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three plus describing their life before their capture, their first death, and their feelings towards the experiment after their capture. how do they feel about what they are, if they even know, how each death or their singular experience has affected them. do they really want to escape? or do they accept this dismal kind of fate? have at it, kiddos.
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god must be a lonely man
alias ... none he's boring ://
age ... ??????
gender ... cismale
dob ... january 11
zodiac ... capricorn
pob ... ???? intensifies
romantic orientation ... demiromantic
sexual orientation ... pansexual
ethnicity ... african american
fc ... leroy moritz aiyanyo
height ... 6'3"
weight ... 170lbs.
eye color ... hazel
hair color ... black
distinguishing marks ... likely has stubble across that jawline of his since he is Tired™
body mods ... he has his left ear pierced
vc ... henry cavill
positive traits ...
negative traits ...
likes ... cellos?? like damn, winters, arguments,
dislikes ... most people (that's a lie though), attachment, helplessness, who needs proper morals these days???, stars because fuck that room
strengths ... self-reliant, tactics, getting himself into more trouble to spare, endurance
weaknesses ... feeling weak as a whole, those small few that have gotten to his ancient heart, "i hate you" (another misconception), disassociating
fears ... countdowns, making decisions for others, finding purpose
moral alignment ... chaotic neutral
mbti ... entp-t
number of nde's ... are we really going there
time captured ... 2011, the year the project started
gift ... omnipathy
theme song ... god must be a lonely man // ashworth
spoken languages ... try him
sitting high up above
"when will you die, dear?"
chapter I ... awake
he liked to make the joke that his start was the "great value brand genesis." one moment he never existed, the next, by some ethereal bullshit, he was seeing stars. his only company for the first several years of his newfound life was the old woman he eventually called his mother. she was kind, all-knowing, yet blunt like any comfortless force. but he looked up to her, loved her, and continued to do so until she pulled from the dark pit in front of her an orb of some sort and shoved it into his chest. she said it was a gift. she promised he'd understand when the time was right.chapter I ... awake
kol was flooded with raw feeling, something he never had the luxury of knowing before until the light took over. he liked to think he woke up from an unknown sleep then -- despite the fact that he really did. at some muddled point his eyes had closed, and when they opened he felt grass beneath his feet and saw far more than space. there were trees, there was a breeze he took up in his lungs, and then there was a village.
chapter II ... purpose
there was a male who walked the earth with far more emotion than he cared to carry, and weights on his shoulders that equally held their own kind of burden. he watched, waited, for the chosen such as himself. he never knew when they'd be born, when they'd die for the first time, where they'd be. he went off the pulls, the gift he slowly learned to hate. however, he was unbeknownst to the plague of his reality until it hit him in the form of several stones. perhaps it was the plan all along: to watch him stagger before he had a chance to stand."was this my purpose?"
did she plan to make the color of his skin some sort of sin? did she plan to watch him fall for the second chosen? did the old woman anticipate his first death, too?
he was asleep again, or at least he had to be if he was back amongst the untouchable stars. although, the woman's expression seemed far too calm despite witnessing his execrated demise. he didn't realize what was once considered a dream was now a curse. she didn't speak when he begged for answers. she didn't look at him when he was on his knees crying to stay, holding out his hands for the door that'd bring him peace. he liked to choke on the saltwater he produced just to make a failed point. instead she sent him back when his answers were not enough; the countless times he snapped at her only brought the cold in his heart to surface.
and every time, he woke up loathing the site of his own blood, and aching for the safety of every new chosen. all except himself.
chapter III ... cold
one slip up suddenly became his legacy. "the man that returned," "the other side exists," "immortality: no longer fiction." each title was all the same to kol, for all they did was exclaim his one mistake in a nice bold font and an unnecessary exclamation point. what stung more was that for the first time, his death didn't revolve around anyone but himself and his stupidity. his car was smashed in by another, that was all, yet somehow it was the worst out of all of them -- because in the end, he got more killed than he ever intended.he flatlined on the table like he had done countless times on far harsher, uneven surfaces. but suddenly there were people to watch when he came back from yelling at the woman who continuously betrayed him. he didn't apologize for trashing the room in a frantic attempt to leave; everyone was simply in the way and he couldn't get out fast enough.
he was sedated before he reached the last door. some might've seen the twitched smile he had on his face when the irony clenched his heart. it was just another door he couldn't get to, just another escape life wanted him to have no part of. he did, however, appreciate the numbness that washed over him when a needle pierced the side of his neck. that was nice; he never felt numb before.
chapter IV ... proposal
he had to be honest, the cuffs were a nice touch. for as popular as he became, the hospital had a unique way of showing their hospitality. reporters poured through the doorway he couldn't close. while their questions were more often counted with bitten words, they were irritatingly relentless -- much like himself, if he were to actually admit it. nights were filled with curses at himself, days staring out the window he almost wanted to jump through. a ghost of a man with a tempered disposition. unfortunately there were no alternative facts.until a doctor of the scientific variety entered and closed the door.
"i'm conducting a study..."
kol only said yes to get out. he said yes because he would've given anything to be free in more ways than one. but he didn't wake back up in new zealand. in fact, he didn't necessarily want to wake up again when his predicament registered to him.
chapter V ... damn
the things that were done? those didn't break him. kol was broken long before the doctor's fatal reach -- specifically by someone he once considered family. now he was doomed to see her over, and over, and over. old methods meant casual sessions of torture to get answers. there was no progression from one extreme to the next. the doctor was young, impatient, and desired more than he'd be able to chew.but when he was down, he stayed down, and he mumbled the vague descriptions he was given of those who had the same curse as he.
"she's burning up"
"there's a shock, jolt, and quake"
"a plea, beg, and cry"
"a crash, wreck, and burn"
"he's losing a war but finding himself when he's with her"
"she accepts it, craves it, but she didn't deserve what happened"
"she doesn't want to be stuck again"
"she lost her faith a long time ago"
"he lost his son, his everything"
"she's trying to prove herself with the gun she calls her lips"
"he's a wild stray, but never wholly a beast"
"being alone has been her salvation"
"a small king who's clouding himself"
"always running, always running"
"a child who had his own unknown to him"
"a crime prince who unwillingly lost the princess"
"he doesn't want life, but he can't handle death"
"have fun with that, you twat."
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i'm not beat up by this yet
alias ... sriracha
age ... twenty-three
gender ... cisfemale
dob ... august 10
zodiac ... leo
pob ... portland, oregon
romantic orientation ... demiromantic
sexual orientation ... demisexual
ethnicity ... brazilian, french
fc ... cindy mello
height ... 5'6"
weight ... 135lbs.
eye color ... dark brown
hair color ... light brown
distinguishing marks ...
body mods ... n/a
vc ... zoe kravitz
positive traits ... empathetic, self-discipline, plain-spoken, conciliatory, tenacious
negative traits ... opportunistic, fickle, meticulous, headstrong, covetous
likes ... rainstorms, classic rock tbh she is an Old Soul,
dislikes ... being touched without a warning first, being cold, insensitivity, yelling, crying also sucks, sugar-coating Don't Lie
strengths ... quick-witted, star navigation
weaknesses ... miléna, aedan, anyone else she gives her heart to, being in the dark, yelling Again
fears ... putting others in harm's way, losing more people than she already has, failing in general
moral alignment ... true neutral
mbti ... istj-t
number of nde's ... four and counting...
time captured ... a month ago
gift ... combustive touch/inducement
theme song ... angel on fire // halsey
spoken languages ... english, vague portuguese from her grandparents
fire, help me to forget
"thank you."
chapter I ... shoulda, coulda, woulda
a young girl became a woman before she could comprehend the life that lied ahead of her. things blurred prior to the age of seventeen as if she were looking through fogged glass; while she knew there were things behind it, the clouded barrier was placed for good reason. small clear circles held the moments with the only guidance she received from her grandparents - too little too late was still something. a mother was supposed to guide her, aid her, bestow her own strength. a father was supposed to protect her, hold her, walk with her. those titles were never earned by the intended individuals.chapter I ... shoulda, coulda, woulda
chapter II ... empty; tw ... sexual assault
the night was dark and full of terrors. the path was the same as it had always been.she had taken the same turn since she was fourteen.
the one thing her mother ever told her directly happened to be the only thing she actually should have paid attention to. how cruel that the story of red riding hood was nothing if not real. the trip to her grandparents' house was clearly too good of an opportunity to maim. one alleyway seered into her like an iron, claiming her as its victim - his. one more corner and she would've been safe. the noise that lured her eventually drew more sound by the end. hands were claws into her skin. torn fabric left her to dread even herself. but each grasp was intended, each mark would be remembered, every breath would ghost upon the surface regardless if it had been years since it happened.
her wish for it to end was granted in a way she embraced if only for a moment. he pushed her down hard enough to keep her there. her whole body ached and burned under his touch; it seemed only fair that when she was finally free, she died.
"what troubles you?"
"i was weak, wasn't i? i didn't stop him."
she thought the stars were her delusions to the trauma before her. thalia had no intention of noticing the blood that now clung to the back of her head when wild eyes finally opened with a yell for no one but herself.
it took fourteen minutes before her grandfather found her. she was frantic to keep him away the second he crouched down to touch her knee.
chapter III ... whole
over time, the feeling of others was almost one still hesitantly approached, but eventually received at the very least. she lived solely with her grandparents, as she had enough trouble finding words to explain what happened that night to herself. they never asked questions unless she was the one to give the answer first. the only thing she admitted to was that she was no longer the same, evident in the scorches left on her sheets and the fires that made her palms shake.until she found a best friend through craigslist, and her lifeline at a bar. miléna was the one she could confide in while simultaneously bantering back to. aedan, however, was something entirely different. out of everyone in that damned bar...
"he needs to stop." "stop what?" "being. he needs to stop being, it conflicts me." "honey, that's called attraction."
insufferable, painstakingly right all the time - so close yet she didn't mind. they might have bickered constantly, but one thing still remained: when they both finally shoved, neither of them pulled back. thalia found comfort in his kiss when he asked her for it. she could actually breathe in his arms when he asked to hold her. he asked, and that was all she wanted, all she needed. it always came back to aedan and his "stupidly attractive smirk" that beamed on his "stupidly attractive face." always him, for there wouldn't be anyone else.
at least, there wouldn't be before she ran herself into someone else's arms in confusion for how loving aedan's really were.
chapter IV ... cold; tw ... dv situations
"sorry to my unknown lover. sorry that i can't believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me."
"sorry to my unknown lover. sorry that i can't believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me."
she didn't mean to leave. she wanted to take it all back the second the door slammed behind her. thalia questioned the love she deserved with the idea that she didn't. he didn't need to deal with her, he didn't need to be burdened. but none of those were ever the case. thalia couldn't handle the good she received.
the woman reverted to her plagued youth all over again. if she didn't hold onto the good, then perhaps the bad was all that her body would welcome. and it did - like an unclosed wound exposed to pure salt, she endured it, disregarding what effect it had on the one person she really wanted.
"if i keep my eyes closed, he looks just like you."
dakota picked up the broken pieces she made for herself. her desperate heart clung for anything and everything, only to receive old touches she thought she washed away. she was choking on her guilt, drowning in her regret, and paying horrible prices for an alternative of the love she'd never achieve without the immortal who saved her before.
his impatience tattered her, his hold bruised her. she let another wolf take a bite out of her and called it rightful. she lost her fire when he ripped it from her through hated words. feeling cold again was what hurt the most. one call to miléna brought aedan back. she just needed him back. even with blood on his fists and his rough kiss when he took her away, she needed him. it was always supposed to be aedan.
chapter V ... ends
they mended and melted together all over again. he took her back and took dakota completely out. she enveloped in aedan's arms because they brought her back to the warmth she lost. two months of their rekindled love lead to a ring on her finger, making her feel like she had something solid to lean against for the first time in her life; however, a mere two weeks afterwards stripped her of that solidarity the moment his hand left hers and the doctor pulled him away.then it was london, then miléna. each pillar of her life were taken right out from under her. until finally she gave up, relinquished herself to the inevitable when running was no longer desired if it meant never seeing them again.
it was ironic, really. the girl who didn't want to be touched finding herself in a glass cell. the epitome of 'look, don't touch' becoming something of a cruel joke. it didn't hurt as much until she watched him die for the first time, when her still-beating heart was practically pulled from her chest as she waited for him to wake. yet they continued, as painful as they were, with each person she held dear. and slowly, each time, she died, too.
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faerie sightings
- AEDAN AHEARNE
one sip; bad for me.
STATS
name: aedan ahearne; alias: immortal asshole #1; age: 300; dob: march 24; zodiac: aries; pob: dingle, ireland; romantic orientation: heteromantic; sexual orientation: pansexual; ethnicity: irish
APPEARANCE
fc: roman kerimov; height: 6'5"; weight: 178lbs; eye color: brown; hair color: brown; distinguishing marks: a birthmark of the celtic rune for god and the rune for man on the back of his neck; vc: colin o'donohottie;
PERSONA
vices: arrogant, possessive, erratic, irritable, violent; virtues: caring, charming, protective, honest, resilient; likes: his cat, being an asshole tbh, thalia saying his name, parties with london, going home to ireland; dislikes: people touching thalia, when his cat is being a bITCH, miléna calling him the zodiac killer, humanity, dr. dickhead; strengths: slight of hand, pick pocketing, seduction, telling people what to do,
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tw: s*icide
-- ch one. original sin
Aedan was conceived by accident. The product of a scandalous affair and a lonely pair of bodies. His mother, a witch, didn't know he was growing within her when she and her sisters found themselves in the middle of Stonehenge, drinking from a chalice one of them found by the rocks.
The Holy Grail poured wine into their mouths as they laughed and performed the ritual they travelled so far to do. They would have never guessed what they were drinking from, nor would they have guessed what it would do to the little boy they didn't know was coming into their lives. His fate would come to be known after his family was dead and gone from his life.
The boy grew up happy. His four aunts -- though they weren't related by blood, the bond of a coven was stronger -- and his mother took care of him. They taught him how to behave, how to speak, how to love. They taught him to be happy.
Unfortunately they did not teach him how to survive misery. There were times when sadness coursed through his veins, but never like misery he felt that summer evening. The last night he was a human.
“Let me go, be a good man. I’ll see you again someday.” His mother cooed, tucking the teenaged Aedan away somewhere he would be safe.
He didn’t care about what she had told him, he followed behind the five women who raised him. Watching as they were burned for being different. For being unholy. He’s never felt as mortal as he felt watching his life turn to ash.
It was that night that he shoved the dagger into the heart of the man who set them ablaze, the very man responsible for his birth. He followed suit on himself, bleeding out in hopes of reuniting with his mother. He woke up in a coffin, on it’s way to be buried. The town was convinced he was a witch like his mother and dropped a flame to the coffin he lay in.
-- ch two. risen from the ashes
They left the coffin to burn, he crawled out of it’s cinders and fled the town. He had seen her through that damned window. He had seen them all, yet the old woman didn’t let him through. He cried himself to sleep that night, and many more after that.
She had wanted him to be a good man, but in truth he had no idea how to do that. Not without her. He was alone. He was afraid.
His first spiral was far less deadly than his others would turn out to be. Alcohol, a different girl in bed each night, fist fights that he always won. He was living a life of idiocracy, but it was all he knew to do.
-- ch three. awakening of a god
He died again at twenty-two. A bar fight that resulted in a stab wound. It was then he stopped aging, stopped feeling. He was a god amongst men. He had newfound power and it fueled him.
Not that he did anything good with that power.
-- ch four. the cycle
Until he met her. A girl who didn’t know what it meant to be happy, a perfect pair for a man who didn’t know how to handle misery. Born 55 years apart, made to be partners in crime -- and in fun.
He wished he could’ve killed the first man who hurt her. He made up for it with the second. He pulled her wet hair out of her face and helped her get back on her feet. London was the one thing that kept him sane sometimes. Despite their own insanity.
They parted ways many times throughout their eternity. They always came back together. It was a cycle.
At a party in Dublin, at a speakeasy in New York, on the docks in Boston.
“What did you do, you stupid ass immortal?”
“I’ve done some bad things, London.”
-- ch five. not a god, but a monster
She helped him clean up the messes. Tangling in the bed of a mafia had sent him down a spiral he wouldn’t be able to escape so easily. Alcohol, cigarettes, women, and death.
They lost count of the times he died, hoping his blood would wash away what was on his hands. Hoping to find his mother waiting on the other side. He never did. His human side finally lost and the guilt was lost with it.
Separating from London that time was easier, he felt no pain anymore. He didn’t feel anything. He liked it.
-- ch six. human
He had not felt human since the night he lost his family, dying twice did that to a man. He had felt godly since his twenty-second year. Until he met her. She was fiery, she was angry, she was undeniably everything he had ever wanted.
Thalia and Miléna, heavensent to pull Aedan back to the human side. The two females didn’t fall for his tricks, but even the second girl could see the tension forming between Aedan and Thalia. He’s not sure how it happened, how they became friends, how they grew to spend so much time together.
It was during a fight, when he announced he was going to kiss her. She started to protest, but was cut off by his mouth against hers.
“I’m sorry. You’re just so infuriating and intoxicating.”
Her response was another kiss.
She was afraid of him, she was afraid of anyone who got too close. He was slow, he asked before he touched her. Before he kissed her. Before anything.
Falling in love with her was the most intense high he had ever felt. The most intensely human yet godly feeling. She was everything he had ever wanted, needed. She was his humanity.
-- ch seven. mortality and loss
She left. It was a surprise to everyone. She was the one who left him.
He watched her move on. He couldn’t. His blood turned to alcohol and he thought about calling her. He couldn’t. He wanted to die. He couldn’t.
Mortality lead to humanity, humanity to loss, and loss to misery. He didn’t do well with misery.
London stayed with him, every night. Months passed. He was a broken toy. She didn’t know what to do.
He felt pain again, he felt his blood pouring down his body as he was stabbed during a bar fight. He liked it. He wanted to give into it. She didn’t let him.
“Aedan, Thalia’s in trouble.” Miléna’s call saved them both.
-- ch eight. love within misery
His fist met the other male’s face before either of them could even fully comprehend the other’s presence. Thalia stopped him, he lead her out. Through their screaming, through everything, he just wanted her.
He held her while she cried, he carried her into Miléna’s house. He came back when she woke up calling for him. He held her. He kissed her.
It took them awhile before she came home. He never wanted to let her go again.
Until he saw Dakota and snapped -- both figuratively and literally in the case of the other male’s neck.
His relapse lasted for days. He slept most of them away. She didn’t leave, despite knowing what he had done.
-- ch eight. eternity breaks
His proposal came only a month after. She said yes. They were happy. They were supposed to be okay.
Until he sacrificed himself to the doctor to save her, a mere week later.
She joined him not that long after, after London, after Miléna. His life crumbled in a moment. His deaths were painful, but every time he died -- she lived. He would die a thousand times to keep her safe.
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faerie sightings
- LONDON WHITE
i can smell your fear.
STATS
name: london yvonne white; alias: immortal asshole #2; age: 244; dob: november 2; zodiac: scorpio; pob: london, england; romantic orientation: biromantic; sexual orientation: bisexual; ethnicity: english, indian, african
APPEARANCE
fc: charlotte oc; height: 5'9"; weight: 123lbs; eye color: brown; hair color: black; distinguishing marks: a large scar on her stomach; vc: charlotte oc;
PERSONA
vices: intolerant, ruthless, detached, cold, arrogant; virtues: charismatic, logical, honest, affable, precise; likes: cats, petrichor, weird animals, gambling, drinking; dislikes: you, generally everyone, racism, bigotry, the fucking governemnt; strengths: getting her way, being a bitch, everything tbh idk she's amazing, knife shit,
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tw: r*pe, sexual assault
-- ch one. blood does not bind
Born into an era full of racism, slavery, and horrendous crimes. London’s mother was a slave, commonly referred to as the half-breed due to her lineage. Her father was a rich white man; her birth was a scandal, but not uncommon.
The child was not bound to the man by blood, but by the profit she would bring as she aged. She was another piece of property, an object to be used as he pleased. She was nearing her twenty-first birthday when he demanded she bear a child to make herself worth the time spent caring for her.
She refused, believing she had more to give than just her body. She didn’t recognize the white man who slipped between her thighs like a welcomed guest, covering her mouth to hide her protests and her cries. There was no child conceived, and the man who brought her into this world became angrier. There was yelling and her mother dove in front of the blade before it could touch her child.
It was in vain as they lay together bleeding out. She saw her mother on the other side of the window, she saw freedom. She woke up. The man who did this to her mother was the next to fall, and it took her a moment before she realized she had done.
-- ch two. runaway slave
She stowed away in a ship, taking her from England to Haiti where she discovered voodoo and learned Haitian Creole and French. She arrived in 1795, and left in 1802, returning home to England. There she met Aedan. The two had a friendship like nothing she had ever experienced in her life.
Her newfound magic helped her to help other people, saving them from the things that were happening to them. It gave her a sense of purpose, until she was run from her home land once again for being a witch. Aedan left with her in 1840. They found themselves in what had once been a cluster of colonies, and now had become its own country.
They separated, but she always seemed to find him when he needed her to and he did the same for her.
-- ch three. reawakening
Life in America wasn’t easy. She used her gifts to help those who had been treated as she had. Killing slave owners, keeping entrances to the railroad hidden, whatever she needed to do. There was a time when she tried to settle, but wound up with her head in the water while Aedan pulled him off of her.
She lived in between England and America for the rest of her life, most recently settling in New York City. She had a small voodoo shop with an apartment above, Aedan, and eventually she discovered what love was. Though, she never had the chance to tell him her feelings, before the doctor took her.
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faerie sightings
- MILÉNA SZABÓ
pebbles rise around her feet.
STATS
name: miléna jazmin szabó; alias: millie, jaz; age: 24; dob: february 9; zodiac: aquarius; pob: budapest, hungary; romantic orientation: demi; sexual orientation: hetero; ethnicity: hungarian
APPEARANCE
fc: dajana rads; height: 5'8"; weight: 119lbs; eye color: brown; hair color: brown; distinguishing marks: just her face idk; vc: marie avgeropoulos
PERSONA
vices: aloof, nervous, bottled, sensitive, detached; virtues: empathetic, caring, artistic, creative, protective; likes: dancing in the rain, talking to plants, long walks, feeling safe; dislikes: bigotry, being afraid, being vulnerable around people, loud noises, that aedan knows hungarian and she can’t curse him in it whoops; strengths: herbal knowledge, cooking, marksmanship, sarcasm - it’s her favorite language; weaknesses: thalia/aedan/london, lowkey has panic attacks sometimes, bites off more than she can chew, “oh yEAH DR. DICKHEAD??”; fears: cLOWNS, the end of the world, tight spaces; moral alignment: chaotic good; mbti:isfp-t;nde's: one before this; captured: ~1 month; powers: druidic magic; spoken languages: hungarian, english, german, botanical, zoological;
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tw: neglect
-born in budapest
-moved to right outside nyc when she was three
-parents worked all the time and never had any time for her bc they wanted to “provide”
-her only friends were her maids
-talks to plants and animals more than humans
-fell into a HUGE hole when she was 12 and snapped her neck
-woke up covered in gross shit, willed her way out and was covered in black paint??
-basically her magic manifests as black paint but no she can’t actually paint
-her parents died when she was 18
-put out an ad on craigslist bc she was desperate to have a roommate
-input thaléna becoming the cutest brotp in the world
-idk everything else is thaedan drama (calls london and aedan her parents since they’re more like it than anyone else lmao) and then she got caught trying to protect thalia
-oops
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faerie sightings
- ARIEL KAPLAN
kuebiko personified
STATS
name: ariel mae kaplan; alias:
APPEARANCE
fc: gal gadot; height: 5'10"; weight: 138lbs; eye color: brown; hair color: black; distinguishing marks: scar around her throat from being choked; vc: gal gadot
PERSONA
vices: insatiable, arrogant, enigmatic, aggressive, irritable; virtues: charismatic, passionate, dependable, sympathetic, dauntless; likes: going back to israel, being in charge, dorian???? makes??? her happy???? wtf; dislikes: hate crimes, senseless violence, generally everyone idk; strengths: self defense, weaponry, disconnecting herself, cooking, yelling at people tbh; weaknesses: dorian/lysander/ontari, human connection and the loss that comes with it, gets really fucking angry really easy; fears: losing lysander again, the way she feels about dorian, dying for real; moral alignment: chaotic good; mbti:entp-a;nde's: three before this; captured: 1 year and 6 months; powers: weapon creation; spoken languages: german, hebrew, greek, english;
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GALLERY
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BIOGRAPHY
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tw: neglect
-born in germany to jewish parents
-lmao you know what that means don't you
-that's right she survived the holocaust
-did her parents????? no.
-gained her powers then (age 15), used them to help free jewish people from concentration camps
-lived in israel for a long ass time before moving to america
-met lysander through her criminal activities and they became bros (40 years ago)
-fell in love and got married, had a smol bean son
-neo-nazi killed all three of them : )))))
-met ontari watching him fight, but then he disappeared???
-lysander went missing a year later
-she met dorian at a christmas party where thEY ALL GOT FUCKING MURDERED
-anybody up for some ho ho homicide?
-generally she's had a shitty life idk
-doriel became friends and then lovers (and also beat the shit out of each other by boxing away their feelings)
-he went missing and she tracked down the doctor but.... "if you kill me your boys starve"
-cried when she saw all three of the people she cared about stuck here
-took her about two months to get a new nde, thanks to lysander and dorian
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[ phoenix qquuiinnnn elgan ; ]
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name: phoenix quinn elgan.
alias: generally just goes by phoenix.
age: physically twenty-four.
gender: cisgender male.
dob: april 30.
zodiac: taurus.
pob: neath, wales.
romantic orientation: demiromantic.
sexual orientation: heterosexual.
ethnicity: welsh.
alias: generally just goes by phoenix.
age: physically twenty-four.
gender: cisgender male.
dob: april 30.
zodiac: taurus.
pob: neath, wales.
romantic orientation: demiromantic.
sexual orientation: heterosexual.
ethnicity: welsh.
fc: matthew noszka.
height: 6'3" [190.5 cm].
weight: 180 lbs [82 kg].
eye color: brown.
hair color: golden blonde.
distinguishing features/marks: scar from a gunshot on the left side of his abdomen.
body mods: none.
vc:
height: 6'3" [190.5 cm].
weight: 180 lbs [82 kg].
eye color: brown.
hair color: golden blonde.
distinguishing features/marks: scar from a gunshot on the left side of his abdomen.
body mods: none.
vc:
positive traits: trustworthy, patient, forgiving, genuine, hard-working, respectful, considerate.
negative traits: self-critical, gullible, indecisive, avoidant, cautious, pushover, sensitive.
likes: probably long walks on the beach bc he's cliché, train rides, sappy movies, exercise, children, fuzzy blankets, hugs, london tbh, being a father ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
dislikes: having his picture taken, crowded rooms, hypocrites, promises that aren't kept, seafood, touchscreens tbh he has clumsy fingers, fire, the heat, funerals.
strengths: used to be a martial arts instructor so he can throw one hell of a punch and take a hit if necessary, in tip top physical condition, adaptable, extremely aware of his own limitations.
weaknesses: the people he loves, his own self-doubt is like a neon sign pointing at him, not very quick or agile, easily duped, does not work well under pressure.
fears: letting down people who are depending on him/being unable to protect those he cherishes, being burned alive.
moral alignment: lawful good.
mbti: infj-t.
number of nde's: two.
time captured: three weeks.
powers: power augmentation.
theme song:
spoken languages: english, some rudimentary welsh.
negative traits: self-critical, gullible, indecisive, avoidant, cautious, pushover, sensitive.
likes: probably long walks on the beach bc he's cliché, train rides, sappy movies, exercise, children, fuzzy blankets, hugs, london tbh, being a father ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
dislikes: having his picture taken, crowded rooms, hypocrites, promises that aren't kept, seafood, touchscreens tbh he has clumsy fingers, fire, the heat, funerals.
strengths: used to be a martial arts instructor so he can throw one hell of a punch and take a hit if necessary, in tip top physical condition, adaptable, extremely aware of his own limitations.
weaknesses: the people he loves, his own self-doubt is like a neon sign pointing at him, not very quick or agile, easily duped, does not work well under pressure.
fears: letting down people who are depending on him/being unable to protect those he cherishes, being burned alive.
moral alignment: lawful good.
mbti: infj-t.
number of nde's: two.
time captured: three weeks.
powers: power augmentation.
theme song:
spoken languages: english, some rudimentary welsh.
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TW: ch*ld death, su*cide
there was nothing wrong with the town that phoenix was born in, except that it was small and insignificant and cadell elgan had always thought that he and his family were destined for greater things. when phoenix was two they moved to boston, massachusetts, bustling and lively and everything that neath wasn't.
for a quiet boy from the countryside, phoenix took to city life surprisingly well. the elgan family never had much, but they had enough, and with only one son they managed to do just a little bit better than scrape by. phoenix was never lacking, and all was well and good.
at least, it should have been well and good.
but although phoenix, quiet country boy, took to city life well, his parents did not. they had lived their whole lives in wales, in neath specifically, and when they moved they failed to account for the culture shock, the wildly different lifestyle, the differing languages. their marriage bent under the strain of the tension; his mother blamed his father for moving them in the first place, his father blamed his mother for being so quick to jump on board and then pointing fingers when it started to go wrong.
phoenix was caught in the middle, left trying to mediate, but he was six-going-on-seven and too young to be good at it. by the time he was ten, however, he could navigate their irritation as easily as if he had an instruction manual on it, could quell their tempers before they blew.
that wasn't to say that all was perfect, though. far from it.
his father decided to cope by spending some time outside the house, only he spent so much time outside it was like he didn't have a place in their home anymore. phoenix's mother filled up all the empty space with harsh words against her husband, and phoenix never had any idea what to do. he didn't know if he wanted to defend his father or agree with his mother. it was like they were too busy being furious with each other to be parents at the same time.
and, at twelve, phoenix promised himself that he would be a far better father to his child than the lacking efforts of both his parents combined.
elementary and high school passed in a blur. he got a girlfriend sophomore year and went steady with her all throughout high school and during the beginning of college, but a frat party and a little too much alcohol made him irresponsible. (he can remember hands trailing heat down his skin and open-mouthed kisses and little else.)
four weeks later, she called him in tears. he rushed to her dorm as quickly as he could and her hands shook when she showed him the pregnancy test.
the guilt hit after the panic. it was his fault; he was the one who initiated it, who was too caught up to use protection, and he was willing to take full responsibility. she patted his hand and told him that they'll talk about it later, which was not quite forgiveness but far more than he deserved anyway.
he got two part-time jobs, a martial instructor at a local dojo and a cashier at a 24-hour gas station. he juggled his commitments with his classes, sacrificing sleep and leisure time for the sake of the future of his unborn child. he saved up, later quitting his job as a cashier when the dojo offered him a full-time position that didn't clash too horribly with school.
when the baby was born, his girlfriend held the infant out and told him softly, "look at him. he has your eyes." and phoenix, exhausted and bleary and who had not had more than three hours of sleep a night, smiled.
elise had promised they'd talk later, and talk later they did. she said she loved him, and their baby, but her future was something she was not willing to give up. and her parents, she continued; they hadn't approved of her keeping the baby in the first place, but she couldn't keep him or else they'd disown her and she'd have nowhere to go. she was on the verge of tears here, so phoenix reached out a hand and squeezed her shoulder and told her that he understood, he could take the baby.
he'd never planned on becoming a single dad, but he could adapt, as he'd been adapting for the past nine months. she threw herself at him and hugged him tightly; he rested a hand in the middle of her back.
he'd never had an embrace feel so final.
(they named the baby ashton. elise had always liked the name, and phoenix? well, they say that phoenixes rise from the ashes.)
ashton was everything to phoenix and more. while the child was a constant reminder of the life that he could never have, he was also phoenix's joy. phoenix worked himself to the bone to do more than just support the two of them. he wanted to give his son a comfortable life, one that he himself never quite had.
he gave up everything for the baby, and every time ashton smiled at him, all gum and dimples and crescent eyes, he would give up a little more.
(good things never last.)
it was — a science fair, or so he remembers it being, and they stayed a little later than planned and night fell a little too quickly. phoenix was well aware that ashton was afraid of the dark, even if he were holding his dad's hand, so he chose to take a shortcut, get home a little more quickly for his baby boy.
but dim alleyways and uninhabited buildings proved to be friends to no one.
they all but walked into the waiting barrel of a gun.
the thief was a desperate man, anyone with two working eyes could see that; his clothes were ragged and hung off of him and both his hands and his voice shook as he pointed the gun at them, demanding anything of value that they had on their person.
(desperate men are more dangerous than calculated ones.)
phoenix raised both hands, the one holding his son's noticeably lower. "okay," he said placatingly, using the voice he used when one of the kids at the dojo hit another a little too hard. the sight of blood always sent seven-year-olds into a panic. he was careful to not break eye contact, but he squeezed ashton's hand reassuringly. "okay. i'm going to reach into my pocket and get my wallet — "
the thief's hands dipped. the gun was pointing at his son.
and phoenix couldn't help it, his voice rose ("no don't hurt my son please don't hurt my son") and he took a step forward and the trigger went off and his son jerked as if punched and he was sinking to the ground, little face pale and bloodless and mouth open in a wordless 'o' and god there was so much blood —
phoenix fell to his knees. he tried to staunch the bleeding, body working on autopilot, but there was so much blood from such a small body. "hey buster, stay with me — "
the gun roared a second time, and phoenix remembers an explosion of pain and bleeding out and then nothing.
he woke up.
phoenix came back to life but by then the shooter had fled and he was alone. there was the dead body of his son beside him, so phoenix reached for him with shaking hands and pulled him close. (was he cold as he died? was he scared? was he angry?)
he stayed like that until morning came.
the guilt suffocated him, threatened to swallow him whole.
( he was only five )
phoenix couldn't stop reliving the moments in his head, the gun and the crazed eyes and how terrified ashton looked as his life bled through phoenix's desperate hands.
( you killed him )
that was true. phoenix wasn't thinking, and he'd stepped forward at a man at least half a foot shorter than himself and maybe one fourth the weight, of course he would be perceived as a threat, but he wasn't thinking and his son paid the consequences. god, only half an hour before then ashton had been so lively and happy and proud to show phoenix how much his teacher had liked his project.
( what kind of father are you? )
two weeks later, phoenix gave in.
a length of rope, a noose, a chair.
it was all so easy. why didn't he think of this before?
(he remembers welcoming the blackness as it closed in, quelling his body's instinctive panic as it struggled to breathe.
he remembers the rage, white-hot and intense, when he came back.)
desperation drove him to the most obscure means of seeing his child again. amulets purchased from cloaked women, sessions with people who claimed to be media between the dead and the living, and nothing worked but he wouldn't stop trying.
he heard rumors of a voodoo practitioner, who everyone claimed was the real deal (but so they did for all the liars that he let himself be fooled by), and he chased those rumors until he found a woman named london, and she succeeded in finding his son when no one else could.
( "tell him — tell him i'm sorry."
"he forgives you." )
he falls in love with her, then, and it starts with how she saved him from himself and it continues with each rare smile she shows him when he stops by to help her with anything she needs. sometimes he just talks to her, finds himself opening up far more easily than he has with anyone else.
but one day he goes to find her and —
— and she isn't there.
(she's always been there.)
he comes back, day after day without fail, and as her absence stretches on his worry increases. but before he can go and find her himself, he's ambushed once he crosses the threshold of her door and taken.
it occurs to him, as he watches her die over and over again and can't get to her no matter how hard he punches the glass, that he could never protect anybody he loved.
there was nothing wrong with the town that phoenix was born in, except that it was small and insignificant and cadell elgan had always thought that he and his family were destined for greater things. when phoenix was two they moved to boston, massachusetts, bustling and lively and everything that neath wasn't.
for a quiet boy from the countryside, phoenix took to city life surprisingly well. the elgan family never had much, but they had enough, and with only one son they managed to do just a little bit better than scrape by. phoenix was never lacking, and all was well and good.
at least, it should have been well and good.
but although phoenix, quiet country boy, took to city life well, his parents did not. they had lived their whole lives in wales, in neath specifically, and when they moved they failed to account for the culture shock, the wildly different lifestyle, the differing languages. their marriage bent under the strain of the tension; his mother blamed his father for moving them in the first place, his father blamed his mother for being so quick to jump on board and then pointing fingers when it started to go wrong.
phoenix was caught in the middle, left trying to mediate, but he was six-going-on-seven and too young to be good at it. by the time he was ten, however, he could navigate their irritation as easily as if he had an instruction manual on it, could quell their tempers before they blew.
that wasn't to say that all was perfect, though. far from it.
his father decided to cope by spending some time outside the house, only he spent so much time outside it was like he didn't have a place in their home anymore. phoenix's mother filled up all the empty space with harsh words against her husband, and phoenix never had any idea what to do. he didn't know if he wanted to defend his father or agree with his mother. it was like they were too busy being furious with each other to be parents at the same time.
and, at twelve, phoenix promised himself that he would be a far better father to his child than the lacking efforts of both his parents combined.
elementary and high school passed in a blur. he got a girlfriend sophomore year and went steady with her all throughout high school and during the beginning of college, but a frat party and a little too much alcohol made him irresponsible. (he can remember hands trailing heat down his skin and open-mouthed kisses and little else.)
four weeks later, she called him in tears. he rushed to her dorm as quickly as he could and her hands shook when she showed him the pregnancy test.
the guilt hit after the panic. it was his fault; he was the one who initiated it, who was too caught up to use protection, and he was willing to take full responsibility. she patted his hand and told him that they'll talk about it later, which was not quite forgiveness but far more than he deserved anyway.
he got two part-time jobs, a martial instructor at a local dojo and a cashier at a 24-hour gas station. he juggled his commitments with his classes, sacrificing sleep and leisure time for the sake of the future of his unborn child. he saved up, later quitting his job as a cashier when the dojo offered him a full-time position that didn't clash too horribly with school.
when the baby was born, his girlfriend held the infant out and told him softly, "look at him. he has your eyes." and phoenix, exhausted and bleary and who had not had more than three hours of sleep a night, smiled.
elise had promised they'd talk later, and talk later they did. she said she loved him, and their baby, but her future was something she was not willing to give up. and her parents, she continued; they hadn't approved of her keeping the baby in the first place, but she couldn't keep him or else they'd disown her and she'd have nowhere to go. she was on the verge of tears here, so phoenix reached out a hand and squeezed her shoulder and told her that he understood, he could take the baby.
he'd never planned on becoming a single dad, but he could adapt, as he'd been adapting for the past nine months. she threw herself at him and hugged him tightly; he rested a hand in the middle of her back.
he'd never had an embrace feel so final.
(they named the baby ashton. elise had always liked the name, and phoenix? well, they say that phoenixes rise from the ashes.)
ashton was everything to phoenix and more. while the child was a constant reminder of the life that he could never have, he was also phoenix's joy. phoenix worked himself to the bone to do more than just support the two of them. he wanted to give his son a comfortable life, one that he himself never quite had.
he gave up everything for the baby, and every time ashton smiled at him, all gum and dimples and crescent eyes, he would give up a little more.
(good things never last.)
it was — a science fair, or so he remembers it being, and they stayed a little later than planned and night fell a little too quickly. phoenix was well aware that ashton was afraid of the dark, even if he were holding his dad's hand, so he chose to take a shortcut, get home a little more quickly for his baby boy.
but dim alleyways and uninhabited buildings proved to be friends to no one.
they all but walked into the waiting barrel of a gun.
the thief was a desperate man, anyone with two working eyes could see that; his clothes were ragged and hung off of him and both his hands and his voice shook as he pointed the gun at them, demanding anything of value that they had on their person.
(desperate men are more dangerous than calculated ones.)
phoenix raised both hands, the one holding his son's noticeably lower. "okay," he said placatingly, using the voice he used when one of the kids at the dojo hit another a little too hard. the sight of blood always sent seven-year-olds into a panic. he was careful to not break eye contact, but he squeezed ashton's hand reassuringly. "okay. i'm going to reach into my pocket and get my wallet — "
the thief's hands dipped. the gun was pointing at his son.
and phoenix couldn't help it, his voice rose ("no don't hurt my son please don't hurt my son") and he took a step forward and the trigger went off and his son jerked as if punched and he was sinking to the ground, little face pale and bloodless and mouth open in a wordless 'o' and god there was so much blood —
phoenix fell to his knees. he tried to staunch the bleeding, body working on autopilot, but there was so much blood from such a small body. "hey buster, stay with me — "
the gun roared a second time, and phoenix remembers an explosion of pain and bleeding out and then nothing.
he woke up.
phoenix came back to life but by then the shooter had fled and he was alone. there was the dead body of his son beside him, so phoenix reached for him with shaking hands and pulled him close. (was he cold as he died? was he scared? was he angry?)
he stayed like that until morning came.
the guilt suffocated him, threatened to swallow him whole.
( he was only five )
phoenix couldn't stop reliving the moments in his head, the gun and the crazed eyes and how terrified ashton looked as his life bled through phoenix's desperate hands.
( you killed him )
that was true. phoenix wasn't thinking, and he'd stepped forward at a man at least half a foot shorter than himself and maybe one fourth the weight, of course he would be perceived as a threat, but he wasn't thinking and his son paid the consequences. god, only half an hour before then ashton had been so lively and happy and proud to show phoenix how much his teacher had liked his project.
( what kind of father are you? )
two weeks later, phoenix gave in.
a length of rope, a noose, a chair.
it was all so easy. why didn't he think of this before?
(he remembers welcoming the blackness as it closed in, quelling his body's instinctive panic as it struggled to breathe.
he remembers the rage, white-hot and intense, when he came back.)
desperation drove him to the most obscure means of seeing his child again. amulets purchased from cloaked women, sessions with people who claimed to be media between the dead and the living, and nothing worked but he wouldn't stop trying.
he heard rumors of a voodoo practitioner, who everyone claimed was the real deal (but so they did for all the liars that he let himself be fooled by), and he chased those rumors until he found a woman named london, and she succeeded in finding his son when no one else could.
( "tell him — tell him i'm sorry."
"he forgives you." )
he falls in love with her, then, and it starts with how she saved him from himself and it continues with each rare smile she shows him when he stops by to help her with anything she needs. sometimes he just talks to her, finds himself opening up far more easily than he has with anyone else.
but one day he goes to find her and —
— and she isn't there.
(she's always been there.)
he comes back, day after day without fail, and as her absence stretches on his worry increases. but before he can go and find her himself, he's ambushed once he crosses the threshold of her door and taken.
it occurs to him, as he watches her die over and over again and can't get to her no matter how hard he punches the glass, that he could never protect anybody he loved.
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HOW DO WE APOLOGIZE FOR ALL THE THINGS WE COULD HAVE DONE?
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blake krysiak
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alias none.
age twenty.
gender cis female [she/her].
dob march 28th.
zodiac aries.
pob resistencia, argentina.
romantic orientation demiromantic.
sexual orientation bisexual.
ethnicity 75% hispanic, 25% polish.
faceclaim sophia tatum.
height 5'7" [170 cm].
weight 133 lbs [60 kg].
eye color blue-green.
hair color brown.
distinguishing features/marks not so much rbf as resting 'fight me' face.
body mods butterfly tattoo on the small of her back.
voiceclaim lily collins.
positive traits persistent, caring, honest, loyal, courageous, active, feisty, sincere, lively, trustworthy.
negative traits argumentative, caustic, tactless, stubborn, hot-tempered, pessimistic, contrary, unyielding.
likes getting into fights but winning them is more important, sleeves that go past her fingers, chokers, snow cones, spicy foods, jewelry, definitely not kol hahaHA
dislikes bodies of water??, 'you'd look prettier if you smiled', small talk, blandness, cops tbh, old conservative white men, figures of authority, crying children, walking home alone at night, yelling, crossing the street lmao.
strengths independent, doesn't give up easily, can basically scream at you until your ears bleed, isn't a graceful hand-to-hand combater but is a desperate one so.
weaknesses sometimes her emotions rule her more than she rules them, never accepts help even when she needs it, her loved ones.
fears uM her emotions ruling her more than she rules them, drowning, the dark, raised voices, having to watch people she cares for Die.
moral alignment chaotic good.
mbti istp-t.
number of nde's one.
time captured about a month.
powers sound wave generation
theme song hurricane by halsey.
spoken languages english, spanish.
bio lorem ipsum
age twenty.
gender cis female [she/her].
dob march 28th.
zodiac aries.
pob resistencia, argentina.
romantic orientation demiromantic.
sexual orientation bisexual.
ethnicity 75% hispanic, 25% polish.
faceclaim sophia tatum.
height 5'7" [170 cm].
weight 133 lbs [60 kg].
eye color blue-green.
hair color brown.
distinguishing features/marks not so much rbf as resting 'fight me' face.
body mods butterfly tattoo on the small of her back.
voiceclaim lily collins.
positive traits persistent, caring, honest, loyal, courageous, active, feisty, sincere, lively, trustworthy.
negative traits argumentative, caustic, tactless, stubborn, hot-tempered, pessimistic, contrary, unyielding.
likes getting into fights but winning them is more important, sleeves that go past her fingers, chokers, snow cones, spicy foods, jewelry, definitely not kol hahaHA
dislikes bodies of water??, 'you'd look prettier if you smiled', small talk, blandness, cops tbh, old conservative white men, figures of authority, crying children, walking home alone at night, yelling, crossing the street lmao.
strengths independent, doesn't give up easily, can basically scream at you until your ears bleed, isn't a graceful hand-to-hand combater but is a desperate one so.
weaknesses sometimes her emotions rule her more than she rules them, never accepts help even when she needs it, her loved ones.
fears uM her emotions ruling her more than she rules them, drowning, the dark, raised voices, having to watch people she cares for Die.
moral alignment chaotic good.
mbti istp-t.
number of nde's one.
time captured about a month.
powers sound wave generation
theme song hurricane by halsey.
spoken languages english, spanish.
bio lorem ipsum
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de · fi · ant
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i. you call yourself a fighter but you cannot seem to tell the difference between friend and foe. alienating yourself is not the same as surviving. (there is a war in your bones and bullets between your teeth.)
ii. when they tore you apart your laughter was blood-choked and your body set itself on fire. you are a myriad of wounds that have not healed quite right and you have never spoken in anything but a battle cry. darling, even atlas could not carry the world forever.
iii. you wear your anger like a weapon and think they do not notice the way you look over your shoulder when you walk home alone. you have never accepted help even when you need it, you would try to walk on broken legs and fight with bloody knuckles. tell me, what are you trying to prove?
/dəˈfīənt/
adjective
i. you call yourself a fighter but you cannot seem to tell the difference between friend and foe. alienating yourself is not the same as surviving. (there is a war in your bones and bullets between your teeth.)
ii. when they tore you apart your laughter was blood-choked and your body set itself on fire. you are a myriad of wounds that have not healed quite right and you have never spoken in anything but a battle cry. darling, even atlas could not carry the world forever.
iii. you wear your anger like a weapon and think they do not notice the way you look over your shoulder when you walk home alone. you have never accepted help even when you need it, you would try to walk on broken legs and fight with bloody knuckles. tell me, what are you trying to prove?
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nothing ends poetically
all my life they let me know
how far i would not go
how far i would not go
---C A R N I V O R E---
D I G E S T // M E
D I G E S T // M E
but inside the beast still grows
chewing through the ropes
chewing through the ropes
[ carnivore - starset ]
i will hide myself below
i'll be what you wanted
i'll be what you wanted
V I G I L A N T E
kept inside i won't let go
'til i burn beyond control
'til i burn beyond control
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unknowable
Valencia Mendez
told you i was trouble
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FC || EIZA GONZÁLEZ
[x] been through it all and more and still comes back fueled by nothing but rage
[x] appears to have questionable morals at best
[x] logically ppl think that she can't be as hardcore as she seems but like. she is tho
[x] will step on you, your child, your pet, your finances, etc
[x] a bitch will do whatever a bitch has to do
[x] out for blood
[x] zero (0) patience for slut-shaming of any kind and will destroy you
[x] got walked all over a few times too many and evolved into the one who does the soul crushing
[x] you can (and most people will try to) take everything from her but her dignity
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Lucian Romano
FC || ADRIEN SAHORES
[x] could've had it all but every king's empire falls eventually
[x] wanted to find himself but ended up more lost than he already was
[x] ray of light that shines through your window
[x] wry sense of humor
[x] always expects the worse but acts like he's preparing for the best bc he's concerned for everyone but himself
[x] inferiority complex meets player attitude
[x] finds joy in the understated
[x] clever but often underestimated
[x] all he ever wanted was to make his parents proud and now he can't even make himself proud
[x] knows more than he lets on at all times
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this is not a healing place
alias ...
age ... nineteen
gender ... cisfemale
dob ... february 21
zodiac ... pisces
pob ... chicago, illinois
romantic orientation ... biromantic
sexual orientation ... bisexual
ethnicity ... african american, cuban, cherokee
fc ... indyamarie jean
height ... 5'5"
weight ... 140 lbs.
eye color ... brown
hair color ... dark brown/black
distinguishing marks ... light freckles over her nose and cheeks
body mods ... nose piercing, tattoooossss // x
vc ... olivia wilde
positive traits ...
negative traits ... haughty, doubtful, impetuous, lenient, aloof, inhibited
likes ... shorelines, backseats, cinnamon gum, large leaves, stealing clothes sns, hugs because she's smol
dislikes ... crosswalks
strengths ... pick-pocketing, reliable, map reading, hiding, tracking
weaknesses ... sensitive under pressure, confrontation, takes on more than she can carry, often dependent on her abilities, nonviolent
fears ... commitment, disappointing others, snakes, heights
moral alignment ... chaotic good
mbti ... enfp-t
number of nde's ... six
time captured ... six months
gift ... enhanced speed
theme song ... healing song // lune ; runaway // aurora
spoken languages ... english
it is something we erase
"i don't know where i'll go."
chapter I ... lost
her name meant awakening, but the rest of her life seemed like a fever dream. it came from the lips of her mother, for as young and scared as she was that day. there was one last hold before she was passed along - and would be, like a hot potato, for the rest of her adolescence. a small morbid benefit was that at least her mother wouldn't have to hear her cry anymore after that. she learned rather quickly, however, that silence made for better thieving anyway.chapter I ... lost
she only wanted to have a base, in the end. family became a bitter word that excused her to stay where she knew she'd get hurt all over again. while she was desperate to always point a finger, the life that she lead later on was entirely of her creation. that didn't mean she had to like every part, and it certainly didn't mean the insecurities that fueled her were invalid. home was nowhere but internal.
chapter II ... not a musical; tw ... adolescent death
happy-go-lucky outcomes like annie or madeline continued to stray further from the truth. then again, those cases failed to mention profiling, no matter her age. emma was fairer, left quicker, and never came back. jonah was graced with more melanin, left out of a white family's pity, and only came back once. but sahar was in the middle, somehow returning in more ways than one after meeting the single solid mother figure in her several, short-lived lives."patience."
"it takes too long."
her first foster was a blessing at the age of eight. they wanted to give her a chance to assimilate into the family before they took the larger step of adoption. at the time, it didn't matter to her if the room she slept in was permanent, only that it was better than bunking with other sad kids who'd whine just as much as she did when playing outside didn't feel long enough. she implored to sleep by windows just to look out to the world she promised herself she'd be a part of. in retrospect, the delano family would have sealed the deal had she not died. the devastation broke their hearts.
she didn't remember the event as well as most. her first near death experience was at an age where living was supposed to be the key word, and the concept of dying was still something parents had to come up with excuses for. she wasn't taking a long trip, sleeping an eternal sleep, or, specifically, never coming back - everyone else just had tough luck. sahar's past brother simply threw the ball too high, and when it found its place in the road by a grate, the dear girl thought she could get it fast enough. there wasn't pain. it all happened too quick.
chapter III ... blur
she wasn't the first child to run over and hug the old woman or try to catch an unreachable star in her small hands, nor was she the last. sahar didn't understand what she was - even where she was, for that matter - but when hopeful eyes focused on the orb brought to her legs, she didn't mind much. a kiss was placed on the top of her head, followed by a soft hand cupping her little cheek, before she returned in the back of an ambulance.if anything, she was more scared when she came back than before she left. her foster parents were too distraught to comprehend the idea of it all with the weight of what they saw happen, and thus lead sahar back to her old bed with kids who were no longer like her.
normality was something she'd never achieve. her gift was given too soon, she thought, as the urge to simply run out of that damned place brought an incessant ringing to her ears. sahar only discovered the gift when a group of those older than her were ready to corner the girl with their endless questions of how it felt to get hit, and if their own fists combined could possibly give the same effect. they were angry kids - all of them were if they stayed long enough - just wanting out as much as she. although she had the power to and they never would.
time slowed in front of her, as if everyone around her were trying to part through thick syrup. sahar, however, could move freely, like the rules for once didn't apply to her. she, herself, was free in those moments, moving out far enough away that when she stopped they still couldn't touch her. the confusion on their faces when all they felt was a breeze coaxed a laugh.
it was the first time she did so since her last home.
chapter IV ... gone
it became quite the habit. wrong place, wrong time and everyone mourns for a good twelve minutes before she wakes back up again. sometimes people stayed and waited, others she found herself alone until she got tossed back into the system. for as fast as she was, sahar couldn't manipulate it enough. she had to have practice, but that didn't mean she wanted her failure to cause her heart to stop. the old woman never gave her any hints, yet her very presence was soothing enough for sahar not to focus on the fact that she was always scared; it was as plain as that. fueled by want, controlled by fear, simmering in denial.there were only four families she deemed herself a part of despite it being for a brief time. in one she stayed afloat for a solid two years, and she celebrated the new record with no one but herself, for only she'd understand it. and there was hate, for as much as she ignored it, towards the feeling of each regeneration. some of the chosen expected deaths, some of them embraced it, some of them asked for it, but sahar wanted to live.
if she waited two more years, at least until she turned eighteen, she wouldn't have had to run as often. then again, the running was never perpetuated by the situation, but by the peace it gave her when everything else stood still. the only girl in the world for just a few fleeting moments. and she'd smile when people's shoelaces were suddenly tied together, or when food magically disappeared just before it reached their mouth. she'd smile, open and undrestrained, because she had the slightest bit of a grip on her own life. she ran from her old chicago orphanage and never cared to look back. what was in the past would stay.
chapter V ... red light
she found she was safer on her own, but it didn't stop her from being quite the oliver twist when a group of other older strays put her speed to their questionable use. they called her zippy as they reveled in whatever bounty she rushed back with. it was the third place she felt as though she fit into despite the circumstances. they laughed, slept by the roads they walked along when they decided to travel elsewhere, and supported each other as much as they could through whatever struggle."we're just young, dumb, and broke, but we still got love to give."
one stay in los angeles stopped it all. she was too dependent on her abilities, swearing up and down she could get them out of anything. she promised she could. they just wanted to stay under a nice roof for once - that roof just happened to be a posh empty home up on the hillside. while they laughed sneaking in, they didn't do as much when sirens filled the night and red and blue lights danced along the walls inside. they all looked to her, and the panic in her eyes was enough to tell them the family they had would break apart."spend my time worrying of broken promises // 'cause in a moment i'll be something you will forget."
she dragged most of them out, but a fateful three were still left including herself. there was an order to step out and they did as they were told. the hands she raised over her head were used to cover her eyes from the blinding lights. the sound of cuffs was something she only heard in the movies they'd sneak into. the rights spewed from the cop's lips made her eyes gloss over. sahar only yelled that she was sorry; she missed the cameras."bail's just around the corner if you'll help me conduct a study of mine."
she didn't trust what she was getting into, but she also didn't have much of a choice left. now there were several cameras she couldn't miss, and an unknowing replacement for a family around her. sahar didn't find the humor in any of it.
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good kid, but i'm living like a lost cause
alias ... none bc he's also boring ://
age ... twenty-three
gender ... cismale
dob ... april 18
zodiac ... aries
pob ... queens, new york
romantic orientation ... heteromantic
sexual orientation ... heterosexual
ethnicity ... french, irish, english
fc ... dorian reeves
height ... 6'2"
weight ... 180 lbs.
eye color ... light blue
hair color ... dirty blonde
distinguishing marks ... probably has a few small scars from fights idk
body mods ... n/a
vc ... ryan reynolds
positive traits ... assiduous, obedient, honest, self-aware, disciplined
negative traits ... spiteful, wary, resentful, intemperance, aggressive
likes ... every holiday besides christmas, rum tbh,
dislikes ... christmas, eggnog, himself most of the time, the smell of blood so hoo boi he's screwed always
strengths ...
weaknesses ... ariel, sahar, recklessness, is an Ass when he's most afraid
fears ... suffocation, power, empty rooms, losing
moral alignment ... lawful neutral
mbti ... entp-a
number of nde's ... he doesn't keep count
time captured ... one year and six months
gift ... adoptive muscle memory
theme song ... puppeteer // max ; good kid // former vandal
spoken languages ... english, vague german
dad's got the money so i never need to ask why
"i was never who you wanted."
chapter I ... crowned
born on a pedestal and raised to be a king, dorian's legacy was set before him the moment he opened his eyes. his crown was made of dirty money, relinquished from his conman predecessor of a father, but it hardly fit. while his family bathed in other people's taxes -- the true bed of any politician's family -- he pined for one damn honest breath.chapter I ... crowned
growing up, there were no boundaries for how far he could go; the idea that anything was ripe for his taking drilled into the juvenile mind. he favored solitude when his parents hosted electoral soirees that only ever flaunted their money more. riches sickened him, but his blood was meant to bleed gold.
chapter II ... fire has no gender
with a rage to match his father's, he took up punching a sand-filled bag to refrain from doing the same thing to someone's face. he already turned up enough trouble in school. Boxing became a no-brainer, and by the time he was out of high school, the male received a scholarship purely based on his fists. until a female took hold of that said fist and twisted it behind his back.raina laurens didn't need a man to tame her, but a man for her to tame. they clashed more than they ever bonded, yet that was the true beauty of it all. the only issue was her class. god forbid benjamin franklin wasn't a common face in her wallet.
his parents shunned the idea of their engagement when it arose, saying it would look like community service if their only son went through with it. however, as much as he hated the thought, he obeyed -- their words still cracked his spine. although there wouldn't be a ring on her finger, their love was still wholeheartedly real. that is, as real as it could be in the midst of their tension. it was the bun in the oven that really put the cherry on top, making his parents fume at the thought of dorian's legacy going down the drain for a girl who only supported herself through snarky remarks.
the news never reached his ear. raina was already paid off to disappear before she could reach for the phone. whether it was the immense love for him or lack thereof that really shooed her off, no one would ever know.
chapter III ... submission
the male never found out, and with his walls down, his parents more than happily fueled a fire. there was no one to tell him his ego was growing too big, nor anyone to stop his fist from reaching actual skin in roundabouts with anyone and everyone. he had a child with no recollection of it, a hot rage against the very person he was becoming, and a taste of iron imprinted on his silver-tongue. how ironic that the same events he detested could easily be his end once he finally submitted to them."no one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne."
chapter IV ... bah humbug
it was just another party, another facade, another crooked smile. he had money to burn and a numbed conscious enough to watch guilt roll off like raindrops on a metal roof. the morality in him wasn't all that far gone, however, as he soon realized when the ho, ho, ho jolly time became a merry bloodbath."i'm on the naughty list, aren't i?"
to little surprise, one might say dorian certainly was. in the midst of the hellraiser style games that were played, he got cut down to size beside a captivating crime queen who wasn't a redheaded mermaid despite her name. he assumed that his death that night wouldn't have been too much of a loss -- as long as it wasn't death by sharpened plastic candy-canes, he considered it pretty deserving. the woman next to him, however, deserved far more than what she received. what he didn't realize was that their death was not her first.
the fact that he came back? well that was some miracle bullshit right there. but perhaps it was because the old woman saw right through him, the same way ariel seemed to, and the same way he tried to do when he looked in the mirror. he was not his father, regardless of his patriarch giving him the same jaw or the same confident atmosphere that just radiated from him.
the duo was rather changed, but in several ways rather than the simple "overcoming regeneration" blip they shared. there were kids. people were lost. if he ended up like scrooge, no one had a right to blame him.
chapter V ... abdication
one headstrong female in his life was replaced with another by the unlikeliest of circumstances. although, he had to say, ariel was entirely her own person. their aggression towards each other held something a little more than vicious tension. anger was just their personal gateway to another emotion they'd choose to ignore for quite some time.but it was on his way to rendezvous with his "not" lover that he got jumped from behind. he put up a fight, as dorian brewer would, but it was to no avail when chloroform invaded his lungs by the cover they placed over his nose and mouth.
waking up in a glass cell with strangers unfortunately couldn't hold number one on his list of the weirder things he'd seen (psycho santa really put a damper). he at least found stable ground with one familiar face, by mention and photograph to go off of. bonding with lysander only became more invested when the two made it their objective to keep the doctor as far away from ariel as possible, preventing the sadistic male from punishing her the way he did everyone else.
it was just another fight he lost to.
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faerie sightings
L Y S A N D E R
-the king fell; but the prince rose
-the king to ariel's queen but like... platonic
-highkey will punch you in the fact without a second thought
-nicest criminal you'll ever meet tho like wtf
-deserved better
-i killed his family too
-"my friends and i have problems"
-feels guilty for surviving but hey he suffered for it so ig it's all good
-the king fell; but the prince rose
-the king to ariel's queen but like... platonic
-highkey will punch you in the fact without a second thought
-nicest criminal you'll ever meet tho like wtf
-deserved better
-i killed his family too
-"my friends and i have problems"
-feels guilty for surviving but hey he suffered for it so ig it's all good
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general evaluation: each patient, new and old, has seemingly grown fond of those surrounding them. perhaps these connections grow stronger when they're on the other side? however, if that were true, we assume relations with subject 001 would be far lighter than they seem, as the first seems to make it his goal to push others away while still protecting them. if they knew he was the one that lead them to their fates, would it be different? regardless of any mild animosity, there isn't a glimpse of tension. we make it a goal to test that.
none of the subjects have given me anything gripping since there was further description of the "room" in which each nde awakes in. however, i am determined. the most recent six have enough potential for me to hone in on and manipulate. attachment to these subjects might prove crippling.
they will learn to regret their bitten tongues.
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the progress: our goals and theirs are surely opposing. i understood that by taking on the zenith project it meant casualties were of the many, but their constant struggle has grown increasingly tiresome. new methods have been put into place in order to make them talk. our initial interrogation procedure has gone from productive to dripped dry. be it that there are no more subjects to find and take in, i've taken it upon myself to speed up these spells of questioning in my own way. pain is quite the compeller. none of the subjects have given me anything gripping since there was further description of the "room" in which each nde awakes in. however, i am determined. the most recent six have enough potential for me to hone in on and manipulate. attachment to these subjects might prove crippling.
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log updated - october 27, 2017: conspiring an escape has always been a concern, but i fear that the concept is rearing closer than i can understand. how quiet they seem, the underlying calculation. i know all too well it isn't because they've given up yet. for the sake of this project, and the desire to uncover the riches of life and beyond, i have acquired help from other fallen doctors in the past project. we will rise above our idols, i am sure of it.they will learn to regret their bitten tongues.
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subject 001 ;; unknown, kol
cell-number ;; 1K
issues: persistent in keeping his mouth shut for everything but bitten comments
cooperation (0-10): a rough 4
known weaknesses: other subjects; potential: subject 017
preferred method: harsher* interrogation/anything at all
noted relationships: though he is rather indifferent with most, star subjects include 017, 014, and 012
cooperation (0-10): a rough 4
known weaknesses: other subjects; potential: subject 017
preferred method: harsher* interrogation/anything at all
noted relationships: though he is rather indifferent with most, star subjects include 017, 014, and 012
subject 002 ;; gerou, lysander
cell-number ;; 16L
issues: answers only in Greek
cooperation (0-10): about a 5
known weaknesses: tba; potential: tba
preferred method: guns
noted relationships: good - subject 006, subject 005; further gauge - subject 012
cooperation (0-10): about a 5
known weaknesses: tba; potential: tba
preferred method: guns
noted relationships: good - subject 006, subject 005; further gauge - subject 012
subject 003 ;; unknown, ontario
cell-number ;; 12O
issues: generally well-behaved; take certain patients out of their cells, however, and drugging the boy is suggested
cooperation (0-10): highest - 8; lowest - 3
known weaknesses: steroid/drug addiction, heedless, subjects 006; potential: subject 009
preferred method: harsher* interrogation and older procedures still prove useful
noted relationships: good - ms. kaplan and ms. delano; skeptical - mr. ahearne
cooperation (0-10): highest - 8; lowest - 3
known weaknesses: steroid/drug addiction, heedless, subjects 006; potential: subject 009
preferred method: harsher* interrogation and older procedures still prove useful
noted relationships: good - ms. kaplan and ms. delano; skeptical - mr. ahearne
subject 004 ;; dreier, salem
cell-number ;; 17S
issues: silent; doesn't seem to take to harsher interrogation; sedatives are necessary
cooperation (0-10): 3
known weaknesses: fire, his throat and chest, needles; potential: subject 011
preferred method: bleeding out has deemed rather sufficient
noted relationships: he's taken a gradual liking to subject 011, and seems on moderate terms with subject 005
cooperation (0-10): 3
known weaknesses: fire, his throat and chest, needles; potential: subject 011
preferred method: bleeding out has deemed rather sufficient
noted relationships: he's taken a gradual liking to subject 011, and seems on moderate terms with subject 005
subject 005 ;; brewer, dorian
cell-number ;; 15D
issues: sedatives are necessary; often found banging on the glass; should be gassed more often than not for safety
cooperation (0-10): highest - 7; lowest - 3
known weaknesses: subject 006, 002, 003, and 009; potential: looking further into his history, mr. brewer will likely be exposed to questions about one raina laurens and their daughter
preferred method: cell suffocation, compressing the chest
noted relationships: his weaknesses
cooperation (0-10): highest - 7; lowest - 3
known weaknesses: subject 006, 002, 003, and 009; potential: looking further into his history, mr. brewer will likely be exposed to questions about one raina laurens and their daughter
preferred method: cell suffocation, compressing the chest
noted relationships: his weaknesses
subject 006 ;; kaplan, ariel
cell-number ;; 9A
issues: physically and verbally aggressive; sedative gas is preferred for a safe distance
cooperation (0-10): -2
known weaknesses: subject 002, 003, and 005; potential: gathered wwII evidence; her family
preferred method: poisoned gas...if necessary, a gun should do the trick
noted relationships: her weaknesses
cooperation (0-10): -2
known weaknesses: subject 002, 003, and 005; potential: gathered wwII evidence; her family
preferred method: poisoned gas...if necessary, a gun should do the trick
noted relationships: her weaknesses
subject 007 ;; lowe, diana
cell-number ;; 5D
issues: extreme ophidiophobia; loud noises seem to cause a start; has attempted several punches from time to time
cooperation (0-10): highest - 7; lowest- 3; average - 5
known weaknesses: overworks herself for other subjects, her secrecy, snakes; potential: her family and one "sofia"
preferred method: drowning
noted relationships: tba
cooperation (0-10): highest - 7; lowest- 3; average - 5
known weaknesses: overworks herself for other subjects, her secrecy, snakes; potential: her family and one "sofia"
preferred method: drowning
noted relationships: tba
subject 008 ;; elgan, phoenix
cell-number ;; 10P
issues: beats around the bush for answers; talks in circles; rather infuriating
cooperation (0-10): 7
known weaknesses: heat/fire, subject 014, could be worked around; potential: his son
preferred method: burns, guns; potential: choking
noted relationships: 014 and 012
cooperation (0-10): 7
known weaknesses: heat/fire, subject 014, could be worked around; potential: his son
preferred method: burns, guns; potential: choking
noted relationships: 014 and 012
subject 009 ;; delano, sahar
cell-number ;; 14S
issues: always anxious when outside the cell; makes obscure excuses under pressure; answers more often than not come out hesitant if we receive any
cooperation (0-10): highest - 8; lowest - 5
known weaknesses: her fear of death, lack of family; potential: "mother," subject 003
preferred method: cardiac arrest
noted relationships: ms. kaplan, mr. brewer, subject 003, and ms. szabó
cooperation (0-10): highest - 8; lowest - 5
known weaknesses: her fear of death, lack of family; potential: "mother," subject 003
preferred method: cardiac arrest
noted relationships: ms. kaplan, mr. brewer, subject 003, and ms. szabó
subject 010 ;; king, beckham
cell-number ;; 4B
issues: always taunting; puts up a fight - sedatives may be required; hemophilia
cooperation (0-10): 0
known weaknesses: his empathy, impulsive, sacrificial; potential: his history, subject 013
preferred method: extreme tinnitus or bleeding out
noted relationships: mr. ward
cooperation (0-10): 0
known weaknesses: his empathy, impulsive, sacrificial; potential: his history, subject 013
preferred method: extreme tinnitus or bleeding out
noted relationships: mr. ward
subject 011 ;; mendez, valencia
cell-number ;; 13V
issues: stubborn; a lot of bite; gassing or sedatives to calm her may be warranted
cooperation (0-10): a rough 5
known weaknesses: claustrophobic, panic attacks, touch; potential: subject 004
preferred method: tba
noted relationships: mr. dreier
cooperation (0-10): a rough 5
known weaknesses: claustrophobic, panic attacks, touch; potential: subject 004
preferred method: tba
noted relationships: mr. dreier
subject 012 ;; ahearne, aedan
cell-number ;; 6A
issues: surprisingly well behaved.
cooperation (0-10): 7-9
known weaknesses: subject 014, 015, and 016, depression; potential: his mother; newest: the engagement
preferred method: fire, electrocution, or anything to feel a burn
noted relationships: ms. white, ms. szabó, ms. mercier, mr. elgan, and subject 001; indifference - mr. gerou
cooperation (0-10): 7-9
known weaknesses: subject 014, 015, and 016, depression; potential: his mother; newest: the engagement
preferred method: fire, electrocution, or anything to feel a burn
noted relationships: ms. white, ms. szabó, ms. mercier, mr. elgan, and subject 001; indifference - mr. gerou
subject 013 ;; ward, ansel
cell-number ;; 4A
issues: claustrophobic; fairly new; causes an uproar when subject 010 is taken
cooperation (0-10): highest - 4; lowest - -16; average - a hard 2
known weaknesses: pride, easily isolated, mr. king; potential: october 1st, 2007, "sybil"
preferred method: suffocation
noted relationships: mr. king, ms. lowe
cooperation (0-10): highest - 4; lowest - -16; average - a hard 2
known weaknesses: pride, easily isolated, mr. king; potential: october 1st, 2007, "sybil"
preferred method: suffocation
noted relationships: mr. king, ms. lowe
subject 014 ;; white, london
cell-number ;; 7L
issues: answers only in creole - usually something sarcastic; incredibly vague or passive aggressive when answering in english; sedatives so one doesn't die would be wise
cooperation (0-10): 6-8
known weaknesses: seems relatively addicted to the experiments, children, subject 012; potential: subject 008
preferred method: blunt-force, knives, etc.
noted relationships: mr. ahearne, mr. elgan, ms. mercier, subject 001, and ms. szabó
cooperation (0-10): 6-8
known weaknesses: seems relatively addicted to the experiments, children, subject 012; potential: subject 008
preferred method: blunt-force, knives, etc.
noted relationships: mr. ahearne, mr. elgan, ms. mercier, subject 001, and ms. szabó
subject 015 ;; szabó, miléna
cell-number ;; 8M
issues: prefers to scream and yell protests towards experimenters and the experiments; sedatives to calm her would be best suited
cooperation (0-10): 1
known weaknesses: enclosed spaces, panic attacks, subjects 012, 014, and 016; potential: tba
preferred method: drowning
noted relationships: mr. ahearne, ms. mercier, ms. white, and ms. delano
cooperation (0-10): 1
known weaknesses: enclosed spaces, panic attacks, subjects 012, 014, and 016; potential: tba
preferred method: drowning
noted relationships: mr. ahearne, ms. mercier, ms. white, and ms. delano
subject 016 ;; mercier, thalia
cell-number ;; 2T
issues: puts up a struggle when pulled out of the cell; hardly sleeps
cooperation (0-10): highest - 6; lowest - 4
known weaknesses: touch, yelling, subject 012, 015, and 014; potential: her grandparents, grabbing by her chin; newest: the engagement and one "dakota"
preferred method: injections
noted relationships: mr. ahearne, ms. szabó, and ms. white
cooperation (0-10): highest - 6; lowest - 4
known weaknesses: touch, yelling, subject 012, 015, and 014; potential: her grandparents, grabbing by her chin; newest: the engagement and one "dakota"
preferred method: injections
noted relationships: mr. ahearne, ms. szabó, and ms. white
subject 017 ;; krysiak, blake
cell-number: ;; 11B
issues: incredibly difficult; prone to verbal and physical aggression; sedative gas in the cell might be safer
cooperation (0-10): 1
known weaknesses: strong emotions, doesn't appear to ask for help; potential: subject 001
preferred method: blunt-force or drowning
noted relationships: subject 001
cooperation (0-10): 1
known weaknesses: strong emotions, doesn't appear to ask for help; potential: subject 001
preferred method: blunt-force or drowning
noted relationships: subject 001
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