ACHILLES AND PATROCLUS dump

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cai dårlig
ophelia lopez
oddysseus fairchild
atlas d' medici

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full name: cai dårlig
nicknames: darling, dar
date of birth: august 12th
age: fourteen-nineteen
gender: he was born in a gender-ignorant era, where there was only ever the choice between male and female (or possibly transgender), but without the societal pressures he'd end up identifying as agender.
sexuality: sapiosexual and omnisexual, with a general tendency to lean towards scrawnier males.
power: he's a human vigilante, similar to the green arrow, especially where his huntsmanship ins concerned.

mbti personality type: intp/intj
key personality traits:
moral alignment: true neutral
zodiac: leo
temperament: choleric/melancholic

basic history:

achievements:
mishaps:

headcanons:
• his name literally means evil warrior
• rich boy ballerina who hides secret notes in his slippers
• norwegian and english
• intelligent drittsek
• 90% other people's tears and 102% cold stares
• he gets anxious and fluttery when people try to flirt with him, so he'll tap his fingers on something and start ranting about roman history
• pale, but his cheeks are SO ROSY because he's constantly blushing and trying to hide it
• actually a mermaid (does his hair even get wet when he swims? yes, because he's a disney princess.)
• violinist
• doesn't eat anything that he didn't steal from someone else
• rolling with the dirty street orphan look
• "that's what your mom said last night...as i was murdering her."
• socially awkward but he has so much fake arrogance
• snake and dog person
• horned serpent and fairly equally ravenclaw/slytherin
• usually, he's a coward unless you've found a way to make him care
• leaves without notice
• associates himself with the raven spirit totem and the element of air

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full name: octavia lopez
nicknames: octapus, octagon, octi, lopez, o-lo
date of birth: october 22nd
age: sixteen-twenty
gender: agender
sexuality: bicurious and demiromantic
power: if not human, then octavia will either be a witch, an illusionist, or have the ability to fly. she associates herself with the elements air and earth, with a sea serpent as her crest.

mbti personality type: infp
key personality traits:
moral alignment:
zodiac: libra
temperament: melancholic

basic history:

achievements:
mishaps:

headcanons:
• she's a perfectionist with unidentified ocd (minor/mild)
• either doesn't talk to you at all or screams in your face
• people automatically either love her or hate her
• she's pretty insecure and often has anxiety attacks but somehow no one notices
• writes a lot of poetry
• into jazz dance and theatre
• straight a student
• everyone thinks she's a perfect human being except for herself
• i bet you 20$ that she's singing to squirrels in a park right now
• poetry, not prose
• plays the violin and speaks both spanish and japanese
• doesn't realize it when other people have a crush on her, and often neglects to notice her own
• her mother's a health nut
• talks about other people being sad to avoid confrontation about her being sad
• loves art and wants to go into graphic design, but most people expect her to be a harvard law student
• half hispanic but doesn't look like it at all (was she switched at birth? is she actually adopted?)
• soothes herself by coloring.

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- odysseus fairchild
- that one person who debates his disney movie opinions with you
- plenty of puns to go around, that ship won't be sinking anytime soon (ignore me laughing at my own reference)
- someone make him a boyfriend named calypso
- most likely to make you think he's a dumbass
- he's the class pet because his teacher loves clown fish
- what he considers a quality joke is often similar to "donald grump"
- screenwriter
- buys you flowers but then also gives you a skunk because he wants you to think about bambi for some reason
- energetic but also constantly tired
- vegan
- entp/enfp
- is he listening to katy perry right now? the statistics can be used to hypothesize, that yes, yes he is.
- comic book nerd, as in, he actually owns the entire volume one of spiderman that first started being published in 1963
- "I DON'T CARE IF IT MIGHT GIVE ME RABIES, IT'S A BUNNY, IT WILL GIVE ME RABBITS."
- doesn't really focus on gender and sexuality labels beyond saying that he's lgtb+
- pretty smart, but all he cares about is friends, food, and humor
- has never watched a horror movie because he claims that it would be too boring
- this is coming from the guy who thought that disney's hercules was terrifying (not hades, but hercules)

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- atlas d' medici
- angry
- like, always furious
- i don't think you get it yet, but he's constantly ready to punch a wall.
- or for that matter, it could be someone's face and he wouldn't mind
- at this point, he could make a dent in a cinderblock.
- oh yeah, he's a werewolf. you know, sparkly yellow eyes and all.
- you might be able to calm him down with a five mile run and a starbucks drink, but you also might want to make sure you have a few miles between the both of you.
- loves the 60s and 50s greaser style
- cigarettes, bloody knuckles, and "you kiss your mother with that mouth?!"
- on that note, he can still taste soap on his tongue.
- dogs hate him but don't mess with him.
- he enjoys sitting somewhere high up, particularly on rooftops, and watching the people below.
- often his hands are marked in ink because of the odd way he writes and draws.
- "can you even lift bruh?" "i can huff, and puff, and blow your house down."
- loves being in the woods alone or with one other person.
- maybe straight and cis, maybe closeted
- his aesthetic is wearing large, grey hoodies and stretching to where you can see his tummy.
- he eats for three: himself, himself in a parallel universe where he could starve, and his food child who needs lots of nutrients.
- needs yoga in his life

To put it simply, everything hurt. His chest flared with the fire of a thousand dragons, burning him at the stake from the inside. The ancient aquifer twisting behind his eyes was burdened with the weight of an entire river trying to contain itself between thin boundaries. Except for this time, the tears too were dripped in gasoline, waiting to be lit. Troy was buckling from the pollution of dense war cries as Spartans were pitted against Trojans, his mind a blood painted battleground. And where was Helen in this chaotic mess? In the arms of Paris, not her Menelaus.

Why? Why did he have to walk into that hallway? Why did Calloway always have to make him sober again after being drunk on happiness? Sobriety was a terrible thing in this metaphor of his. Why did it have to be a stranger, of all people? Why did it have to be multiple strangers? Why did it have to be anyone but him? Slam. Slam. Slam. Like dominos, each door that reckoned to stand in his path fell, defeated, they were Rome against the Huns in 395 CE.

Air. His lungs longed for a love they once knew but had since been stripped of. Castiel suspected that they might very well now know the salt of tears over the touch of oxygen. Car. He was too distorted to form real thoughts, but who could ever be bothered to anyways? He came as a hurricane, a tropical storm on a peaceful coast that was insular to wrath, alluding to his building ego of false power that masked pain.

White towels from the bathroom fell, snow kissing barren wasteland. An array of fabrics soon joined, hot air balloons made of cotton and polyester. But unlike hot air balloons, they were anything but beautiful to him. Keys. Counter. In his hand. Bag. Gone. Another door left shaken.

Castiel pressed his spine into the leather of the seat, his feet placed on the gas pedal as if he were a piano man ready to compose. For a moment, he simply stared out at the desert, taking comfort in the fact that no matter what happened, the moon would always have its place in the sky, auditioning for his musical. And that's when the floods took over, and he swore that not even Jupiter could separate the heavens from the earth now. It would all remain chaos and man would drown.

And secretly, he knew the only reason he was like this was because he wanted to kiss Calloway now too. Perhaps that's why he never left.

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HE DOESN'T HAVE AN FC YET BUT HE'S HOT AND YOU CAN TELL

gracias

kabobert is the family disappointment, it's official
jk, jk, i love you <3

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The sky is made up of a million tiny dots that are nothing in comparison to the ones in your eyes.
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running away from horrors he's never known, he still calls his demons home

that's cool with me! i usually write my own lyrics for forms :3

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i know that you think i'm strange
i know that you think i'm insane [key change]
i know that you think i'm falling apart [stressed] in my own brain

- excerpt from a song i'll eventually complete

other people can do geometry and sports, but i can do most other things so-