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The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story (Rebooted!)

Aaliyah Zaire AKA Gress

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"I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list."

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Alias
Gress

Nicknames
Lia, Allie, Sunflower

Age
17

Gender
Female

Personality

Aaliyah is a bit of a perfectionist, always wanting things to be a certain way and being able to control her own world so to speak. She can be stubborn, headstrong, and extremely determined in some situations and for the times she isn’t, well, it would be hard for most to tell when those times are without being closer to her to see through the mask. The reason being that she just grins through the pain be it physical or emotional and tries to keep up a front. It is mostly because she deeply cares for others around her and would rather they not worry. She is kind, compassionate, and polite to everyone she meets. She will always try to be the first one to think positively or look for a better solution to a problem. Deep down, she is still exploring more of who she is and finding herself. She was never allowed to fully be who she was, always trying to live up to others' idea of how she should act so now she wants to just be her even if that ends up being problematic.

Appearance

Long wavy chocolate colored hair falls to the mid of her back, layered to lightly frame up against the tanned skin of her cheeks with fringed bangs. The gentle features of her face show a pair of doe-like eyes that are an amber whiskey brown in color, a petite nose, and full rosy lips that usually are curved into a smile or small smirk. She stands about 5’7, tall enough as they say but not anything impressive by any means but all her height mostly comes from her long legs. She has soft hourglass curves and is quite ample in certain areas though she doesn't really notice herself. Her limbs, although more lean than athletic bulk in way of looks, are actually quite strong from years of gymnastics and training to protect herself.

Aaliyah has a pretty laid back and casual style, fine with just jeans/leggings and whatever shirt she grabbed that morning. She doesn't mind showing a bit of skin, confident with her looks but it is usually reserved for tank tops, off the shoulder shirts, or shorts since skirts/dresses are too free flowing. She has no trouble adjusting dress code to fit a current occasion if something else is needed, but otherwise comfy all the way since that is her jive. The only loose or baggy items she wears are usually hoodies/jackets.

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Cape Appearance

When requesting a design, she really pushed the Fashionista to the limit with the offer in creating an outfit. She even waited weeks longer than most in hoping to see the completion and it paid off in her opinion. It took a bit of more tinker flare to do so but she is forever grateful to be able to free up more possibility with her powers due to the design. Her boots and gloves are made special to withstand impact from greater than average falls without damage to her body. Everything has their limits of course but this gives her a greater chance if unsafe maneuvers are needed. In addition, a mask was made to support her in different environments such as water but is weak to gas attack since some things are easier to filter than others, just like any normal gas mask.

Biography

Aaliyah doesn’t remember much from the younger years of her childhood. According to her adoptive parents, the accident that resulted in her becoming orphaned also is the reason for her memory gap but it could also be blamed on how young she was. She tries not to speak of it and will generally avoid questioning into her past as she doesn’t wish to upset her parents on such a sensitive subject. Other than that unfortunate experience, she has had a relatively normal childhood. She grew up in a nice neighborhood, white picket fences with friendly neighbors and her parents were always there to support her in being her best self. They made sure that she worked hard to be the perfect student, that she was always polite or well mannered, and were active in her daily activities and new interests as to curb any bad habits. Did they tend to be overprotective and a kind of pair helicopter parents? Sure. Were they embarrassing as well as frustrating? Yeah, but they just wanted her to be the best. It wasn’t their fault that they went overboard sometimes and were domineering. It just meant she needed to work harder so they wouldn’t have to worry as much.

They could be a bit strict or overbearing by some peoples standards, a fact she had learned once she finally went to public school during her last year of highschool instead of being homeschooled. A lot of the teens were allowed privileges that she was not but her parents always had reasonable explanations for wanting her to avoid certain things or rejecting her wishes. She was far too busy with studying and doing extracurricular activities to do those kinds of silly things anyway or at least that is what she told herself. It wasn’t like they didn’t reward her for a job well done and they always tried to shower her with affection. It just was sometimes she wanted to make the wrong choice and learn things for herself. She just wanted a sliver of freedom. Instead, she grinned and bore it, that’s how you get through difficult times or challenges after all.

It wasn’t until the trigger that everything seemed to turn on its head, a real change of pace. For the first time, she felt real freedom and rushed to grasp it. She didn’t waste a moment to pack up her things and hit the road, wanting to find her own place in the world. It was a struggle at first since she didn’t have much in the way of money and certainly didn’t have a place to stay but she wasn’t going back. The streets became her new home for a while, a few good people taking pity on her now and then. It was rough but nothing she wouldn’t have chosen to do again if she had the chance for a do-over. It was a month or so into homelessness that she heard of the Ward Initiative. Aaliyah instantly made her way there, being one of the first willing volunteers. She was not only desperate but she truly wanted to do something good and help those in need. She wanted to be a part of something greater than herself.

Powers/Skills

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Main Class Sub-Class
MOVER BLASTER/THINKER
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Aaliyah can create two interconnecting portals of various sizes to any desired location for the transport of people/objects. However, the more people or objects the portal takes in means more energy to keep the portal open and stable as they do so. The same goes for how big the portal is and the distance involved. One person is easy to maintain, distance hardly a factor though it is easier if she has been there before or seen at least a detailed picture of the location. The more people/objects you add, the less distance it is safe to travel without failure.

Think of it like an elevator, there is a max…keep filling it up past the point then the elevator breaks down, only this one doesn’t come with a repair service and stopping isn’t an option. It means very bad things can happen during a collapse. It could be as simple as being dropped somewhere between the destinations, it could mean being flung somewhere and hoping to land nicely or are not too high up, or could mean leaving parts behind which is the only nice way of putting it. Point is, neither she nor those joining want to have this happen.

Objects are of less importance during a collapse but it still isn’t helpful to have lost objects scattered about or falling from random places. She usually only uses objects as projectiles which means a lot of speed and gravity goes into it so it could be worrisome if a portal doesn’t hold.

An active portal is an active portal, meaning she doesn’t have a choice on what or who wants to go in. If it’s open then anyone or anything is free to transverse from one side to the other. This can be good or bad depending. It is why she has to keep full concentration on what she is doing and adjust accordingly to the surprise.

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•Acrobatic
She has done gymnastics from a very young age and kept with it throughout the years, only recently pausing for a bit because of her home situation. She knows how to push her body to the limits without injuring herself and has built endurance and stamina. The years of training have also made her flexible, strong, and developed faster reflexes.

•Martial Arts
She is mostly self taught, this very much frowned upon by her parents so she kept it up in secret. She did take a few official training classes here and there so she definitely isn’t totally defenseless. She is no where near a master level and needs much more training to gain her full potential. She is fantastic at dodging and tries to use her opponent strength against them.

•Drawing/Art
She is extremely good at art in general and could have easily taken up a career in this field if she wanted. She loves to draw and design, mostly landscapes but every now and then she will just doodle what is around her. It helps keep her calm and clear her mind.

•Acting
If she was lying/acting than one would never know it. She can spout a lie or spin a tale without so much as a raise in heart rate. She is quick on her feet and slips into roles like wearing a new pair of shoes.

Other
• Is claustrophobic and not very fond of the dark
• She is excellent at lock-picking but doesn’t really need the skill anymore
• She has multiple scars on her body

Shapeshifting is kinda cool? It’s hard to pick lol

The Star-Breakers

Luirae Driani

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"Unfortunately, you cannot logic your way through emotion."

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Name:
Luirae Driani

Nicknames/Titles:
Rae

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Ship Role:
Doctor

Race:
Cristallum [more details in bio]

bullet points

• Slightly bioluminescent skin/hair, the colors in the crystalline sections shifting as energy flows through it
• The crystalline markings on their bodies are soft like skin but in times of danger or when feeling threatened, it hardens into a natural stone like armor. There are many weak points that do not shift or change. The armor can also still be broken with enough force as well.
• The species has two hearts, one with a flow of energy and another that works much like a human heart for blood flow
• Being underground, they are sensitive to light but the more exposure means it is easier to get used to it
• Their eyes have developed in such a way that they can shift vision to see the inner workings of others' anatomy but this comes at the cost of all other surroundings to be blinded.
• Species also has slight regenerate properties. Only superficial wounds will be healed rapidly. The more damage that has to grow back the longer it takes and not everything can be fixed if destroyed which can lead to death. In a healing state, they are far weaker than normal and unable to use their normal defensive armor depending on the damage done.
• Highly resistant to cold
• Extremely logical society, emotions frowned upon
• They make very little connections and most major connections are those with the same jobs or the mate chosen by the elders
• Shuns technology in favor of simple village life

Personality:
She isn't one to back down from a challenge and always put her all into everything she does. Rae can be stubborn, rash, and blunt but she is also kind and sweet, trying to be supportive in her own way. If you are lucky enough to get close to her and gain her trust, then she has unbreakable loyalty. She is the kind of being that would give up her life if it meant protecting others. She would literally give the shirt off her back if it were to help another. Sometimes she can be oblivious to certain things, misunderstanding words/phrases, or doesn't understand certain types of emotions but it is only because of her background where there weren't many emotions. Plus, English isn’t exactly her first language so it can hopefully be forgiven.

Biography:

Rae was born on the planet of Pluvia, a world covered in ice and snow, a vast wasteland of endless white and jutted glaciers at first glance. If you were trapped there, it would hold nothing but blizzards and large blocks of hail that fall from a never-ending storm. The clouds only clear once every year, letting the two moons circling her home planet to shine through and light up the snow causing something special to happen. Glowing flowers called Farafell bloom, only lasting one night but it is the only time her people see the surface and sky of their home though it is not because of the frigid temperatures but because it is more pleasant to live by other means.

You see, her planet's true home is actually on the inside. They live in various tunnels that connect to different caves, each one uniquely different from the last but most are covered with lush strange plant life and animals adapted to the land above as well as below. The only source of natural light they have are certain bugs as well as spores that the trees release at certain times every day. It is the only true passage of time for them. They live a simple life, the people not having much in the way of technology and not really showing a need for it. Highly intelligent, they could have upgraded but it seemed to be easier to continue in the old ways.

The Cristallum don't keep their children past the age of 4 so most parents aren't attached to their children or share a bond. It is for this reason that Rae finds it a strange concept to have people support her or be there for her since she is not used to it from her own kind. The Cristallum species chooses your job and then you are trained till you are of age to do the job assigned. It is all very official and not a lot of emotion is put into things but that is just their way. They are not mean or cruel, just too logical and try to be kind to all they meet (which is not many) unless they are given a reason to attack. None of her race have left home since it is almost impossible for flight, in or out and everyone always has a place to belong which never gives them a reason to want to leave. They also shun the advancement of technology in favor of goddesses, shamans, and village life.

Rae felt she could be more and do more than what she was ordered/‘destined’ so she took her chances by learning the technologies from the outside world and used the broken parts of fallen ships to make one of her own, leaving on the one day when the sky was clear....the festival of the blooming Farafell. It wasn't long before she took on a job to be a bounty hunter when an officer of the law saw her defend herself from a being almost five times her size. It wasn't the perfect job and not really one she enjoyed but at least it was something since she was starting from scratch. After a few years on the job, Rae was starting to feel stuck in one spot again and it was miserable to be catching people only to have them being put who knows where. Instead, she switched to focusing on medicine, wanting to be able to help people and even save them. Being a bounty hunter meant always being alone which didn't pull her out of her quiet shell and lack of understanding seemed to put her in more trouble with others.

The change in her life had brought about more than just her happiness but taught Rae about things she couldn't learn in class. Going to school and being around so many people where communication was necessary made her build confidence and allowed her to understand some emotions and things such as friendship though she was still lacking in many areas, at least she was more aware about the worry of upsetting others. After graduating early, she joined the Star-Breakers so she could explore the universe. She hoped to be a beacon to others that came from situations like her own, being able to leave for a different path of they so choose.

Powers/Skills:

• Her eyes have the unique trait to look through the body of others if she so chooses and see straight to the bone, organs, muscles or tendons depending on what she prefers to see. This is one of the reasons she was a bounty hunter seeing as how this little gift gave her the edge of having a perfect accuracy to knock out her opponent or get the upper hand in battle but on the brighter side, it helps her be the good doctor she is. (She can only look through bodies, everything else appears black or dark in this mode of vision)
• The crystalline markings on her body are soft like skin but in times of danger or when feeling threatened, it hardens into a natural stone like armor. There are many weak points that do not shift or change. The armor can also still be broken with enough force as well.
• Slight regeneration properties
• Proficient in archery, hand to hand combat, and sharp shooting
• Decent tracker/investigator but she is sure there are much better than her out there
• Has extensive medical knowledge about commonly known species

Equipment:
Elemental dual pistols or special bow/arrows. The bow has a specially made string that connects into the middle when a certain button is pressed. It activates a high powered magnet to keep the metal holder for the old string in place but can be disconnected before activating a high powered laser as the "new" string for close combat. She also keeps a portable medic kit at all times when they are not on the ship.

Other:

• Has a love for plants of all kinds but usually only keeps medically helpful ones around.
• Plays music here and there. Most say the instrument sounds like an electric violin, whatever that is.

The Star-Breakers

@Mintz

Yeah yeah, I had to go and PM you first XD

I’ll move it on over now

The Star-Breakers

Luirae Driani

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"Unfortunately, you cannot logic your way through emotion."

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Name:
Luirae Driani

Nicknames/Titles:
Rae

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Ship Role:
Doctor

Race:
Cristallum [more details in bio]

bullet points

• Slightly bioluminescent skin/hair, the colors in the crystalline sections shifting as energy flows through it
• The crystalline markings on their bodies are soft like skin but in times of danger or when feeling threatened, it hardens into a natural stone like armor. There are many weak points that do not shift or change. The armor can also still be broken with enough force as well.
• The species has two hearts, one with a flow of energy and another that works much like a human heart for blood flow
• Being underground, they are sensitive to light but the more exposure means it is easier to get used to it
• Their eyes have developed in such a way that they can shift vision to see the inner workings of others' anatomy but this comes at the cost of all other surroundings to be blinded.
• Highly resistant to cold
• Extremely logical society, emotions frowned upon
• They make very little connections and most major connections are those with the same jobs or the mate chosen by the elders
• Shuns technology in favor of simple village life

Personality:
She isn't one to back down from a challenge and always put her all into everything she does. Rae can be stubborn, rash, and blunt but she is also kind and sweet, trying to be supportive in her own way. If you are lucky enough to get close to her and gain her trust, then she has unbreakable loyalty. She is the kind of being that would give up her life if it meant protecting others. She would literally give the shirt off her back if it were to help another. Sometimes she can be oblivious to certain things, misunderstanding words/phrases, or doesn't understand certain types of emotions but it is only because of her background where there weren't many emotions. Plus, English isn’t exactly her first language so it can hopefully be forgiven.

Biography:

Rae was born on the planet of Pluvia, a world covered in ice and snow, a vast wasteland of endless white and jutted glaciers at first glance. If you were trapped there, it would hold nothing but blizzards and large blocks of hail that fall from a never-ending storm. The clouds only clear once every year, letting the two moons circling her home planet to shine through and light up the snow causing something special to happen. Glowing flowers called Farafell bloom, only lasting one night but it is the only time her people see the surface and sky of their home though it is not because of the frigid temperatures but because it is more pleasant to live by other means.

You see, her planet's true home is actually on the inside. They live in various tunnels that connect to different caves, each one uniquely different from the last but most are covered with lush strange plant life and animals adapted to the land above as well as below. The only source of natural light they have are certain bugs as well as spores that the trees release at certain times every day. It is the only true passage of time for them. They live a simple life, the people not having much in the way of technology and not really showing a need for it. Highly intelligent, they could have upgraded but it seemed to be easier to continue in the old ways.

The Cristallum don't keep their children past the age of 4 so most parents aren't attached to their children or share a bond. It is for this reason that Rae finds it a strange concept to have people support her or be there for her since she is not used to it from her own kind. The Cristallum species chooses your job and then you are trained till you are of age to do the job assigned. It is all very official and not a lot of emotion is put into things but that is just their way. They are not mean or cruel, just too logical and try to be kind to all they meet (which is not many) unless they are given a reason to attack. None of her race have left home since it is almost impossible for flight, in or out and everyone always has a place to belong which never gives them a reason to want to leave. They also shun the advancement of technology in favor of goddesses, shamans, and village life.

Rae felt she could be more and do more than what she was ordered/‘destined’ so she took her chances by learning the technologies from the outside world and used the broken parts of fallen ships to make one of her own, leaving on the one day when the sky was clear....the festival of the blooming Farafell. It wasn't long before she took on a job to be a bounty hunter when an officer of the law saw her defend herself from a being almost five times her size. It wasn't the perfect job and not really one she enjoyed but at least it was something since she was starting from scratch. After a few years on the job, Rae was starting to feel stuck in one spot again and it was miserable to be catching people only to have them being put who knows where. Instead, she switched to focusing on medicine, wanting to be able to help people and even save them. Being a bounty hunter meant always being alone which didn't pull her out of her quiet shell and lack of understanding seemed to put her in more trouble with others.

The change in her life had brought about more than just her happiness but taught Rae about things she couldn't learn in class. Going to school and being around so many people where communication was necessary made her build confidence and allowed her to understand some emotions and things such as friendship though she was still lacking in many areas, at least she was more aware about the worry of upsetting others. After graduating early, she joined the Star-Breakers so she could explore the universe. She hoped to be a beacon to others that came from situations like her own, being able to leave for a different path of they so choose.

Powers/Skills:

• Her eyes have the unique trait to look through the body of others if she so chooses and see straight to the bone, organs, muscles or tendons depending on what she prefers to see. This is one of the reasons she was a bounty hunter seeing as how this little gift gave her the edge of having a perfect accuracy to knock out her opponent or get the upper hand in battle but on the brighter side, it helps her be the good doctor she is. (She can only look through bodies, everything else appears black or dark in this mode of vision)
• The crystalline markings on her body are soft like skin but in times of danger or when feeling threatened, it hardens into a natural stone like armor. There are many weak points that do not shift or change. The armor can also still be broken with enough force as well.
• Proficient in archery, hand to hand combat, and sharp shooting
• Decent tracker/investigator but she is sure there are much better than her out there
• Has extensive medical knowledge about commonly known species

Equipment:
Elemental dual pistols or special bow/arrows. The bow has a specially made string that connects into the middle when a certain button is pressed. It activates a high powered magnet to keep the metal holder for the old string in place but can be disconnected before activating a high powered laser as the "new" string for close combat. She also keeps a portable medic kit at all times when they are not on the ship.

Other:

• Has a love for plants of all kinds but usually only keeps medically helpful ones around.
• Plays music here and there. Most say the instrument sounds like an electric violin, whatever that is.

Here is my submission :3

The Star-Breakers

You already know I’m in.

[Raising hand for doctor if we need one >.>]

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

_{location: Sinful Temptations
interactions: Fenrir | Psyche
mentions: Eros}

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The wolf was in a good mood. It was rare that he met anyone who could give his thieves back as good as they handed out. Even rarer still for that person to be downright gorgeous. He'd need to ask Tlaz about the bartender next time he saw her. How rude of her to keep such a gem from him.

But he had another goddess on his mind right now. Fenrir hadn't attended the festival and he knew someone else who wouldn't have either. He wanted to check in on her, knowing she often pulled herself away from such events for fear of facing love. So after he'd left the Jade Jaguar he'd headed over to her bakery. Only partly motivated by the rumbling of his stomach. Who could blame him? He and his pack of thieves practically lived there.

The sun was just beginning to set, casting crimson and vermilion tones across the sky. An occasional droplet of rain fell atop his dark mop of hair but it was to be expected...it was Seattle afterall. A smile darted across his face as he approached the bakery, it was always a welcoming sight and he could still catch the lingering scents of baked goods. He sniffed eagerly like the wolf he had once been. With a skip in his step, he approached the door. Resting a hand against the frame, he rapped briskly hoping that Psyche would be there.

The noise pulled her attention to the front, halting her dough making process as she started wiping her floured hands onto her apron while heading out of the kitchen. Distracted by the prepping checklist in her mind for the next day and the after tidying up bit, she hadn’t quite looked up yet as she began to speak the normal spiel for those kind of customers that couldn’t read a sign. ”I’m sorry but we’re…Fen!!!”, but that line of words died when she saw who in fact it was as she glanced up and pure delight lit up on her features along with a dazzling smile. She threw open the door, waving him in quickly, ”Come in! Come in! I didn’t think I would get the pleasure of seeing you today. How are you? You didn’t walk in all that rain did you?!? Have you had dinner yet? If not I can make you something but I did save some of those pastries you love so much.”

She continued to chat with him while making her way back to the kitchen as she spoke, Psyche knowing she was free to continue her work while also having the best of company. One of those that didn’t walk on eggshells around her or give pity looks which she greatly appreciated. He was here usually for good food and sometimes juicy goss to share which she would never pass up.

“I like walking in the rain. It feels nice on my fur--I mean skin.” Fenrir laughed at his slip of the tongue, a bright smile to match her own lighting up his face as he followed her into the kitchen. “I haven’t eaten and I would kill for a pastry. No-one else makes them as good as you.” He stopped beside her, happily slinging an arm around her shoulders as he had done with his sisters earlier that day. The wolf pulled her in for a side hug that he suspected she would need, head easily resting atop her own given their differences in height. “Did you know you are an absolute gem Psyche? Because you are. An absolute gem.”

”Well, a tiger can’t change its stripes as they say so I guess that would make sense. Just don’t go getting a cold on me cause I won’t be babying you….okay, maybe I will a little bit but you should be careful. You are a bit lacking in fur nowadays after all.”, she replied, glad he was still doing the things he loved without letting anything hold him back. She knew he missed out on a lot and she did want her friend's happiness. He deserved nothing less after what he had gone through. ”Oh stop, you’ll make it go straight to my head. I’m sure there are better chefs and bakers than me.”, she chuckled before pulling out the packaged pastries and placing them out. She leaned into the sudden side hug, giving one in return and grateful for it. This time of year was always rough for her, reminding her continuously of the fall and all she lacked. The deep seeded loneliness clawing at her, the same one that Eros had saved her from originally. ”I don’t know about all that…but, it is nice to hear. Enough about me though, what made you come to surprise visit today?”, she asked, pulling away before tears tried to build up at the sweet and kind words of her friend. He always seemed to sense when she needed a pick me up. Psyche wondered if it was left over animal instinct sometimes.

"It took me a long time to get used to having no fur. You guys are so naked." Fenrir frowned down at himself as if once again surprised by his human form. "So weird…" He shook his head as she pulled away, sensing the ever so subtle change in her disposition. He hated that she had to suffer so and it took a lot of self-control not to throw Eros off the nearest skyrise. "I came here to see you of course! I missed my friend and well…I knew you wouldn't be at the festival. You never are." His sharp blue eyes looked down at her fondly, full of their usual watchfulness but softer, calmer. "Though something happened." Fenrir paused, desperately not wanting to break the news to her. She was so loving to everyone, he knew it would hurt her deeply. Taking a deep breath, he leant back against the countertop, arms folded across his chest. "Two people, two gods, died…"

Psyche felt herself tremble, physically sitting herself down at one of the island stools as she wasn’t sure she could keep standing with news like that. She looked to Fen, tears spilling over and sliding down her cheeks for the ones lost and those that were grieving, not even knowing who they belonged to. She had been mortal once, the thought that she might have or possibly would die was a lot less frightening as she would imagine this was for everyone else who had never had to really face that fact unless they chose to since the fall. She opened her mouth to ask more when a hideous thought popped into her head, her words choking as fear crawled into her chest. What if? She felt panic, rapidly standing so fast that it knocked the chair over as she lightly gripped the wolf’s arm. Psyche summoned all of her courage, steeling herself and actually able to keep some strength to her voice as she spoke, ”It wasn’t him, right!? Please!…Please…tell me which immortals?”

Fenrir took her hand between his own, clasping his fingers tightly around the soft skin. He could feel her trembling. "Sorry, I should've been more specific. He's very much alive as far as I'm aware." His eyes narrowed a little as he spoke of the god of love and passion. If he actually was dead then maybe Psyche would be able to move on with her life and be happy. Wishful thinking perhaps. "It was Hades and Perses kids…Macaria and Zagreus. I wasn't there so I don't know all the details but I think they suspect foul play." His shoulders shrugged not in a movement of indifference but of uncertainty. "But!" He added quickly, "I'm sure they'll figure it out and we'll all be grand!" The wolf attempted a smile, though even for one so adept at deceit, he had always found it hard to fake his emotions around Psyche.

She cried harder as she felt a flood of relief soothe her frayed nerves and the twist of knots that filled her guts. Persephone and her were not on the best of terms, their start a rocky one at best but she would never wish this on anyone. No mother should have to bury a child let alone two. Her heart went out to her but she wasn’t sure how she could help or even if it would be appropriate to do so. Psyche tried to wipe her tears away with her free hand, not ready to let go of Fen’s own yet as it was a nice comfort. She looked up at him during his last comment, squeezing his hand before speaking softly. ”It’s okay to be worried. You know, I’m here for you and we will all try to figure this out but it’s still okay to be worried about the ones you love….Now, you have told me the bad news, where is my good news?”, Psyche asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Good news?" Fenrir shot her a wry grin. He was as keen as Psyche to stop talking about such sorrowful matters, especially if it halted her tears. "Oh I don't know…" He pulled a face of mock concentration, a hand moving to rake through his thick hair. "Well I did meet someone at the JJ earlier. Had to go and deal with Fruitcake…he'd been upsetting the wrong people as per usual." He let out a half-laugh though it lacked his usual humour. As a rule Fenrir tried to look after his thieves but that one was nothing but bad news. "But yeah, she was pretty hot." The wolf shrugged as if there was nothing more to say on the matter.

”That boy, always getting into such trouble! You really do give him too many chances but hey, meeting someone new is always nice. Did you ask her on a date or is this more a romp in the sheets and move on kinda thing? Cause if it is the dating kind, then you have to bring her here so I can give you two an amazing date night….and also secretly judge because you deserve the best!” She chuckled softly with a weak smile, giving her friend a nudge before trying to push away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. She looked at her phone, biting her lip lightly and glancing at Fen before nervously playing with her fingers. ”Speaking of too many chances…I can’t just turn off how I feel about Eros but um, well, I’ve been chatting with a mortal online. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want it to be a thing but I…he seems really nice and..do you think I should give it a shot? Like online date or maybe asking them on a real date? We have been chatting for months and I thought, maybe this would be a good chance to try to, I don’t know, move on?”

Fen looked nothing short of perplexed. He hadn't considered any of those things. He hadn't really considered much besides the fact that she was both extremely good-looking and very capable of holding her own. Shaking his head, he couldn't help but let out a bark of a laugh. "Damn Psyche, I have no idea! I don't even know her name." His nose twitched as he sniffed at the air, momentarily distracted by the smell of cooking pastries. Steak and ale if he was correct. "I don't know if I'm really the serious dating type." He continued, pulling his attention back to the goddess beside him. "There's too much human stuff involved and well…I'm a lowlife thief. Not exactly something most people are looking out for." He let out a small sigh. No, he was too wary to ever get that close to someone, be it mortal or god. He had been burnt one too many times. "But more importantly…you've been talking to someone for months?! That's great!" He nudged his shoulder against hers. "I hope he's less of an asshole than you-know-who." The words slipped out before he could register them but he didn't regret it.

”I would ask how but this is you we are talking about so I won’t question it too hard. It’s a shame though….you are so much more than just a thief and any woman would be lucky to have your heart. Heck, if only I didn’t view you like a brother.”, Psyche teased, trying to keep it lighthearted but it made her a bit saddened to think her friend only saw himself as this. She wished she knew more about this girl, maybe she could play ‘Cupid’ for once. She was pulled from her tempting thoughts at the shoulder nudge and blushed, partly at the feeling of being caught as if he could read her mind but also at the positivity of having been chatting with Eli. She suddenly felt her heart drop a bit at Fen’s next statement, her smile falling a bit as she played with the countertop pattern. She didn’t blame him for the words. It seemed many had choice words about the subject of her lover.

”I know how you feel but he really isn’t. He was under a spell and I was living in a fantasy. The spell is gone and what I stupidly thought was love was clearly just on my side. I can’t blame him for wanting to continue the life he had before me. I just….it would be nice if he didn’t run and just told me the truth but we had so much time together, I get him not wanting to hurt my feelings. Avoiding me is probably easier even if it hurts.”, she said gently, forcing a smile though not even realizing that tears had started spilling down her cheeks. She turned away once she noticed, a little too late as she desperately wiped her cheeks as she spoke, ”Gosh, I need to clean this place better! Keep getting flour in my eyes…I’m hungry! Are you hungry? I’m sure you are! I should check on dinner! That's right, we should definitely do that!”

Fenrir simply offered a grunt in reply as she spoke of Eros. There was little he could say, no point really. He did not want to upset her further and he knew Psyche only ever saw the good in people. Nor could he even drag the fool over, it would undoubtedly not go down well. Greeks were mostly assholes. That was the simple conclusion that he had come to a long time ago. "Yeah, I know…" He muttered, unhappy but willing to drop the subject.

At the mention of food his stomach grumbled once more as if eager to confirm his hunger. It was Psyches fault for making it smell so goddamn good in here. "Ravenous." He grinned, moving to grab some plates and cutlery; he knew where they were kept. Reaching up to open a cupboard, he turned to look back at his friend. "Go on then, tell me all about this mysterious mortal." The wolf raised a questioning eyebrow. "What questions am I meant to ask? Is he… like totally cute?" He mimicked her gentle voice as he spoke the last three words, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

Psyche laughed as she pulled the steak from the oven, hoping it hadn’t been left in too long with the unexpected and welcomed arrival of her guest. She placed the cast iron pan down before uncovering the mixed veggies that had finished earlier than the rest of her planned dinner. ”You are awful!”, she stated, chuckling a bit while undoing the pressure from the pressure cooker, letting the steam rise as she turned to her friend. ”I don’t know what he looks like but his personality is what has me thinking about maybe changing that. He is so honest, which is refreshing to not have to play double meanings and is willing to apologize if he thinks he is making me uncomfortable. I always find myself smiling and laughing when we talk. I feel giddy when I actually receive messages from him, wondering what the next topic we speak of will be. We have touched a bit on talking about Eros and he seems to take your side with the whole him being an idiot thing. I don’t know, there is just something about him that has me wondering, curious, like when I first didn’t know who Eros was or even looked like but that charming energy that drew me in. It feels almost the same so I figured, maybe this means I’m ready to move on. He is mortal so it’s a baby step but a step is better than standing still.”

That said, she turned back around to pop the top off the pressure cooker, adding in a few last minute ingredients with a stir before taking the plates Fen had placed out for them, cutting the large steak in half and splitting it between them, scooping out the buttered parmesan mixed veggies, and also placing a good portion of garlic rosemary mashed potatoes from the cooker. She placed their meals down, working on drinks for the two of them as she spoke up once more. ”I don’t know, do I sound crazy? Am I wrong for not wanting to feel lonely anymore? Have I not waited long enough?”. She sat down after placing their drinks down, looking to Fen for advice on this important matter. He was her best friend in her opinion and she trusted his advice.

Fen listened as she spoke, sitting down eagerly in front of the food but waiting until his friend accompanied him before he started. It had been Psyche who had taught him such human manners and he tried to keep to them…at least around her. "You never sound crazy." He grinned, tearing his gaze away from the steak. "Maybe it's the human in you but you're the most sane god I've ever met." He paused, considering what she had said before. "Look, I say go for it. Just…don't forget that they're mortal. There's only so long you can pretend that you have a really really good dermatologist." Fenrir let out a laugh; it was the eternal dilemma of the gods. How long could you befriend a mortal before they questioned your pretty damn obvious lack of aging? Not very long in his experience. "But I get it, I really do. I've spent a lot of time alone and it's rough. I wouldn't wish it on anyone." He leaned back in his chair, hands running through his hair and leaving it a wild mess. "Bring him round to my club sometime. There'll only be like a…50% chance of him getting hurt."

”Thanks, Fen. I’ll try to remember your advice. I don’t want to cause any suspicion after all or cause anyone one else trouble by being found out but I feel much better about taking a chance now. Aaannddd, if the initial meeting goes well, I definitely make sure we visit the club so I can introduce him., Psyche smiled and pulled out her phone, not wanting to chicken out later and working on the confidence she was currently feeling. She quickly shot a text message, knowing it probably wouldn’t be seen right away at this hour but at least the invite for coffee or tea was out of the way. ”Well, no turning back now…the worst that can happen is that he says no, right? Then we can continue as is.”

A vigorous nod of his head was all the god could offer in reply, his mouth too full of buttery mashed potato to speak. He closed his eyes for a moment, cast into bliss by the taste and scent of the food. Finally, after swallowing he could talk once more. "He's not going to say no. And he's a fool if he does." He speared a small piece of steak onto his fork. "But more importantly, did you put crack into this food or something?! It's fucking amazing!"He smiled, happily content now he was eating. The saying ravenous as a wolf still applied even when one was no longer a wolf. "I need the recipe! Well Jorm does. She's the better of the three of us."

”If you say so.”, she smiled, starting on her own meal which she instantly almost ended up choking on in laughter at his enthusiasm over her cooking, taking a moment to cover her mouth and recover. ”I’m so glad you like it! I’ll be happy to send the recipe Jorm’s way so she can spoil you with it more often though I am sure you could manage this one on your own if you wanted.”

Onryo Hunters - A ghost-battling magical girl/boy RP

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”Ahh….Good ramen always hits the spot!”

This was Taiki Himaru; a six-foot tall, blonde, and fairly well-built, self-described “Bad boy” who was decidedly proving how far away he was from that with the pleased grin plastered on his face. Nothing like fresh food to get someone in a good mood, especially him. His clothing made him look a bit tougher, with his black jacket and ‘tough guy’ shades, but with his guard down among the company of his twin sister, it felt almost obvious that he didn’t have a harsh bone in his body.

Having stepped their way out of the fine (and decidedly cheap) Ramen Shop, the young man stretched out a bit, shifting the weight of the bag strung over his shoulder. It held some necessities, of course, but it also contained something more…Concerning. As soon as his mind drifted to it, however, he shook it off. He glanced to his side, where his beloved sister was. ”So, what now? I know we just ate, but uh, I heard about a mochi stand not so far away…” Not willing to say any more, on the chance it gave her an opportunity to tease him on his (admittedly shared with his twin) sweet tooth, he simply looked casually to her, trying hard not to expose his eagerness at the answer.

A knowing small smirk played on the corner of her lips, one she was desperately trying to hold back for her brother’s sake though her eyes glittered with mirth at her twin’s obvious eagerness with the suggestion to stop for dessert, one they both had a particular sweet tooth for. It showed a bit on how different they were. Where he suggested and asked, she would have just led them there without acknowledgment on where they were going. Taiki had worked to give off a certain vibe with his appearance but it ultimately failed when his true nature shined through which she thought was for the best. Seika was glad he didn’t turn out like her, guarded and struggling to show positive emotions in fear it would be used against her.

She ran a hand through her waist length ebony hair before tapping her chin, pretending to seriously debate on the suggestion for a time instead of eagerly agreeing straight away as she wished to do. She took a brief moment before dramatically rolling her eyes and sighing loudly as if irritated, ”Ugh, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try.”. Seika chuckled a bit with a light nudge to her brother’s side to let him know that she didn’t mean anything by the fake irritation and gave a soft smile. It didn’t last long though as someone roughly slammed into her shoulder while her attention had been on Taiki, making her frown with a growl of annoyance. ”HEY! WATCH WHERE…”, Seika started, planning to give the person a piece of her mind when her words died, stuck in her throat as she got a good look at the offender. The middle aged business man appeared ragged, zoned out, eyes glazed, life practically sucked out of them and while she might have just chalked that up to a job he hated….it didn’t seem that way. He didn’t stop in his slow walk forward and barely even acknowledged that he had run into another person and almost did so again to the couple walking hand in hand behind them.

A chill went up her spine, something feeling off, a dark sensation which caused her nose to scrunch as she had been trying to block out everything before then but now it caused her to focus on the others around them. There were actually quite a few people that were moving the same way and headed in the same direction. ”We might have to hold off on dessert.”

”NO!”, a voice within her backpack called out, making her quickly pull it forward off her back with a harsh shush as the cat spirit popped out. ”Y-You should c-continue onto the mochi! Y-Yeah, n-no need to investigate. It’s j-just one weirdo pfft…who needs that when mochi awaits!, Shinchuu trying their best to be convincing when he really wasn’t. She gave the cat an unamused stare before glancing at Taiki with a ‘I guess there is trouble after all’ look since her scary cat always gave it away by being so ready to backpedal from a situation.

When that suit-clad walking dead smacked into his sister, Taiki had half a mind to tell them off himself before his sister, of course, stepped up. Not like she really needed him to do that…Still, his anger gave way to concern as he watched the man painfully lurch off to the distance, clearly far out of his own head. Just like Seika, the young man could see something was off here, more than just a bad work shift. As per usual, he couldn’t stop that concern from reaching his eyes, if not his face, though it was broken when he heard a low, raspy voice creep from his pack.

”...You can sense that, can’t you, boy? Something malicious is afoot…” Hearing this, just as quickly as his sister had swung around her pack to speak to a certain companion of hers, he did the same, hastily unzipping the pack, and, well…He’s ashamed to admit it, but he found his voice caught in his throat seeing the gleaming eyes hidden in the dark recesses of the indigo kimono; this was Kishin, his partner….For better or worse.

In spite of his brief fear, he jumped back in, whispering in a harsh tone into the bag. ”H-Hey, watch it! We’re in public, ya know?!” His plea fell on deaf ears (...Did Kishin have ears?), however, as the ancient garb’s spirit spoke once more. ”We don’t have time for that, boy! If there is something unnatural threatening peace, it is your duty as a fledgling Hunter to face it!” Taiki couldn’t help but flinch at the harsh tone that the Koya-damashii took. I mean, sure, he pretty much felt the same way, especially if actual people were in danger, but…Well, couldn’t it maybe wait until they got mochi?

Ugh, his conscience wouldn’t let him live that down, no way. ”Sheesh…” He pulled his head from his back, quick to sling it over his back before they could get any looks (even if the street was relatively quiet tonight). His gaze turned over to his sister as she shared his glance, the two of them understanding in an instant. All he could do was sigh. ”Yeah, I guess you’re right…If the old fart can tell something’s off, then he’s prolly right. So, uh…We follow him?”

While it was horribly muffled, as Taiki awaited Seika’s response, one could hear the indignant voice of Kishin. ”Of all the….Old fart?! You rotten brat! Didn’t anyone teach you to respect your elders?! He was trying his best to ignore the aggravated cries of his partner, opting to put on his shades and give a confident grin to his sister.

Seika nodded with a serious expression, glancing at the man that continued to walk away from them. ”We follow him.”, she agreed, quickly changing directions to follow. She waited a bit until there were less people in view, still not comfortable with the whole transformation thing and hoping to wait till the last minute. Taiki might also follow her lead if she transformed that second and Kishin…well, let’s just say that spirit was best left for moments before a fight and not in the stalking a potential problem phase. At least if they were wrong (unlikely with both spirits speaking up) then they would have made sure the man got home safe.

With that, the pair wasted no time; luckily, subtlety wasn’t really required when you were trailing the equivalent of a walking corpse. Guy’s awareness was shot to hell, that was clear enough. It wasn’t long until the duo had made it to the edge of the forest, where they watched the man promptly collapse, with others seeming to litter the path forward. ”Whoa, you okay?!” Taiki darted forward, managing to catch the man before he made the hard collision, feeling for signs of life. Seemed he was breathing…Barely. Still, it was enough to give a sigh of relief from the young Hunter. ”Whew…Looks like they aren’t…Y’know. Not yet at least…” He trailed off, staring further into the darkened woods, and giving a brief glance to his onee-sama. Even beyond the path of barely conscious bodies, there was a faint miasma in the air, not dissimilar to what they’ve experienced before…But it was stronger, more focused…Hungrier. ”That’s a relief.”, Seika sighed, feeling tense as she stood from one of the victims she had been checking on.

It wasn’t the time to exchange words. Taiki took the lead, charging off further into the forest, closer and closer to that sense of malice the twins could feel; however, a ways through, he could hear a voice from his pack once more. ”Hold, boy! While you’re more resilient than most folk, getting so close to a spirit of this caliber from the side of the mortal realm is a poor call. It’s time to enter Limbo…” Crap. He was afraid he was gonna say that. Stopping for just the moment, he hastily pulled his backpack off, rummaging around until he could free Kishin. He stared at the cloth carefully, as the spirit within responded once more. ”...You know what happened last time, boy. I hope you have a better plan than donning me to start with?” He was right, of course; he wouldn’t be much good in the fight if he passed out from blood loss after a few minutes like the first time. Hm….

With a burst of inspiration, he took the kimono, tying it around his neck while not directly wearing it, smirking all the while. The Koya-damashii took a moment to take this in, then merely sighed. ”I…Suppose this will do. Now, focus and clear your mind…And take the step forward.” Taking the advice to heart, Taiki took this moment to take a breath, gathering his energy and clearing his mind, closing his eyes briefly…Before taking that step forward, now an almost entirely different man.

”Sheesh, this never gets less weird, does it?”

”It really doesn’t.”, was the quick response Seika gave as she stepped up next to him, her pink tail swishing back and forth as she felt on edge. The air was so charged earlier that she hadn’t been able to do much more than follow Taiki’s lead and it had only gotten worse the further in. Chuu-chan had been practically crying in fear at getting involved and had happily shoved the item in her hands to be a part of her braveness as the spirit put it.

Still, there wasn’t time to yap; the presence was close, and….Somehow it felt aggravated? Something must be happening, which meant the twins couldn’t afford to waste anymore time if they wanted to fix this. In a blind sprint, the two kept their forward charge up, eventually breaking into the opening…Just in time to almost eat a barrage of icicles.

Taiki was quick on the uptake, standing in front of his big sister with Kishin pulled in front, acting like an impromptu shield. To any onlooker, it’d seem ridiculous; the thin fabric of that kimono couldn’t possibly stop those sharp spires of ice. And yet they crumbled all the same as they collided into the Koya-damashii, fracturing into fragments on the ground, only leaving a faint frost over the cloth. Normally he might react to being attacked or even just charge forward on the offensive, but….

His eyes fell onto the others around here, seemingly confronting the same spirit. His jaw fell soon after, too, before he turned to Kishin still clutched in his fist from the defensive play. ”T-THERE ARE OTHER HUNTERS?!” The shouting and shock he displayed certainly didn’t fit his new appearance, and his Tsukumogami could only sigh. ”I don’t remember ever claiming you two were unique…”

Delbrook Academy Senior Year

@Squashedquatch

Cities directly in the District limits..
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Delbrook Academy Senior Year

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___________________________________ N A M E Charlotte A. Thorne ∞ Charlie ∞ Lottie (hates this) ∞ Charry ∞ Cat ∞ KitKat O N L I N E - N A M E ∞ CharryBomb A G E 5th of October - Seventeen G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Heteroflexible N A T I O N A L I T Y Spanish-American P R O V E N A N C E Signal Hill; California ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5' 9" Weight: 125lbs Hair: ∞ Dark Brunette Eyes: ∞ Chocolate Brown Body Type: Toned, Long Legged, Hourglass Figure Body Marks: ∞ Ears pierced ∞ Dandelion/Birds Tattoo ∞ Scars on the bottom of her feet ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Daniel Dean Murphy Current: ∞ None F A M I L Y Father: ∞ Gabriel Thorne Mother: ∞ Priscilla Thorne Siblings: ∞ Matthew Thorne Others: ∞ None P E T S ∞ Marshmallow; her feline companion ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ She has the ultimate sweet tooth which is surprising with how small she is. She does like to run in the mornings but she still doesn't know where she puts it all without gaining more weight. ✔ Spending time going out on hikes/runs surrounded by nature or the ocean. ✔ Heading to the gym to do some boxing, especially on frustrating days. ✔ She loves settling down with a good book, content on letting the world fall away. ✔ Drawing and Painting are her ultimate passions and something she hopes to be doing as a career, whether it be fashion design or a simple artist. ✔ Spending time with friends, whether it be simply hanging out or doing things like sleepovers, camping, partying, or going on long rides down the coast. ✔ Unlike most people, she absolutely adores cold and rainy weather. ✔ Though she should probably hate it since it was forced on her at first, she loves to dance and it has given her a huge appreciation for different styles and music. Ballet will alway be her top favorite though. D I S L I K E S ✘ Her mother, plain and simple. ✘ Needles for many obvious reasons. ✘ Drugs, it is a horrid habit that leads to death and problems. ✘ When people assume she is stuck up or a bitch just because she is rich. She also dislikes people that think they know all about her and her life just because she has modeled. ✘ Bitter flavors, such a black coffee for example. Seriously, do some people just hate their tastebuds? ✘ Dares/Competitions since she is horribly stubborn and competitive which means she will most likely take it on even if it is stupid. ✘ Plants...they mock her with their beauty, tempt her to keep buying them, only to have them die even if she follows the instructions to the letter. Since she has a mini loft greenhouse, this is more of a love hate relationship. ✘ Being touched or manhandled. She will be likely to clock someone in the face if they want to try and if she sees it happening to others then she will stand up for them. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Protective | Calm | Honest | Witty | Perfectionist | Indecisive | Charming Nothing is quite what it seems and that could be said about Charlotte. At first glance, most think she is a confident woman who is brimming with optimism and always carrying a smile as if nothing in the world can bother her. In truth, she has been miserable for a long time and has only recently begun to change and be more herself than the perfect, elegant, and touch wild person that has been presented to the public. Even upon inspection it is hard to see where the acting starts and where her real personality begins since she has done it for so long. It might even be a mix of both at this point with no way for her to answer what is what. If approached, she used to simply state that everything is ‘fine’ or even play dumb like she doesn’t understand why you have asked her if something is wrong. The new found freedom has brought a bit of more of a childish and fiery nature since she can finally express herself instead of feeling chained down or having to keep up appearances. She is most brilliantly alive when speaking of her art/designs and it is one of the many times you see the bubbly and even childish side of her personality shine through. It also shows up a bit when she is excited and eager for something though that is much easier for her to stifle then when talking about her passions. Most would still usually describe Charlotte as calm and collected since she is always the level headed one and plays peacekeeper when conflict arises. She makes sure to look at everything from all angles and comes up with compromises from both sides. This is mostly because she wants to help everyone get along but she also can’t stand yelling or screaming and would rather come up with a way to stop it. If the problem gets too out of hand, she will most likely back off and let other stronger personalities handle it since it shakes her to the core depending on the situation. Charlotte is careful on who she lets close and has trouble keeping those around her that want to be closer because of how guarded she is. She has scars on her soul from the past which makes it hard to share how she is feeling or at least when she thinks the other will view negatively. She is extremely loyal and protective of those that have gotten through her barriers and have stuck around for the long hall. She is learning to be more naturally confident in her own choices instead of putting on a mask or a smile and going with the flow even if it is something she is against. This might mean she is more brutally honest and while she will give a flustered apology if the person seems upset, sometimes she is oblivious and will just call it as she sees it. Luckily, she still knows how to lay on the charm and smooth things over if she gets into trouble. She can be frustratingly indecisive, seeming to have a hard time making up her mind or going after the things she wants. She has doubts and is still trying to figure herself out. Charlotte does have a good sense of humor though and usually puts it to use in an awkward situation. She can be witty and is good at making a pun or being a joke if it makes someone else smile or stops an escalating problem. Ultimately, she is a very contradictory person so it is hard to know where anything stands with her. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Priscilla and Gabriel are not the best of people or parents, each with their own sins. The two were caught in a whirlwind romance, rushing into marriage, and not even three months later were pregnant, expecting Charlotte’s older brother Matthew. They were the picture of the perfect family at first but the more her father’s fashion name grew, the more he buried into his work and the two became more distant. It became to the point they were more like roommates than a loving couple. In the end, Gabriel ended up cheating and sneaking around but guilt ate at him for what he had done. He started showering his wife with attention and being a more active positive presence in his son’s life, trying to turn over a new leaf and appreciate what he had but the damage was done. The other woman had her teeth sunk in and threatened to ruin his marriage and even his image. It was unfortunate for Charlotte that Priscilla announced her second pregnancy around the same time because suddenly she had a very distant husband yet again, even more so than before. She thought that the reaction was because the baby was unwanted but doing maybe the only kindness she ever showed, she decided to keep Charlotte. She was determined that after the little bundle of joy was born, he would change his mind and that it was just cold feet. Instead, things continued the same so Priscilla had a new idea. She would make sure that everything Charlotte did was perfect and flawless. They would be the perfect happy family and she would be the one to fix it. Yeah, no pressure. She was treated more like a doll than really a daughter as her mother pushed her father to branch out the business so children and toddlers so Charlotte could model, after all it was expected of Matthew to take on the family business and had been conditioned as such much against his will so why not make Charlotte a vital part as well? Gabriel couldn’t really argue and he caved to Priscilla’s whims, letting her do as she pleased out of guilt and feeling like he owed the one person who helped him get going at his lowest point. The one who saw value in him when no one else cared. She became the poster child for the company and in the public eye, everything was perfect once again but behind curtains, still nothing was changed. It was then that Charlotte was forced into dance, playing instruments, pageants, and making sure she did nothing to embarrass her father with any out of turn manners. Basically, she was not allowed to be a child at all. The few times she got to have normal childhood moments were with her friends, at least when she was away from the house or when her brother became a buffer or would do sweet things with her like make wishes on dandelions of how they wanted things to be. These moments with her brother were few and far inbetween but Matthew was in his own world most of the time, trying to numb himself from the problems in their home. Sadly, when she was around nine, her mother finally found out about the cheating. This was apparent since that was the first time her mother took it out on her while being drunk as a skunk as she got the blame for some odd reason, maybe because Priscilla didn’t want to blame herself. Gabriel and Pricilla started fighting every moment, a toxic and horrid relationship forming since neither one wanted to leave, feeling like it would be an embarrassment/scandal, the whole what would people think. Her father became completely nonexistent at home and with Matthew moved out, being forced into college for a degree he hated, she was left alone with just her mother. She was pulled from school, away from her friends and everything that gave her freedom to be stuck in hell. The verbal and physical abuse just got worse as the years continued and unique punishments with threats to follow. Charlotte believed her father didn’t want her, that she was alone with no one to care about her, and her brother left in the dark about what was happening. It was far too late by the time her brother found out about what was happening, having his own secrets as to how to bear with the pressure set on him with no choices. Still, he tried to get Charlotte out by planning to have her move in with him and even getting her set up on his apartment rental as well as getting her set for public school nearby. Right as they worked on a plan to slip her from out of her mother’s grasp, her brother took his habits too far and lost his life. Her mother mourned, secrets of all kinds came to light, and Charlotte was done with it. She took the last gifts her brother gave her to have a hope at a normal life. Her mother tried to stop her but had little power to do so as her father actually backed her up, though she was more than a little suspicious it was just to have another company heir. She took over Matthew’s apartment, avoided her mother like the plague over the summer, and her father tried to make it up to her but Charlotte felt like it was too little to late since if he had just been home or cared to check in, maybe she would have been saved a lot of personal issues and hardship. Her mother still thinks she has done nothing wrong, saying that she should be grateful for the fine upbringing and that she was given everything. Charlotte is most looking forward to having a normal life with the freedom she has been given. She limited her time modeling just so she could focus on schooling and being a normal senior. She wants to find herself and become a brave individual and work hard on things in her life to do just that, such as boxing and speaking out more. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O Y E A R L E V E L Senior ⧿ Year 12 G P A & A V E R A G E 3.5 ⧿ B+ / A-Average F A V O R I T E S U B J E C T ∞ Visual Arts ⧿ Drawing/Painting E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ None (At this time) T R A N S P O R T A T I O N ∞ Motorbike P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Charlotte isn’t sure what to do with her life. She wants to make sure she is doing the right choice for her and not just doing what her parents want of her like she has been doing most of her life. Yes, she loves fashion design but does she want to take on her fathers legacy so to speak? Not really. Heck, she would rather go to the top competitors first but even that aside, there might be other routes she has yet to explore. Maybe she will find something with greater meaning and purpose for her. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T ∞ Model for her father’s fashion label Thorned Rose (Part Time) F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ The Beach ∞ The Library ∞ Disneyland R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Her work ∞ Taking care of Marshmellow ∞ Paying rent on time ∞ Keeping her grades up ____________________________________________________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E ∞ Living/Dining ∞ Bedroom/Right Loft O T H E R Charlotte is a multilingual and fluent in English, Spanish, French, and Chinese. She is learning to play the guitar but can currently only play the piano. She still even has a tick when she is nervous or thinking that her fingers will move on the surface as if she is playing a song. She has done ballet since she was 6 years old and still keeps in shape so she can dance. Marshmallow has been trained to wear a harness and leash so the sweet boy joins her for morning walks. She loves floral scents and enjoys flowers that have strong meanings. She sews and tries to create her designs as a side project. T H E M E S O N G "Lone Digger" by Caravan Palace Face Claim: Rocio Crusset | #FE7F9C

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𝓙𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓷 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓵

<sub>“Alright, I am often brash, rude and brutally direct.
Someday I'm going to die and I don't have time to toe-dance around the periphery of hatred.”
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___________________________________ N A M E Jordan Hall ∞ Snapdragon ∞ Hall O N L I N E - N A M E ∞ KissMyGrits A G E 1st of April - Eighteen G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Heteroflexible N A T I O N A L I T Y Caucasian / Native American P R O V E N A N C E Cerritos; California ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5' 10" Weight: 132lbs Hair: ∞ Dark Brunette Eyes: ∞ Obsidian Body Type: Toned, Athletic, Pear-Shaped Figure Body Marks: ∞ Freckles on her face ∞ Ears pierced ∞ Scar on her lower abdomen and one on her back directly where the first one is on her front ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Allister Demoin Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ Carlos Santiago F A M I L Y Uncle: ∞ Benjamin Hall P E T S ∞ None ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ She adores spicy food, hotter the better in her opinion. The Korean spicy noodle challenge might as well be a damn cake walk! ✔ As surprising as it may seem due to her personality, she loves to do yoga and tries to make a habit of doing so often. If she can do so on the beach than that is even better. ✔ Poker is one of the best games to pass the time. Her uncle taught her so they could have something to bond over and more activities to do together. ✔ She loves a good challenge and is willing to try anything once before deciding if she doesn’t like it. ✔ For someone with a love of takeout and doing anything that is fast to keep on the go, she actually enjoys cooking is actually pretty amazing at it. ✔ Spending time with friends, whether it be simply hanging out or doing things like sleepovers, camping, hiking, partying, or going on long rides down the coast. ✔ Summer, Sunny and a light breeze. Everything else can seriously fuck off. Sure, rain isn’t the worse but it’s not something she is gonna be praying for. ✔ Coffee is a gift from the gods. Whoever invited it should have been praised and treated like a king/queen each day until their death. It is the only reason she can be a functional human being in the morning and so help anyone when she doesn’t have it. D I S L I K E S ✘ Mornings, they should not exist. The alarm clock is right there as an equal for hatred. ✘ Being told what to do and how to do it. ✘ Drunks that drive while intoxicated. Be drunk but for fucks sake, think of others first if not for yourself. ✘ Silence, it just irks her for some reason and just makes her frustrated. ✘ People who don't know what they want to order after spending 20 minutes waiting in line ✘ Dares/Competitions since she is horribly stubborn and competitive which means she will most likely take it on even if it is stupid. ✘ Photos. She has just never been a fan of having her picture taken and doesn’t even take many of herself. She especially hates her old photos because she looks like a complete nerd and also doesn’t like remember those times. ✘Homework, just because she is smart enough to breeze through it doesn’t mean she doesn’t view it as a huge waste of time and effort. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Confident | Fiery | Loyal | Honest | Stubborn | Brash | Impatient Jordan takes attitude to a whole new level and not always in the good kind of way. She is blunt and direct, clearly speaking her mind and views on a situation. She isn’t inconsiderate enough not to listen to others opinions but when she is wrong, don’t expect to ever admit that she was because she can be as stubborn as a mule when she wants to be. She believes in her abilities and who she is as a person. What people see is what they get and she won’t be sorry for that. Yes, she might not admit to faults when they are found but she will roll with the punches and has faith she will come out on top. She has no problem backing others up, being their pillar of strength, trying to boost their own confidence, giving them extremely honest advice, or trying to encourage them to achieve. This is where the more optimistic side of her personality shows. That being said, while she is kind in her own way...she hides her own fear or worry behind anger or sass since she doesn’t know how to express herself. This shows a fiery personality but actually it’s a nicer way of saying Jordan is a complete hothead and kind of a bitch at times. She is quick to snap and get irritable, even more so when people try to tell her what to do. It has always been her weak point. She often tries to prove herself but in a lazy fast pace sort of way which makes her jump into bad decisions which bordered on the edge of childishness or steps on the people’s toes without realizing at first. It wasn’t as bad when she was younger but the hurt of the past made it easier to push people away than to let them close. She isn’t heartless, she knows when she has crossed a line but sadly, she struggles with knowing when to keep her trap shut, not letting a snarky or rude comment out. She just has a gift of getting under people’s skin. She is like a wild dog in your corner if she cares about you but it doesn’t mean she won’t still bite you during certain times. She will never abandon anyone or the things she views as important no matter what. Even if it is something she would rather not do or thinks to be crazy, if the person has her loyalty she will follow to the end of the earth. Hell or high water, she isn’t petty enough to abandon people in their time of need and has her own moral code. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y “Who’s asking? Cause it’s none of your fucking business, got it.” ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O Y E A R L E V E L Senior ⧿ Year 12 G P A & A V E R A G E 3.5 ⧿ B+ / A-Average F A V O R I T E S U B J E C T ∞ Physical Education ⧿ Gymnastics/Yoga E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ None (At this time) T R A N S P O R T A T I O N ∞ Truck P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Jordan wants to travel around the world after high school. Maybe do some backpacking or just move from place to place to take in views that she has never seen before. She doesn’t have it all planned, heck, she might not have enough money to do all of her listed destinations but at least it’s a start. If it takes doing odd jobs than she will. That’s that. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T ∞ Currently unemployed. If she has a job, it is always a random part time one. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ The Beach ∞ Disneyland R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Her work (when she has one) ∞ Keeping her grades up ____________________________________________________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E ∞ Kitchen ∞ Living Room ∞ Bedroom O T H E R Her uncle is a carpenter. He has also dabbled in construction in the past after moving away from the ranch. One day of the year, on the same day, she takes off from school and turns off her phone. She never says why and the answer will always be something random or just a shrug off. She has been in gymnastic and karate since she was a kid, always switching between the two since she wasn’t sure which one she liked more. Jordan collects candles. She literally has more than she could probably ever burn in a life time. Doesn’t stop her from getting more. She is very guarded about her past and will not speak much on it. Unless she is driving, she gets very nervous as a passenger and usually will end up continuously fiddling with the radio. T H E M E S O N G "Plz Don’t Waste My Youth" by Au/Ra Face Claim: Felicia ‘Fo’ Porter | # 4169E1

Onryo Hunters - A ghost-battling magical girl/boy RP

@Myke

What kind of color are you looking for?

If you want basic colors, the little eye drop above where you type posts has a pretty good span of colors and will auto place the color code of the highlighted word in the post or you can place the word after clicking the color.

If you something a little more special then I don’t mind helping and then you can copy the color code to place into your sheet :3