reactions from his peers. Some tip toe away from him with tentative fear creeping in around the edges of their eyes. Others disregarded him entirely, just another attuned ready to be pulled apart at the seams by the very thing that gave them power. Only a few acknowledge his hunt for power, their own ambitions just as wild in the eyes of others.

positive traits: passionate, tenacious, dedicated, hard working, optimistic, brave, outgoing, creative, clever, observant, competitive
negative traits: obsessive, apathetic, opportunistic, selfish, stubborn, intense, competitive

likes

power, black coffee, pulling all nighters, nature, learning, books/the library, dedication, people who know what they want, house music

dislikes

rooms with poor lighting, flimsy excuses, people who give up too easily, sweet/sugary drinks, greasy food, watching movies/shows, social media, rule followers

fears

wasting his potential

03.

history

As a child, Alastair had an overwhelming fear of the dark. When his parents would put him to bed and the hallway light would click off, the sound of their retreating footsteps having long since dissipated into the heavy blanket of silence cast over his room, he would be paralyzed in fear. He could only take the suffocating darkness for so long before he was screaming out for his parents.

Little by little, Alastair's room became full of little night lights, lamps and other forms of light. He refused to sleep without them throughout the night, even as he grew too old for such fears to be socially acceptable. His powers only began to manifest after a group of his peers had found out about his crippling fear. The middle schoolers locked him in a janitor's closet at the end of the school day, switching off the light from the outside before leaving the young Alastair to face that he feared the most. When he was found by a member of the school staff he was hunched inward on the floor, skin glowing like some kind of human star.

His father had known of some vague power lying dormant within his bloodline, had heard the rumors through old family tales of an ancestor that could wield fire, another that could manipulate air to their bidding. It never ended well for them, the source of their power being the very means of their destruction. He never expected that Alastair could have inherited the recessive trait. His parents pulled Alastair from school immediately, deciding to seek their own forms of education for the young attuned.

The original approach Alastair was taught by his father was to repress. Ignore his powers completely, avoid the pull hovering incessantly at the back of his neck, warm breath full of the promises of power raising the blond hairs that lay there. It worked--for a time, until Alastair's natural curiosity got the best of him. He started off with making his body glow, converting whatever light he had absorbed throughout the day and projecting it back outwards. He then moved on to light outside himself. Gathering the light in the room and forming a little ball to hover in the palm of his hand, creating shapes and moving animals with it. As he got older, Alastair moved on to bigger concepts. Using light to distort and camouflage his body, he dabbled in illusions.

The fangs of his obsession lengthened with each skill he mastered. By the time he entered university as a physics/optics major, Alastair had a litany of skills at his disposal. All amateur and still in need of much more work, but it was power nonetheless.

Currently Alastair spends the majority of his time and focus on his studies, learning as much as he can about light to improve his skills and find new uses for his connected element.

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[Goldie.]

felicity lamb

# the ghost

# kristine froseth

♡coded by uxie♡

I used to

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her,
but I had to

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The Ghost

Felicity

Lamb

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  NAME

  Felicity Prudence Lamb
  

  NICKNAMES

  People will occasionally call her Fel, and as a child her father used to tease her by calling her Lamb-chops (thus chasing her down to tickle and "gobble her up")
  

  AGE

  Died just a week before her 20th birthday
  

  BIRTHDAY

  February 12th
  

  ETHNICITY

  Caucasian
  

  NATIONALITY

  American
  

  SEXUALITY

  Demisexual
  

  ROMANTIC ORIENTATION

  Hetero-romantic
  

  EDUCATION

  Felicity was finishing up her associates to begin a degree in Early Childhood Education before her untimely passing
  

  OCCUPATION

  One of the best baristas on campus at Solid Grounds, a quaint coffee stand near the cafeteria
  
  
  

  Appearance

  HEIGHT

  5'7"
  

  WEIGHT

  114lbs- although now one might find her practically weightless
  

  EYE COLOR

  light blue
  

  HAIR COLOR

  light brown/dirty blonde
  

  BODY MODS

  She'd had pierced ears and a black-and-white dandelion tattoo on her neck below her hairline
  

  NOTABLE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

  with soft, unique facial features, Felicity has always had a face that would turn some heads. now, her sullen expression and aura are additionally striking.
  

  WARDROBE STYLE

  the last few years of Felicity's life were spent in jeans and sweaters. muted colors and dingy sneakers were a staple in her wardrobe. it was clear through her attire how little attention she wished to bring to herself. the only time her hair didn't lie flat around her face was when it was swept up and away from it for work.
  
  
  

  
  
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  MBTI

  ENFP

  
  
  

  ENNEAGRAM

  Type 7

  
  
  

  ASTROLOGY

  Pisces

  
  

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  FRIENDLY ;;
  
  REGRETFUL ;;
  
  PASSIONATE ;;
  
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  Openness

  curious

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  Response

  fight

  flight

  
  

  Extraversion

  solitary

  outgoing

  
  

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  shock

  acceptance

  
  

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  secure

  sensitive

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  FELICITY'S FINAL PLAYLIST

  LAST MOMENTS

  
  

  I Used to Love Her

  Guns N' Roses

  03:40

  
  

  King

  Florence + The Machine

  03:59

  
  

  Abbey

  Mitski

  02:46

  
  

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  TW ;; Domestic Abuse, Gun Violence, Blood, Mild Gore, Murder, Fire, Suicide, Death
  
  

  Childhood

  
  Lemon drops oat cake cotton candy sugar plum sweet dragée candy canes croissant cupcake. Apple pie candy oat cake cake bonbon oat cake toffee cake. Candy chocolate cake jelly-o cake shortbread gummi bears sesame snaps. Donut bear claw fruitcake muffin brownie chupa chups gummies cookie. Ice cream biscuit chupa chups cotton candy lollipop. Topping cheesecake gummi bears marshmallow jujubes cookie sweet. Lollipop gummies wafer cheesecake cake croissant croissant halvah chocolate bar. Tootsie roll danish pastry chocolate dragée. Sweet roll gummi bears carrot cake tart chocolate cake donut pastry marshmallow bonbon. Wafer jelly-o tiramisu pastry liquorice macaroon oat cake cupcake gingerbread. Cotton candy chocolate cake sweet cake chupa chups cupcake. Jelly-o liquorice soufflé candy chupa chups candy caramels. Brownie gummies bonbon topping candy.
  
  

  College Life

  
  Tiramisu powder dessert sweet roll marzipan bonbon cake ice cream. Shortbread ice cream bear claw candy apple pie lemon drops gingerbread cupcake. Cake toffee shortbread jelly toffee tart biscuit cookie. Gummies jelly pie chocolate cake toffee. Carrot cake apple pie gingerbread topping liquorice. Tart jelly beans chocolate cake liquorice muffin chupa chups lemon drops. Bear claw carrot cake wafer chocolate cake dessert gummi bears apple pie. Tootsie roll cake pastry brownie soufflé caramels brownie. Jelly shortbread dessert gingerbread pie. Cookie pastry brownie cheesecake sweet powder croissant marshmallow wafer. Topping biscuit liquorice jujubes cotton candy muffin candy cotton candy. Cookie chupa chups chupa chups pudding lemon drops chocolate bar gummies dessert cupcake. Sugar plum chocolate bar liquorice cookie jelly danish. Sugar plum apple pie oat cake marshmallow apple pie.
  
  

  Death

  
  Fruitcake chocolate bar jelly-o candy macaroon cookie cake. Tart pie jelly-o pastry donut pudding tart. Candy canes cake liquorice soufflé powder jelly-o jelly halvah. Cake jujubes tiramisu tart pudding tootsie roll. Lollipop liquorice sesame snaps chocolate bar liquorice cookie ice cream cake sesame snaps. Pastry gingerbread toffee liquorice donut. Carrot cake jelly-o cheesecake icing cheesecake gingerbread cake. Candy canes oat cake gingerbread carrot cake halvah toffee cotton candy. Croissant croissant lemon drops sweet roll jelly beans bonbon. Topping tart ice cream chupa chups chocolate bar. Gingerbread tootsie roll topping chocolate cake tart cake. Tart caramels soufflé icing powder candy canes candy canes.
  

  
  
  

OVERVIEW

APPEARANCE

PERSONALITY

BACKGROUND

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  Kaliope Smith

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  # the vampire

  
  
  
  
  

  # krysten ritter

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  batsy smith

  
  
  
  

  forever immortalized in the ‘80s, Kaliope was 21 years old when she was turned. with four decades to discover herself, the cisgendered girl have reached the conclusion that she’s bisexual. she likes to go by funky nicknames that’s nowhere close to Kaliope, like Kissy; though she’d also respond to Kay.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  ADDITIONAL INFO

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  —headcanon uno
  
  —headcanon dos
  
  —headcanon tres
  
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  Clarissa Coffey

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  # the ghost

  
  
  
  
  

  # kristen stewart

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  ♡coded by uxie♡

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  classified keep out classified keep out classified

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  in memoriam

  
  
  
  

  Clarissa Marie Coffey, Reese to a select few, died six months ago, at the age of 18. born & raised in connecticut, the cisgendered girl was a closeted lesbian, though the closet was glass the way she gawked at her crushes.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  appearance

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  5’5”

  
  

  height

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  thin

  
  

  body type

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dark brown

  
  

  hair color

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ghost

  
  

  species

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hazel

  
  

  eyes

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  kristen stewart

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
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  notes

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  psyche

  
  
  
  

  timid

  
  
  
  
  

  intelligent

  
  
  
  
  

  quiet

  
  
  
  
  

  analyzing

  
  
  
  
  

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  —headcanon dos
  
  —headcanon tres
  
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[SilvernFae]

• Siren
• ?

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  Elowyn Singh

  #the siren

  #sage tullis

  © reveriee
  
  
  
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  • about
    
    
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    name

    Elowyn Singh

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    age

    22

    03

    gender

    cis female

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    species

    siren

    ❝

    The sea and I feast together...

    sexuality

    Pansexual.

    eyes

    A mix of moonlight and ocean blue.

    hair

    Translucent blonde, ethereal whisps of hair that always look like it has just dried from a recent swim. It's almost like you can smell the ocean salt when you're near...

    build

    Lithe and of average height, definitely that of someone who does some sort of exercise.

    scars

    An odd lesion at her neck that she's never willing to elaborate on. She doesn't try to hide it, though.

    
    
  • psyche
    likes

    The ocean, moonlight walks, music, linguistics, Greek mythology, astronomy, seafood, water, salty snacks.

    dislikes

    The Little Mermaid, any drink that is not water, sweet things, cheating men (seemingly unbothered by cheating women), the concept of marriage.

    fears

    Becoming hungry, eating when people are watching, food poisoning (she doesn't know where some of her food has been...), dependency, inability to make own choices.

    tidbits

    mbti

    INFJ

    love language

    physcial touch

    persona —

    Her

    positive traits

    are:
    

    Shrewd

    Too little, too late. This is a trait Elowyn developed after her Drowning. It helps with picking her prey, and with her grades. Elowyn is definitely a think before she speaks type.
    

    Alluring

    Most people wouldn't be able to articulate exactly what it is about Elowyn that draws them in, they just know that they can't seem to help it. It's like looking out at the ocean, fear spiking in your throat, the taste of blood burning at the back of your tongue, fingers clenched tight against the scathing wind, and yet... something makes you want to jump. Surrender. Unspool. And you know she'll love picking you apart, layer by layer until she gets to the heart of you.
    

    Fun

    Elowyn knows how to have a good time, and she's not above sharing in the merriment. It's like she always knows a place or a secret no one else does.
    
    Her

    negative traits

    are:
    

    Unforgiving

    Elowyn does not forget, and she does not forgive. She will hold a grudge long after your death, and then she'll spit on your grave just because.
    

    Spiteful

    She will not turn her other cheek. Elowyn is a firm believer in gratuitous retribution.
    

    Insatiable

    She is power-hungry, nothing is ever enough.
  • history
    history —

    
    Her Drowning
    
    Elowyn will never forget the ocean's lullaby that night before her arranged wedding. It was the first thing she heard waking up. In fact, it was her first sense to return. The waves were sushing at the sides of the little rowboat, the ocean's arms gently rocking her fussing body back and forth where she laid.
    
    A pair of low voices were in the middle of what seemed like an argument. Elowyn didn't even have the breath to protest when she was picked up. Her entire neck was on fire, the chafing of the rough rope pulling closer as she was lifted up by a pair of strong arms.
    
    Just like a bride on her wedding night.
    
    But that wasn't right, was it? Elowyn's wedding was tomorrow. But then what was tonight? Elowyn could vaguely recall her sister calling her over, could vaguely recall the voice of her betrothed coming from a darkened alcove...
    
    Reality hit Elowyn at the exact same time as the water.
    
    Her betrothed. He had placed his meaty hands around her throat, and her sister had... watched. Had held Elowyn's hands still as the air became thinner and her vision became darker.
    
    And now Elowyn had been tossed over the side of a boat like a meager fish, something they had caught that wasn't even worth the effort of gutting. A dissatisfactory offering of a bride that didn't want to be a bride to a man who wanted someone else.
    
    The water welcomed her as she was pulled down, the cold a balm to where the rope binding her had left her skin red and raw.
    
    The ocean saw what was happening to her. It would not let this go lightly.
    
    His heart was the first she ate, the rest of him a tithe to her mother, the ocean, and all of the creatures that resided within her.
    
    Now
    
    Elowyn hasn't lost her strange appetite. Her favourite part is still the heart of her prey. She is the ocean made vengeance.
    
    Elowyn will think of her death as The Drowning, without ever acknowledging that she died.
    
    She was simply... remade.
    
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[York_vs_Lancastor]

• Doryung

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    name

    Doryung Yu—‘Doryung’ means ‘Ghost of a young boy’. It wasn’t his original, name, but his mother was encouraged to change it to this by his grandmother in order to protect him.
    
    

    nickname(s)

    Ryung—His mother used to call him ‘Ryung’, and sometimes he’ll go by that.
    
    

    age

    Twenty-four years old
    
    

    birthday

    December 21 (Winter Solstace)
    
    

    gender

    Cisgender male (He/Him)
    
    

    sexuality

    Demisexual/demiromantic
    
    

    nationality

    South Korea.
    
    

    occupation

    College student and very, very amateur shaman
    
    

    faceclaim

    Lee Do-Hyun
    
    
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    appearance

    With his curtained, tousled black hair that reaches this nape, sand-coloured skin and eyes ringed with dark circles, Doryung is pretty in a messy, my-life-is-falling-apart kind of way. Given that he scribbles down notes in class all day, he’s not a super muscular dude, but he is decently fit with a lean frame of 6 feet, and a bit of muscle here and there. Doryung never gotten any piercings or tattoos, and thankfully he doesn’t have any major scars outside of minor scrapes, but he is far-sighted (which can get annoying) so he can be seen with glasses whenever he’s working on a project or reading. Lastly, he usually has a cold, almost nonchalant expression plastered on his face, which doesn’t actually reflect his real feelings—it’s just a habit he’s developed throughout his childhood
    
    As for clothing, Doryung’s signature ‘look’ is a newspaper boy cap, a worn corduroy jacket, and woolen scarf; it’s the nice way of saying he doesn’t own too many clothes. Underneath, he usually sports a casual white shirt and loose jeans. Sometimes, though, he’ll wear a rare sweater or button-up.
    
    

    species

    human
    
    

    height

    6’0, though he slouches a lot
    
    

    physical health

    Decent. Though he definitely could get some more sleep.
    
    

    mental health

    A tad shaky thanks to his visions and the stress of school, but surprisingly stable.
    
    

    medication

    Doryung takes sleeping pills, since he’s prone to sleep paralysis and night terrors. They work half the time.
    
    
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    personality

    At first glance, Dorian is quiet, blunt, and frankly, a little cold. He doesn’t say much to most people, but that’s usually because he doesn’t want to accidentally strike up conversation with a supernatural entity. Though he’s not very approachable, he craves the presence of others, and once you get closer to him, he’ll start talking the normal amount, sometimes even more. As a matter of fact, he’s a rather quick-witted conversation partner once he starts to open up.
    His life as an untrained medium has left him action-oriented and perceptive; basically, if there’s a problem, he’s willing to solve it (or at least try his hand at it). After all, Doryung’s been helping spirits move on since he was young, and with that comes the ability to quickly assess situation and think up a plan. In addition to that, he’s usually calm, and is generally empathetic to the people around him.
    However, Doryung is not without his flaws. Mainly due to the fact there’s only been a handful of people with the same gift (or curse) as him, he’s prone to thinking that he’s always right, no matter his expertise or reasoning. He’s used to people not fully understanding him, and it’s so easy for him to chalk up any disagreements they have to just that. Furthermore, because he thinks he knows best, Doryung has a tendency of overestimating just how far he can go, whether it be to help others or personal gain.
    
    
    

    pos. traits

    decisive ✦ quick-witted ✦ thoughtful ✦ patient ✦level-headed
    
    

    neg. traits

    overconfidence ✦ inability to admit when he’s wrong✦ blunt ✦ slight superiority complex ✦ prone to being snarky
    
    

    likes

    
    - Learning languages
    - Cats
    - Soft music
    - Quiet SpacesReading
    
    

    dislikes

    
    - Smell of incense (it attracts ghosts)
    - Dark, isolated places (also attracts ghosts)
    - Abandoned objects (might have a ghost attached, Annabelle style)
    - Loud, chaotic environments
    
    

    skills

    
    - Spirit-sight (more of an ability than skill)
    - Trilingual (English, Korean, and classical mandarine)
    - Good cook
    - Good at analyzing information
    
    
    

    fears

    
    - Doryung is terrified that everyone who could truly understand him are dead, and he won’t ever be able to find people who do.
    - Dark places. He’s a medium. He sees things that shouldn’t be there, especially if it’s dark.
    - The Entity. During his childhood, there was a certain evil, supernatural being that tried to take him away. He still has nightmares from that.
    
    
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    background

    
    
    Childhood
    
    Born to a young woman in a small rural village of Korea, Doryung’s first name was Seong. He had a normal early childhood, living with his mother and grandmother, but it all went downhill one night when he dreamt of a kindly woman leading him to a banquet. Within the dream, Seong happily ate, but when he woke up, he suddenly fell deathly ill, to the point he couldn’t even get out of bed. His mother tried everything—hospitals, priests, folk medicine—but it was his shaman grandmother who ended up saving him. She said that an evil spirit had latched onto the boy, draining him of his life and slowly sucking away his soul. The lavish dinner he’d seen in his dream? It had actually been his funeral feast.
    
    Jumping to action, his grandmother first performed a ritual to chase off the ghost. She then instructed Yeon to change her son’s name into Doryung, which meant ‘ghost of a young boy’. Names had power, after all, and she hoped that this way, the ghost would see him as yet another dead spirit and leave him alone. Doryung himself was forbidden from eating anything in his dream, and so one night, when he dreamt he was sitting in front of a feast again, he politely refused the lady.
    
    She then turned into a hideous beast, trying to drag the boy somewhere. Scared out of his mind, Doryung slapped himself awake. When he did so, he found that his grandmother had passed, and his illness had vanished.
    
    After his recovery, however, he was changed. He started seeing things that weren’t there, waking up his mother and crying about the headless man crawling on the ceiling, or the long-haired girl under the couch. Worse yet were the nightmares and slew paralysis visions that would haunt young Doryung constantly. His mother tried taking him to other famous shamans, but all they said in return were: Your son should not be alive now, and so he sees things that he should not.
    
    Teenage years
    
    In an attempt to give her son a better life, and hoping against all hope that a change in scenery would cure him, his mother decided to move abroad. But even after they immigrated, Doryung’s visions didn’t stop, and he quickly became withdrawn and disagreeable. The once bright, healthy boy became sickly and sour, never having any close friends or acquaintances in school.
    
    His mother began feeling as though she was out of options: they couldn’t go back to Korea, where Doryun had already been labeled a as the town’s crazy child, but staying in a foreign country all alone was incredible taxing for a single mother with a low-wage job. Every night she’d come home past midnight, and every time Doryung would leave something out for her to eat. Instead of using to the practices of old like her shaman mother, Yeon turned to medical and psychiatric help. For a little while, Doryung actually showed signs of improvement, but for one reason or another, his medications just weren’t right for him; but they only had so much money the could spend on getting him the right pills.
    
    Meanwhile, Doryung had gotten used to his visions. He’d discovered that a lot of the spirits weren’t malicious or evil… they just had trouble communicating their wishes to the living. He began resolving their grievances and helping the, find rest, which helped him discover a sense of purpose in return. Of course, his mother was vehemently against this, but it didn’t stop him from going behind her back and doing it anyways.
    
    The stress quickly eroded their relationship, with Yeon turning verbally, and sometimes even physically abusive towards her son, who had given up trying to convince her that no, he wasn’t crazy, and he wasn’t lying for attention. The two fought daily, sometimes more, and Doryung realized he would never get the support he needed from her. Even if he loved her, he realized needed to be far away from his mother, for the birth of them. And so, he started saving money.
    
    Adulthood
    
    With the relationship between him and his mother thoroughly destroyed, Doryung packed up and left his home the moment he turned eighteen and graduated high school. They had one last, disastrous fight about it, with his mother breaking down into tears and apologizing, begging her son not to leave. She swore she’d believe him this time around, that she’d change. At the end of the day, she still loved her baby.
    
    But Doryung had long since made up his mind.
    
    It was a rather cold-hearted decision, he knew that, but in the end, he packed up everything he owned into a small suitcase and walked out of their apartment, set for university. He still thinks about that day, from time to time, amd wonders if he really made the right decision.
    
    

    family lineage

    
    
    mother
    ↳ Yeon Yu
    Doryung’s mother was a single mom who tried everything she could to protect her son from the spirits around him, and tried her best to make his life normal. His mother made many attempts to rid Doryung of his curse, employing methods ranging from traditional rituals to even an exorcism, but none of them worked.
    
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    father
    ↳ Unknown
    His father was never talked or asked about, both by his mother and himself. All Dorian knows is that the man left them when he was very young.
    
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    grandmother
    ↳ Suni Yu
    This is Doryung’s maternal grandmother who basically raised him while his mother was off at work. She was a shaman, and taught him of the supernatural world: mainly on how to repel and attract spirits, how to resolve them of their resentment and send them back to the grave, and lastly, which ones to avoid completely. He remembers her as a warm person.
    
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    sisters/brothers
    ↳ N/a
    
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    pets
    ↳ Street cats(?)
    
    

  
  
  

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