Realistic or Modern woodcreek view (character sheets)

[fairyfawn]

Hello there and welcome to the character sheet thread for the demigod rp, woodcreek view! There is no set character sheet in place so you are free to use whatever sheet you would like to use, and it can be coded or not coded!

 

[fairyfawn]

• The Boy
• Tap
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  winston jade allen

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  RELATIONSHIPS:
  WIP, COME TO ME FOR RELATIONSHIPS
  
  FC/VC:
  Kaiisyourhomie
  
  DEITY PARENT:
  Bastet, the Egyptian goddess of cats, perfume, ointment, and fertility.
  
  SEXUALITY:
  Homoromantic Homosexual
  
  HEADCANONS:
  - will bite
  - cats cats cats cats
  - makes the best coffee
  - loves sweets
  - soft fluffy hair 101
  - messy ponytails are fashionable in his opinion
  - clumsy ass. tripping over nothing
  - what do you mean he's short? he is very tall thank you
  - sweaters and hoodies are his friends
  - did i mention he loves cats?
  - someone please remind Winston to take off his binder pls
  - has many pet cats
  - has Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Hypochondriasis
  - has an aroma of Dark Chocolate and Pumpkin
  - oversized sweaters
  - gloves and socks omg
  - Don't mind him he's just putting whipped cream, caramel, peppermint, and chocolate shavings in coffee
  - mmmm weighted blankets
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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• Elle Sterling

  Daughter of Nyx
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  basics

  name

  estelle mae sterling
  
  
  

  alias

  elle, ellie, esther [if you want death]
  
  
  

  age

  22 years old
  
  
  

  gender

  cis female
  
  
  

  pronouns

  she/her
  
  
  

  sexuality

  pansexual asf
  
  
  
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• the shadows know me

  visage

  height

  5'3"
  
  
  

  hair

  dark brown
  
  
  

  eyes

  gray
  
  
  

  style

  cozy & casual
  
  
  

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  persona

  personality

  Elle is a very guarded person, keeping most of her past and details about her life to herself. She always seems paranoid, glancing over her shoulder every couple of minutes as though she is being followed. Despite all this, she's also a very warm and sweet person. She'd give the shirt off her back to someone in need and always greets others with a smile.. albeit if someone looks close enough, they'll notice the shadows behind her eyes.
  
  
  

  likes

  coffee, stargazing, winter nights, cozy blankets, movies, fireplaces, rustic places, fuzzy socks, cats
  
  
  

  dislikes

  heights, rude people, judgmental people, hot weather, wet socks, sports, lasagna, pistachios
  
  
  

  vices

  secretive, shy, nervous, paranoid, timid, and quiet
  
  
  

  virtues

  kind, sweet, selfless, self-sufficient, perceptive, and brave
  
  
  
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• and say hello

  powers

  
  

  magical powers

  
  

  Offensive​

  As a child of Nyx, Elle has the ability to conjure weapon out of pure shadows which can be used for combat; however, only one weapon can be conjured at a time and it cannot be bigger than the one who conjured it. This can also be used for other non-combative objects, but within reason, something might be shaped like an iPod, but as shadows do not have any working parts and source of electricity, such as batteries, they would not actually play music.
  

  Defensive​

  Elle has the ability to conjure a cloak of darkness which will blunt physical attacks, but slows the movement of herself.
  

  Passive​

  Elle is innately stronger and is slightly less drained by her powers during the night.
  She can see perfectly in the night as if it were day and darkness in general.
  She can communicate with nocturnal animals.
  

  Supplementary​

  Elle has the ability to Shadow Travel,to teleport from shadow to shadow; the further the distance, the more is energy drained. This power is VERY draining in general and typically avoided.
  She can bend shadows around herself, concealing them for a short time.
  She is able to create complete darkness in a small area for a short time, extinguishing all light sources. She can also perform this power to a lighter extent, by putting out a single light bulb or candle with a thought.
  She also has the ability to create intangible stars, which will light an area for a short time but this also takes a lot of energy.
  
  
  [Source for powers: Nyx's Cabin]
  
  
  
  
  
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  interview

  Q.

  Background

  
  Elle’s life started from being born from a Goddess– which you think would mean her life was destined for greatness. But her mother was Nyx, the primordial Greek Goddess of the Night and that meant her mother simply did not have the time to raise Elle all by herself.
  
  She was instead given to a middle class family, raised in a medium sized house with an older brother and sister. Even though she knew she wasn’t related to them, she still viewed them as her own siblings. Her older brother was her role model, and her older sister, who was like her best friend, even if they were much older than her. To Elle, this family was filled with light and happiness and her parents were her heroes. Perhaps the first 6 years of her life was the greatness that came from being a demigod, but little to her knowledge at the time, her human adoptive mother and father had a dark past that was catching up with them. She never learned quite exactly what they had done, but they were in serious debt to a crime gang. Each night, she could hear her mother Nyx whisper from the night sky, giving her guidance and encouragement.
  Elle would occasionally hear hushed mentions of the gang, small fearful whispers before bedtime when her parents assumed she was asleep. Then one early morning, when the birds were chirping and the sun was spilling through, a loud commotion could be heard from below her room. Then suddenly six very sharp bursts of noise. Pang pang pang pang pang pang! Her parents and siblings were having breakfast and she was supposed to be with them, but she was too busy looking under her bed for her stuffed animal. Upon hearing the chaos, fear took a hold of her and she darted under her bed, hoping she could stay hidden. It was daytime, her mother couldn’t help her now.
  
  Her hiding spot was to no use however as dark heavy boots approached the six year old’s bed and sure enough, looked under. A toothy grin met her wide eyes as she was pulled from underneath. She was certain that this was it, trembling with fear. Maybe it was sour luck but the man who bore the toothy grin felt bad for the young trembling girl. So instead, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her downstairs. The last time she saw her family was them sitting on the dining table.. limp.. and pooled with blood.
  
  The leader of the gang was skeptical over Elle's company at first, but soon figured she could be of good use. For the first couple of years, she was used as bait for those with warm hearts. She was trained to be one of them, learning how to stab a man and shoot a gun. While she held resentment towards the group for killing the one good thing in her life, she plotted to escape one night. Talking with her mother, she knew what the group was teaching her would be useful and some nights when she was alone, she learned how to use some of her powers with the help of Nyx.
  
  After a while, Elle grew tired of being in the gang. She had already learned everything she could and she was simply wasting time staying with them. She knew if she didn't, she would die or worse, slowly become one of them and she couldn't stand the thought of it. Keeping to the shadows late at night, she escaped through the hideout with cash she had stolen from them. She became well acquainted with the night, using the shadows to her advantage to stay hidden. She could hear her mother’s voice guiding her, giving her directions to a small town with others like her. Other god children that also had powers much like her.
  
  Still wary of the gang that would most likely follow her ‘til they killed her, she kept her guard up, making sure not to be followed. Every person she met, she gave a fake name and only paid in cash until she reached Woodcreek View. Once she stepped foot, she found herself getting a job as a barista in the coffee shop attached to the library. It was quaint and perfect. And then she learned she had a human father still out there in the world.
  
  

  Q.

  Friendships?

  
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  Romance?

  
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[Cello.]

• Water
• Nature
• Death

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  ΦΑΕ

  
  
  
  

  φαε

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  Σειρήν

  
  

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    FAE COVE

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    TWENTY-FOUR

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    5'3, 160cm

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    hair

    
    

    Long glossy waves of auburn hair streaked with highlights of ginger cascade down her back.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    eyes

    
    

    The hue of calm crystal blue seas, her eyes reflect that of clear pools that dance and twinkle in the sunlight. They are alluring and enchanting, much like the caress of violent seas that call to sailors. Not even the most disastrous storms compare to what lies behind those gentle eyes because no one sees her mind now, do they?
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    scars

    
    

    Violent turmoils in the ocean have caused multiple collisions with rocks and corals, littering her in jagged pink lines. A battle with a shark that latched onto her side, crescent moons now mare what once was smooth skin.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    With the delight and fascination of sea animals, she has a myriad of them tattooed on her body: A fish skeleton below her left collarbone, a jellyfish on her sternum, an angler fish on her left hip, a lionfish on her right hip, an octopus on her left thigh, and a hammerhead shark on her right shoulder.
    
    She has her lobes and cartilage pierced.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Faes natural expression emanates bubbly friendliness that seems to draw people towards her.
    
    Fae is a very loquacious person and loves to trail into long talks about anything and everything, mainly that of clothing and gossip. Though off-handed comments can be made by her, dropping weird statements into a conversation about puppies.
    
    Being the daughter of the goddess Ceto, it is no surprise Fae is a danger herself, a bewitching and hypnotic song that has led more than one set od sailors to their death. She has adapted to humming or signing when she is isolated.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Being comfortable is not a word that is in Faes vocabulary of clothing. Being a fanatic about staying in fashion, her closet is constantly shifting but one thing is constant, the bright and fun hues and headscarves. She also is a lover of heels and corsets, commonly found in most of her outfits.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
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    TRAITS

    Passionate, dedicated, imaginative, graceful, lively, bold, friendly, flirtatious, oblivious, noncommittal, workaholic, chaotic, impatient, vengeful, adrenaline junkie and determined.
    

    IN DETAIL

    
    A bright and cheerful individual who is as wild as the wind as she dances through the streets when the world has gone quiet. A flash of glimmering teeth and a haunting song and how they plummet down to the serrated rocks below.
    
    Of course, no one sees that side.
    
    She sets up an effervescent exterior to let people feel welcome and safe around her, knowing how difficult it can be for them. Theres a joy in being a dichotomy to what she should be. Tending to seek out more hostile individuals because there is something there that makes her heart race at the possible danger. Of meeting someone like her.
    
    As someone who takes great pride in her work, she puts her all into everything from cleaning a tank to creating new pieces of fashion. Being the imaginative being she is, she tells a story or conveys emotion with every piece. If she gets you onto the topic of fashion or anything shes is passionate about, you might want to clear your schedule for the rest of the night because she will speak for hours on end.
    
    It can be fascinating to hear what she speaks about or it can be confusing as anything she says is normally what comes to mind. Faes mind is a giant turmoil, no second of peace as it tears and battles itself with how she should act and how she actually does. Never sure if what she feels is her own feeling or those she surrounds herself with. The façade has cracks in it – yelling, screaming, and crying that always ends with bloody lips, bruises, and therapy. Maybe this is why they all look at her in fear.
    
    She doesnt want to hurt them. She doesnt want all her lovers to leave. If only they could see that, that wasnt actually her. If only they saw she was loyal, kind, and caring. Or was the violent side actually her? Though being the oblivious person she is, she often misreads signals. Never one to get backhanded compliments or most insults. If she does get it, you better watch out, calm seas easily turn violent.
    
    
    

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    — There is no telling where Fae is most of the time, she is trying to make the most of life while she is away from her mother.
    — Fears becoming another one of her mothers creations, chickens, and blobfish.
    — Has a habit of never wearing shoes which is probably not good when scaling a rocky cliffside.
    — She has a very nice singing voice, too bad if you listen to it you will die. She probably should have told her choir group on a ship this.
    — When nervous she tends to rub her throat or pick at her lips.
    — For being so graceful she surely does trip on air alot.
    — May have a breakdown because you cooked her fish friend and offered it to her.
    — Weird obsession with the TV show Sharktank with people inventions. Still waiting to see the shark.
    — Loves shells and anything shiny, may take someones dead great grandmothers earrings.
    — Please dont let her in a shoe store, she will buy the entire shop. She already has enough.
    — Minor obsession with flowers, dont be surprised if you see her lying in a feild.
    — Thinks ice cream is a perfectly acceptable reason to break into a store in the middle of the night.
    — Wants to go to Hawaii because of the black sand beaches. A change of scenery.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Singing, Rocks, Coral, Stars, Tea, Pens, Ink, Books, Dancing, Lights, Fashion, Embroidering, Snakes, Fish, Needles, Silk, Any Color Dye, Blueberries, Pumpkin, Kitchens, Gardens, Roses, Whales, Sharks, Lion Fish, Tattoos, Mirrors, Flowers, High Heels, Dogs, Ice Cream, Feeding Fish

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Dandelions, Being Quiet, Not Being Able to Roam, Loud Noises, Caves, Fires, Studying, Doing Dishes, Nets, Vacuums, Lava Lamps, Fridges, Blenders, Hospitals
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
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    Born to the deity of earth, Pontus who was appointed the ruler of the ocean, and Gaea who was goddess of the earth, the one who watched over all. They bore the generation of primordial gods and goddesses of the sea, one of them being Ceto. The primordial goddess of sea monsters and large sea creatures.
    
    She ruled with a tyrannical hand, one known for her violence and monstrous children. Gorgons? Those belong to her. Ladon the Dragon? Hers as well. Echidna the half woman half snake? Hers. Those who dared cross her were met with a violent watery death or striking out with her horrid creatures. Over centuries many have been met with her wrath.
    
    The Titanic? A fit was thrown because her husband didnt get her the pearls she wanted and the ship was caught in the crossfire.
    
    The Lost City of Thonis-Heracleion? Oops! That was an accident! They worshiped another god anyways.
    
    The Underwater Museum in Mexico? They invaded an island with her gorgons on it, they deserved it. They just got relocated due to the complaint of them taking up space.
    
    The Bermuda Triangle? Just her having fun!
    
    The Mariana Trench? Clawed out with her fingers and home to her creatures because humans started hunting them.
    
    No matter what it was, the deep sea wonders could be backed up with excuses and pointed at other sea deities who ended up with the blame. What else could they expect from the mother of monsters?
    
    Then came the achievement of Sirens.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Many claim sirens came from another origin but it was Ceto who created them, blaming it on another sea deity and getting away with it.
    
    While Fae is questionable in origin, rumors of being a siren herself, a creation of Ceto who was meant to be another monster, and the rumor of Ceto taking on a human lover who drowned shortly after.
    
    While none are wrong, not are correct either. Ceto -- ever so proud of Fae took her to be raised in the ways of the Siren. She learned the hypnotic songs that dragged sailors to the bottom of the ocean. Eventually, she was released upon the world with her sister, raining chaos in their wake. A disastrous duo the two were but saw nothing wrong with it. How could they when they have never seen the other side?
    
    The more mischief they caused the more praise they received. Until a child called out on a ship, a cry that pierced the veil covering her mind, and yet she watched the child die. To scared to face her mothers wrath if she didnt. She swore she would stop, she couldnt hurt any more people. Their deaths and screams plagued her sleep night after night.
    
    Once again perched upon a rock, getting ready to sing or mouth the words. A mistake was made, a warship crossed where a different ship was supposed to be. A soldier raised his gun and shot her sister in the head. She hit the water with a slap and sunk to the ocean floor. Outraged with tears blurring her eyes, she sang them all to a violent death with the help of her mother. She watched every single one of them die without remorse.
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    After that, Ceto was faced with the wrath of other gods. Fine up until now after Faes actions of taking out the entire ship without a trace. Too much attention drawn in modern-day towards the deities. So in her final act of trying to keep Fae and not give her up, she sent her to Woodcreek. To be watched over and live with others like her.
    
    Were they just as deadly? Did they also sing a haunting tune? Did they also fear what they could become?
    
    Upon arrival, she carved her way into the hearts of fellow demigods, leading them to watery deaths or wishing that was the case. She promised never to look back and she was better than she was made to do but she is haunted by those she has killed -- massacred even. They still whisper to her and she fears going mad but she has to keep her image up. The friendly demigod everyone knows.
    
    What will happen when the claws clamp down on her freedom and she is forced to go back? Fearful of her own powers and what she knows will be inevitable.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    CETO

    
    
    
    

    Goddess of Sea Dangers

    
    
    
    

    Violent, Unforgiving, Scheming; So different but so similar to her mother. The demigod who wants to be free and normal while her mother wants her to return back to the ocean where she was meant to be. Doing the thing she was created to do, to kill.
    
    They are standing on a very thin wire right now as they get along sometimes even with sparse contact, but there are times she never wants to contact Ceto again. According to the other gods knowledge, Fae is subdued and hasnt killed anyone.
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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• The Prophet Cassandra
• Forest Daddy

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      River Malkav

      Conduit of Water, Riv, Rivvy

      Time. (23)

      River

      ... Judging You.

      February 3, 2003

      The Universe (San Diego, California)

      Earth.

      Painter/Struggling Musician

      Frigg
    • visage

      height

      5'9

      weight

      198 lbs

      hair

      
      Well. Naturally it's brown but that's BORING so he bleaches and dyes it regularly. Currently it's a shade of bright red-pink-red totally red. He's also done green, blue, black, and white. And he's a tad irresponsible so the roots often show.
      
      

      eyes

      
      They're the color of swamp. Dark raccoon circles. That's about it.
      
      

      physique

      
      Average. Best way to describe him is a three legged stool with one of the lil pads being longer than the other: wobbly, but uninteresting outside of how annoying he is.
      
      

      style

      
      I'm punk baby
      
      

      modifications

      
      Hair dye. Yep.
      
      

      face claim/Voice Claim

      
      Face claim is Gerard Way, Voice claim is Dallon Weekes
      
    • likes

      
      Snakes, owls, literature, mythology, anthropology, world cultures,
      
      

      dislikes

      
      Inauthenticity.
      
      

      hobbies

      
      People watching, reading, studying, creeping people ou- I mean.. um.. talking about what the kids talk about these days.
      
      

      habits

      
      Swaying back and forth to invisible music, figuring out secrets, listening to the universe speaking to them, being a completely normal boy
      
      

      ailments

      
      Despite multiple people trying to tell them otherwise, he has 0, mental or otherwise.
      
      

      fears

      
      Fears nothing but fear itself
      

      River is a very normal person. Extremely emotionally intuitive and extremely observant, some may say that he's a genius in a way. Almost like a prophet, he claims that he can hear the whispers of the universe. That is to say, people often talk like he isn't there. For better and for worse. He does get to hear a LOT of gossip, and added with his observational skills, he usually is really good at understanding what people are feeling despite his.. um. oddities...
      .
      Just kidding, he's super normal. Let's talk about sports. Yes. He does those. Mhm. Understands all the things about... feet... ball... goals.
      

      mind

      mythos

      childhood

      River was spawned
      
      

      Adulthood

      Funky painter man go brrr
      
      

      Powers

      River can see the future lolololololol
      
      
    • gallery

      
      - Aquarius Sun, Gemini Moon, Sagittarius Rising, Aquarius Mercury, Leo Venus, Aquarius Mars
      - Believes that he can talk to snakes. Jury's still out on that one.
      - Speaks TOTALLY NORMAL EVERYTHING IS FINE
      - Stares rather unblinkingly
      - Gives people fun little nicknames that are in no way indicative of how he views them
      - Does not follow his own advice
      - Reads a lot. Like. A LOT
      - Trying to become a musician
      - Has a lot of pet snakes. Pets - snakes that he grabbed from the garden and called his pets.
      - Really really likes screaming.
      - Draws as well on the side. Character design specifically.
      - Claims to be able to see the future
      - Other people usually do not follow his advice
      - Wobbly little man
      - 1/2 of what he says is gibberish. We don't talk about the other 1/2
      - Has surprisingly good stage presence
      

      additional info

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  • Honey when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, I feel like a person for a moment of my life.

    Auguste Cortes

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      Julien Auguste Cortes Martin

      Auggie (no), Jules (absolutely no)

      24

      Cis Male

      Gay

      June 30, 2003

      Madrid, Spain

      No seriously where is this town

      Bartender

      Terpsichore
    • visage

      height

      6'7

      weight

      217 lbs

      hair

      
      Dark and wavy, Auguste has let his hair grow out as long as it could healthily: both because he saves money on a hair cutter, and also because one of the rules in his mother's house was maintaining a shaved head. Just a little more teenage rebellion in an effort to show his freedom. On the usual, though, he usually keeps it in a topknot or in a messy bun in order to not interfere with his work. Another note of interest, is that he has a patch of white in his hair: a gift from his father which only serves to further make him stand out against his will in a crowd.
      
      

      eyes

      
      They are not a pleasant blue. His eyes are a light blue, but not the kind of light blue which most would covet - it's the scary kind of blue that makes people shy away. This is added with dark circles under his eyes from his chronic night terrors and subsequent insomnia. They have a world-weariness to them most days, but they also hold most of his emotion. His eyes just give everything away.
      
      

      physique

      
      Auguste has a kind of clumsy grace to his massive frame. He's a muscular giant at a terrible 6'7, with faded scars lacing his torso and his face. Though, these are slowly healing over time.
      
      

      style

      
      As he's grown up, Auguste has found that there are more colors to this world than just oppressive, stifling black. That is to say, color has gradually filtered into his wardrobe of wellworn comfort wear - earthy hues and the smallest pops of red or blue now has taken over his wardrobe, a man plucked out of the mountains.
      
      

      modifications

      
      He has two tattoos. Don't ask about them.
      
      (For the record, one's his father's initials, the other is a gang tattoo that he does not have the money to remove).
      
      

      face claim/Voice Claim

      
      Face Claim is Timothy Hughes, Voice claim is Andrew Hozier-Byrne.
      
    • likes

      
      Nature, Poetry, Books, Knitting, Quiet things, Tea, Coffee, Jazz, Old movies, Swing music, Dancing, Punk rock, Performing, Concerts, Hiking, Stray cats, Gardening, Dogs, Bears, Wolves, Sudoku, Crosswords, Breaking rules
      
      

      dislikes

      
      Gossips, Priers, Arrogance, Rich People, People who are too nice, Pity, Having a bald head, Manipulation (especially of the emotional kind), Winning fights, Knives, Violence, Gang related incidents, Driving, Fire, Heights, Media Attention, Social Media, Papparazzi, Gossip magazines, Fame, Sucking up to people, Lying, Low ceilings, overhanging lamps, overhanging potted plants
      
      

      hobbies

      
      Reading, Playing guitar, Knitting, Hiking, Doing puzzles, Skyping his friend, Swimming, Hiking, Working out
      
      

      habits

      
      He knits when stressed, and also sometimes will play with his hair. Also feet shuffling, and knocking his head against ceilings and lamps and tree branches and having panic attacks over accidentally stepping on someone's foot.
      
      

      ailments

      
      Auguste suffers from c-PTSD and all the fun things that come with it - including improper, incomplete treatment because he can't afford his therapist or his medication.
      
      

      fears

      
      Stepping on people 5'0 and under, running into people who look small and frail, overly aggressive people, life, heights, people who are nice, people who are mean, headstrong people, timid people, anyone that is not him, himself, and his parents.
      

      Dark and brooding, Auguste at first glance is your classic bad boy. A complete and total prodigy in the arts, he excels at the work he's given with a silent kind of passion and drive. Not necessarily whiny, but with a deeply critical and self-critical view of the world, he can be quite cynical and abrasive to deal with at first. That is, if you can get him to say anything to begin with.
      
      Of course, once people get past the sarcasm, they'll find an incredibly passively anxious kid. This is Auguste's second layer, and to be completely frank, it's the one that people rest upon the most: it's how he's protected himself by wrapping himself up in the soft passiveness. You could pour soup in his lap, and despite how he might appear, he'd probably apologize to you for it. Mild-mannered, he is generally polite, and even though most of his slight comments and sarcasms exist, they don't carry much weight to them. He's still every bit as cynical though and generally is pretty open about being absolutely terrified of the people around him. But, digging past this leads to a darker and darker rabbit hole.
      
      Auguste is a liar and manipulative. See, he's not so much afraid of other people, he's more afraid of himself and what lies beneath.Extremely self-isolationist and quite the hypocrite, he's smart but at the same time self-defeating and horribly self-doubting and absolutely positive that at the end of every rainbow there's a big gaping pit waiting to drag him back down once again. It's led to a defeatist mentality but a deep craving for affection.
      
      And that isn't even accounting for the rage that he's taken to suppressing. On some level, Auguste is full of wrath and anger at everything, but he keeps it locked inside of him with the mild-manners and the passiveness and the sarcasm. This explosive anger though has led to a lot of Auguste's guilt-complex and him forcing himself to be much more mild and passive than he would be naturally so that he never hurts a single person ever again.
      

      mind

      mythos

      childhood

      Some fucked up shit
      
      

      Gang Life

      More downhill from here
      
      

      powers

      He sings pretty
      
    • gallery

      - Cancer Sun, Gemini Moon, Aquarius Rising, Pisces Mercury, Sagittarius Venus, Taurus Mars
      - Would adopt a dog on the side of the road because it looked sadly at him
      - Slowly gaining more and more muscle mass (hates it)
      - Hyperflexible in most of his joints from the years of stretching
      - Perfect pitch and an excellet auditory memory
      - Has kissed a total of 3 people
      - Scared of stepping on people 5'0 and under
      - Can throw a fully grown man like he's a baseball
      - Would be a very good stripper
      - Gets an average of 4 hours of sleep a night. It's fine.
      - Lost his chops on everything but guitar at this point
      - Probably should be on some kind of medication, isn't.
      - Apologizes to tables for stubbing his toe on them
      - Tbh this close to becoming a Disney princess
      - The only one in the gang that managed to escape. He doesn't like thinking about what's happening to the others right now.
      - Was in a punk band with a "theatrical flair." ie: a bunch of middle schoolers dressed up, played shitty punk songs, screamed a little bit, and called it a day.
      

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  coded by natasha.
  
  

 

[solarsaphia]

• the forest's guard
• the stargazer

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  suffocate me so my tears can be rain​

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  name ─
  

  agnes sköberg.​

  
  pronouns ─
  

  she/they/he.​

  
  age ─
  

  twenty-one.​

  
  orientation ─
  

  pansexual.​

  
  species ─
  

  demigod.​

  
  ethnicity ─
  

  white (swedish).​

  
  faceclaim ─
  

  erika linder.​

  
  

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  i will water the ground where i stand​

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  height ─
  

  5'5"​

  
  build ─
  

  athletic.​

  
  virtues ─
  

  patient.
  hardworking/motivated.
  never self-centered.
  thoughtful.
  helpful.
  practical.
  good listener.​

  
  vices ─
  

  very, very stubborn.
  quiet to a fault.
  intimidating.
  fatalistic.
  grumpy, sometimes callous.
  blunt.
  passive, never makes the first step.​

  
  

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  so the flowers can grow back again​

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  godly parent ─
  

  skadi.
  norse goddess of hunting, winter, and mountains.​

  
  powers ─
  

  can nonverbally communicate w/ most animals (this, however, doesn't mean they cooperate.)
  cyrokinesis. ice go brrrr.​

  
  history ─
  

  the story goes that one night in the frigid planes of northern sweden, a child went missing. posters of a tiny, red-cheeked blonde circulated for months, to no avail. it was as if they had been snatched up by the wind herself, wandering to the woods only to find there was no way back home.
  
  the child's father, a fisherman with a troubled past, has not been seen for a long, long time. some say the child ran away from him. some say it wasn't his fault.
  
  did you know he sings a lullaby for her every night? come home, come home. it's quiet, rasping with age, but sometimes agnes will hear the wind calling - a song they want to remember but can't quite grasp. he'll try and listen, but before long there is the bang of a gunshot or the scream of a tree. the protector of these forests has much work to do.​

  
  

  code by valen t.
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  indigo child, this is the time​

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  name ─
  

  mona hadi.​

  
  pronouns ─
  

  she/her.​

  
  age ─
  

  twenty.​

  
  orientation ─
  

  lesbian.​

  
  species ─
  

  demigod.​

  
  ethnicity ─
  

  half moroccan, half egyptian.​

  
  faceclaim ─
  

  imaan hammam.​

  
  

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  oh, i can read your mind​

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  height ─
  

  5'10"​

  
  build ─
  

  lanky.​

  
  virtues ─
  

  curious.
  friendly.
  precise/thorough.
  abstract thinker, but realistic.
  organized.
  awkwardly charming.
  tactful.​

  
  vices ─
  

  impatient.
  overly attached.
  anxious.
  low confidence.
  aloof.
  excitable.
  prone to spiraling thoughts.​

  
  

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  facing the world, running in circles​

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  godly parent ─
  

  thoth.
  egyptian god of the moon, wisdom, and writing.​

  
  powers/skills ─
  

  intelligence (think annabeth from pjo).
  night vision.
  able to read/write in any language, no matter if it's still spoken today.
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  history ─
  

  all mona can remember is the library - its golden columns, seeming to spiral up to the sky itself, while dust trailed from the car speeding into the distance. he came to her then. he blinked at her through the eyes of a bird, his vast knowledge failing him for once as he led his daughter inside.
  
  protégé, that's what his friends call her. she knows more than any human could, and sometimes he tells her that she could change everything. her days and nights are spent reading books destroyed thousands of years ago.
  
  her memories of her mother are faded and dreamlike. she remembers her leaving, but not much else, for all the other things she's learned since she left seem far more important. she stares into a pool of moonlight and thinks: are you sure you want to find the one that ran away?​

  
  

  code by valen t.