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Lana Allaire
”Love is like a rose, it is beautiful to see, but it is painful to hold.”
Character Summary
Name: Lana Hope Allaire, formerly Alexandra Petrov
Aliases: Lana
Age: 29
Birthday: June 29th
Ethnicity: Russian
Birth Place: Moscow, Russia
Place of Residency: New York City
Gender: Female
Education: Bachelor in Criminal Justice, attended a law enforcement academy
Occupation: FBI Agent
Languages: Russian, English
Appearance
Height: 5’8
Weight: 130 lb
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced ears,
Personal Style: Lana’s second choice of occupation would have been fashion since she has a great taste for clothing and style. From cocktail dresses and stiletto heels, to leather jackets and combat boots, it really only depends on what the day calls for. Generally, if her day isn’t full of work or reasons for combat, she’ll go out wearing nicer clothing with high quality fabrics and matching colors. If her day calls for use of combat or flexibility, she’ll wear stretchable pants, boots, a simple t-shirt, and a leather jacket. All, of which, would comfortably conceal all the weapons that she stows. Nonetheless, Lana will not let herself go out looking ‘lazy’ or unattractive.
Psychology
Strategic * Cold * Clever * Apathetic * Assertive * Introvert
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Given Lana’s past, it would be clear how her cold nature was established. What makes Lana memorable is her stiff, blunt, and unemotional personality that causes a presence of unease. While Lana maintains these traits well, she is capable of trusting others that she sees fit. Winning her trust is difficult and takes time and effort, but it is definitely worth achieving once it’s done. With a very scarce amount of friends, she keeps to herself and doesn’t associate herself with others unless it’s for work.
Habits: Lana has a habit of biting her thumb when she’s thinking.
Hobbies: When Lana has free time, she generally spends it punching at a punching bag, going on scenic walks, clothes shopping, or polishing her guns.
Fears:
- Getting too close to someone and watching them die
- Claustrophobia
- The ocean
Likes:
- A good fight
- Guns
- Fashion
- Wine
- Nature walks
- Sunrise and sunset
Dislikes:
- Drugs
- Wealthy people
- Pervs
- Hillbillies
- Entitlement
- Terrorism
Skills
General Skills:
- Cooking
- Fashion
- Organization
- Tracking people down
- Making an alibi
- Getting information out of people
Combat Skills:
- Mixed Martial Arts
- Handguns
- Rifles
- Muay Thai
What Do They Carry On Them:
- Clothing - Black leather jacket, dark brown boots with steel toe, dark wash jeans, black t-shirt, black laced underwear and bra, apple watch, a black leather belt with pouches on the side.
- Wallet - a small, feminine, black wallet has her I.D., 100 dollars in cash, credit card, debit card, FBI identification
- iPhone 7
- Bullets for her gun in her pouch
- A lighter
- Ruger Blackhawk
- A combat knife stowed in her boot
- A switchblade stowed in her inner jacket pocket
- Brass Knuckles stowed in her pouch
- Chapstick
Possessions at Home:
- A black motorcycle
- An expensive laptop
- A beautiful living room set with nice, expensive furnishings
- Plasma TV
- A room designated to workout equipment such as: yoga mats, punching bag, squat rack, dumbbells, treadmill, etc.
- Encyclopedias and history books
- Father's journals and books
- Various reading magazines
- A locked chest with weaponry: handguns, rifles, knives, ammunition
- Various plants
History
Biography:
Lana Allaire came to be at a later time in this woman's life, taking on an alias that was chosen by her father to cover up an identity that had too many dark secrets associated with it. Being haunted by a past of death will live on in Lana forever, but she admires her freedom to create a future of her own. Dating back to a time where she felt she was destined to live luxuriously and rich for the rest of her life, Lana was known as Alexandra Petrov, daughter to Vladimir Petrov, a man revered for his wealth and work. Vladimir was the director of an anti-terrorism organization full of elite and skilled agents that successfully countered and intercepted several attempts. With recruitments of diverse, tech-savvy agents and battle-ready fighters, his organization was running smoothly and safely -- all trusted and funded by the government. The organization was known as LANA - Leading Anti-terrorism National Association.
Lana and her father shared a special bond since she was the light that fought his darkness, the treasure that he fought to hide, and the one civilian that reminded him of the lives he was saving. Lana's mother was an artist, capable of drawing detailed portraits and beautiful landscapes, but also capable of raising several kids to teach them manners, respect, and dignity. While Lana was never the golden child, or the spoiled child, she fell in the middle and acted more like the black sheep. She didn't delve in the luxuries, but rather, spent time in the mud and in the trees. Strict as her mother was, her privilege to be adventurous was granted and protected by her father. And so she spent her days in the courtyards of the mansion, or in the fields that lay behind and beside it, exercising her body and engraving the beautiful horizons into her memory.
As she grew older, her childish innocence began to fade and her free-spirit began to subside. In her early teens, Lana was educated on her father's work and it was coming a time in which Lana was to begin thinking of her future. At this time, she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps, despite how big they may be, and become worthy of his position and his work. With an immense goal in hand, Lana would sneak into his study and find whatever she could to learn more of his work. Coming across confidential folders that were stashed away was one thing, but it was his journal that would reveal information that wasn't meant for her eyes.
Several entries related to self-hatred due to incompetence and failure. Although it was hard for Lana to comprehend, she began to piece everything together to understand that the organization was failing, but much worse, the safety of the individuals who ran it were in peril -- including their families. It all dated back to a mission in which he blamed himself for the mistakes that were ordered. There were morbid lines such as,'I will shoot my family myself to save them from the torturing they would have to endure' that caused her to become paranoid. Lana stopped and left the room seeming untouched, changing her outlook and getting closer to her father to remind him of the light that was still in his possession.
Days went on normally, but no necessary precautions were made from the given threats that Lana read about, creating a sense of paranoia for her. As expected, it wasn't long before the first attack came, though it was unsuccessful, it proved that their family was in as much danger as the journal entries mentioned. This put the family on the move, and her father in great stress. It happened quickly -- the elimination of several agents and the end of the organization, all of the guards that were assigned to protect the family were being wiped out like wasps. Although none of it was made public to save from a fearful community, Lana's family knew and they were now on the run from unknown terrorists and hitmen that were all fueled with anger and revenge. Being chased around Russia contrasted the luxurious lifestyle that was left behind, as well as the motels and dingy apartments that they had to stay in to remain safe. As the attackers figured out their patterns, they closed in on the family at a rundown motel located in a small town, far from the city. The motel lit up with tons of military-grade lights that were all surrounded by a large group of incognito men, armed with rifles and guns.
The night was difficult to remember, but the more memorable bits were the feeling Lana had when she thought back to the journal entry and being forced on her knees outside the motel, her family in a line. She was fearful that the end of her life would be committed by her father in that very moment. Instead, he willingly stepped forward and gave himself up, only to end in a destructive suicide. He ignited a bomb taped against his chest to eradicate the group of men and their equipment. The explosion was huge and meant for a diversion. The blast knocked everyone off their feet and left a painful ringing in everyone's ears, but the following gunshots still boomed through the air. The dust from the gravel created a thick cloud that was nearly impossible to see through, but Lana made it out to find a black SUV surrounded by soldiers that were too late to save the rest of her family. As she was ordered into the SUV, they drove off in a hurry, not waiting for any other survivors of the explosion. Within the SUV, an older man that worked with her father handed her an envelope containing a passport, a birth certificate, a check, and a letter. That is when Lana fled to the airport and truly became Lana Hope Allaire. The identity was given by her father and Lana was immediately put on a flight to the U.S. in which she would live in an orphanage until her family would reunite.
The orphanage was only somewhat aware of her circumstances, and they were told to relay any messages that Lana would receive from the rest of her family. Much to Lana's misfortune, she received no messages and she was left without hope of a family. Later to find out, Lana's arrival was expected to be with her other siblings, and not just herself. This spoke to Lana and made her realize that she may have been the only one that got out of that predicament. Filled with anger and despair for many years, Lana developed her signature personality and didn't let anybody come close to her. Lana began MMA classes and Muay Thai for anger management, but she also found appreciation in the self-defense aspects of it all. As time went on Lana would reflect on her past and she eventually decided on her career path.
Joining the FBI was easy for Lana, due to her determination and history. Lana was full of drive, but also still full of memories of her childhood that she treasures everyday. Finding success with her designated path, she made a name for herself in her division and she was honored for her hard work and dedication to the FBI. Lana cashed the check that her father gave her and she had a good sum of money to live her life peacefully without a job, but she still maintained that goal from her childhood to follow in her father's footsteps to fight crime and terrorism. Lana reached a comfortable point in her life before becoming extremely ill. It took time to recover, but Lana's willpower was not shaken, nor her determination. Once she felt 100% again, she went out into the field as if nothing happened, despite the peculiar events that seemed to come up suddenly. Confused by this, she has superstitions that this was a sign to push further in her life and properly advance to get to a position like her father.
Lana and her father shared a special bond since she was the light that fought his darkness, the treasure that he fought to hide, and the one civilian that reminded him of the lives he was saving. Lana's mother was an artist, capable of drawing detailed portraits and beautiful landscapes, but also capable of raising several kids to teach them manners, respect, and dignity. While Lana was never the golden child, or the spoiled child, she fell in the middle and acted more like the black sheep. She didn't delve in the luxuries, but rather, spent time in the mud and in the trees. Strict as her mother was, her privilege to be adventurous was granted and protected by her father. And so she spent her days in the courtyards of the mansion, or in the fields that lay behind and beside it, exercising her body and engraving the beautiful horizons into her memory.
As she grew older, her childish innocence began to fade and her free-spirit began to subside. In her early teens, Lana was educated on her father's work and it was coming a time in which Lana was to begin thinking of her future. At this time, she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps, despite how big they may be, and become worthy of his position and his work. With an immense goal in hand, Lana would sneak into his study and find whatever she could to learn more of his work. Coming across confidential folders that were stashed away was one thing, but it was his journal that would reveal information that wasn't meant for her eyes.
Several entries related to self-hatred due to incompetence and failure. Although it was hard for Lana to comprehend, she began to piece everything together to understand that the organization was failing, but much worse, the safety of the individuals who ran it were in peril -- including their families. It all dated back to a mission in which he blamed himself for the mistakes that were ordered. There were morbid lines such as,'I will shoot my family myself to save them from the torturing they would have to endure' that caused her to become paranoid. Lana stopped and left the room seeming untouched, changing her outlook and getting closer to her father to remind him of the light that was still in his possession.
Days went on normally, but no necessary precautions were made from the given threats that Lana read about, creating a sense of paranoia for her. As expected, it wasn't long before the first attack came, though it was unsuccessful, it proved that their family was in as much danger as the journal entries mentioned. This put the family on the move, and her father in great stress. It happened quickly -- the elimination of several agents and the end of the organization, all of the guards that were assigned to protect the family were being wiped out like wasps. Although none of it was made public to save from a fearful community, Lana's family knew and they were now on the run from unknown terrorists and hitmen that were all fueled with anger and revenge. Being chased around Russia contrasted the luxurious lifestyle that was left behind, as well as the motels and dingy apartments that they had to stay in to remain safe. As the attackers figured out their patterns, they closed in on the family at a rundown motel located in a small town, far from the city. The motel lit up with tons of military-grade lights that were all surrounded by a large group of incognito men, armed with rifles and guns.
The night was difficult to remember, but the more memorable bits were the feeling Lana had when she thought back to the journal entry and being forced on her knees outside the motel, her family in a line. She was fearful that the end of her life would be committed by her father in that very moment. Instead, he willingly stepped forward and gave himself up, only to end in a destructive suicide. He ignited a bomb taped against his chest to eradicate the group of men and their equipment. The explosion was huge and meant for a diversion. The blast knocked everyone off their feet and left a painful ringing in everyone's ears, but the following gunshots still boomed through the air. The dust from the gravel created a thick cloud that was nearly impossible to see through, but Lana made it out to find a black SUV surrounded by soldiers that were too late to save the rest of her family. As she was ordered into the SUV, they drove off in a hurry, not waiting for any other survivors of the explosion. Within the SUV, an older man that worked with her father handed her an envelope containing a passport, a birth certificate, a check, and a letter. That is when Lana fled to the airport and truly became Lana Hope Allaire. The identity was given by her father and Lana was immediately put on a flight to the U.S. in which she would live in an orphanage until her family would reunite.
The orphanage was only somewhat aware of her circumstances, and they were told to relay any messages that Lana would receive from the rest of her family. Much to Lana's misfortune, she received no messages and she was left without hope of a family. Later to find out, Lana's arrival was expected to be with her other siblings, and not just herself. This spoke to Lana and made her realize that she may have been the only one that got out of that predicament. Filled with anger and despair for many years, Lana developed her signature personality and didn't let anybody come close to her. Lana began MMA classes and Muay Thai for anger management, but she also found appreciation in the self-defense aspects of it all. As time went on Lana would reflect on her past and she eventually decided on her career path.
Joining the FBI was easy for Lana, due to her determination and history. Lana was full of drive, but also still full of memories of her childhood that she treasures everyday. Finding success with her designated path, she made a name for herself in her division and she was honored for her hard work and dedication to the FBI. Lana cashed the check that her father gave her and she had a good sum of money to live her life peacefully without a job, but she still maintained that goal from her childhood to follow in her father's footsteps to fight crime and terrorism. Lana reached a comfortable point in her life before becoming extremely ill. It took time to recover, but Lana's willpower was not shaken, nor her determination. Once she felt 100% again, she went out into the field as if nothing happened, despite the peculiar events that seemed to come up suddenly. Confused by this, she has superstitions that this was a sign to push further in her life and properly advance to get to a position like her father.
Discovery Of Your Power:(How did they discover their abilities, were they alone, were they with anyone, did they tell anyone about it. One paragraph or more, however keep this blank until you get a random power the GM will have this randomized for you.)
Ability & Powers:(What is their powers and abilities, again keep it blank until the GM assigns you an ability)
Ability & Powers Weaknesses:(What are their powers weaknesses, also keep this blank for now till your ability is assigned.)
Additional Information
Theme Song: The Sound of Silence - Disturbed
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"Nobody looks back in life and remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep."
x 'Blakey' x Bisexual x Warlock x Burroughs x 25 x
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⚬ Promiscuous ⚬ Intelligent ⚬ Competitive ⚬ Protective ⚬
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A tanned, brunette with big brown eyes and a cheeky smile make for a perfect member to a popular fraternity. Blessed with a body that doesn’t require strenuous exercising to maintain a toned, masculine figure, he styles his body with nice, trendy clothes to accommodate for his preppy style. Although his face holds a youthful, clear complexion that is free of acne, small scars can be seen from past fist fights with high school rivals and angry, drunken fights. With dimples that sit below his prominent cheekbones and beside his soft lips, he easily creates a nerdy-cute persona. Blake keeps his hair well-groomed and nicely styled nearly all the time, feeling awkward if he goes into public with unkempt hair.
Blake has a masculine, yet boyish, charm to him, finding it easy to woo the girls, save for the struggle he has for the ladies that are taller and/or bigger in size. Though standing at 5’8” has it’s perks, whether it be fitting into the high school crowd at local parties, or not standing out when running from cops at a busted party. As an avid party-goer, and a hard-working student, Blake also sometimes bears dark circles from the lack of sleep he gets.
Blake has a masculine, yet boyish, charm to him, finding it easy to woo the girls, save for the struggle he has for the ladies that are taller and/or bigger in size. Though standing at 5’8” has it’s perks, whether it be fitting into the high school crowd at local parties, or not standing out when running from cops at a busted party. As an avid party-goer, and a hard-working student, Blake also sometimes bears dark circles from the lack of sleep he gets.
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Besides the interest that he has with biology and all-things surgical, Blake finds himself with an array of interests that categorizes him under many different friend groups. He has a love for romance novels, but never finds himself living a life in parallel to them. Blake also has an interest for partying and he's an avid drinker and can down a good amount of cheap beers. In the end, he comes back to his textbooks and his resesarch, finding his interest peaked within the medical field and it's mysteries.
Influenced by his early childhood, Blake also shares the many interests that his biological parents' raised him on. Music, traveling, sightseeing, nature -- Blake is a natural when it comes to playing guitar, and his heart is pulled to spectacular views and the diversity of nature.
Influenced by his early childhood, Blake also shares the many interests that his biological parents' raised him on. Music, traveling, sightseeing, nature -- Blake is a natural when it comes to playing guitar, and his heart is pulled to spectacular views and the diversity of nature.
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Blake grew up with a brain that easily retains information, especially with subjects that he has interest in. Thus, Blake excelled in school and maintained high scores while going out to party with friends nearly every night. Being the guy to cheat from in school and the guy to down shots with, he was pretty likable by most. Although, Blake’s kind nature and befriending personality makes him gullible and naive to those that intend to use him, often leading to him with a depressed mood. Although, that mood is very short-lived from him being outgoing and optimistic in nature.
Blake enjoys helping people and making others happy, mixing this enjoyment with his interest in human anatomy and medical practices. Thus, he attended undergraduate school and quickly went on into medical school, whilst partying with friends along the way. Blake has a competitive nature and seeks to be at the top, especially in fields where he is known to excel in. Due to this trait, he finds himself being a dare devil a lot of the times from trying to prove others wrong when they doubt him.
Blake enjoys helping people and making others happy, mixing this enjoyment with his interest in human anatomy and medical practices. Thus, he attended undergraduate school and quickly went on into medical school, whilst partying with friends along the way. Blake has a competitive nature and seeks to be at the top, especially in fields where he is known to excel in. Due to this trait, he finds himself being a dare devil a lot of the times from trying to prove others wrong when they doubt him.
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How does a man such as Blake Burroughs generate such a ditsy, optimistic personality? Blake was an accident, his parents never really wanting to have children until they had their traveling fix in life, but they eventually had begun to see Blake as a blessing. Growing up, his real parents were travelers, wanderers, perhaps referred to as gypsies, creating Blake’s carefree spirit and boasting demeanor. To add to their many different titles, they were born musicians and busked for a living, save from the occasional gig that they would book to buy a nice dinner for the night. This lifestyle was enjoyable, although minimalistic. They didn’t have a lot and they survived in a driving trailer that they stationed from city to city within Scotland. Blake picked up all sorts of talents from an early age from being surrounded by a lifestyle that invited all forms of artistic, free nature. Living was easy, especially when all you know is what you have.
Blake grew very close to his parents, spending nearly all his days with them and being stuck in a trailer with them all the time. His father was also a skilled hunter and taught Blake several survival skills and showed him how to use a rifle. His mother was caring and very spiritual, meditating each morning before whipping out her guitar to play tunes along the roads. It would seem as if Blake was destined to have a lifestyle similar to his parents, given that he wasn’t able to stay in one location for a long period of time.
The wanderer spirits of his parents had trouble staying in one place to ensure a consistent education for Blake. Learning became difficult and stressful for Blake, especially since he really enjoyed everything about school. For several years, he would live attending different schools until summertime would hit, and they would be all over the country again.
Upon reaching the age of ten years old, his close aunt Jane came into the picture. His aunt and his mother were very different, but showed many similarities in terms of their appearance. His mother being a traveling musician really contrasted his aunt’s professional, business-like persona. After many discussions, they finally came to an agreement in that the family would move back to the U.S., and that Blake would stay with his aunt to save from a sporadic lifestyle.
Being welcomed into a home of success and luxury, Blake found it hard to leave his parents' side and jump into a life leading to opportunity and education. While he was a very bright child, he missed his old ways with his joyful, carefree parents. Day after day, he would eventually find comfort in his new lifestyle before picking up other hobbies to mask the bittersweet sadness that he would have from leaving his traveling home. His parents visited as much as they could, but they were consumed by their addiction to the arts and traveling.
As years past, Blake would succeed in high school and acquire several friends and acquaintances that invited him to all sorts of parties. It wasn't until his early highschool years that he would begin to unravel the secret to his bloodline in a drunken, telekinetic fist fight. While many thought they were seeing things, Blake knew that he was possessing a much more bizzare ability. Incident after incident, he went to go get answers from his biological mother in which she unveiled many truths, but also many secrets with combined dangers. Blake was then told to be the successor to a bloodline of rather lightheaded, flighty witches, but his ancestry were no less talented than any of their many counterparts. It was then that he would be gifted with his grimoire that revealed and manifested a plethora of spells, rituals, and incredible magic.
Studying the book was not like studying any ordinary text book. Up until now, Blake studies this grimoire in hopes to master it and become a successful warlock, much like his ancestry, and give his family name the true glory that it deserves. Though, he is curious of where their family's talisman went, since it was lost throughout the years.
Now, as Blake attends medical school, he begins to create his own secrets. Call it cheating, call it whatever you like, at least the job is done. Blake brings magic to the doctor’s table, the surgeon’s table, hell, even to the kitchen table. Nowadays, Blake treats injuries primarily through magic, rather than first aid and medical doctor practice. Although his skill with medical practice is adequate, the quickness and the shortcut through magic gives him his title of ‘The Best Medical Intern’. This secret not only gives him his title, but it is hastening his progress through medical school which will save time and money in the long run as well as ensuring great career opportunities post-graduation.
Aside from what could be a harmless secret of his, Blake also bears a much darker, realistic secret that really gives meaning to what it's like to be a warlock. Just starting medical school, at one of the biggest parties not too far from campus, it would seem as if there was a contest on who could get the highest high. As things were taken too far, a close friend’s girlfriend began to have a severe reaction between a mix of various drugs and potent alcohol. Afraid to get assistance from cops, Blake attempted his magic once he brought her to a quiet place with nobody around, but his own high clouded his focus and reversed the effects of a difficult spell meant to be a detoxification. The girl became poisoned and her blood ran black and thick with only seconds left to live in which was only filled with screams from a burst of pain. The door flung open as people crowded around the body in horror. Blake had to continue his life knowing blood was on his hands, blaming the drugs for the terrible incident.
Blake grew very close to his parents, spending nearly all his days with them and being stuck in a trailer with them all the time. His father was also a skilled hunter and taught Blake several survival skills and showed him how to use a rifle. His mother was caring and very spiritual, meditating each morning before whipping out her guitar to play tunes along the roads. It would seem as if Blake was destined to have a lifestyle similar to his parents, given that he wasn’t able to stay in one location for a long period of time.
The wanderer spirits of his parents had trouble staying in one place to ensure a consistent education for Blake. Learning became difficult and stressful for Blake, especially since he really enjoyed everything about school. For several years, he would live attending different schools until summertime would hit, and they would be all over the country again.
Upon reaching the age of ten years old, his close aunt Jane came into the picture. His aunt and his mother were very different, but showed many similarities in terms of their appearance. His mother being a traveling musician really contrasted his aunt’s professional, business-like persona. After many discussions, they finally came to an agreement in that the family would move back to the U.S., and that Blake would stay with his aunt to save from a sporadic lifestyle.
Being welcomed into a home of success and luxury, Blake found it hard to leave his parents' side and jump into a life leading to opportunity and education. While he was a very bright child, he missed his old ways with his joyful, carefree parents. Day after day, he would eventually find comfort in his new lifestyle before picking up other hobbies to mask the bittersweet sadness that he would have from leaving his traveling home. His parents visited as much as they could, but they were consumed by their addiction to the arts and traveling.
As years past, Blake would succeed in high school and acquire several friends and acquaintances that invited him to all sorts of parties. It wasn't until his early highschool years that he would begin to unravel the secret to his bloodline in a drunken, telekinetic fist fight. While many thought they were seeing things, Blake knew that he was possessing a much more bizzare ability. Incident after incident, he went to go get answers from his biological mother in which she unveiled many truths, but also many secrets with combined dangers. Blake was then told to be the successor to a bloodline of rather lightheaded, flighty witches, but his ancestry were no less talented than any of their many counterparts. It was then that he would be gifted with his grimoire that revealed and manifested a plethora of spells, rituals, and incredible magic.
Studying the book was not like studying any ordinary text book. Up until now, Blake studies this grimoire in hopes to master it and become a successful warlock, much like his ancestry, and give his family name the true glory that it deserves. Though, he is curious of where their family's talisman went, since it was lost throughout the years.
Now, as Blake attends medical school, he begins to create his own secrets. Call it cheating, call it whatever you like, at least the job is done. Blake brings magic to the doctor’s table, the surgeon’s table, hell, even to the kitchen table. Nowadays, Blake treats injuries primarily through magic, rather than first aid and medical doctor practice. Although his skill with medical practice is adequate, the quickness and the shortcut through magic gives him his title of ‘The Best Medical Intern’. This secret not only gives him his title, but it is hastening his progress through medical school which will save time and money in the long run as well as ensuring great career opportunities post-graduation.
Aside from what could be a harmless secret of his, Blake also bears a much darker, realistic secret that really gives meaning to what it's like to be a warlock. Just starting medical school, at one of the biggest parties not too far from campus, it would seem as if there was a contest on who could get the highest high. As things were taken too far, a close friend’s girlfriend began to have a severe reaction between a mix of various drugs and potent alcohol. Afraid to get assistance from cops, Blake attempted his magic once he brought her to a quiet place with nobody around, but his own high clouded his focus and reversed the effects of a difficult spell meant to be a detoxification. The girl became poisoned and her blood ran black and thick with only seconds left to live in which was only filled with screams from a burst of pain. The door flung open as people crowded around the body in horror. Blake had to continue his life knowing blood was on his hands, blaming the drugs for the terrible incident.
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Blake excels in what he calls ‘green’ magic, a mix between a traditional witch and a green witch. Joining medical school and learning the human anatomy helps him understand which spells would be good in certain situations. Blake can get a rough analysis on the condition of a given body through touch or through auras. Blake's abilities include:
Healing by touch can only go to such an extent. While it would be incredible to heal an individual to great extents with a simple touch, difficult injuries and illnesses require other methods. Healing is an entire subdivison of magic that nearly holds it's own grimoire, which is why the Burrough's family has such a thick book of spells. Extensive healing can be done through rituals, utilizing regeants, creating concoctions, or other ways in which all require more time and focus. For decades, the Burrough's family have been trying to master their craft in hopes to uncover many world-changing abilities. On the contrary, these incredible spells come with many risks if failure were to occur. Instead of fizzles, many of these spells can turn around and create an opposite desire, reverting to extreme harm rather than extreme healing.
While herbalism has existed for centuries throughout humanity, the Burrough's family took it to the next level. Utilizing herbs and plants has always been a building block for their magic and is used to create all sorts of spells, potions, and concoctions. From pastes to place on wounds to potions that can alter a foe in any desired way, this dandy trick has always served as a good use.
All in all, green witches are always in unison with the earth and serve to protect, aid, and utilize it. Whether it be understanding animals, the way plants work, or the weather patterns, they almost serve a lawful purpose when it comes to the environment, despite their dark, sinister heritage.
While having these specialized witchcraft abilities, Blake also bears survival skills from learning from his father. He was taught several tricks and skills to help live in the wild should he ever need, but that was primarily a hobby rather than a foreseen necessity. As of recent, Blake is also generating several skills that come from his medical school, creating his brain as some sort of healing encyclopedia. Although he's still learning, he can still apply quite a bit of what he's learned.
Healing by touch can only go to such an extent. While it would be incredible to heal an individual to great extents with a simple touch, difficult injuries and illnesses require other methods. Healing is an entire subdivison of magic that nearly holds it's own grimoire, which is why the Burrough's family has such a thick book of spells. Extensive healing can be done through rituals, utilizing regeants, creating concoctions, or other ways in which all require more time and focus. For decades, the Burrough's family have been trying to master their craft in hopes to uncover many world-changing abilities. On the contrary, these incredible spells come with many risks if failure were to occur. Instead of fizzles, many of these spells can turn around and create an opposite desire, reverting to extreme harm rather than extreme healing.
While herbalism has existed for centuries throughout humanity, the Burrough's family took it to the next level. Utilizing herbs and plants has always been a building block for their magic and is used to create all sorts of spells, potions, and concoctions. From pastes to place on wounds to potions that can alter a foe in any desired way, this dandy trick has always served as a good use.
All in all, green witches are always in unison with the earth and serve to protect, aid, and utilize it. Whether it be understanding animals, the way plants work, or the weather patterns, they almost serve a lawful purpose when it comes to the environment, despite their dark, sinister heritage.
While having these specialized witchcraft abilities, Blake also bears survival skills from learning from his father. He was taught several tricks and skills to help live in the wild should he ever need, but that was primarily a hobby rather than a foreseen necessity. As of recent, Blake is also generating several skills that come from his medical school, creating his brain as some sort of healing encyclopedia. Although he's still learning, he can still apply quite a bit of what he's learned.
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 ___________________________________________ Sebastian Xavier Wilson _______________________________________________ 25 | 04/24 | ♉︎ ___________________________________________ ▼ p e r s o n a l d e t a i l s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Gender - Male ▼ p h y s i c a l i t y► Sexuality - Bisexual ► Nicknames - Seb ► Occupation - Bartender at P.J’s ► Qualifications - Military training, people skills, drink mixer, motivated, obedient ► Residence - Delton, Maine ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Scars - N/A ► Tattoos - Sebastian has a full-length sleeve on his right arm of various things. A skull atop a flower beneath his deltoid, a raven along his elbow, and an image of a tribal woman surrounded by water lilies on his forearm. The tattoo is finished with different lines and tribal designs. ► Piercings - Prince Albert. ► Style - Sebastian is either dressed casually or in sports attire. Although, sport-brand attire generally fall under casual in today’s fashion. Regardless, he is usually seen either in denim jeans with a plain shirt, or sports-branded gear such as joggers, sweatshirts, rain jackets, hats, shoes, etc. Sebastian keeps his hair short and goes in every two to three weeks to freshen up the fade, styling it accordingly each and every day. ▼ l i k e s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► The different seasons ▼ d i s l i k e s► Nature ► Reading ► Stargazing ► Sunsets ► Thunder storms ► Coffee in the morning ► Pumpkin Pie ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Disrespect -► Annoying drunk girls ► Drama ▼ a c h i e v e m e n t s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Runningback of the varsity football team ► Qualified for athletic scholarships ► Won state championship with the football team ► Apart of National Honor Society ▼ a s p i r a t i o n s▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Sebastian simply wants purpose with his life, his main goal is to be able to make his mark on the world. Pushing to unfold his destiny, he tries to be careful as he treads through his life, making sure that he doesn’t turn a blind eye to any possible opportunities that are offered to him. His greatest aspiration was to become a man of bravery, honor, and valor. In doing so, he found himself joining the marines in hopes to maximize his strength and help make a change in the world. Sadly, he was stationed for awhile and was left disappointed and unfulfilled since he was never mobilized, nor called upon for any instruction. While many would prefer this, Sebastian never intended to join for rapacious reasons, but rather for the thrill and rewarding feeling that would come with the job. Since his return from being stationed, he’s left lost, becoming stagnant in his life. His aspiration still remains, but it is veiled by a thick fog. - | life at ritman high Sebastian came to the hierarchy much later than the rest of the students at Ritman High. Moving to the United States was a culture shock for him and he took a lot of time by himself to further learn the language and culture, as well as taking time for himself to properly cope with the events of his life. His father, a wealthy, mad scientist, and his mother, gone, had left him living in an unhealthy environment, exposed to the strange obscurities of his father’s work without any other family to call upon. In his own independence, Sebastian negotiated with his father and they agreed to allow him to move to the U.S. There, in the isolation of a large home with an unassertive, yielding nanny to care for him, he began anew. He lived with few rules and all the freedom he could’ve ever wanted, but never abused it for he has always had a dedicated complex embedded in his character. Sebastian had always lived headstrong, even when he resided in Germany, so his predicament had changed little. In spite of his private, undisclosed childhood, he found great distraction within Ritman High. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Upon entry, he was already given the indentifier as the ‘Hot Foreign Jock’, even before joining the varsity football team. In the beginning, he talked very little, paying more attention to his academics and his extracurricular activities that he signed up for. As time went on, his nerves calmed and he felt more comfortable within the atmosphere, and he began to cycle in with the hierarchy of Ritman high, becoming involuntarily placed at the high-end of the pyramid. Sebastian engaged more with his classmates and spent a lot of his time bonding with his teammates, but all-the-while still adopting his quiet demeanor. His increasing involvement had led him to joining the NHS and it further amplified his determination with his academics and his sports. As he maintained his respectful and calm attitude, he was known to be the nicest of the jocks and a well-liked person all around. Except nobody ever got close to him and he remained a mystery to the student body. He didn’t have a single relationship, nor did he grow fond of any particular individual. As his highschool years passed, he eventually befriended a group of classmates that he would still consider his closest friends, despite still leaving them distant enough to not feel the need to expose himself entirely. For Sebastian, they were like his saving grace to his increasingly bad mind set. Growing up is hard, and for Sebastian, he could only mask his loneliness. Life for Sebastian during his time at Ritman High was all the things that it should’ve been—fun, eventful, productive—but he still felt the underlying emptiness that he tried so hard to fill with meager, teenage antics. Although such antics would be deemed as completion and accomplishment, he couldn’t deny the haunting feeling of his past that hung over his head like a dark, growing cloud of thunder. As he anticipated it’s strike, he fervently decided to join the marines for hope of purpose, assuming it would satisfy his aspirations and eliminate his self-hatred and developing feelings of worthlessness. And as he graduated with high hopes, he became recognized by his school for making this decision. His high school years were then seen as a huge success within his life, but such feelings are now swayed, believing he followed the wrong path for his life. Returning six years later, without any notable achievements during his time in the marines, his feelings of self-hatred and issues of self-worth resurfaced. |
| ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ power Sebastian possesses the power of Force-Field Manipulation. Sebastian can create, shape, and manipulate force-fields, a field of energy without mass that acts as a barrier. Objects affected by the particular force relating to the field are unable to pass through the field and reach the other side. Sebastians most common usage is forming shields, barriers, and bubbles around things he wishes to encase or protect. In combat, he can also be seen creating strong force-fields around his arms, fists, or legs to increase the power of his strikes. He is moving on to being able to move/lift objects that he encases within his force-fields. As he progresses with his powers, he has the potential to unlock several more aspects and usages with the power. | ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▼ s t r e n g t h s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Sebastian can protect himself and others easily. The strong density of the force-fields can withstand heavy blows dependent on his concentration. He is also capable of forming force-fields around his body for combat use or more immediate self-protection. As Sebastian grows with his abilities, he’ll be able to make makeshift force-fields to use as platforms. ▼ w e a k n e s s e s▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Too much usage of the power can cause instability, especially when he is required to deposit increased concentration. The power is best utilized with a quick reaction time, requiring Sebastian to be light on his feet when the time calls for it. To be able to conjure makeshift force-fields that are more complex than an average barrier or shield requires a more complex concentration. - |
▼ p e r s o n a l p l a y l i s t ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▼ t r i v i a ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Drinks his coffee black ► Enjoys acoustic music ► An early bird ► Prefers whiskey over all other drinks ► Makes really good drinks ► Speaks two languages - German & English ► His favorite colors are the colors of the foliage—fall colors ► Fancies creative people ► Has his prince albert piercing because he lost a bet when he was in the marines - | psyche Growing up, Sebastian has always had a determined, independent, and impenetrable personality. He is as productive as he is independent, finding himself to prefer doing things on his own. This leads to his introversion and his avoidance of help when it comes to tasks he is required to do. Even from working as a team when he played football, even from learning cooperation and alliance from the marines, he still remains independent, but thanks to the two, it is much less extreme. On the contrary, he is a man that keeps to his word and doesn’t make promises unless he is sure to keep to them. In the small instances where he has failed someone or not seen a task to its completion, he is very hard on himself and generally doesn’t let go of his mistake. This aside, he is very productive and chooses to fill his time with things that will better him rather than fill it with enjoyment. Sebastian is often found thinking a lot, and he is more perceptive than judging. He tries to see things from all angles, regardless of how small the scenario may be. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Sebastian tries to treat others the way he wishes to be treated. He doesn’t treat others with distaste and he is always respectful as can be. A lot of people call him old-school for his strong feelings towards respect and responsibility, but he appreciates this aspect of himself. Sebastian is also very observant and curious. He tries to learn as much as he can, ranging from the most minimal events to the biggest lectures of his life. Ritman High has taught Sebastian to enjoy life and friendship and happiness. But his character flaw is that if he invests too much time into enjoyment, he will have nothing to show for himself than the temporary feelings he creates in those instances. As of recent, he has been lost in a vortex of emotions, social constructs, and philosophy—he more commonly struggles with his views of himself more than he has in the past, unable to find the balance. And as time continues, his tired mind juggles more than it can handle. Sebastian doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it as genuine as ever. The majority of the time, he keeps a straight face and it is near impossible to determine what he’s thinking, for his mind is generally scattered with thoughts. The close friends he has made at Ritman High are what pull him away from his solitude and uplift him to a place where he feels the warmth of happiness, but he struggles to hold onto it. Sebastian values them strongly and there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to ensure their safety and sanity. |
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P R E S E N C E
Artemis is an ever-changing woman. For years, she was commanded, ordered, and trained to become a mold crafted by a system of leaders who relentlessly strived for control. Once bound by the chains of manipulation, she has broken free to become anew with bursting emotions that she can freely express without fear of consequences. The next chapter of her life unfolded into a complex chain of new beginnings, granting her the key to unlock so many doors that she never realized were available to her. Whom was once compliant and unresisting to her fearful overseers, has become a woman of fortitude while retaining the might of her zealous heart.
A soldier, a spy, a killer, an elite—they demanded it all. All in which she longs to forget, but stains her body and mind worse than the blood of her victims. Of the titles she collected, her pride remained on one—a protector. Although it came from sinister origins, the title sparked within her a hope for independence in which she now relishes in. Artemis is truly a protector, defending those that cannot defend themselves, or those that she deems worthy of protection. She rises from the ashes of the past, seeking nothing but to be greater than the woman she was yesterday, while remaining present to avoid her haunting roots. Eyes forward, she only glances back to realize the distance she’s traveled and the adversities she’s overcome.
Talented as Artemis may be, her charm doesn’t match her captivating beauty as her serious personality stays firm as steel. Her threatening blue eyes, that give both salvation and fear, glisten with ambition and pierce like a bullet. Her long, blonde hair shines even in the midst of combat and her body remains strong and toned while possessing a feminine curve. Romance has never been her strong suit, valuing her closed walls too much to protect her dignity and her new-found independence.
C H R O N I C L E
“They called me the valkyrie.”
Soaring in various aircrafts, her escape has always been within the sky. Becoming a pilot of the Devlon Industries was always an honor, but Artemis strived to master this skill set, craving the high altitudes in times of stress or pain. The way the earth looked so small and the ability to travel far away from her troubles created the perfect outlet for a confined girl. Although she could run, she would always return, but with readiness to face her problems head-on. Artemis’ love for flying was soon noted, and what was a hobby was predictably turned into a way of killing. So she learned the controls of a much different aircraft, ones with complex components that dominated the skies and really placed the union’s name within the domain. With careful learning, they soon built her a signature war jet in which people identified as her pegasus, which made the jet adopt it’s winged aesthetics. Within it was her—Artemis, the Valkyrie.
"I did it all for him. I did everything for him."
The title made her father proud, the man that steered her life into a twisted, robotic destiny that was predetermined since her birth. While their connection was built on a foundation of fear and authority, she held onto the faint love tighter than her gun, despite its sparse existence. This caused her to obey for the sake of the bond she struggled to have, causing her to obediently become a needed weapon for the Devlon Industries. Artemis trained hard with mixed emotions that were bottled up beneath her soul, aching to unleash them, but burying them harshly.
"At times I felt like a robot, incapable of being my own person. And still, I did it for him."
Thus, Artemis proceeded with her life, doing as she was demanded, and performing her best with every task. From spying, to sending messages, to killing without reason—her life was made for her, but with only darkness to look forward to. Since the day she could remember, she had never made a choice of her own and held her opinions back, moving like a pawn in an army, utilizing her combined battle prowess with her eonic powers to become an icon of both hope and destruction for her union. She was known by many, and respected by many, yet the respect from her father was harder than wrestling a lion. Still, she fought, with strength and vigor, until her eyes could see beyond the darkness that adhered to her fate. What lied ahead was nothing but a repetitive life full of blood on her hands and knives in her back.
"Selfish as I was, I finally demanded my life back."
So Artemis opened her mind and unchained her soul, casting out her emotions and accepting the consequences of doing so. Her disobedience was accounted for, and her life was grasped tighter than what it was before, restricting her freedom in anyway that they could—but she evaded. Slipping through their fingers like water, like she was trained to do, Artemis broke free of their painful grip and attempted to lead a rebellion against the Devlon Industries. Although she wreaked havoc upon her controllers, she failed to overthrow the union and came out alone, despite the many followers she was able to muster.
"But does my fate lie at the point of his gun?"
Amidst the rebellion and behind the demolished buildings and ruthless killing, she came out with her treasured independence, but also her self-blame upon failing her loyal advocates just for the sake of, what she considered, a selfish act. So she escaped—soaring on her pegasus and through the dangerous skies, only to be shot down after a long chase through neutral terrain.
"I've accepted death long ago, but I somehow manage to flee from it's crosshairs."
Artemis, reluctantly, made it out alive, finding refuge in Helston. There, she kept her head low, and lived minimalistically thereafter. She got a job at a bakery and learned to love the art, soon taking it over from the elderly lady that opened it.
The tape continued to play among the broken and shattered parts of her pegasus, Artemis’ voice shaking with emotion.
“I remember being captivated by the colors of the field my father took me to when I was a little girl. I was so afraid to release the euphoria that encompassed my body, but he could see the shaking smile that I just couldn’t hold back. So he told me it was okay. Pink—that became my favorite color. The way the lotus petals danced around me pulled the strings of my condemned spirit, causing me to run around in a fit of joy, but I remember constantly looking over my shoulder at him to make sure that he didn’t have a change of heart. It’s a memorable moment for me, from the innocent happiness that I could finally let out. . .but also from the beauty turned evil.
He told me about the lotus flower, how it’s bloom used to be celebrated by many because they only survived for so long. Everything has meaning. Just like my purpose on this earth, the flowers, too, had a predetermined meaning. 'The shortness of life' he said. The flowers resembled the shortness of life, the lives that I would end, the insignificance of survival without purpose—all shattering the beauty I saw in the moment and turning my smile back into my frown. And yet, I remember this so vividly, even as I pressed the barrel of my gun against the head of my father, the commander of the Devlon Industries. I soon realized that he wasn’t the one that kept me aflame, but instead, he ignited the fire in my soul and I learned to nurture it.
Who knew I would be the one to send him to his grave. But still—I love him.”
M E M O R I E S
Meredith Evans - The elderly woman that generously took in Artemis. Artemis hasn’t shared her history with her, but Meredith always said she could see people’s colors. Almost like a fortune-teller, Meredith always tells Artemis that her future is bright, and her aura is warming. The sweet woman is as sharp as a tack and still moves freely despite her aging body. Artemis has a very high respect for the woman, and would do anything for her.
Venser Sitol - Artemis owes a lot to Venser for helping her keep her identity hidden. Artemis was able to find the talented hacker after searching around Helston shortly after her arrival. After carefully explaining her situation, while leaving out details of her specific heritage, Venser agreed. She pays him with credits, yet she feels as though she owes him a lot more than just mere currency. Venser is a budding friend to Artemis, considering he knows more about her than anybody else in Helston, but she tries to keep an arms-length distance to avoid unintentionally revealing information about herself that she likes to keep confidential.
Steven - A bartender at a local pub that she visits often. Although she befriends nobody, she enjoys the company of the kind, burly man that serves her alcohol after a long day. Their conversation usually brightens her mood and helps her to forget her constant pain.
Jayce - A loyal customer to the bakery, coming in more times than he should in a week. It’s obvious that he has a crush on Artemis, but he knows that he’ll only face rejection.
 Power: 500 Element: Light Stagger: 4000 Attacks: Barrier, Vortex, Beam Planet of Origin: Mars Aeon: 50% light resistance Aeon: +50% stagger against dark Aeon: +30% total stagger Aeon: -1 barrier cost Aeon: +50% healing Aeon: -15% energy | __________________________________________________________ Archangel is the aesir of Mars. She appears the most humanoid out of all of the aesir, bearing large wings on her back. She is adorned in gold-plated attire with her signature blade, and everywhere she goes the light will follow. While she mirrors a certain serenity as Siren, she also resembles a taste of malice similar to Shiva. Although the light is most likely to be seen as good and just, Archangel commits harsh retribution and has little forgiveness. The cult of Archangel are strong leaders, merciless yet respected and heroic. The cult are generally hard-working, determined, and unshaken. Prayer to Archangel are performed where the light shines brightest: open fields, peaks of mountains, summertime. |
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| Name |
Lady Alice Allaire of Abhainn
| Nickname |
Ali - More commonly used by her bed-ridden father
Abhainn's Battle-Maiden - A title given to her by the people, successfully protected, whom witnessed her valor in battle
Abhainn's Battle-Maiden - A title given to her by the people, successfully protected, whom witnessed her valor in battle
| Age |
30
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Kingdom |
Abhainn
| Alliance |
Alice puts her efforts and her loyalty to King Maddox of Abhainn, being quite fond of him and growing up to admire him. Though she was only able to become good friends with him, she has a lingering physical and emotional attraction towards him since her childhood. Alice associates herself with all those that follow him, but resents those that go against him or turn their back on him. She has a love for Abhainn and takes pride in her heritage, doing her utmost best to provide care and protection to all the people.
| In Depth Appearance |
Alice is broad, containing masculine features, but still having a curvy, feminine figure. She is tall, standing at 5'10 with long, thick hair showing different shades of blonde through each straggly strand. With fair skin and a clear complexion, her expression is generally the same regardless of what she's feeling, showing little to no emotion through her face. Her mannerisms, on the other hand, are different depending on the situation. A ball calls for noble and feminine mannerisms, delicate and elegant, while the battlefield calls for more barbaric mannerisms. Being a participant in fair amount of battles, Alice is marked with scars on various parts of her body. None of them show any great damage, the majority of them being mere cuts from a blade. She has a small scar along her cheek that is incredibly subtle and often covered with makeup.
Alice's attire ranges from plate armor to beautiful gowns, having a very diverse wardrobe. Neither of which she favors more than her regular townswoman clothes that she'll wear whenever the situation calls for it. Although, being a lady in court requires a very presentable look, calling for noble gowns regardless of the discomfort, and thus leaving her favored outfit unworn. Alice's makeup fluctuates from heavy to light, depending on her mood. Her version of heavy only consists of heavier eye makeup opposed to the overly-powdered face makeup that many noble woman fashion.
Alice's attire ranges from plate armor to beautiful gowns, having a very diverse wardrobe. Neither of which she favors more than her regular townswoman clothes that she'll wear whenever the situation calls for it. Although, being a lady in court requires a very presentable look, calling for noble gowns regardless of the discomfort, and thus leaving her favored outfit unworn. Alice's makeup fluctuates from heavy to light, depending on her mood. Her version of heavy only consists of heavier eye makeup opposed to the overly-powdered face makeup that many noble woman fashion.
| Habits |
- Restlessness || Alice will begin to shake her leg when she's sitting or rub her hands together. This is a cause from having too much energy or simply being impatient. Although she's a noble lady, her very active roots can only be suppressed for so long.
- Humming || Alice will hum when facing boredom or performing tedious tasks to try to make the situation better.
| Hobbies |
- Swordsmanship || Alice has strong enjoyment in the art of swordsmanship, being a very useful asset to the battlefield.
- Tactics and Strategy || Alice enjoys strategizing battle tactics and war plans, but she doesn't exercise this hobby very often anymore since her coming as a noble lady.
- Painting || Alice has a big hobby on painting, especially since it's relaxing and she doesn't partake in battle as often as she used to. Something about the similarity of the brush and blade satisfies her desire for combat.
| Likes |
- Traveling
- Music
- King Maddox
- The color red
- Art
- Battle
- Weaponry
| Dislikes |
- Being underestimated
- Insects
- Untrustworthy people
- Disrespect
- Events that show weakness
- Those that don't keep their word
- Broken promises
| Fears |
Alice strongly fears failure, which sometimes motivates her and keeps her determined, or it gets in the way from succeeding and clouds her judgement.
| Personality |
Generous ✯ Opinionated ✯ Protective ✯ Brave
Alice is a strong-willed, fearless, opinionated, and demanding individual, usually expressing respect only when she's respected. She is a big dweller of the past and holds grudges over people, choosing to not forget the faces of her enemies, especially those that cross her or humiliate her. Alice will relive moments in which she's embarrassed, humiliated, powerless, or weak and turn it into anger, resulting in a strong desire to get revenge on those that cause such feelings. Along the lines of remembering actions of rage, she also remembers acts of generosity and makes it certain that she expresses her gratitude properly. Alice is also an incredibly sore loser when it comes to certain situations such as losing a bet, failing to learn or understand something, or being one-uped.
Alice is also very defensive of those that she cares about, sometimes going to extents of making great sacrifices for the safety of an individual. While Alice does have a very hard-headed nature, she is a very generous person, enjoying the feeling of giving to those in need and being honored for it in return. Being a protector to the people of Abhainn, she shows no fear to a threatening enemy, regardless of their stature. She holds a different kind of respect for those that are beneath her than those that are of or above her level, or rank, being kinder to those that are lower and being more stern with those that are equal or better.
Alice is also very defensive of those that she cares about, sometimes going to extents of making great sacrifices for the safety of an individual. While Alice does have a very hard-headed nature, she is a very generous person, enjoying the feeling of giving to those in need and being honored for it in return. Being a protector to the people of Abhainn, she shows no fear to a threatening enemy, regardless of their stature. She holds a different kind of respect for those that are beneath her than those that are of or above her level, or rank, being kinder to those that are lower and being more stern with those that are equal or better.
| Background |
Alice grew up as the daughter of Abhainn's military strategist. Her mother, being a fair lady of the kingdom attempted to raise her as a typical lady of court. With much failure, Alice walked in the footsteps of her father for as long as she could. Being a kid, the freedom to become who you want was granted and encouraged, but taken away once the child reached a primitive age in which it was required for the child to become who they're born to be. For Alice, that was a lady of a royal court, in which she never fit well as. It was strange for a girl child to be so fascinated with war and military politics, but Alice proved to many that she was different in this aspect.
It would be safe to assume that Alice's only interest was the work of her father, but her child-like nature would find it's way out and the enjoyment of other children was much appreciated. Although, one in particular was always enjoyed more than others. The Prince Maddox, charming and handsome to Alice ever since she laid eyes on him, the one boy that would make Alice feel as if she were a normal girl. It wasn't just his appearance and his mannerisms that would draw Alice in, but the respect that he had was something to admire, especially with how awkward and different Alice was. She did everything in her power to be near to him, but there came a time in which, not just them, but all children were required to grow up to become the succeeding generation of noble men and woman. Alice would sneak out to see him sometimes, not to fancy him or seduce him, but to enjoy his company and laugh as if they were still children.
Aside from love interests, growing up for Alice involved the hilt of a blade in one hand and the handle of a buckler in the other, her loving father unable to take this strange hobby from her. This hobby became stronger which eventually turned into a dream to become the next military strategist for Abhainn, regardless of the gender boundaries that morality brought. At this point, Alice had no interest in learning the mannerisms of becoming a lady, but as soon as she began her teenage years, her lack of knowledge for proper woman etiquette became apparent and disrespectful. Thus, she was limited to the war room and was forced to wear the uncomfortable dresses that she loathed. Alice longed for the day that she could go back to her old ways, struggling to learn the many skills a noble woman possessed, but those childhood days were over and a new type of strict training was presented.
During Alice's late teenage years, she was back in the war room and only eying the coming King Maddox from a distance. It wasn't long before her father became ill and the war officers were in distress to find a replacement. As many heroic tales would go, Alice would be the assumed successor for the role, but the sexism that existed strongly in this era casted that dream aside, though she was still welcomed to the table for strategic input. Instead of one person making the calls, it worked more like a democracy where the war officers voted on what actions were best, but Alice's talent with strategy became incredibly useful and her persuading words often lead to the better decisions, resulting in many victories. During these years, Alice finally partook in battle and even lead a legion of men once she became comfortable with the harshness of war and killing. It was kept quiet among the nobles since her victorious actions and her incredible battle prowess were seen as unladylike, but the rumors of the people spread and now it remains unknown whether Alice was the true battle-maiden that the people praised.
As of late, Alice is cooped up in the kingdom since a new military general was welcomed into the war room and Alice was ruled out of the military. It was a rough time being casted away from something she was so successful at, but she now tries to enjoy the noble life. The only positive part of becoming a full-time noblewoman is being closer to King Maddox, a childhood love interest whom still holds Alice's heart. Her beautifully crafted battle equipment lays unused in the corner of her chambers, and the noble gowns that were carefully sewn are now making an appearance. With a change in lifestyle, Alice hopes to find balance and enjoyment in whatever it is that she should become.
It would be safe to assume that Alice's only interest was the work of her father, but her child-like nature would find it's way out and the enjoyment of other children was much appreciated. Although, one in particular was always enjoyed more than others. The Prince Maddox, charming and handsome to Alice ever since she laid eyes on him, the one boy that would make Alice feel as if she were a normal girl. It wasn't just his appearance and his mannerisms that would draw Alice in, but the respect that he had was something to admire, especially with how awkward and different Alice was. She did everything in her power to be near to him, but there came a time in which, not just them, but all children were required to grow up to become the succeeding generation of noble men and woman. Alice would sneak out to see him sometimes, not to fancy him or seduce him, but to enjoy his company and laugh as if they were still children.
Aside from love interests, growing up for Alice involved the hilt of a blade in one hand and the handle of a buckler in the other, her loving father unable to take this strange hobby from her. This hobby became stronger which eventually turned into a dream to become the next military strategist for Abhainn, regardless of the gender boundaries that morality brought. At this point, Alice had no interest in learning the mannerisms of becoming a lady, but as soon as she began her teenage years, her lack of knowledge for proper woman etiquette became apparent and disrespectful. Thus, she was limited to the war room and was forced to wear the uncomfortable dresses that she loathed. Alice longed for the day that she could go back to her old ways, struggling to learn the many skills a noble woman possessed, but those childhood days were over and a new type of strict training was presented.
During Alice's late teenage years, she was back in the war room and only eying the coming King Maddox from a distance. It wasn't long before her father became ill and the war officers were in distress to find a replacement. As many heroic tales would go, Alice would be the assumed successor for the role, but the sexism that existed strongly in this era casted that dream aside, though she was still welcomed to the table for strategic input. Instead of one person making the calls, it worked more like a democracy where the war officers voted on what actions were best, but Alice's talent with strategy became incredibly useful and her persuading words often lead to the better decisions, resulting in many victories. During these years, Alice finally partook in battle and even lead a legion of men once she became comfortable with the harshness of war and killing. It was kept quiet among the nobles since her victorious actions and her incredible battle prowess were seen as unladylike, but the rumors of the people spread and now it remains unknown whether Alice was the true battle-maiden that the people praised.
As of late, Alice is cooped up in the kingdom since a new military general was welcomed into the war room and Alice was ruled out of the military. It was a rough time being casted away from something she was so successful at, but she now tries to enjoy the noble life. The only positive part of becoming a full-time noblewoman is being closer to King Maddox, a childhood love interest whom still holds Alice's heart. Her beautifully crafted battle equipment lays unused in the corner of her chambers, and the noble gowns that were carefully sewn are now making an appearance. With a change in lifestyle, Alice hopes to find balance and enjoyment in whatever it is that she should become.
| Extra |
Alice commonly dreams of the future, wondering what kind of advances would happen hundreds of years down the line. Hopefully a better form of travel than horses...
Alice's father is still alive, but bed-ridden from a terminal illness.
Alice's father is still alive, but bed-ridden from a terminal illness.
N A M E
Lady Alice Allaire
T I T L E
'Shield-maiden of Vertiron' // Knight // Commander
N A T I O N A L I T Y
Vertiron
A G E
27
G E N D E R
Female
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
A P P E A R A N C E
Alice is broad, containing masculine features, but still having a curvy, feminine figure. She is tall, standing at 5'10 with long, thick hair showing different shades of blonde through each straggly strand. With fair skin and a clear complexion, she sports a very different look than the majority of the descendants of her culture. While she retained the many recessive genes that made her appearance light, her stature is that of her people. Alice's expression is generally the same regardless of what she's feeling, showing little to no emotion through her face. Her mannerisms, on the other hand, are different depending on the situation. A ball calls for noble and feminine mannerisms, delicate and elegant, while the battlefield calls for more barbaric mannerisms. Being a participant in fair amount of battles, Alice is marked with scars on various parts of her body. None of them show any great damage, the majority of them being mere cuts from a blade. She has a small scar along her cheek that is incredibly subtle and often covered with makeup.
Alice's attire ranges from plate armor to beautiful gowns, resulting in a very diverse wardrobe. Neither of which she favors more than her regular townswoman clothes that she'll wear whenever the situation calls for it. Although, being a more famed lady of Vertiron requires a very presentable look, calling for noble gowns regardless of the discomfort, and thus leaving her favored outfit unworn. Alice's makeup fluctuates from heavy to light, depending on her mood. Her version of heavy only consists of heavier eye makeup opposed to the overly-powdered face makeup that many noble woman fashion.
Alice's attire ranges from plate armor to beautiful gowns, resulting in a very diverse wardrobe. Neither of which she favors more than her regular townswoman clothes that she'll wear whenever the situation calls for it. Although, being a more famed lady of Vertiron requires a very presentable look, calling for noble gowns regardless of the discomfort, and thus leaving her favored outfit unworn. Alice's makeup fluctuates from heavy to light, depending on her mood. Her version of heavy only consists of heavier eye makeup opposed to the overly-powdered face makeup that many noble woman fashion.
I N T E R E S T S
- Weaponry
- Dueling
- Strategizing
- Battle
- Horseback Riding
- Sunsets
- Nature
- Art
- Dueling
- Strategizing
- Battle
- Horseback Riding
- Sunsets
- Nature
- Art
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Alice is a strong-willed, fearless, opinionated, and demanding individual, usually expressing respect only when she's respected. She is a big dweller of the past and holds grudges over people, choosing to not forget the faces of her enemies, especially those that cross her or humiliate her. Alice will relive moments in which she's embarrassed, humiliated, powerless, or weak and turn it into motivation, resulting in a strong, restless desire to improve to avoid such feelings. Along the lines of remembering actions of rage, she also remembers acts of generosity and makes it certain that she expresses her gratitude properly. Alice becomes uneasy when she's faced with situations that confuse her, resulting in loss of sleep until she unravels the truth.
Alice is also very defensive of those that she cares about, valuing the protection of others in and out of the battlefield, but also finding difficulty in making decisions requiring sacrifices. While Alice does have a very hard-headed nature, she is a very generous person, enjoying the feeling of giving to those in need and being honored for it in return. Being a protector to the people of Virtiron, she shows no fear to a threatening enemy, regardless of their intimidating stature or title. She holds a different kind of respect for those that are beneath her than those that are of or above her level, or rank, being kinder to those that are lower and being more stern with those that are equal or better.
Alice is also very defensive of those that she cares about, valuing the protection of others in and out of the battlefield, but also finding difficulty in making decisions requiring sacrifices. While Alice does have a very hard-headed nature, she is a very generous person, enjoying the feeling of giving to those in need and being honored for it in return. Being a protector to the people of Virtiron, she shows no fear to a threatening enemy, regardless of their intimidating stature or title. She holds a different kind of respect for those that are beneath her than those that are of or above her level, or rank, being kinder to those that are lower and being more stern with those that are equal or better.
H I S T O R Y
Alice grew up as the daughter of Virtiron's greatest military strategist, Sebastian Allaire. Her mother, being a respected lady of the kingdom attempted to raise her as a typical lady within her footsteps. With much failure, Alice walked in the path of her father for as long as she could. Being a kid, the freedom to dream and become who you want was encouraged, but also taken away once the child reached the primitive age to become who they're born to be. For Alice, it was planned for her to be a stunning young woman with typical talents of a lady, but that lifestyle was never meant for her. It was strange for a girl child to be so fascinated with war and military politics, but Alice proved to many that she was different in this aspect.
It would be safe to assume that Alice's only interest was the work of her father, but her child-like nature would find it's way out and the enjoyment of other children was much appreciated. Although, one in particular was always enjoyed more than others. The Prince Theodoro, charming and handsome to Alice ever since she laid eyes on him, the one boy that would make Alice feel as if she were a normal girl. It wasn't just his appearance and his mannerisms that would draw Alice in, but the respect that he had was something to admire, especially with how awkward and different Alice was. She did everything in her power to be near to him, but there came a time in which, not just them, but all children were required to grow up to become the succeeding generation of noble men and woman. Alice would sneak out to see him when they reached their teenage years, not to fancy him or seduce him, but to enjoy his company and laugh as if they were still children. Those days eventually dwindled until they merely passed each other in the halls of the court, or dealt with political matters.
Aside from love interests, growing up for Alice involved the hilt of a blade in one hand and the handle of a buckler in the other, her loving father unable to take this strange hobby from her. This hobby became stronger which eventually turned into a dream to become the next military strategist for Vertiron, regardless of the gender boundaries that morality brought. At this point, Alice had no interest in learning the mannerisms of becoming a lady, but as soon as she began her teenage years, her lack of knowledge for proper woman etiquette became apparent and disrespectful. Thus, she was limited to the war room and was forced to wear the uncomfortable dresses that she loathed, but her father never stopped training her.
During Alice's late teenage years, she was back in the war room and only eying the King Theodoro from a distance. It wasn't long before her father became ill and the war officers were in distress to find a replacement. As many heroic tales would go, Alice would be the assumed successor for the role, but the sexism that existed strongly in this era casted that dream aside, though she was still welcomed to the table for strategic input. Instead of one person making the calls, it worked more like a democracy where the war officers voted on what actions were best, but Alice's talent with strategy became incredibly useful and her persuading words often lead to the better decisions, resulting in many victories. During these years, Alice finally partook in battle and even lead a legion of men once she became comfortable with the harshness of war and killing. It was kept quiet among the nobles since her victorious actions and her incredible battle prowess were seen as unladylike, but the rumors of the people spread and now she claims her title as "Virtiron's Battle-maiden".
As of late, Alice is cooped up in the kingdom since a new military general was welcomed into the war room and Alice was ruled out of the military. It was a rough time being casted away from something she was so successful at, but she now tries to enjoy a somewhat noble life. The only positive part of becoming a full-time noblewoman is being closer to King Theodoro, a childhood love interest whom still holds Alice's heart. Her beautifully crafted battle equipment lays unused in the corner of her chambers, and the noble gowns that were carefully sewn are now making an appearance. With a change in lifestyle, Alice hopes to find balance and enjoyment in whatever it is that she should become.
It would be safe to assume that Alice's only interest was the work of her father, but her child-like nature would find it's way out and the enjoyment of other children was much appreciated. Although, one in particular was always enjoyed more than others. The Prince Theodoro, charming and handsome to Alice ever since she laid eyes on him, the one boy that would make Alice feel as if she were a normal girl. It wasn't just his appearance and his mannerisms that would draw Alice in, but the respect that he had was something to admire, especially with how awkward and different Alice was. She did everything in her power to be near to him, but there came a time in which, not just them, but all children were required to grow up to become the succeeding generation of noble men and woman. Alice would sneak out to see him when they reached their teenage years, not to fancy him or seduce him, but to enjoy his company and laugh as if they were still children. Those days eventually dwindled until they merely passed each other in the halls of the court, or dealt with political matters.
Aside from love interests, growing up for Alice involved the hilt of a blade in one hand and the handle of a buckler in the other, her loving father unable to take this strange hobby from her. This hobby became stronger which eventually turned into a dream to become the next military strategist for Vertiron, regardless of the gender boundaries that morality brought. At this point, Alice had no interest in learning the mannerisms of becoming a lady, but as soon as she began her teenage years, her lack of knowledge for proper woman etiquette became apparent and disrespectful. Thus, she was limited to the war room and was forced to wear the uncomfortable dresses that she loathed, but her father never stopped training her.
During Alice's late teenage years, she was back in the war room and only eying the King Theodoro from a distance. It wasn't long before her father became ill and the war officers were in distress to find a replacement. As many heroic tales would go, Alice would be the assumed successor for the role, but the sexism that existed strongly in this era casted that dream aside, though she was still welcomed to the table for strategic input. Instead of one person making the calls, it worked more like a democracy where the war officers voted on what actions were best, but Alice's talent with strategy became incredibly useful and her persuading words often lead to the better decisions, resulting in many victories. During these years, Alice finally partook in battle and even lead a legion of men once she became comfortable with the harshness of war and killing. It was kept quiet among the nobles since her victorious actions and her incredible battle prowess were seen as unladylike, but the rumors of the people spread and now she claims her title as "Virtiron's Battle-maiden".
As of late, Alice is cooped up in the kingdom since a new military general was welcomed into the war room and Alice was ruled out of the military. It was a rough time being casted away from something she was so successful at, but she now tries to enjoy a somewhat noble life. The only positive part of becoming a full-time noblewoman is being closer to King Theodoro, a childhood love interest whom still holds Alice's heart. Her beautifully crafted battle equipment lays unused in the corner of her chambers, and the noble gowns that were carefully sewn are now making an appearance. With a change in lifestyle, Alice hopes to find balance and enjoyment in whatever it is that she should become.
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 _______________________________________________ Felix Alexander Brooks _______________________________________________ 23 | ♂ | Bisexual _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ //Basics: • Height | 6’2” • Weight | 190 lb. • Ethnicity | White • Hair Colour | Light brown • Eye Colour | Hazel //Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: • Various scars | Felix has small scars along his hands that help portray that he's an active, handy person. He has blisters along the palms of his hands from weightlifting and his grip is course and rigid from strenuous use with his hands. About Felix ___________________________________ //Occupation: • Stripper | Felix works at a stripclub that is tucked into a corner of Rebecca’s Hole. Though the windows are tinted dark and the advertising for the business is minimal, it’s clear what services they provide to the public. Felix finds some sense of shame in this occupation, but nonetheless executes his job effortlessly. The job entails what many imagine a stripping job would be, but also finds himself prostituting informally. Although he wouldn’t refer to it as prostitution, he has sold himself to many people for money. • BA in Music Performance | Despite Felix’s persona of being a typical frat boy with countless secrets beneath the surface of his masculine exterior, he has a proud passion for classical music. Felix is honing his talent of music performance with his cello, hoping one day he’ll be able to play for many companies, orchestras, etc. //Occupancy at Redwoods: Recently moved in | Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A broad physique with exceptionally toned muscles help to give Felix his 'hot jock' indentifier at Silvervale University. He stands tall and proud, walking with confidence, conviction, and motivation while unintentionally intimidating any acquaintances that he comes across. Felix generally has a smirk or smile on his face, whether it be genuine or not, in an attempt to hide his threatening guise. This makes him relatively hard to read, since he will bottle his emotions and release them in other ways than his facial expressions. Occasionally, he’ll flash a smile that’ll reveal the deep dimple within his right cheek, mostly in attempts to charm whomever he’s conversing with. Although, the mixture of his flirtatious mannerisms and his near-perfect, symmetrical facial features tend to do the trick. It is true that Felix does spend precious time maintaining his chiseled, prepossessing body, but it’s a false rumor that he spends time tanning. Somehow, Felix has a natural tan that is relatively even from head to toe that compliments his light-colored hair and hazel eyes. All these factors help to add to his bronze look, helping his muscle tone appear that much sharper and his teeth that much whiter. Felix's style varies depending on his mood or the event he’s going to. Since he lives a busy schedule, he’s often wearing comfortable, sporty clothing. Joggers, cotton shirts, and baseball caps dominate his wardrobe while his preferred, preppy clothing remains nearly untouched. Character Synopsis ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Felix was raised by parents who valued image over all else. Being the only boy of the 5 children they had, a lot of expectation was placed on him. It was instilled in him that he was to grow up in an extreme, masculine way. Blood, sweat, and tears were shed throughout his childhood to fit a mold that was so carefully sculpted by the influences of his life -- primarily the influence of his parents. Since he could remember, his father spent a lot of time teaching him the many things it was to become a man by society’s eyes, harboring in him many talents. Sports, self-defense, handiwork, survival skills, and other traits were introduced into his life, leaving him with a busy schedule revolving around self-development towards a respected man. While an upbringing such as this was stressful, it was also beneficial and made up a lot of who Felix is today. But Felix could only be secluded so much from the strong, feminine influence of his home. Music progressed it’s way into Felix’s life and he was in awe of this foreign realm of expression and beauty. It wasn’t long before it was woven securely between the masculinity of his personality, and he spent a lot of his time learning and listening to music. This is what he decided to do in his free time, something that he genuinely enjoyed and wanted to pursue with his life. The softness of music contrasted everything he was born and raised to be, finally finding a sense of balance within his life. Oddly enough, this helped him in countless ways. Pressingly, he confessed to his parents that he wanted to pursue music after high school. Despite playing well enough to actually have a successful career, they denied this dream of his and requested that he choose something else for his life. Felix spent weeks of mental battles with himself until he eventually broke the mold and ensured his decision on his future. His parents refused to provide any financial support for his career path, but he continued anyway. It was then that he auditioned for Silvervale University and was accepted into their Music Performance program. It was scary at first for him, but he found his independence through making his own path, despite standing alone with his decision. He gets by through hard work and dedication, doing his best to be somewhat financially stable while trying to master his talent with the cello. Felix lived in the dormitory for the first three years, meeting new people and making a lot of new friends. Many parts of the world began opening up that were once sheltered away from him. He became well-liked, appreciated, understood, and valued. The support that surrounded him at the university was unlike any he had before. Coming up on this new year, he decided to move into an apartment to press onward to a new stage of independence. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Protective • Independent • Flirty • Nonchalant • Hard Working • Funny • Since birth, Felix has held a charming, humorous personality that generally vibes well with many people he meets. Although the early years of his life were full of minimal contact with people due to his rigorous schedule, he picked up on social ques and events very quickly. Felix now enjoys meeting new people since he hadn’t had the opportunity to before attending the university. But, traits from his childhood are still knit within his mind; it is instilled in Felix to be a protector to those he cares about, being very defensive of those that he befriends. Felix is often times seen as the tough guy of the group that has a soft heart -- somewhere in between a lover and a fighter. Being a guy that has once faced many mental battles and struggles, he is very understanding to those that suffer from things alike. Felix tries to be as kind-hearted as possible, and doesn’t take well to when people dislike him. So he will go to great extremes to try and repaint the picture that people wrongly see of him. Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Felix is the youngest of 5 children, all of them being his older sisters. • Felix has had one long relationship with a beautiful blonde babe that matched his social status at his high school, but due to the turn in his life and his newfound independence prior to college, they split up. The relationship was rocky anyway and he conformed way too much to her craziness. • Felix was popular in his high school, but has recently detached himself from that lifestyle of being the treasured football jock hottie. He is much different now than he was before, so those from his childhood would have different feelings towards Felix. - Takes his coffee with a little cream - Loves the sausage biscuits from Bert’s Bakes and Coffee. Also enjoys their peppermint mocha that they offer in the winter time. - His favorite colors are the colors of the foliage. Fall colors. - Loves nature and outdoor activities: hiking, jogging, snowboarding, camping, etc. - Used to be in boy scouts: was actually decent at it. - Really enjoys classical music. - A little below average academically |
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 _______________________________________________ Felix Alexander Brooks _______________________________________________ 16 | ♀ | Bisexual _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ //Basics: • Height | 5'11" • Weight | 180 lb. • Ethnicity | White • Hair Colour | Dark brown • Eye Colour | Blue //Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: • Various scars | Felix has small scars along his hands that help portray that he's an active, handy person. He has blisters along the palms of his hands from weightlifting and his grip is course and rigid from strenuous use with his hands. Abilities, Skills and Resources ___________________________________ //Abiliites: • Force Field Manipulation | Felix is capable of manipulating force energy from elements, the environment, or from the power of his mind and body to form shields, walls, and barriers. The force field can be created in various shapes and forms, but is generally created as bubbles, walls, and barriers to save from overcomplicating things or exerting too much energy. Thus, he's capable of binding, protecting, applying force, and creating fields along the surface of his body for increased power or strength. • Limitation(s) | Over exertion of Felix's powers can lead to him becoming weak physically and mentally, generally resulting in him passing out. Extensive force fields require a lot of focus and energy -- thus, bigger force fields will be harder to maintain. While damage to the shield first chips at Felix's psychic power, prolonged use can deal phsyical harm to his body. Multi-tasking while conjuring a shield is more difficult, ie. creating more than one shield at once or moving while forming shields. • Weakness(es) | Felix is weak to anyone, or thing, that can surpass his shields. //Skills: • Strength, stamina, and mobility | As a very physically fit guy, Felix maintains his strength by exercising regularly and staying consistent with a strict diet that promotes muscle growth and strong health. Being placed in sports from a young age, Felix manages to find himself to be pretty mobile with his evident heavy stature. //Paraphenalia: • Backpack full of things | As a result of being at the school more often than not, he carries around his backpack all the time. Within that backpack, he has his iPhone X, a bunch of various textbooks and notebooks, pens and pencils, random snacks, his MacBook, and a change of clothes for gym class. | Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A broad physique with exceptionally toned muscles help to give Felix his 'hot jock' indentifier of his school. He stands tall and proud, walking with confidence, conviction, and motivation while unintentionally intimidating any acquaintences that he comes across. A stern expression seems to always be present, masking any underlying emotions that he may have. A small, yet consistent habbit of clenching his teeth bring attention to his chiseled jawline that frame his otherwise soft features. Felix's blue eyes display vividly between dark eyelashes, often being depicted first when facing most people. Felix's style typically consists of his varsity letter football jacket, but as of late, he sports more casual clothes. He chooses to wear clothes that are plain and not loud, the majority of his wardrobe being that of neutral colors to pair with jeans or chinos, topped off with either white or black sneakers. Aside from a more mundane way of dressing, Felix is always sure to leave the house with his hair styled nicely, taking pride in his hair cut that he gets from his barber nearly every two weeks. Character Synopsis ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Felix was raised by parents who believed that everything needed to be placed within a system, whether it be as simple as household chores or as complicated as finding control within unmonitored societies of people, all in hopes to ensure prosperity and security in the end. Almost everybody knows of his parents and their influence throughout New Hampshire since they held so many titles such as: business people, social activists, founders of donation organizations, etc. The list has become much too long to cite every professional title that they take great pride in -- thus it is safe to say that they are, in fact, undoubtedly strict. With an ambitious and motivated personality developing within Felix, he was placed within competitive sports and activities at an early age to help construct good traits for future success. His parents were very hard on him, expecting more than just his best, which caused Felix to begin to grow with a lot of self-discipline, but also a need to continuously impress his parents to try and win their sparse acceptance. As he went through his childhood watching his parents boast in their success and their movements within societies, he began to become so immersed in trying to live up to their potential until he began to drown in a sea of rigorous classes and intense sports. Suffocating by the need to improve more substantially, Felix's body began to change with his motivation to rise above the adversities that seemed to kill him. In this case, he needed a way to be better than his best and these changes took him to the football stadium on a cold October night in which they were facing a rivaling team. The chances of victory were slim and as quarterback, the pressure was placed on him to succeed -- which became easier with the dawn of his hyperhuman abilities. As the game began to conclude, Felix utilized these new found powers by casting transparent force fields around the surface of his uniform, causing him to ram through everybody that attempted to tackle him. Although that particular game was seen as a huge victory at the time, Felix illegally used his powers covertly to take the team to bigger and better things. This, in turn, gave him praise from the school population and many schools surrounding the town -- his name being known for his many victories. On the contrary, Felix had other intentions by this. The strictness of his parents became more at ease since they saw Felix thriving instead of struggling. His mind began to free itself of the painful anchors that held him back -- but it would all come to a halting stop once he was discovered as a cheater. An opposing team monitored that particular game until they became suspicious of his nearly sudden boost of strength. They suspected his hyperhuman abilities, so they enforced a screening that displayed the usage of his powers. In Felix's defense, he claimed that he was clueless of performing such acts, but he was still undermined, belittled, and forced to quit, losing any chances at scholarships and acceptances by ivy league schools, but it didn't end in his own bitter defeat. The school lost their lead with football and were forced to quit the season due to an inaccurate presentation of true skill, forcing an abundance of blame onto Felix. In turn, everything began to resurface as harsh as a barrage of nuclear warheads upon a small target -- his self-hatred, the disappointment of his parents, the loss of his popularity, the loss of his opportunities. Thus, Felix goes about his days with a harsh and seemingly chronic depression as he volunteers to join the Hyperhuman Social Conscience Program in hopes for a destiny that could contain even just a sliver of light. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Since birth, Felix has held a competitive personality much like his parents, finding himself to perform best when he's faced with a challenge. Due to the lack of love given by his parents and family, Felix finds himself trying to impress them at all costs, but from recent events, he has come to a standstill with putting his efforts towards just that. This resulted in the creation of his, now, rather mundane and depressed personality that opposed his once motivated ways. A once hardworking individual has become lazy, serious, and untalkative, and since the loss of his friends and girlfriend, Felix interacts with very few people while he maintains this very dry, colorless personality. The days go by slow for him as he's lost in which direction to steer his life, secretly hoping for something to give him purpose again. Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Felix is the middle child of two siblings which strongly influence his continuous internal battles. He's subject to be better than his dead beat elder brother, while being a strong role model for his fourteen year old younger sister. • Felix has had one long relationship with a beautiful blonde babe that matched his social status at his school, but due to the fall of his popularity, they have recently underwent a harsh break up. Aside from this, Felix has hooked up with a handful of girls, and has experimented with one or two guys. - Takes his coffee with a little cream - Loves the sausage biscuits from Joe's Cafe: a local cafe that makes their own pastries every night. A super trendy spot. Also enjoys their peppermint mocha that they offer in the winter time. - His favorite colors are the colors of the foliage. Fall colors. - Loves nature and outdoor activities: hiking, jogging, snowboarding, camping, etc. - Used to be in boy scouts: was actually decent at it. - Really enjoys soft acoustic music. Can also play guitar, but not very well. - A little below average academically |
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 __________________________________________________________ Vampire _______________________________________________ Ambrosia Lynn Sanguis _______________________________________________ 90 | ♀ | Pansexual _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ //Basics: • Height | 5'8" • Weight | 125 lbs • Ethnicity | Light • Hair Colour | Brown • Eye Colour | Gold //Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: • N/A | Description Abilities, Skills and Resources ___________________________________ //Abiliites & Skills: • Abilities/Skills | ☽ Vampiric Boost || Ambrosia, like other vampires, has supernatural strength, stamina, and agility, as well as having an accelerated healing rate. ☽ Vampiric Compel || Ambrosia is skilled at compelling others from years of performing the art. She is capable of compelling her victim to do something, to become unconscious, to change moods, etc. This skill is much more difficult to execute, and incredibly weakened, on other supernatural entities. ☽ Marksmanship || Ambrosia is capable of using guns, but being more skilled with her handguns. ☽ Sneaking || Ambrosia is light on her feet when she needs to be — like most vampires. ☽ Enchanted by black magic || Being a resurrected individual through black magic makes her permanently tainted by the darkness. Other supernaturals can sometimes sense this, especially those that have dealt with black magic before. This indefinite lifestyle has made her immune to curses and hexes that a witch would attempt to cast upon her, as well as any boons that don’t relate to black magic. Though, she is still susceptible to the effects of a curse via outside sources. For example, if she holds a cursed item, the effects of the item would still apply to her. • Limitation(s) | ☽ Sunlight, stakes, vervain || Being a vampire, Ambrosia is weakened by all that a vampire would be weakened by. ☽ White magic || Upon being perpetually tainted by black magic, she has a weakness of white magic. Areas with sigils that house a field of purity and white magic will be difficult for Ambrosia to tread, greatly weakening her. Any white magic spells that are casted at Ambrosia would have a negative effect as well. ☽ Black magic presence || Ambrosia is easily sensed by other supernaturals because of the black magic that dwells within her. //Paraphernalia: • Enchanted Ring | An enchanted ring by a long-forgotten witch protects Ambrosia from the sun. A plus-side, it’s very stylish. • Handguns | Ambrosia has two Beretta 92FS handguns. She only equips them with silver bullets as she finds no need to use a gun on mortals, save for the occasional hunter that attempts to hunt her. Character Information ___________________________________ //Likes: • ☽ Ballet • ☽ Rainy, cloudy days • ☽ Dark colors • ☽ Fashion • ☽ Leading //Dislikes: • ☽ Being underestimated • ☽ Unworthy opponents • ☽ Lustful men • ☽ Daylight, much like every other vampire • ☽ Being mislead //Habits & Quirks: • ☽ Tapping her fingers uniformly when she’s waiting • ☽ Getting lost in thought when she's alone • ☽ Furrowing a brow when she’s puzzled //Hobbies: • Example 1 | Description • Example 2 | Description //Fears: • ☽ Losing her wealth | While this could be out of greed, Ambrosia also fears the dishonor that comes with losing the wealth that has been accumulating from generation to generation. • ☽ The end of Vampires | Vampires are commonly hunted for their lack of care for the newly turned, letting them run rabid and wreak havoc. Ambrosia fears for the day that this hatred for the species will turn to genocide. | Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Ambrosia makes the best of her immortality and appreciates her forever-youthful look. While being a beautiful woman who will never see any added wrinkles or cellulite, vanity gets very old after living several decades within the same skin. With all the features any woman would kill for: a lustful figure, silky brown hair, a shining smile, and an even, contoured complexion, Ambrosia only compliments them with her elegance and her style. After living through many decades, a woman will know how to be up to date with the changes in fashion, though Ambrosia will pull different outfits from different decades. While she usually sports beautiful, long, cocktail dresses with designer heels and expensive jewelry, she will occasionally wear tank tops with jeans, but only when the circumstances are appropriate. Character Synopsis ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ In what circumstances does the life of a vampire truly begin? Yes, of course — dressed in blood in a room full of blood. For Ambrosia, this involved such a cliche moment of lust and love, but what better way to give your life to someone besides marriage? Prior to this life-changing event, who was Ambrosia and what came of her? An aspiring dancer with outstanding talent in ballet, a star pupil at the Boston Conservatory to properly exercise her skill and express it to the world was known as Ambrosia Pierre. With absent parents, a broken family, and a life pressured by the everyday struggles of a ballet dancer and a growing colleague, she found happiness in what she did best. To turn this hobby into a career was expensive, and risky, but Ambrosia was confident in her ability to perform, so she left to the conservatory after she was graciously accepted. There was nothing but growth, improvement, and rewarding performances that she landed leading roles in. Everything was going better than expected, but when would her life make a turn for the worst? If one would consider living as a vampire as worse. It wasn’t long within the treasured success that Ambrosia would meet her vampiric lover. John Sanguis — an alluring, attractive man that didn’t need to compel any woman to get them to follow him to his bedroom, regardless of how creepily dark his room was. It was at a show in which John fell head over heels in love as her beauty flashed stronger and stronger with every spin, twirl and jump on a stage full of flowers. For Ambrosia, her life of success nearly outweighed her attraction to John, and he loved the chase. It seemed as if it were a normal relationship, despite his presence only being noted on cloudy days, or at night, and the mild scent of blood that he brought everywhere. After months of rejection, she finally gave in to the love that she strongly resisted. Many more months followed of spontaneous trips, nights of love and fine dining, and being a truly spoiled girlfriend, but a vampire can never hide their true identity forever. Slowly, Ambrosia faded from the life of a dancer and began to devote nearly all her time into John, feeling no need to worry since he had riches upon riches. With beautiful mansions, not just within Salem, Massachusetts, but almost everywhere, she felt comfort with finances. The suspicions became more and more fitting the more Ambrosia got to know John, and thus, the question finally came up. More-so brought up as a joke than anything, the truth was eventually told, but in such a better manner than being found feeding. John poured his heart out to Ambrosia and begged her not to leave, but she had no intentions of doing so, instead turning around to ask to make their love permanent through marriage. John had other motives in mind since she suggested marriage, though she denied living as a vampire at first. At this moment in time, Ambrosia ran through the many questions any growing adult would ask: am I doing the right thing, is this what I want, what will my parents think? Casting aside all worries and remembering that she feels safest within his arms, she naively accepted his offer and suffered the transformation, but out of love and lust for a man that she would willingly spend the rest of eternity with. After her transformation, she began to enjoy the life of a vampire, though she had a rough time passing the rabid phase. They lived as such a fierce duo, training her to be as capable as possible, and teaching her about the supernatural world and how to defend against hunters. Ambrosia began to learn more about John, a vampire that lived much longer than expected. A pilgrim that journeyed to the new world and never found a love as strong as he had for Ambrosia. John was a leader of a coven of vampires within Salem, teaching Ambrosia the many duties that he had to keep the coven prospering. This new lifestyle came fast to Ambrosia, but she learned it all efficiently in a timely fashion. She filled the shoes of the very desirable role of the mistress to John Sanguis, a well-respected vampire by the coven and many other supernaturals. Supernaturals had a habit of stirring up drama which lead to destructive battles by misunderstandings, hyperboles, and boredom. During a harsh fight between John’s coven and an opposing vampiric coven, Ambrosia was unexpectedly stabbed in the heart by a stake which lead to a crucial death of the coven. John, horrified by the event, brought her back to the mansion and fled the scene immediately, keeping her body within his corridors until he could properly find any way to fix this devastating event. It took many days of trial and error before he found a witch capable of performing black magic to properly bring her back to life. The witch performed a ritual to call upon the devil to make a pact with John to exchange services. A life with consistent offerings on every full moon in exchange of granting Ambrosia her vampiric life back. John agreed passionately, thinking of it as nothing in order to get Ambrosia back to life. Ambrosia was unaware of what pact he made, living on as if nothing happened. It wasn’t until John’s anger got the best of him and he went out to seek revenge for his changed lifestyle. It's true what they say about love and what it can do to a man, or in this case, a vampire. Journeying alone to the opposing coven that housed the killer, he searched for a vengeful kill that would fulfill his need and bring his peace back. Making such a rash decision lead to an unfair battle of pain, torture, and eventually death. His head was rolled out to the steps of John's Coven, only to be found by his now widowed lover. Ambrosia, seeming to be in a constant panic from the petrifying event, could not find any peace. She couped herself up only to be faced with the devil who explained her situation and demanded for Ambrosia to properly fulfill the payment in order for her survival. That was her first night in which her blood was drawn for the sacrifice, waking up exhausted and fatigued, but surprisingly anew. Ambrosia saw this second chance of life as a blessing -- as a purpose. Though she had thoughts of suicide, it was with a vengeful heart and a protective mindset that brought Ambrosia to who she is today. She accepted herself as a widow, a reborn vampire, and a leader. She was announced the new leader of the coven, and she willingly gave sacrifices every full moon to ensure her survival. What motivates her now is to help her coven as best she can with the loss of John, and to find revenge for killing her true love. And so became Ambrosia Sanguis. It’s true that the longer you live, the more secrets you’ll acquire. For Ambrosia, she tries, yet struggles, to be an open book. Among her secrets, one of all should not be broadcasted nor discovered. Ambrosia is a vampire reborn by black magic, thus, her re-gifted life of immortality and vampirism must be repaid. Each full moon, Ambrosia must provide a sacrifice of blood, be it by human, witch, werewolf, etc., and the subject must be living and present during the event of the offering. Depending on the victim, would depend on the survival: humans never survive, witches and vampires have low chances of survival, and werewolves always survive. If there is not a sacrifice at hand, Ambrosia must use herself and withstand a gruesome night of draining blood, only to wake up weakened, but she will always survive. To add to this, Ambrosia holds a corridor that contains several human subjects in which her coven feeds from, her targets being those that roam the streets too late at night, and those that have the least connections around Salem. Though it’s hard to grab sufficient subjects that fit these standards, but she will always go to great extremes to make sure that her coven is properly fed. After housing a human for as much time as she can, she releases them just before their death, though with a method of making them suffer from memory-loss. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♦ Protective ♦ Inconsiderate ♦ Strategic ♦ Manipulative ♦ When Ambrosia inherited a coven of individuals that she grew to love as her family, she felt obligated to be a proper leader, going to great extremes to ensure the safety and the health of every vampire that the coven housed. This obligation has made Ambrosia dedicated to protect and provide, especially to those that are dependent on her. Being someone that acts as a motherly figure, she surprisingly shows a great amount of distrust and inconsideration to those that have no real relation to her, and to those that aren’t vampires. Her coven is what she cares about, and nothing more. In addition to this, Ambrosia has a habit of accepting new vampires into her coven in an attempt to save them from the rabid nature that will get them killed, or expose the community. Ambrosia is strategic in nature, causing her to constantly rethink decisions and actions, and to plan ahead whether it’s something important or completely arbitrary. This goes along the lines of her manipulative trait, being an individual that manipulates others into doing what she wishes. With the added talent of compelling, Ambrosia has a habit of manipulating people into doing what she wants. Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Any other information or notes you wish to add or find relevant. |
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"If you set your goals ridiculously high and it's a failure, you will fail above everyone else's success." —James Cameron
Name
Augustus Xavier Evans
Age
16 // 4/24
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Ethnicity
50% Greek // 50% Italian
Years at Olympus Academy
First year
Appearance
As the son of Hades, Gus doesn’t have to try very hard to achieve, what would seem to be, maximum ‘hotness’ and ultimate physique. With the blood of a demi-god flowing through his tastefully prominent vascularity, his muscles grow and maintain easier than most, all with the help of a consistent workout routine. Gus’ features are beautifully sculpted: seductive brown eyes, charming expressions, a contagious smile, and all the tone and beef a 6’ man should ever want. With perfect proportions of muscle and mass throughout his body, accompanied by a bone structure seemingly created for lust and beauty, he has nothing to worry about when it comes to aging or getting the lover he wants.
Gus dresses in an array of styles, but generally decides on casual clothes. His wardrobe consists of casual jeans and tees, khakis and polo shirts, all the way to designer shoes and blazers, nerd glasses and hawaiian shirts. Gus enjoys experimenting with style and it differs depending on his mood and the weather. Regardless, Gus is always dressed nicely—but, truthfully, he can wear rags and be deemed a fashion statement.
Gus dresses in an array of styles, but generally decides on casual clothes. His wardrobe consists of casual jeans and tees, khakis and polo shirts, all the way to designer shoes and blazers, nerd glasses and hawaiian shirts. Gus enjoys experimenting with style and it differs depending on his mood and the weather. Regardless, Gus is always dressed nicely—but, truthfully, he can wear rags and be deemed a fashion statement.
Personality
✰ Brave ✰ Daring ✰ Charming ✰ Determined ✰ Protective ✰
✖ Hot-headed ✖ Disobedient ✖ Heartbreaker ✖ Lustful ✖
✖ Hot-headed ✖ Disobedient ✖ Heartbreaker ✖ Lustful ✖
As the son of Hades, it would be abnormal for Gus to not be hot-headed and stubborn, while simultaneously possessing leadership qualities and a determined heart. A jock, a macho man, a womanizer, an athlete—Gus has acquired various titles and nicknames, all to provide more and more substance to his bolstering ego that he tries so hard to subdue. Gus, like any other teen notable for their strength, looks, and achievement, subconsciously becomes swallowed into an egotistical nature, finding trouble in being humble. The very few times he’s been knocked off his pedestal in life, he has not fared well, but this is something he’s trying to change. In turn, he takes pride in his skillset and the leadership essence within himself, but this helps to create his disobedient trait. Gus doesn’t do well when it comes to following the rules of others, especially ones that he considers arbitrary or unnecessary.
Gus has more enemies than he does friends. Whether he’s hated based on envy or the overall distaste of his character, he isn’t fazed by the lack of companionship. This has made Gus become more selective of who it is that he befriends, and he becomes protective of those that he’s close to. Additionally, those that Gus deems unworthy of his friendship, he has no problem using or taking advantage of. This has made his identity become that of a cold-hearted asshole, but causing confusion in the ones that don’t always see this side of him. There is a very bold line in how he treats his circle of friends to those that aren’t his friends.
Gus has more enemies than he does friends. Whether he’s hated based on envy or the overall distaste of his character, he isn’t fazed by the lack of companionship. This has made Gus become more selective of who it is that he befriends, and he becomes protective of those that he’s close to. Additionally, those that Gus deems unworthy of his friendship, he has no problem using or taking advantage of. This has made his identity become that of a cold-hearted asshole, but causing confusion in the ones that don’t always see this side of him. There is a very bold line in how he treats his circle of friends to those that aren’t his friends.
History
They say that Italy is a place of beauty and history, wine and food, tradition and culture—and for Gus’ mother, it was exactly that. She was surrounded by these many great qualities that made Italy so exquisite, but she also fell under the crime and scrappy neighborhoods of the dark corners of the region. Gus’ mother was fierce, brave, and hot-headed. Sometimes Gus believed that his strength truly came from her, and not his godly father. Nevertheless, his mother had been in a head-over-heels relationship with Hades for quite some time, though her depiction of him was not the God of the Underworld, but instead as a simple man. And even in his disguise, Hades adored her vigor and her steadfastness. Even though she was many things—an addict, a low-life, a prostitute—she was always protective and strong, especially when it came to her family. She did what she had to do to provide and to survive. And it was in a night of quarrel in which his identity was revealed to her; in a gunfight to protect her family from a relentless gang of ruthless murderers and drug dealers. Little did she know, she unexpectedly brought a god to a gunfight, resulting in scorching flames, abominable beasts, and helpless screams of terror. Though it would be easy to assume that she’d be grateful, she instead became more scared than impressed. She hid her fearfulness of him for however long it took to find an escape. It wasn’t long before he granted her a great deal of wealth, and she used the money to flee the country and move to America, ridding Hades from hers and their soon-to-be-born child’s life.
Shortly after her move, Gus made his appearance into the world with all the hot-headedness, stubbornness, and determination that rooted his being, all the while being hidden from his true identity. Be that as it may, he grew up happily and comfortably. The wealth of Hades got them far and left them in seclusion from his father. Gus and his mother built a strong bond despite their many fights as he aged. She did all the things a father would typically do with their son: teach him how to play sports, show him the world and it’s many lessons, teach him the dos and don’ts of friendship and love, become a healthy role model, teach him how to be a true man of a household(though she had that much covered).
Gus excelled in school, becoming naturally smart and fit; he outgrew his classmates very fast. From an early age, he had adopted many traits of his mother and it became embedded in his nature the many different attributes of a leader and a go-getter. Things somehow came easy to Gus, but what was given to him was never enough to achieve fulfilment, so he would always strive for more. He didn’t stop at being accepted into a varsity football team, he became their reigning quarterback. He didn’t stop at simply taking high level courses, he aced them. He would set goals and be sure to achieve them to his best potential.
Gus always knew that he was blessed with both intelligence and skill, but he didn’t question what it was that granted him such feats of strength and mind. However, his mother knew all-too-well what it was that created him to become the all-star of his high school. Though she took great credit in raising him, a vast portion is thanks to his godly heritage, coursing through his very veins to further gift him with much more than what he knew. For awhile, it was only these traits that differentiated him from his peers, but as time pressed on, he soon was faced with a strange display of his abilities. It was on a football field, in a heated argument with the enemy team. Rage took over him, but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. But it was in this particular instance that would become his defining moment to spark the beginning of true power of a demi-god. It only took a few shouts by Gus to instill morbid and sinister fear into those around him, causing them to tremble in their shoes. As he raced the ball down the field, the crowd stopped in confusion by the unresponsiveness of the teams. The grass withered beneath his feet, tracing his footsteps towards the goal until the vicinity around him was as eerie and haunting as ever. They stopped the game to ensure the health of the teams, but they remained noncognitive for quite some time until their consciousness was unclouded again.
As Gus continued his days, he was never truly seen the same by anybody. Depending on how he looked at a person and the severity of his gaze, it could send them plundering with a strange fear. Occurrences continued and became more frequent, but as the son of Hades, he wasn’t presented with beautiful gifts, nor strong feats that could amaze crowds, instead it was hearing the voices of the damned and granting death around him. They speculated schizophrenia and many other psychological problems, but his mother soon gave Gus the truth. For awhile, Gus tried to control his own powers the best he could, but it was no use since he had no instructor or sense of how it all worked. Instead, his mother was able to find the whereabouts of Olympus Academy.
And so Gus was sent there, still in denial about his heritage and the truth behind himself. He has much to learn, and a lot to face, considering the realm of gods and goddesses, and his new school to help him.
Shortly after her move, Gus made his appearance into the world with all the hot-headedness, stubbornness, and determination that rooted his being, all the while being hidden from his true identity. Be that as it may, he grew up happily and comfortably. The wealth of Hades got them far and left them in seclusion from his father. Gus and his mother built a strong bond despite their many fights as he aged. She did all the things a father would typically do with their son: teach him how to play sports, show him the world and it’s many lessons, teach him the dos and don’ts of friendship and love, become a healthy role model, teach him how to be a true man of a household(though she had that much covered).
Gus excelled in school, becoming naturally smart and fit; he outgrew his classmates very fast. From an early age, he had adopted many traits of his mother and it became embedded in his nature the many different attributes of a leader and a go-getter. Things somehow came easy to Gus, but what was given to him was never enough to achieve fulfilment, so he would always strive for more. He didn’t stop at being accepted into a varsity football team, he became their reigning quarterback. He didn’t stop at simply taking high level courses, he aced them. He would set goals and be sure to achieve them to his best potential.
Gus always knew that he was blessed with both intelligence and skill, but he didn’t question what it was that granted him such feats of strength and mind. However, his mother knew all-too-well what it was that created him to become the all-star of his high school. Though she took great credit in raising him, a vast portion is thanks to his godly heritage, coursing through his very veins to further gift him with much more than what he knew. For awhile, it was only these traits that differentiated him from his peers, but as time pressed on, he soon was faced with a strange display of his abilities. It was on a football field, in a heated argument with the enemy team. Rage took over him, but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. But it was in this particular instance that would become his defining moment to spark the beginning of true power of a demi-god. It only took a few shouts by Gus to instill morbid and sinister fear into those around him, causing them to tremble in their shoes. As he raced the ball down the field, the crowd stopped in confusion by the unresponsiveness of the teams. The grass withered beneath his feet, tracing his footsteps towards the goal until the vicinity around him was as eerie and haunting as ever. They stopped the game to ensure the health of the teams, but they remained noncognitive for quite some time until their consciousness was unclouded again.
As Gus continued his days, he was never truly seen the same by anybody. Depending on how he looked at a person and the severity of his gaze, it could send them plundering with a strange fear. Occurrences continued and became more frequent, but as the son of Hades, he wasn’t presented with beautiful gifts, nor strong feats that could amaze crowds, instead it was hearing the voices of the damned and granting death around him. They speculated schizophrenia and many other psychological problems, but his mother soon gave Gus the truth. For awhile, Gus tried to control his own powers the best he could, but it was no use since he had no instructor or sense of how it all worked. Instead, his mother was able to find the whereabouts of Olympus Academy.
And so Gus was sent there, still in denial about his heritage and the truth behind himself. He has much to learn, and a lot to face, considering the realm of gods and goddesses, and his new school to help him.
"What does one do when they’re faced with death? You get excited because the Underworld is a great place and I am your King." —Hades
Godly Parent
Hades—God of the Dead, King of the Underworld
Relationship With Godly Parent
Gus has no relation to his father and only recently has discovered his godly heritage. Although he’s still in denial of the existence of the gods, he is spiteful that he was hidden from this truth for so long. Gus has always wanted more than what is given to him, but this particular scenario daunts him in a way that makes him want to turn and run. This isn’t the life he expected, but he is moving forward with a neutral stance.
Demigod Abilities
Death - Like his father, Gus divulges in the realm of death and the many aspects of it. He is capable of withering life around him as well as instilling fear in others. Those that are weak of heart and mentally unstable will be more susceptible to this ability, and those that are stronger and more fortified in the mind will be able to combat this.
Earth Manipulation - Hades is known to be the God of the Underworld, but his power also extends to the very fabrics of the earth and it’s metals. Like Hades, Gus is capable of manipulating the earth. Gus is capable of casting tremors through the terrain around him, though the limits to this power are unknown.
Necromancy - Gus is capable of speaking to the dead, commanding the dead, and summoning the dead. Although his necromantic abilities haven’t truly unlocked for him yet, this is an ability he has yet to control voluntarily. Since Gus is a descendent of his father, he has a natural instinct to lead, but his absence from the underworld has made it so his commands are not followed wholeheartedly.
Hellfire - Gus is capable of controlling the scorching flames of the Underworld. He’s capable of conjuring the hellfire at his will, though normal flames he will have no control over.
Earth Manipulation - Hades is known to be the God of the Underworld, but his power also extends to the very fabrics of the earth and it’s metals. Like Hades, Gus is capable of manipulating the earth. Gus is capable of casting tremors through the terrain around him, though the limits to this power are unknown.
Necromancy - Gus is capable of speaking to the dead, commanding the dead, and summoning the dead. Although his necromantic abilities haven’t truly unlocked for him yet, this is an ability he has yet to control voluntarily. Since Gus is a descendent of his father, he has a natural instinct to lead, but his absence from the underworld has made it so his commands are not followed wholeheartedly.
Hellfire - Gus is capable of controlling the scorching flames of the Underworld. He’s capable of conjuring the hellfire at his will, though normal flames he will have no control over.
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"Life is funny. Sometimes we don’t always get the joke, but it’s best to laugh anyways."P L A C E H O L D E R  Astrid Elizabeth Gray ______________________________________________________ 4/24/2003 | 16 | Caucasian ______________________________________________________ Heterosexual | ♀ | Single ______________________________________________________ Junior | Gemstone Bracelet | Eagle | D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E: Astrid has the luxury of not being spotted with any acne or scarring, unlike most teens. Her clear complexion paired with her pale, blue eyes, alone, offer strong competition to the girls at Mather Memorial High, but it’s her contagious smile, glistening white with sincerity, that ties her beauty together. Astrid stands taller than most, at 5’7” with a healthy weight of 125 pounds, all evenly distributed over her gentle hourglass shape. Warm brown hair falls down to the small of her back, in flowing waves and layers, each strand as healthy as ever without a split-end in sight. Astrid sports a slender build with wiry muscles that tone well across her figure. Although this would suggest Astrid’s booming popularity in school, it turns out that many envy her natural beauty and turn to resent her. M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S: From an early age, Astrid has always lived her life minimally, understanding the difference in value between material things and heartfelt memories and connections. Her driving motivation has always been her mother—she dreams that one day she’ll be able to take her stress and worries away. While Astrid makes an imprint at Mather Memorial for being beautiful and genuine, she holds everyone at arm’s length to protect herself from being abandoned. As she lives on to discover her magical affinity, she will make connections that she would’ve never expected to make, breaking the wall that she so-carefully sculpted to protect her heart. In the end, Astrid hopes she can open up to the right person and allow herself to fall truly in love, like they do in the movies. Such vulnerability is difficult for Astrid to allow, so she finds comfort in her sheltering, though mundane, lifestyle. Astrid lives with many dreams, but without any guidance on how to pursue any of them. Her self-discovery will lead her to a destiny she never thought would be among her many foretellings, and she will learn how to take the first step—with confidence and with grace. But ultimately, her goal would be to eventually leave her past in Crestwood Hollow and live anew in a different area, once things with her family have been ironed out. |
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
Astrid has always envied the families that were shrouded in love, secured by faith, and knit tight with bonds. For her, she only wished she could hold her family together, but the broken pieces were too delicate to sew together herself. Since Astrid could remember, her family was continually crumbling until the majority of Astrid’s life became taking care of her little siblings while her mother scavenged for money and her father succumbed to drugs. They live in a small apartment, but they live cozy and as happy as their life predicament will allow them to. Astrid’s mother lives with a lot of stress, and the empath within Astrid can’t help but carry the weight subconsciously. So she turns to music to relieve her added stress, since she has no real way of helping her mother, which would in turn, help herself.
Astrid grew up feeling the need to always comfort and console, so it has become somewhat of a talent of hers to bring people up when they’re down. This has attracted many people to her, but living in such a selfish society made it quick to deny Astrid of true friends. This makes her distant towards everybody, but close enough to be likable, and then dismissed.
Pressing on into high school, Astrid was above average academically, while picking up many instruments along the way. Astrid has formed a vintage-esque vibe, with a great talent in the acoustic guitar and a very soulful voice. Her identifier at school has always been the ‘guitar girl’. Thankfully, she was never placed among the music/band geeks, nor the choir nerds, but somehow landed her in the totally accepted spot of ‘guitar girl’. There have been times where she was befriended by many popular girls, but Astrid has a very skillful way of distancing herself from those that she deems undeserving of any friendship. Instead, many notice her from afar, but never take the effort to crack her shell; Astrid prefers it this way.
Astrid grew up feeling the need to always comfort and console, so it has become somewhat of a talent of hers to bring people up when they’re down. This has attracted many people to her, but living in such a selfish society made it quick to deny Astrid of true friends. This makes her distant towards everybody, but close enough to be likable, and then dismissed.
Pressing on into high school, Astrid was above average academically, while picking up many instruments along the way. Astrid has formed a vintage-esque vibe, with a great talent in the acoustic guitar and a very soulful voice. Her identifier at school has always been the ‘guitar girl’. Thankfully, she was never placed among the music/band geeks, nor the choir nerds, but somehow landed her in the totally accepted spot of ‘guitar girl’. There have been times where she was befriended by many popular girls, but Astrid has a very skillful way of distancing herself from those that she deems undeserving of any friendship. Instead, many notice her from afar, but never take the effort to crack her shell; Astrid prefers it this way.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Astrid has little to no friends and mainly keeps to herself. Only some of the students would’ve heard about Astrid’s family dramas while growing up, but most just remember her being dismissed from school a lot in elementary school. Astrid hides many secrets about her home life and many don’t think that she would have such struggles.
Astrid works at the local coffee shop.
Astrid’s conduit is a gemstone bracelet that was gifted to her by her grandmother.
Astrid’s familiar takes the form of an eagle and is very protective over Astrid’s well-being. This form makes it easier to properly watch over her and has helped Astrid in many situations, though she may not realize it.
Astrid works at the local coffee shop.
Astrid’s conduit is a gemstone bracelet that was gifted to her by her grandmother.
Astrid’s familiar takes the form of an eagle and is very protective over Astrid’s well-being. This form makes it easier to properly watch over her and has helped Astrid in many situations, though she may not realize it.
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Name
Blake Alexander De Stefano
Nickames
Only goes by Blake
Age
20
Gender
Male
Year
Third
Reason of Admission
Trustfund
Major
Accounting
Sexuality
Mostly heterosexual
Relationship Status
Recently single
Label
Attractive Band Geek // Old-soul
Appearance Details
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》 Hair: Dirty Blonde | Short, tapered sides | Styled with a light-hold gel
》 Eyes: Hazel
》 Height: 6’2
》 Body Type: Athletic // Toned
》 Clothing Style: Blake typically dresses for comfort. He sports denim jeans and a white t-shirt frequently.
》 Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A
》 Eyes: Hazel
》 Height: 6’2
》 Body Type: Athletic // Toned
》 Clothing Style: Blake typically dresses for comfort. He sports denim jeans and a white t-shirt frequently.
》 Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A
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Personality Traits
♦ Trustworthy ♦ Ambitious ♦ Caring ♦ Respectful ♦ Depression ♦ Introverted ♦ Closed-off ♦ Pessimist ♦
Although Blake has the qualities of a morally good friend, he keeps his circle small and prefers to be left alone. He has a strong passion for his interests and enjoys the solitude of them. While he appreciates criticism with his art forms, he would rather be independent in his learning and enjoys being alone. As somebody who wears their heart on their sleeve, he feels as though he has nothing to show. What color there is of his personality is hard to find unless someone really got to know him. Many describe him as dull until meeting him further, unlocking his old-soul interests and his love for the arts.
Blake considers himself to be a kind person, never disrespecting the next person, but never befriending them either. Due to his strict upbringing and a history of being taken advantage of, he finds the safety of distance comforting. Although, the lack of interaction and his desire to be isolated has left him with a pulsating depression, spiking most when he’s faced with change and complicated social situations. Blake successfully hides his depression, masking it with a smile and stating otherwise when people question his mental state. Naturally, he doesn’t let many people close to him and he fears the vulnerability required for anything more than simple friendship.
Blake considers himself to be a kind person, never disrespecting the next person, but never befriending them either. Due to his strict upbringing and a history of being taken advantage of, he finds the safety of distance comforting. Although, the lack of interaction and his desire to be isolated has left him with a pulsating depression, spiking most when he’s faced with change and complicated social situations. Blake successfully hides his depression, masking it with a smile and stating otherwise when people question his mental state. Naturally, he doesn’t let many people close to him and he fears the vulnerability required for anything more than simple friendship.
Upbringing Synopsis
Blake is someone who struggles between passions, but more in a way that overwhelms him and keeps him preoccupied. He grew up close to his father with high admiration and idolization. His father was many things: a successful businessman, a lover of old music, a musician, a father of five children, and a man of strict, traditional rules. What laid beside the warmth of encouragement and humor were his high expectations of each of his children, especially Blake. It was easy for Blake to pick up the interests, but it was a constant battle to try and win the honor and appreciation of his father. This left him with his isolated nature and his self-disciplined manner; what was the point of having a talent and not honing it?
Granted, this made Blake’s high school years easy for him. While most social settings of high schools would pick on the musically inclined, Blake was lucky enough to win over his popularity with his talents. With his cello in hand and a love for culinary arts, he was an unusual hotshot of his high school. Blake delved in sports, but never enough to reach any considerable titles. What love he had for sports was not enough to outweigh his passion for the arts. Collectively, it seemed like there wasn't anything that Blake was particularly bad at, but in his eyes, he was never skilled enough at any one thing. To have multiple skills but nothing that's impressive stand-alone was not enough for him. He narrowed down his desires and focused on what he loved the most. To be artistic comes with an easy way to woo a crowd, but it also comes with it's haunting doubts: a take-away from what it's like to be creative.
Blake went through girlfriends in high school fast, never giving them enough attention to have a substantial relationship lasting longer than a couple months. To be consumed by his interests and his constant struggle to impress his father, he didn't have the capacity to devote time into a significant other. While he was raised to be respectful, he could never find it in him to divide his attention enough to pursue any act of love. This was fine for him, as he knew his talents would shape his future, a much more important concept.
Once he was old enough, he started working at a fine-dining restaurant as a chef. Blake often played for them on his days off and worked to enhance their menu until he won awards for the dishes he created. He began to blame his Italian blood for his obsession with cooking and classical music. As college approached, Blake was faced again with his struggle between passions, becoming lost on what career path would be best.
For an artistic person with incredible passion, dreaming big was as easy as counting to ten. But such dreams were built upon the adoration of a strict father, leaving them susceptible to becoming crushed. And like glass was it shattered, each piece resembling every doubt and worry he previously had. Many people talk about what it’s like to hold onto a dream, but nobody ever mentions the emptiness that follows the crash. For Blake, he remained hollow, following the footsteps that were always suggested of him. To get into an Ivy League college was nothing, and the tuition was like pocket change for his family, so he now enters with a different future in mind. One that he doesn’t necessarily call his own, but one where he can finally live with a proud father and family. Who knows, accounting could be fun.
Granted, this made Blake’s high school years easy for him. While most social settings of high schools would pick on the musically inclined, Blake was lucky enough to win over his popularity with his talents. With his cello in hand and a love for culinary arts, he was an unusual hotshot of his high school. Blake delved in sports, but never enough to reach any considerable titles. What love he had for sports was not enough to outweigh his passion for the arts. Collectively, it seemed like there wasn't anything that Blake was particularly bad at, but in his eyes, he was never skilled enough at any one thing. To have multiple skills but nothing that's impressive stand-alone was not enough for him. He narrowed down his desires and focused on what he loved the most. To be artistic comes with an easy way to woo a crowd, but it also comes with it's haunting doubts: a take-away from what it's like to be creative.
Blake went through girlfriends in high school fast, never giving them enough attention to have a substantial relationship lasting longer than a couple months. To be consumed by his interests and his constant struggle to impress his father, he didn't have the capacity to devote time into a significant other. While he was raised to be respectful, he could never find it in him to divide his attention enough to pursue any act of love. This was fine for him, as he knew his talents would shape his future, a much more important concept.
Once he was old enough, he started working at a fine-dining restaurant as a chef. Blake often played for them on his days off and worked to enhance their menu until he won awards for the dishes he created. He began to blame his Italian blood for his obsession with cooking and classical music. As college approached, Blake was faced again with his struggle between passions, becoming lost on what career path would be best.
For an artistic person with incredible passion, dreaming big was as easy as counting to ten. But such dreams were built upon the adoration of a strict father, leaving them susceptible to becoming crushed. And like glass was it shattered, each piece resembling every doubt and worry he previously had. Many people talk about what it’s like to hold onto a dream, but nobody ever mentions the emptiness that follows the crash. For Blake, he remained hollow, following the footsteps that were always suggested of him. To get into an Ivy League college was nothing, and the tuition was like pocket change for his family, so he now enters with a different future in mind. One that he doesn’t necessarily call his own, but one where he can finally live with a proud father and family. Who knows, accounting could be fun.
Family
Father: Sebastian De Stefano
Mother: Kristen De Stefano
Eldest Brother: William De Stefano
Second Oldest: Liam De Stefano
Younger Sister: Elizabeth De Stefano
Youngest Sister: Carolyn De Stefano
Mother: Kristen De Stefano
Eldest Brother: William De Stefano
Second Oldest: Liam De Stefano
Younger Sister: Elizabeth De Stefano
Youngest Sister: Carolyn De Stefano
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》 Drinks his coffee black
》 Loves the sausage biscuits from Joe's Cafe: a local cafe that makes their own pastries every night. A super trendy spot. Also enjoys their peppermint mocha that they offer in the winter time.
》 His favorite colors are the colors of the foliage. Fall colors.
》 Loves jazz and classical music
》 Loves nature and outdoor activities: hiking, jogging, snowboarding, camping, etc.
》 Used to be in boy scouts: was actually decent at it.
》 Average academically
》 Loves the sausage biscuits from Joe's Cafe: a local cafe that makes their own pastries every night. A super trendy spot. Also enjoys their peppermint mocha that they offer in the winter time.
》 His favorite colors are the colors of the foliage. Fall colors.
》 Loves jazz and classical music
》 Loves nature and outdoor activities: hiking, jogging, snowboarding, camping, etc.
》 Used to be in boy scouts: was actually decent at it.
》 Average academically
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placeholder ☮ | MacKenna Diedrikson Varma | ☮ ______________________________________________________ "Mac reminds me of an orange. The peel is bitter but the inside is nice." | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: Blake and Mac connected from their underlying love for creativity. While they both assert their focus and time into much more promising fields of study, they look to their passions as an outlet. Blake, with his love for music, and Mac, with her incredible poetic ability, find themselves attending each other’s events—whether it’s open mic night or an orchestra performance. Blake has a great appreciation for her since she constantly uplifts him with his desire to play music. While her encouragement for Blake to switch to musical performance is convincing, he can’t seem to look past his doubtful father’s influence. Mutually, Blake demands more of Mac’s poetry and tries to inspire her to write more. Mac’s opinion doesn’t come with any feather weight, but it’s rather valued more since she isn’t one to be fake and speak anything else but the truth. The two make a great pair of friends. |
placeholder ☯ | Juniper Baby Macmillan | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "N/A" | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: N/A |
placeholder ♥ | Lola Francesca Russo | ♥ ______________________________________________________ "Best mistake I’ve ever made. . ." | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: Lola and Blake have an interesting dynamic. It was Lola’s towering confidence and fiery seduction that pulled Blake in the first night, and it was her flirtatious allure that kept him coming back for more. Lola is possessive, to say the least, demanding his loyalty despite not being formally committed to each other. For Blake, he’d never picture himself to be interested in more than just lustful hookups with this blonde vixen, but there’s something about her that he’s dying to explore. For Lola, she refuses to express her feelings on the matter, and Blake worries that she doesn’t have the same feelings for him. As of now, Blake continues to try and truly talk to Lola in between the sex and the flirting, but she’s quite uncooperative. Still, though, the potential relationship is worth the potential heartbreak. |
placeholder ☯ | Charlotte Eliza Diedrickson | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "N/A" | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: N/A |
placeholder ☯ | Alaric Micheal Sterling | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "Talented guy." | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: Blake doesn’t know much more about Alaric than his ability to play and sing. He’s heard him in the music rooms, but he’s never approached him or introduced himself. Instead, Blake has enjoyed his playing from a distance and given him mental accreditation. |
placeholder ☯ | Elliot Lee Thatcher | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "N/A" | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: N/A |
placeholder ☮ | Ramona Michelle Martin | ☮ ______________________________________________________ "A great chef—I gotta admit." | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: Blake met Ramona in a culinary arts elective. While he has a great love for cooking, he decided not to pursue it further with education besides this simple elective that he took. For Ramona, she has a natural talent and continues to master her craft through further education. Blake finds himself to be a little envious of her inherent ability to create tasteful things, and he can’t deny her great ability in the art. During their time in class, he found himself competing with her a lot, but such was just fun competition. Blake does admire her ability to cook and hopes to learn a thing or two from her one day, should he get the opportunity to. |
placeholder ☯ | Leonidas Ajani Windsor | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "A little much for me." | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: While the two of them haven't met beyond what Lola has introduced, Blake is sure that Leo might've heard things about him from Lola. Leo does sport a more adventurous, impulsive personality which is very opposite of what Blake enjoys. But, while he finds a personality such as that to be a little overbearing, he does find respect for him being fun. |
placeholder ♫ | Cassian Asa Lee | ♫ ______________________________________________________ "Cass is similar to his style: very black and white. Still, I respect his honesty even if he’s a little mean sometimes." | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: Blake first met Cassian when he had trouble with his classes. Going into college unprepared with a major that demanded a lot from it’s students, he found himself needing extra help. Cassian began tutoring Blake and eventually they ended up spending more time than intended together. Through the time they’ve known each other, Blake has come to learn about Cassian’s incredibly motivated and brutally honest personality. And amidst these qualities lies Cassian’s genuine nature—a quality that Blake admires most in a person. Now, they stay as good friends; Blake admiring Cassian’s honest and ambitious personality, and Cassian finding a sense of relief when Blake finds ways to pull him from his constant work. |
placeholder ☯ | Connor Adam Kennedy | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "N/A" | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: N/A |
placeholder § | Bastién | Clemént | Bonfamille | § ______________________________________________________ "Not everything can be won by knitted sweaters and blazers." | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: Blake has known Bastién and his family since childhood. The two of them were instilled with a rivalry ever since their family’s began to compare them. They both delve in the arts, classical music accompanied by the extreme wealth of their families has created a stigma of who is more of a golden child. Wealthy families have their way of being passive aggressive and finding new tactics to subtly improve their image—especially by belittling others. Naturally, the two families rivaled each other and used the two, Blake and Bastién, as competition. Now, as they enter the Ivy League college together, Blake has found himself to still hold on to the rivalry by habit. Perhaps things could change. |
placeholder ☯ | Camilla Lopez Hernández | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "N/A" | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: N/A |
placeholder ☯ | Devin D'Artagnan Coal | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "It’s people like Devin that really help to open your eyes—this guy’s got some serious talent." | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: While the two don’t seriously hangout with one another, Blake has found himself admiring him from a distance frequently. Devin has won over Blake’s accreditation through fighting such adversity and honing his talent despite his predicament. It really makes Blake begin to count his blessings, and simultaneously applaud someone for rising above such a struggle. |
placeholder ☯ | Lance Parker Page | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "N/A" | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: N/A |
placeholder ☯ | Lilliana Rose Montgomery | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "N/A" | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: N/A |
placeholder ☯ | Jade Christine Scott | ☯ ______________________________________________________ "N/A" | R E L A T I O N S H I P D E T A I L S: N/A |
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"Well, I'm as excited as I'll ever be for this next semester. Still, though, I just can't keep my mind off of her. Even when I play, I just keep fucking up cuz I can't seem to focus right. Barely even passed my classes last semester. Maybe after the break I'll be able to actually get her to sit down and talk to me. You know, about the deep shit. I'm not sure if it'll work out the way I'm hoping it does, but I'm excited to see her nonetheless—I miss her. I've decided that I'm going to ask her if she wants to go to the drive-in theater with me. I figured it could be a good place to talk, but I don't want to trap her either if she doesn't feel comfortable. Goddamn, I don't think I've ever struggled this much with a girl before. She's worth it, though. . . I'll probably set up some blankets and pillows in the back of the rover and make it real comfortable. I'm sure it'll get all fucked up by the time we even get half way through the movie. Can't say I'd mind that."
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| Appearance & Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Princess Ariadne matches all the beauty of her mother and all the tenacity of her father. She works hard at what she’s tasked to do, but all the while, she is naive and does what she’s told with unwavering obedience. She is of average height and weight for her age, but she is becoming taller and more mature as the days go on. Her golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes add to her sweet innocence, while her smile gives her the playful nature that the people have come to adore. Although, with the disappearance of her mother, she’s left with a broken heart and a lost mind. As the reality of the world begins to rush in to her, she looks to any leader and role model for guidance and answers. Thus, she is easily-swayed to be of benefit to the first person that would come to her. Not yet being taught the many rules and tricks to thriving in a royal courtship, she has much to learn, even with her determination halted. |   ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 14 | ♀ | Heterosexual • Empowered Magical Affinity || Ariadne is the daughter of Queen Anice, giving her a strange, spiritual affinity with magic. While she is far from her true potential of power, the basics of magic has presented itself, leaving Ariadne with several witches as her instructor to help control her abilities. They are unsure if she will share the same capabilities as her mother. • Pleasant Innocence || While this isn’t seen to be as any ability of hers, it is still listed because of her way of swaying people from her innocence and her kindness. Ariadne is a sweet child and has a bright persona about her. While she possesses magic, she rivals it’s natural, sinister theme. |
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| Appearance & Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Lady Thalia is as beautiful as she is powerful. She is one of the most prized witches in their realm, and she has earned the respect of many. She is tall and slender, toned and seductive; with miss-matching eyes that add to her witch-like appearance. She generally sports obscure, dark-colored dresses that are form fitting and flared at the ends to really match the theme of a true witch. Thalia appreciates her beauty, but is more humble than she is vain. What Thalia truly is grateful for is her determination and her quick-learning nature. This has brought her to become powerful and knowledgeable. To add to this, Thalia has come to be very lady-like, charismatic, and honorable from her good deeds. To be a lawful witch is rare, but for Thalia, she seeks more than to just be of reverence with the witches, she seeks true power within a royal court. Lady Thalia’s presence within the Thelan kingdom was questionable at first, but she ultimately had gone to serve the Thelan royal family to teach Princess Ariadne the ways of a witch without the necessity of her leaving the kingdom. Many witches see it as unfair since Ariadne wouldn’t have to undergo the usual trial to enter the mystical swamp of the witches. But Ariadne’s royal heritage, and the bloodline following her mother, has created a shelter around her in which she is sworn to stray from any form of danger. Thalia has a calculated side to her in which she would perform tasks to get what she wants, no matter the obstacle at hand. Thus, Thalia has a devised plan for the coming war. |   ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 45 | ♀ | Pansexual • Magical Affinity & Knowledge || Lady Thalia has the conduits of the next witch or mage, but it’s her knowledge that got her so far with it. Naturally, she is a seeker of power, and she will persevere even when the situation seems impossible. With her vast knowledge of magic, she is capable of a great assortment of spells, and makes a fine teacher. • Black Magic || Black magic is where Lady Thalia truly excels. She is capable of controlling the elements as well as creating enchantments and boons at will. She is most knowledgeable in this, but she does delve into green magic occasionally. • Intelligent || Lady Thalia has an intelligent mind. She is capable of comprehending several complexities and this skill has proven useful as she’s faced with many obstacles that require a keen mind. Thalia goes far in her life because of this skill. |
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You could call it a bit of an obsession, or maybe just head over heels in love. For Blake, he’d call it neither. Love wasn’t something he would throw around freely, nor would he slap that onto his confusion as it’s name, but instead he calls it a massive crush—a strong interest, to say the least. He had all of the symptoms to the resulting craze of desire: checking his phone every minute to see if he had any new messages from her, overanalyzing everything she says and does, playing out each memory he had with her, and even the strong fantasies that came from such a lustful pair. And the lust in particular is how it began, but the simplicity of that isn’t how Blake wants it to continue. For now, he relishes in the chase, finding satisfaction every time she shows even the slightest bit of heightened interest. Perhaps it was the determination embedded in Blake that never allowed him to let go of a challenge, and this is one that comes with far better of a reward than anything else.
Propped against the base of a tree, his eyes were glancing between the sorority house in front of him and the phone in his right hand. In particular, it was the room with the long windows and the nude-colored curtains that sometimes revealed a silhouette moving around in the room. The butterflies rose to the pit of his stomach, knowing he’d finally see Lola Russo for the first time since a few weeks ago. Blake didn’t spend nearly as much time as he’d wanted with Lola over the summer since she had numerous vacations and modeling gigs to travel to. So it was this coming moment that would truly be the kick off to the school year; to finally be able to shoot his shot again at something more with her, uninterrupted.
Blake was able to practice an incredible feat of patience with Lola, finding it totally fine for her to be late or to be spotty in her replies to his messages, but his usual patience dwindled. Since he came to school and moved in, he hadn’t said a word to any of his friends except through messaging and social media. His immediate excitement was her, and he wouldn’t let anyone else get in the way of that.
Antsy, he wrote out his text and sent it:
Ignoring the chiming sound of her phone signaling the arrival of a third text message from the same sender, Lola Russo continued to add the finishing touches to the night’s outfit. In normal circumstances, she wouldn’t be caught dead at The Great Bash-- no matter how many of her Delta Phi Nu sisters would be in attendance. But tonight, she would be doing what everyone would deem impossible: putting her pride and ego aside to spend some time with Blake de Stefano.
It had been nearly two years since Lola and Blake had met during one of the Greek parties at the start of their first semester of freshman year. The chemistry between them had been undeniable: so much so that they’d ended up between the sheets of his bed that same night. She’d been open and honest with him about her lack of desire for a formal relationship from the start, and he’d consented to it without a second thought. Of course, life often found a funny way to throw curveballs at you and mess everything up. The more time they spent together, the more Lola realized that there was a lot more to her ‘agreement’ with Blake than just a couple of hookups a week. Soon they were studying together, going out together, and even having long conversations about their families, their hopes, their dreams and their separate futures. It wasn’t too hard for the young woman to realize the defenses she’d put in place to protect her heart were slowly starting to come down. And in a scared attempt to regain control of her feelings, she’d pulled away during Meadow University’s summer break.
Lola had occupied her time between her parents, her modeling career and luxurious vacation trips with 27 year-old Florida businessman Harrison Cross. All of these had proven to be extremely effective in filling up her schedule: two weeks with her parents in Los Angeles, photoshoots in New York, a trip to Turks and Caicos, a catwalk in Milan, and so on… But no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts went back to Blake the second she found herself completely alone with her thoughts.
After a half hour standing in front of the mirror examining every small detail, the young woman was finally satisfied with her appearance. Letting out a deep sigh, Lola grabbed her small Chanel purse from her bed, stuffed her keys, phone, wallet and lipstick inside and made her way out the Delta house, where the man in question stood waiting for her at the base of a nearby tree. And as hard as she tried to conceal it, there was no denying the way her eyes lit up and how her heart rate sped up when she saw him.
“If you harass me like that again, I swear I’m blocking your ass from any and all forms of digital contact you could have with me,” the blonde drawled as she approached the young man. “And I mean it.” In normal circumstances, Lola would do good on her word. But tonight, she was just joking around, and made it clear to Blake by shooting him a smile and wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug.
She was quiet for a moment, taking in the delicious, spicy scent of his cologne and relishing in the feeling of being in his arms again. But a rather impulsive move, Lola pulled away from the embrace long enough to press her lips against Blake’s and in a deep kiss. She knew she would never be able to tell him just how much she’d missed him outright, but maybe her actions would be able to convey the message.
By the time she’d finally made her way out the door, Blake began to second guess himself. Was his hair styled to perfection? Was his black t-shirt hugging his muscles too tight to the point that he came off as arrogant? He looked it over, from the gold chain wrapped around his neck, to the denim jeans that sat ruffled over his white Nike’s. He shook his head—he never cared about his appearance this much. But it was the playful ire of her tone, joyfully recognizable to him, that broke his trance of self-criticism.
Blake gave a shot at his devilish half-smirk that usually sold the girls, but it was a failed attempt. What was a half-smirk turned into a big cheesing smile; the one that makes the corner of his eyes wrinkle and the dimples in his cheeks to cave deeper. He let out a chuckle of excitement, jogging to close the gap faster than her strides would allow. In the moment, her words nearly went over his head, stunned by her beauty and her strut, even in the dim glow of the moonlight and the brightness of the sorority house beaming from behind her. He was used to it though: focusing extra hard when he was with her to comprehend what she would say in between gawking at her appearance.
It was her initiation of a tight hug that shot the butterflies from his stomach and out of his mouth in the form of a joyful screech. Though his tone was deep and masculine, he felt like a little boy in the moment—lifting her with ease, desperate to release the euphoria he felt in the moment. Cutely childish, but genuine.
“I missed—,” he started, but was cut off with her kiss; and the euphoria crashed like an ocean wave, brilliant and sparkling. The kiss lasted long, but never quite long enough to truly satisfy him. Blake left his lips close, his forehead pressed against hers with his hands around her waist, his fingers nearly touching from holding the mid of her hourglass.
“I’ve been waiting here for a little while, you know. I guess you just really know how to drive me crazy.” And the half-smirk resurfaced.
"You would think that after nearly two years you'd know better than to assume I'd be ready on time." Lola replied with a shrug and that heartfelt smile still on her face, playfully biting her lip when Blake's half-smirk made her heart race.
He chuckled softly, “You’re right. Maybe I should’ve just. . . gone inside and. . .,” his voice trailed off, one hand running down the curve of her hip and the other brushing through her hair, his lips finding the sweet spot in her neck to give her a light kiss.
The combination of Blake's husky tone, his teasing touch and his warm lips on her neck was always guaranteed to cover her skin in goosebumps and increase her growing hunger for him. If he was serious about making it to that party on time, then he knew that playing with fire wasn't the way to go. But with how little interest Lola had about attending, she wouldn't deter him from getting what they've both wanted for so long.
"With how much you've been begging to see me, I thought that would be the first thing you'd do to me…" she said in the kittenish tone she knew drove him crazy.
Whether it was Blake’s naturally high sex drive or Lola’s intense charm he had over him, it was with such simplicity that he’d be easily arroused by her. By now, she knew all the tips and tricks to really get him going. Collectively, with her seduction and the way she knew how to maximize his desire, she became irresistible. Blake’s smirk fell, his expression fading into a lustful one where his gaze met hers, his eyes full of a burning crave to have his way with her. She was absolutely right.
Blake leaned down to her ear, a warm whisper tickling her ear between his even breaths, “Well then we better get inside before I start ripping your clothes off in public.” Instinctively, he lifted her. His hands were holding her thighs that were wrapped around his waist, carrying her without effort. Lola’s hair fell forward as he moved to kiss her hard, with less innocence and more eroticism. His restless steps eagerly made his way to the door.
Propped against the base of a tree, his eyes were glancing between the sorority house in front of him and the phone in his right hand. In particular, it was the room with the long windows and the nude-colored curtains that sometimes revealed a silhouette moving around in the room. The butterflies rose to the pit of his stomach, knowing he’d finally see Lola Russo for the first time since a few weeks ago. Blake didn’t spend nearly as much time as he’d wanted with Lola over the summer since she had numerous vacations and modeling gigs to travel to. So it was this coming moment that would truly be the kick off to the school year; to finally be able to shoot his shot again at something more with her, uninterrupted.
Blake was able to practice an incredible feat of patience with Lola, finding it totally fine for her to be late or to be spotty in her replies to his messages, but his usual patience dwindled. Since he came to school and moved in, he hadn’t said a word to any of his friends except through messaging and social media. His immediate excitement was her, and he wouldn’t let anyone else get in the way of that.
Antsy, he wrote out his text and sent it:
“I’m outside babe, lets gooooooooo.”
Ignoring the chiming sound of her phone signaling the arrival of a third text message from the same sender, Lola Russo continued to add the finishing touches to the night’s outfit. In normal circumstances, she wouldn’t be caught dead at The Great Bash-- no matter how many of her Delta Phi Nu sisters would be in attendance. But tonight, she would be doing what everyone would deem impossible: putting her pride and ego aside to spend some time with Blake de Stefano.
It had been nearly two years since Lola and Blake had met during one of the Greek parties at the start of their first semester of freshman year. The chemistry between them had been undeniable: so much so that they’d ended up between the sheets of his bed that same night. She’d been open and honest with him about her lack of desire for a formal relationship from the start, and he’d consented to it without a second thought. Of course, life often found a funny way to throw curveballs at you and mess everything up. The more time they spent together, the more Lola realized that there was a lot more to her ‘agreement’ with Blake than just a couple of hookups a week. Soon they were studying together, going out together, and even having long conversations about their families, their hopes, their dreams and their separate futures. It wasn’t too hard for the young woman to realize the defenses she’d put in place to protect her heart were slowly starting to come down. And in a scared attempt to regain control of her feelings, she’d pulled away during Meadow University’s summer break.
Lola had occupied her time between her parents, her modeling career and luxurious vacation trips with 27 year-old Florida businessman Harrison Cross. All of these had proven to be extremely effective in filling up her schedule: two weeks with her parents in Los Angeles, photoshoots in New York, a trip to Turks and Caicos, a catwalk in Milan, and so on… But no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts went back to Blake the second she found herself completely alone with her thoughts.
After a half hour standing in front of the mirror examining every small detail, the young woman was finally satisfied with her appearance. Letting out a deep sigh, Lola grabbed her small Chanel purse from her bed, stuffed her keys, phone, wallet and lipstick inside and made her way out the Delta house, where the man in question stood waiting for her at the base of a nearby tree. And as hard as she tried to conceal it, there was no denying the way her eyes lit up and how her heart rate sped up when she saw him.
“If you harass me like that again, I swear I’m blocking your ass from any and all forms of digital contact you could have with me,” the blonde drawled as she approached the young man. “And I mean it.” In normal circumstances, Lola would do good on her word. But tonight, she was just joking around, and made it clear to Blake by shooting him a smile and wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug.
She was quiet for a moment, taking in the delicious, spicy scent of his cologne and relishing in the feeling of being in his arms again. But a rather impulsive move, Lola pulled away from the embrace long enough to press her lips against Blake’s and in a deep kiss. She knew she would never be able to tell him just how much she’d missed him outright, but maybe her actions would be able to convey the message.
By the time she’d finally made her way out the door, Blake began to second guess himself. Was his hair styled to perfection? Was his black t-shirt hugging his muscles too tight to the point that he came off as arrogant? He looked it over, from the gold chain wrapped around his neck, to the denim jeans that sat ruffled over his white Nike’s. He shook his head—he never cared about his appearance this much. But it was the playful ire of her tone, joyfully recognizable to him, that broke his trance of self-criticism.
Blake gave a shot at his devilish half-smirk that usually sold the girls, but it was a failed attempt. What was a half-smirk turned into a big cheesing smile; the one that makes the corner of his eyes wrinkle and the dimples in his cheeks to cave deeper. He let out a chuckle of excitement, jogging to close the gap faster than her strides would allow. In the moment, her words nearly went over his head, stunned by her beauty and her strut, even in the dim glow of the moonlight and the brightness of the sorority house beaming from behind her. He was used to it though: focusing extra hard when he was with her to comprehend what she would say in between gawking at her appearance.
It was her initiation of a tight hug that shot the butterflies from his stomach and out of his mouth in the form of a joyful screech. Though his tone was deep and masculine, he felt like a little boy in the moment—lifting her with ease, desperate to release the euphoria he felt in the moment. Cutely childish, but genuine.
“I missed—,” he started, but was cut off with her kiss; and the euphoria crashed like an ocean wave, brilliant and sparkling. The kiss lasted long, but never quite long enough to truly satisfy him. Blake left his lips close, his forehead pressed against hers with his hands around her waist, his fingers nearly touching from holding the mid of her hourglass.
“I’ve been waiting here for a little while, you know. I guess you just really know how to drive me crazy.” And the half-smirk resurfaced.
"You would think that after nearly two years you'd know better than to assume I'd be ready on time." Lola replied with a shrug and that heartfelt smile still on her face, playfully biting her lip when Blake's half-smirk made her heart race.
He chuckled softly, “You’re right. Maybe I should’ve just. . . gone inside and. . .,” his voice trailed off, one hand running down the curve of her hip and the other brushing through her hair, his lips finding the sweet spot in her neck to give her a light kiss.
The combination of Blake's husky tone, his teasing touch and his warm lips on her neck was always guaranteed to cover her skin in goosebumps and increase her growing hunger for him. If he was serious about making it to that party on time, then he knew that playing with fire wasn't the way to go. But with how little interest Lola had about attending, she wouldn't deter him from getting what they've both wanted for so long.
"With how much you've been begging to see me, I thought that would be the first thing you'd do to me…" she said in the kittenish tone she knew drove him crazy.
Whether it was Blake’s naturally high sex drive or Lola’s intense charm he had over him, it was with such simplicity that he’d be easily arroused by her. By now, she knew all the tips and tricks to really get him going. Collectively, with her seduction and the way she knew how to maximize his desire, she became irresistible. Blake’s smirk fell, his expression fading into a lustful one where his gaze met hers, his eyes full of a burning crave to have his way with her. She was absolutely right.
Blake leaned down to her ear, a warm whisper tickling her ear between his even breaths, “Well then we better get inside before I start ripping your clothes off in public.” Instinctively, he lifted her. His hands were holding her thighs that were wrapped around his waist, carrying her without effort. Lola’s hair fell forward as he moved to kiss her hard, with less innocence and more eroticism. His restless steps eagerly made his way to the door.
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