.smokey yes embrace the weird lmao logan will be low-key suspicious of why tanner, a jock, would want to hang out with her but will grow to like spending time with him too!!
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sorry for the double post but I couldn't help myself and jj inspired me so here ya go
Tanner: I gotta look at the bright side. Maybe I’ll still get kicked out of school.
Logan: Maybe you could blow something up. They’re really strict about that.
Tanner: I was thinking about a more subtle approach like, excessively not studying.
Camila: Don’t change the subject.
Juno: What’s the subject?
Camila: Me.
Juno: Your most extreme reaction is an eyebrow raise.
Logan: FALSEHOOD!
Juno: I stand corrected.
Tanner: There’s the one for today.
Tanner: We need a plan. Ok, here’s the plan. Step 1: get a plan. Step 2: do the plan.
Harper, sarcastically: Yep, this is working!
Tanner: Harper! Focus.
Harper: I’m going to get soup.
Juno: Be careful not to burn yourself, it’s hot.
Harper, leaving the room: Pff. I’m not going to burn myself.
[30 seconds later]
Harper, entering the room: I burned myself.
Tanner: Good morning.
Juno: Good morning.
Logan: Good morning.
Camila: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
Harper: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS
Camila: I brought you some food.
Logan: *silently takes food*
Camila: Can I get a “thank y-”
Logan: *growling while slowly closing the door*
Camila: This is a miracle!
Harper: That’s right! It is a miracle!
Juno: Except, when you think about it, it’s actually not. It’s science. Which I’d argue is actually better and more convenient than a miracle because you don’t have to spend the next two thousand years worshiping the scientists. You can just be like “thanks”.
Camila: I don’t dress to impress. I dress to depress. I wanna look so good people hate themselves.
Tanner: Superman and I have a lot in common. The only difference between us is the fact that I wear my underwear inside, and he wears his outside.
Logan: Here’s an idea: don’t write your feelings down. Shove them into your body and forget about them like I do.
Harper: Trust me, I’ve seen it done. When I was doing it.
Juno: I only have social anxiety when I’m around other people.
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thought I'd go ahead and put these here so I can flesh out some personalities and such!
Name: zeus
Gender: cisgender male
Sexuality: pansexual, panromantic
Spouse/Lover: hera, though he def messes around with basically everyone
Personality:
- positive traits: wise, charming, witty, family oriented (hehe), regal, powerful, determined
- neutral traits: unpredictable, compelling, commanding, stubborn, ambitious, stern
- negative traits: cruel, proud, quick tempered, narcissist, unforgiving, ruthless, promiscuous
Headcanons:
- will pretty much sleep with anything
- doesn't like being contradicted
- "I'm the boss. Shut up"
- does love his children
- unless they cross him
- in that case they're doomed
- despite his affairs he does care about his wife a little
- "she was just a mortal, nothing compared to you"
- commands every room he's in
- will get angry over an inconvenience
- don't bother him when he's in a mood you will get fried
- actually a good king but his flaws often get in the way
- pretty fair and just
- doesn't like interfering with earth/mortals and prefers to watch from afar
- always looking fresh
- will be the nicest guy one minute and then the most terrifying god/king the next
- does not shy away from a good time
- surprisingly fun loving for his reputation
- really enjoys pushing his brothers' buttons
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Name: eris
Gender: cisgender female
Sexuality: bisexual, biromantic
Spouse/Lover: none
Personality:
- positive traits: precise, resourceful, confident, intelligent, persuasive, independent, perceptive, graceful
- neutral traits: intimidating, opinionated, complex, mysterious, outspoken, bold, sarcastic, sharp-tongued
- negative traits: cold, instigator, unforgiving, calculating, reactive, feared, manipulative, assertive
Headcanons:
- kinda started the trojan war (whoops)
- boss bitch
- 100% a god the camp would not want to visit
- holds hella grudges
- always starting up fights between the other gods and mortals alike
- low-key wants to watch the world burn
- everyone is terrified of her
- "enough talking"
- will rip out your spine without blinking
- also kinda caring tho??? but only for her kids
- will never admit that she likes something
- might step on you
- dominant af
- vv smart and strategic
- not afraid to get her hands dirty
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ooo tracking I'll take a seer !
WHO'S TOUGHER THAN THIS B*TCH, WHO'S FREE-ER THAN ME
NAME: harlow annalise brassard
NICKNAME(S): harl, harls
AGE: 24
DOB / ZODIAC: may 15th, taurus
GENDER: cisgender female
SEXUALITY: bisexual heteroromantic
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: probably the most striking feature that harlow has are her eyes. they are large and a steely blue color framed by dark lashes and thicker eyebrows. she has fuller lips and high cheekbones, possessing many conventionally beautiful features. her hair is a lighter brown tone and reaches a little past her chest in loose natural waves. harlow stands at about 5'7" and has a slender and lithe yet athletic toned body that she has honed through years of kickboxing and other physical activities. her style can be described as casual as she usually opts for more basic and bare necessity outfits such as athletic attire or skinny jeans and a t-shirt.
PERSONALITY: harlow is, to put it simply, a very outspoken girl. she often times doesn't have many boundaries and strongly keeps to her opinions when they are formed. the young woman is incredibly stubborn and it is hard to change her mind when she has decided on something. despite this, she is very smart and usually her plans are well thought out. basically, she doesn't take shit. independence hardly covers her as she believes that she can take things on by herself without people's help (not always true) and is not afraid to question authority or those who have more sway over her. still, harlow loves humor and will happily joke around with anyone she likes. she lives a fairly carefree life and, even though she can be strategic, much prefers a method of 'let's see what'll happen when we do this'. it can be pretty reckless, though she prefers to think of it as brave and courageous. very much the type to pat herself on the back when something works out and claim innocence when something doesn't. also a very good liar, surprisingly, and a charismatic girl despite her more rash and sharp-tongued nature.
HISTORY: here
ROLE: seer
HEADCANONS:
— will call you on your bullshit
— if you're rude it's hard for her to suppress the urge to punch you in the nose but she does her best
— not big on talking about her emotions
— got some really good jokes
— quick witted; she'll bombard you with roasts at the drop of a hat
— "what if we do this?"
"that's... really fucking stupid"
— she strong strong (physically and mentally)
— likes to take people off guard
— can't deal with doom and gloom 24 hrs a day and needs some buffer to keep her spirits up
— sarcasm the house
— not a mean person. can't bring herself to make things personal
— will snort laugh
— actually a smart cookie but people don't expect it
— spontaneous af
— suuuuper protective of the people she cares about and will gladly put herself in danger to save them
— "oh, so you think you're tough?"
— very competitive and will always be asking for some kind of competition
— not embarrassed easily
— scared about people getting hurt because of her
— all of this freaks her out but she plays it off pretty well
— can get overwhelmed but hides it with deflecting humor and closing herself off
— will be the person to get into a bar fight
*I'll probably add more latershe might fight dirtyPERSONAL PLOTS: I low-key want her to get really hurt at some point hehe also she needs some closer friends
GROUP PLOTS: a big ambush on the group? someone gets taken?
OTHER: hi dee C:
YOU WANNA MAKE THE SWITCH, BE MY GUEST BABY
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excited track !!
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— I'M SICK AND I'M TIRED TOO
general
NAME, NICKNAMES; prince raizu of the fire nation
OFFICIAL TITLES; (ex) crown prince
UNOFFICAL TITLES/ALIASES; the dragonling (will change)
NATION; the fire nation
GENDER, PRONOUNS; cisgender male, he/him
SEXUALITY, ORIENTATION; heterosexual demiromantic
AGE; 18 y/o
relationship
RELATIONSHIP STATUS; single (it's complicated, potential relationship with isaki on the ship)
LOVE INTERESTS; isaki? konarri?
BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND; n/a
WIFE/HUSBAND; n/a
PARENTS; fire lord daisen (father, alive) - have a slightly rocky relationship though raizu has a blind admiration of his father and always wants to make him proud | lady uruya (mother, presumed dead) - raizu was closest with his mother and has many fond memories of her. she often haunts his dreams since he doesn't know (yet) what happened to her | lady aisurah (step mother, alive) - never got along. they would both egg each other on and aisurah was verbally and emotionally abusive
SIBLINGS; prince zirai (half brother, alive) - raizu doesn't have too much of an opinion on him because he is just a toddler but cant help but feel jealous of the attention he gets
CHILDREN; n/a
FRIENDS; masami, isaki (will be open for development, though for now he is more inclined to be friends with people from the fire nation)
ENEMIES; the avatar and any of his associates, a select few of the generals in the fire nation army (also open for development/plotting)
appearance
FACECLAIM; vito basso
WEIGHT, HEIGHT; 6'0", 165 lbs
SCARS, BODY MODIFICATIONS, ACCESSORIES; a burn scar (image not graphic; there are no markings on his face) covering his left shoulder and numerous other small scars from fights, battles, etc.
PHYSICAL, MENTAL DISABILITIES; n/a
personality
raizu is very uptight, serious, and has an extremely short temper. his ongoing struggles and hardships serve to fuel this rage and make him more determined. raizu is persistent and will do almost anything to capture the avatar and regain his lost honor, which sometimes causes him to make reckless decisions. he only seeks to return things to normal and will not let anyone stand in his way. he can be fairly ruthless and stubborn at what he sets his mind to and allows his rage to fuel his bending, making it unpredictable and powerful. honestly, raizu needs a balancing force in his life that will calm him down as continuing at the rate he is going is not healthy. raizu hides his 'weaker' emotions, such as happiness, and feels as though he has to put up a wall in order to meet what peoples standards are of a prince since he has so many judging eyes on him. he is domineering and controlling, a result of his upbringing as fire nation royalty, and shows disdain when forced to work with people he believes are inferior; yet he adamantly refuses to view people as expendable and doesn't see the value in wasting strong men (and he has a bit of a soft spot). when pushed to limits, he will most likely choose to save his people rather than continue his quest at that time. even though he can be cold and uncaring, raizu is able to show mercy, even for his enemies, and is not as murderous as he is made out to seem. at times, the young prince also appears to be very confused. it is clear he is uncertain of himself and is torn between the pursuit for his lost honor and what he feels is right. while raizu tries often to be hard and uncaring in his quest, his loyalties to his men and allies still manage to show over his personal desires.
***his personality will shift and develop as the rp goes on so this is more of a base starting line
TRAITS; ambitious, determined, quick tempered, complicated
angsty, workaholic, practical, instinctual, a little rebellious, opinionated, out spoken, loyal, protective, bold, narrow-minded, genuine, harsh, more introverted, competitive, emotional, moody, guarded, obsessed, pessimistic, secretly a people please (mainly his father), intelligentHEADCANONS;
-- radiates pure angst
-- will stare daggers at you until you shit your pants
-- believes his father can do no wrong and is all for the fire nation and its expansion
-- doesn't like to think about how the avatar would be treated if he manages to catch him and bring him back to the fire nation and pushes it out of his mind
-- gets flustered when his authority is questioned
-- has tried to send letters back home but never gets any answers
-- people mockingly call him the "dragonling"
-- always seems to be training to become his best self (but like, only in a fighting way)
-- "enough with the basics. on to the advanced set"
-- a fantastic tactician; actually does really well in a leadership position
-- secretly cares for his crew and will protect their lives, but play it off as he just doesn't need people dying since he needs their able bodies
-- doesn't open up to many people because he thinks it makes him weak
-- doesn't like that he actually has morals. gross
-- feels like he's been rejected by everyone in his life and so is always scared of it happening again
-- will go off if someone mentions his mother in a bad light
-- has a pendant with her image in it
-- refuses to talk about his half brother
-- soft spot for younger kids and will never hurt them
-- very morally gray. he will steal and cheat if it gets him what he wants
-- still very respectful of combat rules and rarely plays dirty
-- works himself to the bone
-- ashamed of his scar as of right now because it represents him going against his father
-- will eventually wear it as a trophy
-- moody af
-- honestly debilitated by his family relationships and blames himself for his mothers disappearance
-- super scary when mad
-- "I dOn'T NEeD aNy cALmiNg tEa"
-- is trying to work on his breathing when he gets worked up
-- can break a spear with his powerful thighs
-- some of the only people who can calm him down are masami and isaki
-- as of now isaki is the only good in his life
-- it's very difficult for him to be vulnerable
-- he has 3 drunk phases: happy, to aggressive/competitive, to emotional and weepy
abilities
BENDER; yes, fire
--- has a lot of potential in his bending. not quite as skilled as he could be, though a force to be reckoned with nonetheless. receives instruction from many teachers, though his rage is the true driving force of his power at the moment, making it unpredictable and chaotic. lots of raw energy and talent, though raizu is often too stubborn to take it slow and learn. does not bend blue fire or create lightening, but will be able to redirect it and bend fire that could match anyone.
SKILLS; fire bending (though he needs to get it under control), Dao blade combat, cunning, resourcefulness, lightning redirection (not yet trained), unarmed combat, tactical thinking, leadership skills
WEAKNESSES; his emotions take over sometimes, trusts too much in his family, temper temper, conflicted feelings, easily frustrated, his own mind
WEAPONS; his bending, dual dao blades, and his unarmed combat skills
history && miscellaneous
HISTORY; raizu had only ever experienced life as royalty, exposed to certain privileges other people in the kingdom and the world had and never would experience. he was the crown prince with no siblings to compete with or concern himself with and, because he was the only child in the family, received lots of attention from both his mother and his father. raizu completely idolized his father growing up, constantly trying to make himself proud. however, as he grew older, his father promptly stopped paying as much attention to him and this caused a lot of confusion for the young child. as unrest began to increase in the kingdom, the fire lord became much more agitated and and short when addressing the prince. during this time, raizu became much closer to his mother and sought out her presence whenever feeling rejected by his hero. the two were thick as thieves and his mother began to resent the fire lord for his treatment of their son. there many arguments and their relationship quickly became strained, neither one of them ever talking to each other. raizu was still young at this time and couldn't really comprehend what was happening, especially as a young consort in the court caught the fire lords attention and the consort frequented more and more events. his parents relationship became irreparable at this point, raizu only realizing why and that his father was having an affair until recently, and there was an uproar between them. the prince had been listening in and spying on the argument from the door and saw his father slap his mother. she fought back, of course, and raizu quickly intervened (now more solidified as a teenager), and his father turned his rage on his son and hit him for the first time. he was very injured after this and was kept in his bedchambers for a week and a half while he gained his strength back.
during his recovery, raizu's mother went missing and no one knew really what had happened to her. many suspected she had fled the nation to escape the fire lord and his affair, but raizu will eventually discover she was murdered by his fathers men. she was disregarded as a traitor and the fire lord didn't speak much about her after. not much time passed before the fire lord wed his new wife, the consort that he had been having an affair with, and raizu spiraled. there was a lot of mental and sometimes physical abuse that occurred during this time, some from his father, some from his step mother, and some from even generals in his fathers army. she became pregnant soon as well, giving birth to a little boy which sent shockwaves through the palace and the fire lord expressed more affection for this baby than he had ever shown raizu. one day at dinner, in which the fire lord was not able to attend, the consort had been speaking illy of his mother and the prince could not take in anymore, standing up with fire blazing in his eyes as a bolt of flames hit the wall near his step mothers head. the fire lord was furious when he had heard about this and raizu was informed that he would be participating in agni kai for the disrespect against his new mother. raizu had assumed that he would be fighting against his stepmothers brother, a general in the army, but was instead met with his father at the other side of the court. before he could even react, the match had started, and the firelord sent a surge of fire towards raizu and, since the prince was not yet very skilled at his bending, received the full force of the blast. an allied water bender (though more likely captured) helped in raizu's healing process with her abilities, though she wasn't able to heal him completely and he was left with a burn scar across his left shoulder. the fire lord exiled his son to regain his honor by finding the avatar, though that part was more interpreted by raizu, in order to be able to return home and claim his place as crown prince. there has been talk of the new baby becoming the true crown prince due to raizu's disgrace, but he refuses to believe that his father would do that to him.
LIKES; tea (secretly), winning, calm seas, cloud watching, the sound of wind through trees, seeing improvement, effortless conversation
DISLIKES; waiting, super busy areas, sitting still for too long, being beat, betrayal, being vulnerable, people interfering in his plans
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— I CAN ADMIT, I AM NOT FIREPROOF
—I HAD ALL AND THEN MOST OF YOU, SOME AND NOW NONE OF YOU
general
NAME, NICKNAMES; taru hasran of the earth kingdom
TITLES/ALIASES; here
NATION; earth kingdom
GENDER, PRONOUNS; cisgender male, he/him
SEXUALITY, ORIENTATION; bisexual biromantic
AGE; 22 y/o
relationship
RELATIONSHIP STATUS; single/widower
LOVE INTERESTS; n/a, open for plotting
BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND; n/a
WIFE/HUSBAND; rita hasran (wife, deceased) - she was the love of his life. they met as children who grew up as close friends and eventually grew to be lovers. doesn't know if he can ever love again after losing her.
PARENTS; kuruk hasran (father, deceased) - his idol who taught him everything that he knows about bending. admired the hell out of him and feels he hasn't actually grieved his death properly even though it's been years | nali hasran (mother, deceased) - taught him to take everything in stride and not to let the little things bother him. she was his biggest supporter and seeing her on her death bed broke him
SIBLINGS; n/a
CHILDREN; baho hasran (son, alive) - his pride and joy and his entire life. nothing means more to taru than his son and he is fiercely protective of him. will cut a hoe if someone ever touches a hair on his head.
FRIENDS; open for plotting!
ENEMIES; the fire nation, rita's family, open for plotting!
appearance
FACECLAIM; kevin stranart
WEIGHT, HEIGHT; 6'4", 180 lbs
SCARS, BODY MODIFICATIONS, ACCESSORIES; he wears his wife's green beaded bracelet at all times
PHYSICAL, MENTAL DISABILITIES; n/a as of yet
personality
description here
TRAITS; fun loving, humorous, good natured, protective, loyal, charismatic, suspicious, resourceful, generous, affable, patient, fatherly, self critical, casual, determined, a bit childish, guarded (in the sense that he hides his emotions behind a smile), excitable, messy, paranoid, compassionate
HEADCANONS;
-- blames himself for both the death of his parents and the death of his wife
-- will try to make jokes to lighten to mood
-- these aren't always at the right time
-- his son is his pride and joy
-- pretty calm and rational unless those he cares about are threatened
-- crazy strong. this man is dense and will hold you over his head no problem
-- sings his son a lullaby every night
-- honestly the funniest person ever
-- will give you a nickname whether you like it or not
-- if you're a 'bad guy' he will turn on the intimidation factor and make it feel real
-- quite literally a tank
-- always seems to have a smile or grin on his face
-- whenever he sees someone down in the dumps he makes it his mission to change that
-- does have nightmares and has trouble sleeping at night
-- can go overboard on violence if pushed far enough
-- "look at my son. look at him! beautiful."
-- cant help but make sarcastic comments during fights
-- insults typically just bounce off of him
-- not one to take things personally
-- unless you mention his wife. then you should prepare a will
-- one of the few earth benders with the ability to bend lava
-- if he gets mad he gets quiet and scary
-- has a difficult time fully trusting people, especially those from the fire nation
-- will typically go at things head on and alone so no one else gets hurt
-- baho adores his dad and has some attachment issues
-- can make just about anyone like him
-- always the life of the party
-- whenever he is drunk he just gets super outgoing and wants to sing songs around a fire
-- doesn't think he can ever love again is is slow to let himself care about people unconditionally
-- doesn't talk much about what happened to him in his past
-- his wife's name hardly ever passes his lips
-- a decent cook. he will make you food
-- "smiling burns calories, you know"
-- his appearance contradicts his personality
-- a bit of a cinnamon roll
-- big soft spot for babies and baby animals
-- has to stop himself from cursing in front of baho
-- "what are you fu-" *sees baho sitting playing with his toys* "aren't you a lovely person?"
abilities
BENDER; yes, earth
--- a very skilled bender, he has made quite the reputation of himself. he has great control over his abilities and has even shown an affinity to bend lava, something a select few earthbenders are able to do. he has also trained in using rocks to create armor or gauntlets in battle. taru is currently working on bending crystals to create even stronger armor and weapons.
SKILLS; his bending for real, strength, intimidation (all fake), charismatic, good singer, will make you laugh, incredibly resourceful
WEAKNESSES; his son, he gets blinded by emotion sometimes, not the fastest, (usually) merciful, any mention of his wife will make him freeze
WEAPONS; his bending. he refuses to use weapons that he hasn't created and hates swords
history && miscellaneous
HISTORY; taru grew up in the city of ba sing se as an only child in an impoverished household. his father was an earth bender and taught taru basically everything he knows from a young age. they were happy despite their misfortune and his parents always put on a smile when faced with trouble. the family got by through his father offering his services as a bender and his mother selling jewelry that she made at the local market. taru quickly became a skilled bender and began to experiment with his techniques, beating all of his friends who were also benders in sparring matches and games. his father soon got a steady gig working in a mine nearby the city and their income became more stable, taking a great weight off of his parents. taru would sometimes accompany his father to the fines to help out if they were short staffed or needed some extra help. he liked having his own money to be able to go to the marketplace and feel the pride of being able to buy his own things. one day while in the market, he saw a beautiful girl about his age walking along the paths browsing his mothers jewelry. being a bit of a romantic, he approached her and the two struck up a great conversation and really clicked. he found out that her name was rita and she was the daughter of a wealthy noble in the city. he left the market a bit downtrodden as he wasn't in the social class to see her, but not before gifting her a beaded bracelet that his mother had made.
however, fate would have it that they would cross paths again and rita willingly called out to him. they began to spend more and more time together and developed a bit of a secretive relationship as her parents would never approve of them together. the continued like this for a year before things suddenly changed. one day while his father was working in the mines, there was an explosion and he ended up dying in the accident. this was later discovered to be an attack by the fire nation. things spiraled after that. taru's mother became sick with grief and, after a few months of nursing her back to health, she even ended up passing away. this devastated him and he still blames himself for not being able to save his father as he had chosen that day to spend with rita instead of going to work at the mines like he usually did. he was still young, only about thirteen at the time, and wound up in an orphanage in the city. there, he didn't receive the best treatment and often went to bed hungry or sore for punishments by the owner, but he kept a smile on his face just like his parents had when they were struggling. he was the type of kid to always make jokes to lighten the moods of the other kids in the orphanage. not many were adopted. ba sing se was already over crowded, and the orphanage that taru had ended up in was one of the less reputable so not many prospective parent and caregivers would frequent it. so, he lived for years in this orphanage, using his good nature and humor to deflect any negative emotions he felt. rita continued to see him, though her visits became less and less frequent when her parents started to catch on to what she was doing.
finally the day came when he aged out of the orphanage and, not long after, rita came knocking on the door of his shack like house, explaining that she had fled from her house and wanted to be with him. they ended up eloping and moving to a nearby village where they would be harder to find. they were incredibly happy together even though they didn't have much money, a lot like taru's parents had been when he was growing up. rita ended up pregnant and taru had never been more excited about anything. he would constantly talk about what their child would be like and how they would spend their days together. the village knew them as a happy family, a select few aware of rita's actual background, but left them in peace nonetheless. the day baho was born was the best day of taru's life. it amazed him that he had helped bring such a beautiful baby boy into the world. baho was a perfect mix of both of his parents. his hair was lighter like rita's, though he had hints taru's curls and his hazel eyes. the two were thick as thieves, never apart from one another.
tragedy struck for the second time in taru's like when baho was still a baby, only 5 months at the time. rita's family had finally put the effort into tracking them down and sent their men to bring her home. it was the middle of the night and they had heard noises from outside. taru told her to stay put and watch the baby while he went to go check on it. he was met with a large group of men armed to the teeth, drawing their weapons as soon as he showed his face. desperate to defend his new family, taru used his earth bending to fight them off, the display fairly violent and great show of power as he made short work of them. a scream from inside the house snapped taru's attention back to reality and he ran inside, heart beating loudly in his ears. there, he witnessed rita standing in front of baho's crib to defend him from the soldiers, a man before her. as taru grew closer, he saw blood and he went rigid, seeing the man before his wife had a sword and it had gone straight through her stomach. rage blurred his vision and all he remembers is seeing red as he ran forward and ripped the man away from his wife, taking him down to the ground and forming rocks around his fist as he began to punch, and punch, and punch until there are hardly anything left. the only noise to snap himself out of it was rita's gasping breaths and he held her close to his chest while she breathed her last, baho crying almost on cue as the life left her body. he had stayed there for hours, holding her tightly to him with tears streaming down his cheeks. this was a moment that he couldn't bring joy to cover his pain. it was only when the sun rose did taru move, taking the beaded bracelet he had given rita all those years ago, grabbing his son, and leaving the house for good. they would eventually come upon the sanctuary where he offered up his services in exchange for safe haven for his son and himself. taru is still scared that rita's family will continue to look for him and baho, though he swears on his life that he will destroy them if they ever attempted it again. baho is now almost two years old and taru has done his best to salvage his happy disposition.
LIKES; time with his son, entertaining conversations, warm sun, laughing, cracking jokes, lichee juice
DISLIKES; swords, ambushes, feeling helpless, the fire nation, the thought of losing someone he loves
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— TAKE ME BACK TO THE NIGHT WE MET
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ill get a post in tomorrow! sorry haven't been able to get something good out because I have a midterm tomorrow morning that has been stressing me out!
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well I went over the character limit for my other post but akara is done!
— WE'RE REELING THROUGH THE MIDNIGHT STREETS
general
NAME, NICKNAMES; akara genesee of kyoshi island, sometimes goes by 'kara'
OFFICIAL TITLES; kyoshi warrior
UNOFFICAL TITLES/ALIASES; tbd
NATION; earth kingdom
GENDER, PRONOUNS; cisgender female, she/her
SEXUALITY, ORIENTATION; bisexual biromantic
AGE; 19 y/o
relationship
RELATIONSHIP STATUS; single
LOVE INTERESTS; n/a, open for plotting
BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND; n/a
WIFE/HUSBAND; n/a
PARENTS; unknown to her - she would like to know who they were, but cant help but feel some resentment towards them for abandoning her
SIBLINGS; n/a, though she considers the kyoshi warriors her sisters
CHILDREN; n/a
FRIENDS; open for plotting
ENEMIES; the fire nation, open for plotting
appearance
FACECLAIM; nataly machado
WEIGHT, HEIGHT; 5'5" 125 lbs
SCARS, BODY MODIFICATIONS, ACCESSORIES; has some scars from fighting, but nothing too major. also possesses her full kyoshi warrior garb
PHYSICAL, MENTAL DISABILITIES; n/a
personality
akara is a sweet and caring young woman, yet she is also independent and capable of fending for herself in tough situations. akara has also developed a tough side and is unafraid to stand up for what she believes in. her strong character is showcased best in the face of hardships as she is able to stay resilient and determined in her actions. befitting her status as a kyoshi warrior, akara is tough, assertive, and not afraid to speak her mind. a woman of action, she finishes things that she sets her mind to and rarely gives up when faced with a problem. akara is not one to easily give up hope, either, and likes to see the best in people without doubting them. however, she has a mild tendency to hold grudges, especially after being betrayed, and it takes quite a bit to regain her trust once more. at the same time, akara is a compassionate and loyal spirit. her softer side is more frequently demonstrated in the presence of those she cares about. the young woman loves to laugh and is pretty sarcastic and often utilizes more dry humor. definitely the type of person to go marching up to the enemy without fear and will speak her mind in any situation. still, she does have a more feminine side to her and enjoys nice clothes and jewelry. akara especially enjoys this when people underestimate her because of this and is quick to act to shut them up.
TRAITS; sarcastic, caring, independent, stubborn, bold, outspoken, opinionated, resourceful, resilient, tough, active, intuitive, intelligent, witty, proud, selfless, confident, assertive, loyal, empathetic, observant, kind, strong willed
HEADCANONS;
-- will 100% tell you if you're being dumb or offensive
-- could probably beat you in an arm wrestling competition
-- doesn't wear her kyoshi outfit unless it is something important/dangerous
-- has so so many sarcastic comments
-- can hold her own against any bender
-- idolizes avatar kyoshi
-- hasn't been off the island until recently
-- "you scared a girl's gonna beat you up?"
-- sexism can suck her ass
-- one of the most caring people you will ever meet
-- can get flustered at any romantic gesture
-- loves to make bets and dares
-- doesn't seem to be scared of anything whatsoever
-- has a lot of pride in her occupation and finds herself missing home even though she always wanted to leave the island
-- a bit naive to life out in the world
-- super perceptive. she will notice the smallest gestures
-- choose her for any stealth missions she'll get it done
-- never gives up even if it might endanger her life
-- not one to stand still and be insulted
-- "I can be strong and feminine at the same time"
-- don't tell her somethings not possible because she will be trying to do it ten minutes later
-- strong sense of morals and hates seeing innocent people suffer
-- "so, who's gonna volunteer for this incredibly dangerous mission that could result in death-"
*akara raising her hand first*
-- honestly a bad ass bitch
-- doesn't like being treated like a helpless little girl
-- can take care of herself plus some
-- will laugh in your face
-- can and will sneak up on you
-- likes to scare people for fun
-- even though she might make sarcastic comments while fighting, she doesn't lose focus easily
-- still searching for answers about who her parents were (plot twist: they were from the fire nation)
-- if people cant come back at her with a witty comment they cant hang
-- honestly needs someone to ground her
-- has pushed down the guilt she feels over her friends death
**more to be added
abilities
BENDER; no
--- despite not being a bender, akara is more than capable of handling herself in a fight. she is an impressive hand-to-hand combatant, using a style reminiscent of aikido, holding her own against other skilled fighters, including benders. she is also very nimble, able to weave through obstacles, practice parkour or acrobatic techniques, and climb just about anything. she is adept at fighting with the traditional kyoshi war fans with a style similar to tessenjutsu, a technique avatar kyoshi utilized. akara is also skilled with a katana.
SKILLS; hand to hand combat, tessenjutsu (fans), sword fighting, climbing, brave, physically strong, fast, nimble, intelligent
WEAKNESSES; naive, can be a little reckless, can't bend, rash, smaller in stature, a bit too outspoken
WEAPONS; dual metal war fans, a retractable round shield, a katana, and her body
history && miscellaneous
HISTORY; akara was dropped off at the training house of the kyoshi warriors when she was just a baby. no one really knew where she had come from, but they really had no choice but to take her in. they found her on kyoshi day and took it as a sign that avatar kyoshi herself wanted akara to become a warrior. it was from this sign that akara idolizes the past avatar and has educated herself on the powerful benders life and fighting techniques. so, the group of strong women took to raising her together and, once she was old enough around age 7 or 8, she began her training. akara took to it pretty naturally, surpassing many of her peers and moving on to more advanced skill sets such as training in tessenjutsu earlier than others. life was pretty routine since she lived on the island, never really stepping foot on the mainland as there was no need to stray from home, training during the day and patrolling some during the night. things were pretty boring, and as akara grew up she became more and more restless, searching for adventure somewhere. she was often found scouring the forests for something to do and was always looking for some kind of stimulus, even if it meant fighting off a fire nation scout or two. still, she didn't stray very far and resigned herself to defending the island with the impending danger of the fire nation looming over everyones shoulders.
a few months after akara had completed her training, the fire nation attacked the island as they hadn't quite extended their reach to their shores. absolute chaos ensued and the kyoshi warriors quickly readied themselves for battle. akara hadn't even fought such a threat before, but she had found herself itching for the chance to taste action. she got what she had wanted, able to fight off numerous of fire benders as they tried to make their way inland. they had tremendously underestimated the skills of the female warriors and were forced to retreat due to the number of ambushes and flash attacks the kyoshi warriors employed to keep them at bay. the fire nation retreated, but their warship still lay off the coast and this only made akara angrier. she was determined to make them leave for good and concocted a plan to sabotage their ship in the middle of the night. so, a couple days after the initial attack while the moon was high in the sky, she stole away towards the ship and was able to quietly board it. everyone was fast asleep, sure that the small island wouldn't be mounting a surprise attack on the ship itself, so akara was able to stealthily move towards the engine room. her plan was to cause an explosion that would force them to retreat back towards the nearby mainland. however, as she was concocting this, one of her close friends had made her presence known and explained that she had followed akara to the ship in order to have her back.
everything went smoothly for the two kyoshi warriors when they ran into a small patrol on the ship. the patrol was able to raise the alarm before they could stop them and, even though they did their best, akara knew they couldn't win and the explosion would happen any second. right as the two girls were about to flee, however, a fire nation soldier managed to grab ahold of her friend and restrain her securely. akara knew they were running out of time, and her friend did too, so she urged her to escape while she could. the young woman had no choice but to act, escaping the ship just in time and jumping off the side as the explosion lit up the sky. when akara got back to shore, she explained what had happened to her leader who expressed great disappointment in her. having heard of the sanctuary and what it stood for and protected, the kyoshi warriors sent akara to join them as a guard to gain some discipline and distance herself from the island. (this is really poorly written hehe ill probably go back in to fix it later)
LIKES; forests, action, warm drinks, quality time with close friends, sparring, swimming, laughing, banter
DISLIKES; the fire nation, confined spaces, feeling trapped, things that are too sweet, spicy food (she doesn't mind it necessarily but has no tolerance)
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— AND I'VE NEVER FELT SO ALONE
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tracking!
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☀Leo Blake☀ ooc: ahhh im so sorry for not responding I didn't forget about this! things have been suuuper busy but hopefully it'll get better now!
Leo had never met someone like Maribelle, to put it frankly. People that he knew had a tendency to not see the bright side and certainly didn't possess her happy-go-lucky demeanor. In fact, he always seemed to be the most energetic person in a room with his carefree sarcasm and chaotic energy which usually got on everyones nerves (but that made it all the more fun). He wasn't quite sure how he felt about it; part of seeing someone just happy about simple life was refreshing, though he couldn't help but think about what such naivety would bring if she were to actually venture out of the tower on her own. Not that he cared, of course. Leo just didn't want to get dragged into a mess because of some girl who didn't know good from bad. Shaking the thoughts out of his head and snapping his attention back to reality, he listened to her reply of why she wasn't allowed to leave the tower. It was a bit confusing. People like her? He turned his head to glance at Maribelle, raising an eyebrow, though he said nothing. I mean, sure. She was pretty enough to draw the wrong kind of attention in shady settings- wait, huh? She must have hit him harder than he thought with that rolling pin.
As they drew nearer to their destination, Leo's mood visibly improved as he practically skipped along the forest path, a large grin draw across his mouth and lighting up his entire face. There was no way that Maribelle would want to continue their little adventure after this, he was sure of it. Hell, seeing him had warranted an ounce of fear and, even though he prided himself on being somewhat intimidating when the time called for it, he was nothing compared to some of the mugs who frequented the pub affectionately called The Hungry Kitten as read on a rather cute sign outside of the cottage type building. There was plenty of noise radiating from inside, and Leo turned to face Maribelle with a small smirk. "And here we are! The best drinks and company for miles around! I'm telling ya, Blondie, won't get much better than this." With that, the brunette strutted towards the door and flung it open, the crowded room becoming deadly quiet as all eyes turned to the unexpected duo.
There were no hungry kittens in sight. The lighting was fairly dim due to the few wall mounted candles and roaring fireplace, adding nice shadowing over the faces of the already terrifying patrons who were scattered in clumps throughout. There were all types of people inside, some even frozen mid bar fight, as they stared towards Leo and Maribelle with suspicion and surprise. Leo didn't falter, however, as he stepped confidently inside with the same large grin on his face. As soon as he did so, a sudden tension filled the air as he passed several different terrifying brutes, beckoning his companion to follow him. "Afternoon gentlemen, don't stop brawling on my behalf!" Leo shot casually towards two particularly large men at a standstill in their fight who followed him with their eyes with almost murderous intent. All the while, Leo searched the pub for a particularly shady character and saw them sitting in a stall in the back corner, a hood covering their face. That was his informant, if he could guess. Before he could take another step though, a large shirtless man moved to black his way, long brown hair falling in front of his face as he stared down (the man towered a good foot over Leo) with bulging muscles.
Having to look up at the figure before him, Leo couldn't help but gulp, voice wavering as he spoke. "Mikel, fancy seeing... You... Here," he started, losing traction as his confidence dwindled, this so called Mikel glaring at the young man furiously. Leonardo took the chance to glance back at Maribelle, sending her a hesitant thumbs up and mouthing the words 'I've got this' before Mikel spoke, voice as deep and thundering as would be expected. "I told you not to show your face here again, little thief." Ouch. Laughing nervously, Leo's response was interrupted as Mikel grasped the front of his shirt and effortlessly lifted him up into the air. The rest of the pub had resumed its normal boisterousness, most people not wanting to get involved with Mikel, who had quite the reputation as a criminal and thug in the area. "I want my money, Blake!" His voice practically shook the foundation and Leo struggled in the air to no avail. "Listen big guy, I already told you; it wasn't me! Do you think that I am stupid enough to steal from you?" The silence that followed and pointed look caused Leo's expression to fall. "That hurts. Really, it does." The brunette sighed, clearing his throat as though he wasn't suspended feet off the ground and about to be pummeled by a giant. "We can work this out, right? I'm finishing up a big job and I can try to pay for some... Damages! Yeah, damaged. Just put me down."
After a moment, Mikel dropped the smaller man back onto the ground, causing Leo to stumble slightly before regaining his footing. Seeing this as a good opportunity to scare some sense into her, he turned around and grabbed Maribelle's wrist, dragging her forward to stand by his side. "Now Blondie, this here is my close friend Mikel." The large man almost seemed to growl at this statement. "You probably would have seen his likeness on one of the highest grossing wanted posters in the kingdom if you weren't, you know, living under a rock." He blasted on his cocky smile again, pushing her forward towards the looming man who stared down at her with a glint of curiosity. "You had best tell your boyfriend to watch his tongue, little girl. People here don't take kindly to those who cause trouble, including their companions." Leo feigned a gasp of disdain, though felt giddy at the way Mikel spoke of him without being prompted! This was perfect!
"Speaking"
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may I reserve the last female spot jj?! this looks so fun
i don't belong to the world, but that's what it is
NAME: josephine arielle bellamy
NICKNAME: jo* or josie
AGE: 21 y/o, almost 22
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: bisexual demiromantic, slight male lean
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: josephine has tanned skin and long brown hair. framing her face, she has bangs, which are one of her more defining features. in the past, her hair has been different colors, though she has currently opted for a more natural look since working for a more established and 'posh' bar. her eyes are a hazel brown color and are defined by dark lashes and eyebrows. jo's lips are full and pouty and her cheekbones are high and defined. she has a toned and slim body since she used to be an avid swimmer, though now sims more for just a hobby. while she normally wears her hair down, Josephine can also be spotted wearing it up or in a braid, her bangs creating a nice and stylish effect. her clothes are fairly trendy and she loves an oversized look and never wears dresses or skirts. if wearing something more revealing or skintight, she will opt for an oversized jacket.
OCCUPATION: never went to college and is working as a bartender until her writing career takes off (she do be struggling)
HEADCANONS:
— sarcasm? sarcasm
— will end your whole career
— doesn't take any shit
— 100% a bad betch
— uses dry humor as a defense mechanism
— not one to often express sincere emotion
— a fantastical liar
— might be manipulative, but only when she's trying to get tips at the bar
— unapologetic af
— takes on any and every dare. refuses to be a wimp
— actually a really kind and genuine person because she doesn't sugar coat things or act fake
— protective to a fault. if someone comes for someone she loves, she will dig in hard
— low-key kind of innocent though?? doesn't know how to flirt in real life and might struggle a bit
— might bully you, though that's how you know she cares
— fashion sense is killer
— was once scouted as a model but she refused (she is a tad self conscious)
— grew up in the system under foster care but doesn't talk about that
— the member of the group who will get into a full fist fight
— surprisingly not a big drinker and a bit of a lightweight
— gets very very embarrassed talking about her writing
— doesn't feel like she's good enough in any respect (esp with her work)
— will carry secrets to the grave
— calls everyone out no matter what
— so so ticklish and will completely freak out if she is tickled
— doesn't see peoples flaws and chooses to ignore them
— people shouldn't be judged by their past choices
— honestly never wears dresses or skirts, and when she's wearing something tighter there is usually a jacket over it
— her friends convinced her to apply for the show since they thought she needed to put herself out there more and change her routine up from bartending at night and writing during the day
*will probably add more later on!
PERSONAL PLOTS: maybe some romance or flings?, needs some friends desperately, she finishes a book that starts to become successful, arguments arguments arguments (she has a strong will so it's bound to happen)
GROUP PLOTS: anything that will add drama hehe, terrace party, movie nights, truth or dare, drunkenness, spin the bottle, etc.
OTHER: fc is kelsey calemine
something separates me from other people everywhere i turn
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ooo tracking~ ill try to get a fc and some basic info on him later today but my post probably won't come until tomorrow because I have an essay due tonight!
quick question - I'm assuming my character doesn't know how your characters power and yours doesn't know mine is a vampire??
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tentative track
I dont know much about HP but think it's interesting so forgive me if I mess something up djkjsSERAFINA BANFORD NO ONE'S GONNA TAKE MY SOUL AWAY && GENERAL
— name
serafina rose banford
— gender
female
— age
17 y/o
— sexuality
bisexual demiromantic, slight male lean
— house
gryffindor
— year
7th year
— nicknames
sera
— voiceclaim | faceclaim
fc: kelsey calemine
vc: sophie turner
LIVIN' LIKE JIM MORRISON && PHYSICAL
— appearance
serafina has tanned skin and long brown hair. framing her face, she has bangs, which are one of her more defining features. in the past, her hair has been different colors, though she has currently opted for a more natural look since returning back to hogwarts where she would represent her family name. her eyes are a hazel brown color and are defined by dark lashes and eyebrows. sera's lips are full and pouty and her cheekbones are high and defined. she has a toned and slim body since she used to be an avid swimmer, though now sims more for just a hobby due to her studies. while she normally wears her hair down, Josephine can also be spotted wearing it up or in a braid, her bangs creating a nice and stylish effect. when not in her uniform, her clothes are fairly trendy and she loves an oversized look though never wears dresses or skirts. if wearing something more revealing or skintight, she will opt for an oversized jacket.
— body modifications
n/a, though she plans on getting a tattoo as soon as she moves out of her parents house
— scars/deformities?
a few minor scars from quidditch and just life in general
HEADED TOWARDS A F**KED UP HOLIDAY && PERSONALITY
— overview
literally the most unpredictable person you will ever meet. she is not afraid to get her hands dirty and is incredibly outspoken and opinionated. sera is not afraid to stick it to professors if she thinks that they're wrong. strong moral compass, though her actions can be described as morally gray at best. sarcasm is basically her middle name and she will roast you at the drop of a hat. still, one of the most genuine friends and allies you will ever find as she will never betray you or your trust. that, and she'll go after anyone who ever tries to mess with you. a disaster when it comes to anything romantic, she might just 'finger gun' her way out of the situation. actually very smart and proficient in her magic, thriving in her favorite classes. however, she gets bored easily and doesn't do well where things are quiet and the like. (this is so bad sorry but the headcanons are better!)
— likes
flying, banter, competition, soft things, soft spot for the younger years, adrenaline rushes, butter beer, swimming
— dislikes
small spaces, bullies, losing, corruption, authority (to an extent), worms, feeling trapped, being talked down to, directions
MOTEL, SPREES, SPREES, AND I'M SINGING && RELATIONSHIPS
— parents
charles and eleanor banford
— siblings
theodore banford (22 years old, very well known in the wizarding world for his prowess and skill)
— romantic relationships
tbd, open for development!
— close friends/trusts
open!
— enemies/does not trust
open!
GIVE IT TO ME, THIS IS HEAVEN, WHAT I TRULY WANT && WITCHCRAFT + WIZARDRY
— wand description
sycamore wood with a phoenix feather core, 12 ¼" and reasonably supple flexibility
— patronus
lioness
— favorite class
defense against the dark arts or flying, can't decide which one
— least favorite class
astronomy
— pet
a large grey owl named apollo
— quidditch?
yes, gryffindor captain
— animagus, parsel tongue, or werewolf?
no
IT'S INNOCENCE LOST && HEADCANONS
— sarcasm? sarcasm
— will end your whole career
— doesn't take any sh*t
— 100% a bad betch
— uses dry humor as a defense mechanism
— not one to often express sincere emotion
— a fantastical liar
— unapologetic af
— "say that again and you'll get my foot up your-"
"serafina!"
"what?"
— takes on any and every dare. refuses to be a wimp
— actually a really kind and genuine person because she doesn't sugar coat things or act fake
— protective to a fault. if someone comes for someone she loves, she will dig in hard
— low-key kind of innocent though?? doesn't know how to flirt in real life and might struggle a bit
— might bully you, though that's how you know she cares (in a very playful way)
— the member of a group who will get into a full fist fight (and has)
— surprisingly not a big drinker and a bit of a lightweight
— gets very very embarrassed talking about herself
— "I had NOTHING to do with it! .... ok it was my idea but I don't feel good about it"
— doesn't feel like she's good enough in any respect which is why she is so reckless
— will carry secrets to the grave
— calls everyone out no matter what
— so so ticklish and will completely freak out if she is tickled
— how is she captain of the gryffindor quidditch team? the world may never know
— literally so competitive she will break your leg
— lots of disciplinary action has been taken against her but her family name keeps her in school
— doesn't like being compared to her brother and feels like she lives in his shadow
— hates seeing people who cant defend themselves picked on
— excellent in defense against the dark arts and flying
— literally scared of nothing. she will look a dementor in the face and laugh
— throws herself into danger all. the. time
— "don't patronize me"
— the black sheep of her family
— the banford family name is well known and very wealthy
— once broke a kids nose for harassing a couple first years
**might add more later bc I have no self control hehe
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— name
rowan alexander ablettson
— gender
male
— age
15 y/o
— sexuality
bisexual biromantic
— house
ravenclaw
— year
5th year
— nicknames
n/a, feel free to come up with some!
— voiceclaim | faceclaim
fc: david mazouz
FIRE'S STILL SCORCHIN', YOU'VE BEEN SCORNED && PHYSICAL
— appearance
surprisingly tall for his stature and demeanor, rowan stands at about 5'11", though he is quite skinny and lanky. when he walks, he has a slight limp stemming from his left leg after an injury when he was younger. he has dark brown hair that always seems to be shaggy and disheveled and, though he is constantly squinting over a book, his eyes are a deep green color overshadowed by thick, dark eyebrows. it is rare to see rowan in a neat and orderly fashion and something always seems to be out of place with him. rowan's lips are on the thinner side and his nose is more defined, making him almost appear like the 'mascot' of his house.
— body modifications
n/a
— scars/deformities?
has a slight limp from an injury he had when he was younger on his left leg
AND YOU LOOK ABUSED && PERSONALITY
— overview
a big cerebral type. he probably has ready every single book in the school and knows an excessive amount of obscure facts. he has a difficult time getting out of his own head and honestly has an ego too big for his body. rowan has a difficult time relating to people for an array of reasons, and so doesn't allow himself to get close to people or express himself in a genuine way. honestly is struggling a lot with who he is and what his life goals are. still, he can be pretty fiery and stubborn, especially when people choose to insult him as he always seems to have some kind of comeback lined up and at the ready. he has a tendency to be a bit cruel and doesn't really understand boundaries when someone disrespects him. rowan honestly just wants to relax but feels the constant need to distinguish himself among his peers and prove that he is as good, if not better, as anyone else.
— likes
reading, learning something new, detailed instruction,
— dislikes
fire, ignorance, crowded spaces, excessive physical activity,
DID YOU GET OUT ALL OF THAT ANGRY PASSION? && RELATIONSHIPS
— parents
alexanderia ablettson (witch, deceased) and lewis ablettson (father, alive)
— siblings
n/a
— romantic relationships
tbd, open for development!
— close friends/trusts
open!
— enemies/does not trust
open!
IS IT STILL FORMING? && WITCHCRAFT + WIZARDRY
— wand description
hazel wood with a unicorn hair core, 14 ½" and unyielding flexibility
— patronus
unicorn
— favorite class
potions and charms
— least favorite class
flying
— a white cat named samson
Answer with name and link to picture
— quidditch?
definitely not
— animagus, parsel tongue, or werewolf?
parsel tongue
HAS IT STARTED TO TORTURE YOU? && HEADCANONS
— knows way too many random facts
— stays away from large groups of people. scary
— ignores comments about his limp they got way too boring
— "if only your brain could keep up with your mouth"
— witty to a fault
— on the quiet side, but won't tolerate being harassed
— can be cruel. will find your faults and exploit them
— knows almost everything when it comes to potions and such, but struggles with more physical magic
— thinks that quidditch is stupid
— probably the most intelligent in a room
— his ego is probably a bit too inflated
— he's a halfblood and receives a lot of teasing and brutality because of it
— "oh wow, mud blood? finally something original" *continues to mutter insults of annoyance*
— too grumpy for his own good and needs to lighten up
— acts like he doesn't care about what people think, but actually does
— witty as all hell
— lanky boy
— tad on the emo side (emotionally)
— far too hard on himself and doesn't give himself a break
— his mom died when he was young so he was mostly raised by his muggle father who wanted his son to have a foot in the world of magic
— will 100% correct your grammar
— gets really excited when people express interest in the same things he does and will turn into a marshmallow explaining things
— can always be found in some kind of library
— might just develop a soft spot for someone after knowing them for a while
— friend groups? what's that?
— if you say something stupid he will either stare at you blankly or plain roast you
— has a bit of a fiery side
— when he was young he broke his leg and it didn't heal properly (he still feels pain from it now and then)
— feels like he knows more than some of the professors
— not the bravest in the bunch
— the type to put on a brave face and then cry about it later
— or just not be brave at all
— "I-- no. you're wrong"
**again, will probably add more later!
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love her looks awesome! coding is always so tricky haha if you want I could look at it and resize it in your template?? just lmk I'd be happy to!
also! essay is getting done pretty quickly so I might be able to get a response out tonight! hope that what I have for my charrie looks alright with you so far C:
theodore joseph donahue
nickname(s): he primarily goes by "theo" since it is much more modern
age: looks 20, actually over 400 years old
species: vampire
a few traits: sarcastic, intelligent, witty, blunt, perceptive, more reserved, charming, protective, realistic, fantastic liar, a tad rebellious (more will be developed/shown in the rp!)
elizabeth rose beaumont
nickname(s): called liz by those close to her
age: appears to be around 20, actually more than 900 years old
species: vampire royalty
a few traits: cunning, resourceful, charismatic, manipulative, vain, jealous, intelligent, strategic, cruel, threatening, honestly just kinda scary
brief history: the beaumont family has been alive and well for centuries. they were rich back then, and are rich now. they are the root of vampirism, cursed or blessed (depending on who you ask) by a powerful witch, granting them immortality and powers exceeding any other vampire that would ever be created. every vampiric creation stems from them if traced back far enough. theo and elizabeth met in england and immediately took to each other, even though Elizabeth used him as an easy food source for some time. however, after being told by her father that someone was out to get their bloodline, she turned him in the hopes of having an easy to control guard. they lived this ways for decades, theo almost under her spell, until he was allowed to leave as their servant and venture out into the world. he still doesn't quite know why. throughout the years, she has popped in and out of his life, though their relationship is less than healthy.
matthew elijah gilban
nickname(s): often called matty by close friends
age: appears to be 24, actually around 150 years old
species: vampire
a few traits: flirtatious, extroverted, outgoing, loyal, humorous, affable, good natured, pacifist, optimistic, gentle, a tad flamboyant, dramatic
brief history: doesn't talk much about his past, though he is still somewhat young compared to his peers. has always been incredibly kind and gentle, taking to a 'vegetarian' route of vampirism after learning about an herbal remedy that quenches thirst for blood from a shaman. has lived off of that ever since. met theo when he was a fairly fresh vampire and got into trouble with another vampire close to the beaumont family. theo happened to be meeting with elizabeth and saw all of this go down, quickly standing in to save matty's life. he developed a bit of a crush on his hero and has insisted on owing him a life debt ever since.
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Theodore "Theo" Donahue "I AM NOT THE ONLY TRAVELER WHO HAS NOT REPAID HIS DEBT"
ooc: djksj this is kinda trash but I promise itll get better haha
Theo had been surprised, to put it lightly, when Mr and Mrs Harper had approached him about keeping an eye on their daughter. Sure, he had watched the young children of relatives or friends while they ran quickly to the grocery store, but a 19 year old girl would be new. His 'charge' was in his English class at university and they had exchanged notes in passing, though didn't really know each other being that. Still, he was fairly well-known at their school and his family (though they were a family that had been harboring him for decades whenever he floated into town again) had a stellar reputation. Clarissa Harper seemed like a normal enough girl which was exactly why Theo couldn't wrap his mind around why a grown woman would need supervision. He had been hesitant about taking such a responsibility on at first, but his curiosity eventually won him over. The money didn't mean much to him as Theo had collected quite a sum over his years, but it certainly didn't hurt. Besides, he was struggling with figuring out what to do with his time and the next three weeks sounded like some kind of adventure.
The young man had been passing the morning reading a book on the couch, not having moved since the previous evening when his host family of sorts had gone to bed. Their situation was an interesting one. The family he stayed with consisted of an older couple named Nancy and Don Shelton. Their house was an old one, older than even Theo himself, and looked like some sort of gothic mansion. Though the story of their familiarity shifted every time he visited, Theo was currently posed as their grandson. The relationship between Theo and the Shelton family had lasted for generations, starting when Theo had saved one of the Shelton family's life around the year 1800. Ever since, they had promised to make up the debt by assisting Theo is whatever way they could, sheltering him and providing blood from a local blood bank that they owned whenever he decided to stay in town, as the young vampire didn't have much of an appetite for biting live subjects.
Theo finally took the time to glance up from his book to the clock on the wall, realizing that it was just about time for him to head out to the Harper residence and 'introduce' himself to Clarissa. This was surely going to be an interesting interaction, especially since he was certain her parents hadn't told her who he was. Setting down the book, Theo rose to his feet and stretched his arms over his head, rolling his shoulders to relieve the tightness he felt after sitting for so long. As soon as he got up, Nancy came shuffling into the living room with a cup full of some kind of purple liquid. "Good morning, Theo!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly and genuinely, handing the cup to the dark haired man gently. Theo couldn't help but grin back, gratefully taking the cup. "Nancy, morning! Thank you, you're too kind to me." Taking a pause, he quickly threw back the drink, ignoring the sickening taste that followed. Over the years, with the help of a witchy type in a nearby town, they had been able to develop of concoction that would allow him to venture into sunlight unharmed as long as he drank it every morning. Saved him a lot of stress, and made keeping up the facade all the easier.
After exchanging a few pleasantries and informing Nancy of what his day would entail, Theo set out of the house, dressed casually in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt, taking care to grab a jacket on his way pout even though he didn't feel the cold. He did have to keep up appearances of being human, after all. Sitting in the drive way was his favorite mode of transportation, a mint condition red 1967 ferrari spider that he had acquired back in the day. It had been a hassle to buy, too. The guy just didn't want to part with it and it involved quite a bit of convincing, of sorts. That was back when he was more lenient with using his abilities. Now, after seeing the consequences of his actions after trial and error, he was far stricter with himself. A small part of him still couldn't help but this it was worth it, though. What could he say; he appreciated some good vintage.
The drive to the Harper residence didn't take all too long considering that his own temporary home was in a fairly centralized location. That, and he had a tendency of being a fast driver. As soon as he pulled into the driveway and before he had a clear view of the house, Theo could tell that Clarissa was sitting outside somewhere. He could hear her breathing and could smell her intermingled with the scent of cigarette smoke. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Theo hadn't expected the blond to be a smoker. The brunette smoothly got out of his car, nonchalantly putting on his jacket over his more formfitting shirt, and started walking towards the front porch where she sat. Just as he had though; she was sitting smoking a pack of cigarettes. This was going to be an interesting interaction. Sure that she could see him walking up, Theo raised an eyebrow once more, eyeing her and then the cigarettes repetitively. "Clarissa," he started in greeting, a small smirk tugging at his lips though he never broke out into a full grin. "That's an awful habit, you know." Blunt, yes, though that was simply the type of person he was. Hypocritical, also yes, as Theo had his own fair share of vices that would put anyone to shame.
Not waiting for an answer, Theo climbed the steps of the front porch until he stood a few feet away, noticing the frost that collected on the railing and realizing how cold it must be (as he was completely ignorant to the real reason). "Your parents hired me to keep an eye on you, but I'm sure that you've figured that out already. I'm Theo Donahue, we have English together." Nonchalantly, he took a seat a short distance away, now noting that she wasn't wearing a jacket and he had half the mind to lend her his if she had shown signs of being chilled. Theo felt the question of why burning on his tongue, though he swallowed the inquiry and peered at Calissa curiously.
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hello hello and welcome! I'm finding myself with more and more time on my hands and thought that I might as well figure out some new threads! I prefer semi to advanced posts since I post fairly advanced myself and would preferably like to do 1x1 or small group threads because I have a tendency of getting overwhelmed in large ones hehe I am open to bxg and gxg pairings, but if there is a good plot I could attempt bxb (not very experienced in this so my muse might be lower!) I can play a male or female happily, but I do tend to have more muse for female characters because I am one!
topics I like! (ngl, I do prefer plots with some action, though if it's compelling I'm down for anything!)
-- assassin type threads
-- medieval/fantasy
-- witches and wizards (not necessarily HP, but I'd be open to that as well
don't know all too much about it but I'd do my best)-- slice of life
-- western/cowboys
-- spies
-- superpowers
-- expedition/adventure (think uncharted, tomb raider, or indiana jones)
-- GOT
-- gods and goddesses
-- apocalypse
-- atla
**this is not a complete list! if you think of something that isn't here just ask me C:
some plot ideas that I have at the moment! (don't feel limited by these they can be edited C:)
muse a is a spy working for (insert gov agency here) who always seems to get the job done without any type of funny business. serious, very type a, and very skilled at what they do. muse b is practically the opposite. they have only recently been recruited and haven't been on a real mission quite yet but are sort of like a protege. different skill set from muse a. the two are assigned to a mission together where they must pose as a couple/friends/partners and go undercover as underground weapons buyers in italy. they will have to navigate the ins and outs of shady business deals, corrupt galas, and the most lavish casinos without getting caught so they can take down their mark!
muse a is a knight hired by the king for their witch hunting abilities. muse b is a witch/wizard hiding from the kings men. when muse a is hired to capture and bring muse b back to the kingdom alive after being accused of killing the queen, they end up developing an unlikely bond on the journey after encountering all types of obstacles. will muse a continue the job that they were hired for and bring their prisoner back to the king or will they help muse b escape and run from the kings men together? I'm thinking the king is using magic for some kind of evil purpose that is found out later and the duo have to figure out a plan to stop and destroy the king.
muse a and b are rival archaeologists who have always been at each others throats for the glory, scratching and clawing so they could be at the top. one day they both get a letter saying that they are to work together in order to get the payout they are both craving. (I have a couple of ideas of where this could go so if you like the sound of it just let me know and ill fill you in!)
another expedition thread! for this one, muse a is a well-known treasure hunter. super charming, super charismatic, and super successful. when a relatively new journalist, muse b, asks to tag along on their next expedition, muse a cant help but say yes. things take a turn however when muse a realized there is a mark on their head and the pair have to try to escape the loads of hired hands and thugs after them, muse b having absolutely no experience with anything like this.
muse a is a world famous hitman, never been caught and is know for killing several large political leaders and high profile targets. his next hunt is after a princess/princess adored by the world. muse a is tasked to bring muse b to his boss alive, but begins to feel a certain way and revolts against the contract, unleashing a world of pain towards the two of them.**feel free to pitch anything else! these are just some ideas that I've had! I might add some more later if I can think of some
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I finished both of my forms!
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Theodore "Theo" Donahue "I AM NOT THE ONLY TRAVELER WHO HAS NOT REPAID HIS DEBT"
ooc: oh yes I am fully here for all the d r a m a I'll try to think of some ways I can slip some in too *cue scheming*
Man, did she have a mouth on her. Theo sat quietly as he listened to Clarissa sharply respond to him, the shadow of a smirk on his lips as he kept himself from showing open amusement. She was fiery, that was for sure. It was honestly not what he had been expecting as he had originally thought her to be the stereotypical blond sorority girl who loved to get completely wasted at the pregame before the night even started. While that could still be true, it was interesting to see that she had a more independent and sharp side to her. It would make his job much more entertaining and gave him the hope that he needed that he wouldn't spend the whole week discussing if she looked better in pink or purple. Theo had been along for far too long to deal with that and he could see himself breaking his rules on manipulation to just get her to shut up. Thankfully, he could tell this wasn't going to be the case, especially when Clarissa started to echo his own thoughts and answer questions that he had decidedly pushed down until later. Straight to the point, eh? He could get behind that.
As Clarissa spoke with sarcasm about her obviously knowing that he was who her parents at hired, Theo allowed his smirk to take full control. His smile is general was fairly crooked, favoring the right side over the left, but his teeth were practically perfect and shone a brilliant ivory in the winter light. Even though he was leaned back casually in the chair, no air of danger evident in his body language, there was a hint of something whenever he showed his teeth. Some people were enraptured with his smile, some people's blood turned to ice for a reason they couldn't place. Either way, Theo was known to have great sway of even the most stubborn people, though he could tell the blond before him wouldn't be like everyone else. Call it intuition, but the brunette prided himself on being good at reading people after have practiced for decades. "Ah, but a robber doesn't have to be a stranger. For all you know, I could simply be waiting for the rest of my team to pull up in their tinted van," he shot back coolly, sending the young woman a coy wink, though his attention was quickly grasped by her next topic; why he was watching her in the first place.
Although Theo knew many things, nothing about this situation added up. It would be one thing if her parents had informed him that he was to keep her from doing any reckless partying behavior such as excessive drinking or drugs, but he had received no such orders. Instead, the Harper couple had insisted that he watch her and simply make sure that she was safe. He was to act as a bodyguard of sorts. That was nothing new, though no one but perhaps the Sheltons knew about that. A few decades back, in a time when his morals were far more grey, in a city across the country, Theo had acted as a bodyguard for a well known crime boss who ran the entire city and then some. He couldn't lie, he had developed quite a reputation for his skill and bloodthirstiness (how right they had been, in hindsight). However, when he grew bored and people began to notice his lack of aging, Theo had faked his death by getting 'shot'. He had been promptly pronounced as dead due to his lack of a heartbeat and that was that. It always fascinated him that he had quickly become so different but it was probably for the best; the theo he had been then was not one he would have gotten along with now.
Clarissa's answer to his question wasn't much of an answer and just made him all the more curious. He would find out in due time? How much more ominous could that be? If he didn't know any better, Theo would have thought that they wanted to harvest his organs or something along that affect, though they would be sorely disappointed. "I see... Well, I'm looking forward to that day, then." Theo's grin had been taken over by a look of inquiry as he made direct eye contact with Clarissa, his deep brown eyes meeting her bright blue ones without any hesitation. Still, nothing. Theo could feel the full of something familiar, almost a similarity, though he heart beat too strongly for her to be like him. He knew that he could probably convince her in his own little way through this eye contact to reveal what she was hiding, but something in his gut advised against it and he broke eye contact, just in time for her phone to ping, drawing his attention to the culprit that rested in her hands.
Her expression was fairly easy to read as she stared at the screen. Whoever had texted was not someone she was excited to hear from and a look of some kind of distress flashed across her face for a brief moment and Theo couldn't help but glance around the property from his position, deep eyes scanning as far as his enhanced eyesight could reach. Nothing. Call it paranoia, but he had realized over the years that being paranoid usually wound up with a better ending than being careless. After a few moments of silence, Clarissa spoke once more and Theo turned his attention back to her, raising an eyebrow at what she said. "I'm sure it is," he mused, standing up himself to his full height, a solid 6'1", making him a force to be reckoned with despite his especially sharp canine teeth, especially with the uncanny aura that always seemed to surround him. "We wouldn't want you to get sick." The way he said this was very casual and in an uncaring tone, not really even looking at her as he made another survey of the property as they made their way to the front door. Something unsettling was in the air, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Being inside would make him feel much more at ease.
The house was nice, that was for sure. A bit too modern for his own tastes, though that was to be expected when he drove a car like he did. Theo had always had a taste that had, in the past century, become 'old fashioned'. Still, he did appreciate the rustic touches scattered here and there and took care to take note of every single one, following Clarissa towards the kitchen and watching as she moved towards the fridge, pulling out a bottle of Cabernet and struggled to get hold of two glasses from a cupboard that was too high for her. Again, a shadow of amusement pulled at his lips as he leaned informally against the counter. Before he could answer her question, the girl had already begun getting two glasses of wine ready and a short chuckle escaped him. "It would be rude to say no," he answered, stepping closer to her and accepting the glass of red wine. Theo did drink, that was true. One of his vices, he supposed, but it helped take his mind off of things. It took far more alcohol than the regular person to get him drunk, but he had learned to appreciate the taste. That, and it tended to loosen him up and make him more relaxed. People often told him that he was too tense, mostly including Nancy and Don. Wine was good, but Theo was more of a whisky guy.
Taking a sip of the wine, Theo once again took to examining Clarissa's face, deciding to spark up conversation and make her more comfortable with his presence there. "What do you plan on doing while your parents are away? Burn the house down? Start a revolution?" He wanted to ask about who had texted her before, but decided that that particular question might be a bit too prying for a couple of acquaintances. If it had anything to do with him, which he was sure it would not, she would tell him eventually. All he was concerned with was making sure she was safe and sound when her mother and father got home.
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Theodore "Theo" Donahue "I AM NOT THE ONLY TRAVELER WHO HAS NOT REPAID HIS DEBT"
ooc: oh hell yeah I love it
Theo was once again thrown off guard by Clarissa echoing his own thoughts and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise. The fact that she was a bourbon person was not something that he had expected, and he took another drink of the wine, ignoring the tantalizing red color. His cravings had drastically gone down after dealing with them for around 250 years, so he prided himself on having more control than many of his 'brethren'. It was difficult to keep up an image of a normal college guy if you were constantly draining the coeds of blood. In fact, the brunette had a distaste for those who drank from live subjects. Though he had lost touch with himself in the past, Theo did all he could to grasp what little humanity he had left, hence why he limited the use of his more vampiric abilities. Every time he used them, he could feel himself shifting into a darker side of himself, chipping away at his fragmented soul as he knew it. Theo didn't know what would happen when the last of his soul was gone or when he could feel the cold embrace of letting go shroud him, but he was determined to never find out.
Boldly meeting her gaze, Theo watched as the blonde took a moment to observe him like he had done her multiple times since meeting, and tilted his head to the side coyly. Most people averted their gaze when met with his eyes, but not Clarissa. Whether it was boldness or something else, he didn't know, but it was refreshing to say the least. Realization almost seemed to appear in her eyes, though quickly dissipated as though she was at odds with her own instincts, and Theo broke eye contact to stare into his glass, lifting his gaze when she spoke up warranting yet another deep chuckle. Ah, Robespierre. The was a name that he hadn't heard in some time. Theo had been in England during the revolution, making arrangements to make way for Spain. The revolution had thrown a wrench in his plans, especially when it was during that time that he became the immortal creature he is today. There were interesting memories associated with that. It was always difficult for him to recall the first few years after his turning, though he did remember heading to Paris to reap the benefits and blood of one of the most violent conflicts in history. "I'm sure you can get it done with me as your muscle." Though his tone was joking, Theo knew the weight behind his words. Though his identity had been obscured from the public, Theo had quickly become a prominent figure of the revolution, being known as 'The Black Death'. What they hadn't known was that he was simply hungry and looking for his next meal, though this was something he probably wouldn't repeat in the future. "But let's try to avoid getting our heads cut off. For our health."
Before the conversation could go any further, Calissa's phone pinged again and Theo stared at it, narrowing his eyes slightly as he observed the change in her expression. Preemptively, he casually placed his wine glass on the kitchen counter behind him, playing it off as him stretching his arms above his head, but keeping careful tabs on the girl he was hired to look after. This time, she looked far more panicked and her whole demeanor changed. The tone of her voice hardly took him off guard as he had been expecting this as soon as her body language had shifted, and he became scarily calm. Theo's facial expression was practically blank besides a hint of intimidation and determination as he listened to her speak, keeping his senses alert for anything out of the ordinary. If his instincts were correct, there was about to be a fight. With who, he wasn't sure, but he was certain that someone would end up hurt and it wasn't going to be Clarissa if he could help it.
Her words puzzled him, though he didn't hesitate. A necklace? What was the importance of a necklace? Still, having been hired, he leaped into action, but not before glancing over his shoulder to look at Clarissa before running up the stairs. "Don't do anything stupid. I'll be right back." As soon as he was out of view, Theo was practically a flash of speed up the stairs, identifying the girls room immediately through the fact that it smelt strongly of her perfume, and making a b-line directly for her nightstand. Everything was a blur as he grasped hold of the necklace, staring at it in slight awe. Something about it was different, though he had no time to ponder it before a strong and sickening smell hit his nostrils and he turned around with a silent snarl. Dog. He quickly left the room, though a large crash and yelling from downstairs told him that he was a hair too late. His eyes flashed angrily as the smell of dog grew even stronger and began to become intermingled with the smell of blood. There was a pulse in the air around him as Theo's pupils dilated and he sprung into action, leaping from the top of the stairs and to the first floor, the ground seeming the shake upon impact. The necklace was carefully deposited into his pocket and Theo stalked towards the noises and smells, enough to make his head spin, eyes shifting from a dark brown to a deep red.
The scene before him when he entered the room was absolutely chaotic. Ice covered the floor and both parties were bleeding, though his eyes were drawn immediately to the oversized wolf that stood before them. In smooth movements, and almost in the blink of an eye, Theo was in front of Clarissa, using one hand to carefully (though firmly) push her back to a safe distance. She would have some explaining to do later, but for now there were bigger, and smellier, problems to take care of. Theo stood still with a terrifying coldness, eyes almost glowing a dark red and his face completely void of emotion as he stared down the wolf before him. Obviously, this 'Cameron' and Clarissa had a history as he had heard her trying to plead with him. As for what she didn't have, he could only assume that was why the wolf was here. The necklace was burning in his pocket, but he ignored it to maintain his laser focus on the enemy. "There are two ways that this can go down," he started, voice cruel and hard, almost completely different from the way he had been speaking before. "Either leave now with your tail between your legs and never show your face here again, or I can break your neck followed by the rest of the bones in your pathetic body." Theo was painfully aware of Clarissa's shoulder, and that only fueled his rage. Between his senses being overwhelmed by blood, which usually only increased a vampires strength and adrenaline, and knowing that his charge was hurt, the brunette wasn't sure what he would do and everything about him screamed danger.
Part of him couldn't help but blame himself for this. Theo had realized something was wrong when he had first stepped into the house and had failed to protect Clarissa, on the first day at that. He slowly clenched and unclenched his fists, part of him itching for some kind of fight just so that he could relieve his rage. Though it had been some time, Theo had dealt with werewolves in the past. Cowards, they were, hiding behind their animal form and too scared to show their real faces. There was one pack that particularly stood out about 50 years ago. He had gone into their territory to hunt a deer, as he had been without blood for some time, and they decided to take him on. It did not end well for them, especially since he had been maturing into a stronger being around that age. "Clarissa, stay back and put some pressure on your shoulder," he reiterated, not turning his head to look at her. Though he was standing fairly loose, every inch of him was ready to react to anything. "My advice would be to leave, dog. You are not the first of your kind that I've handled and won't be the last."
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