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AUSTEN

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Even in his dreams, Austen was still sleeping.

He relished in the softness of the flower petals he's laying on, how they were much more comfortable than a normal bed sheet. Not to mention that he was laying on a literal flower bed, blooming with all kinds of colorful and beautiful flora. He was yet to make a bed made out of plants and flowers, but laying closer to the ground meant much more space to stretch one's arms and legs out.

Even after all this time, he still couldn't believe he had the ability to harness magic. It was a subject his parents dedicated their lives to, how they met each other and fell in love. He wondered how his father would react knowing his son was also a part of this magical phenomenon happening on Earth. Even after all these years, Austen still missed him, and he's sure his mom did too. Austen was still also glad she had a new partner now, someone who loved and cared for her like how his dad did. Wherever he may be, they all hoped he was happy and at peace.

The sound of his alarm woke him up from his gentle thoughts, making him utter a soft groan as he reached for the alarm to turn it off while rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. Oh, who was he kidding? He always had a look of sleepiness and listlessness in his eyes. Peaking through the half-awakedness, he saw his roommate was long gone in their shared dorm room. Oh right, there was supposed to be a breakfast for everyone in the cafeteria.

Meh, Austen didn't really care much about breakfast. Must be because he's conserving his energy through sleep but he strangely didn't go hungry easily. Still, he didn't want to be late to the... Hm, was it an orientation? Austen already forgot but it probably was, now that he remembered they had to go to the auditorium.

So the young lad lazily showered, got dressed, and went outside. Realizing the sun was a little too bright for his sleepy eyes, Austen went back inbto get a pair of shades and then went to walk across the campus grounds of the institute. He noticed there were other students going to the auditorium like him too, and he was one of the last to arrive at the place. He sat at the last row at the back, right at the corner. Thinking he could have an extra few minutes, Austen decided to take a power nap, the first of many to come for the day.

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Austen

AUSTEN PHILIP REECE

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^{PLANTS ◼ AUGUST 24 (17) ◼ MALE}

_{Austen is too sleepy to say a quote for records.}

A P P E A R A N C E:

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Austen stands 5'8" and has noticeably long, wavy hair which, due to a genetic condition, makes his normally black hair a bit of gray even at a young age. He often has to wear a hairband, a clip, or even tie up his bangs so it wouldn't cover his eyes. His eyes are once dark brown but they've turned into a soft shade of green since he awakened his magical ability. Austen has a resting bored face that others might take offence to but in reality, he's really a bit sleepy all the time. He also gets cold easily so he's always seen with a scarf loosely wrapped around his neck. One constant article of clothing he wears whatever the outfit is his pair of graphic crew socks which are sometimes even mismatched.

B I O G R A P H Y:

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Austen's family loved to travel; he's been to many different countries even when he was a little kid. Both his parents were scholars who were very much interested in the history of primal magic on the world and they would go from one country to another, to study on its impact on people with vastly different cultures and beliefs.

When Austen's dad died during an accident, the grief was enough to make his mom stop travelling and the once energetic young lad became quiet and kept to himself. It came to the point where he'd just sleep away the pain of losing a loved one until he had gotten used to the feeling of constant sleepiness. His mom was worried and tried seeing doctors for it but as of now, there seemed to be nothing solid that could explain his condition.

One of the rare times Austen was animated was when his mom decided to have a boyfriend years later. She got into a relationship because her loneliness and sadness in those years were too agonising for her, more than words could ever say. Her new boyfriend knew of what happened to them and on his part, he genuinely loved her and wanted to help give her a chance to start a new chapter in her life.

Austen was so upset he slept for an entire day, worrying his mom enough to send him to the hospital because he wasn't waking up easily. In truth, his magical awakening manifested and he was in too deep in his dreams. In them, Austen was sitting down with his back resting against a giant tree filled with an abundance of wisteria. He was surrounded by trees of the same combination of flower trees, and along the grass were beds blooming with all kinds of flowers: carnations, bleeding hearts, poppies, lillies, lavenders, and more he didn't even know existed.

When the doctors told his mom about his condition, she was shocked. She couldn't believe that the primal magic phenomenon, the one thing they spent their lives studying, had affected her son. She and her BF tried their best to take care of him themselves but due to Austen's inability to control his powers, it was clear they needed to send him to the Institute. While his mom didn't want to leave her son alone, and she herself feeling alone again, Austen promised to keep in touch with her most of the times he wasn't asleep. Besides, her BF will always be there for her as Austen reminded her.

When she would come back from seeing Austen off, she would see the ceiling of her room was filled with draping wisteria,her favorite flower, Austen grew while she was waiting for him in their car. It was his way of showing he loved her more than words could ever say.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

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Austen's the type that can go the entire day without speaking to someone, perfectly fine just with being himself too. He's always listless so it can be understandable to think that he's not paying attention to his surroundings, which is sometimes true. He is willing to try stuff out but he's going to do it with as little energy as he could. Not that he's bored or anything like that, he just really prefers to take a nap whenever he could. Ironically enough, his constantly calm demeanor makes him trustworthy and easy to be friends with. If there's someone out there who wants to hang out by just chilling and doesn't require more than five steps to take, Austen is their guy.

A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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As of now, Austen can mostly grow flowering plants and an abundance of them too. The strength of the tree branches and plant vines he can grow is currently enough to support himself so he could create a hammock.

Additionally, give him five minutes and he can fall right asleep anywhere.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Will update this in the future for sure. If you'd like your character to do something with Austen, let me know!

The Pyres Never Stop Burning (Old-School Occult Horror/Mystery)

@Olive Fontaine Sure thingy! I'll send mine in a PM when I'm done

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Made a new character to make up for my mistake xD Let me know if there's anything I need to edit!

Austen

AUSTEN PHILIP REECE

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^{PLANTS ◼ AUGUST 24 (17) ◼ MALE}

_{Austen is too sleepy to say a quote for records.}

A P P E A R A N C E:

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Austen stands 5'8" and has noticeably long, wavy hair which, due to a genetic condition, makes his normally black hair a bit of gray even at a young age. He often has to wear a hairband, a clip, or even tie up his bangs so it wouldn't cover his eyes. His eyes are once dark brown but they've turned into a soft shade of green since he awakened his magical ability. Austen has a resting bored face that others might take offence to but in reality, he's really a bit sleepy all the time. He also gets cold easily so he's always seen with a scarf loosely wrapped around his neck. One constant article of clothing he wears whatever the outfit is his pair of graphic crew socks which are sometimes even mismatched.

B I O G R A P H Y:

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Austen's family loved to travel; he's been to many different countries even when he was a little kid. Both his parents were scholars who were very much interested in the history of primal magic on the world and they would go from one country to another, to study on its impact on people with vastly different cultures and beliefs.

When Austen's dad died during an accident, the grief was enough to make his mom stop travelling and the once energetic young lad became quiet and kept to himself. It came to the point where he'd just sleep away the pain of losing a loved one until he had gotten used to the feeling of constant sleepiness. His mom was worried and tried seeing doctors for it but as of now, there seemed to be nothing solid that could explain his condition.

One of the rare times Austen was animated was when his mom decided to have a boyfriend years later. She got into a relationship because her loneliness and sadness in those years were too agonising for her, more than words could ever say. Her new boyfriend knew of what happened to them and on his part, he genuinely loved her and wanted to help give her a chance to start a new chapter in her life.

Austen was so upset he slept for an entire day, worrying his mom enough to send him to the hospital because he wasn't waking up easily. In truth, his magical awakening manifested and he was in too deep in his dreams. In them, Austen was sitting down with his back resting against a giant tree filled with an abundance of wisteria. He was surrounded by trees of the same combination of flower trees, and along the grass were beds blooming with all kinds of flowers: carnations, bleeding hearts, poppies, lillies, lavenders, and more he didn't even know existed.

When the doctors told his mom about his condition, she was shocked. She couldn't believe that the primal magic phenomenon, the one thing they spent their lives studying, had affected her son. She and her BF tried their best to take care of him themselves but due to Austen's inability to control his powers, it was clear they needed to send him to the Institute. While his mom didn't want to leave her son alone, and she herself feeling alone again, Austen promised to keep in touch with her most of the times he wasn't asleep. Besides, her BF will always be there for her as Austen reminded her.

When she would come back from seeing Austen off, she would see the ceiling of her room was filled with draping wisteria,her favorite flower, Austen grew while she was waiting for him in their car. It was his way of showing he loved her more than words could ever say.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

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Austen's the type that can go the entire day without speaking to someone, perfectly fine just with being himself too. He's always listless so it can be understandable to think that he's not paying attention to his surroundings, which is sometimes true. He is willing to try stuff out but he's going to do it with as little energy as he could. Not that he's bored or anything like that, he just really prefers to take a nap whenever he could. Ironically enough, his constantly calm demeanor makes him trustworthy and easy to be friends with. If there's someone out there who wants to hang out by just chilling and doesn't require more than five steps to take, Austen is their guy.

A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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As of now, Austen can mostly grow flowering plants and an abundance of them too. The strength of the tree branches and plant vines he can grow is currently enough to support himself so he could create a hammock.

Additionally, give him five minutes and he can fall right asleep anywhere.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Will update this in the future for sure. If you'd like your character to do something with Austen, let me know!

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@Lemons oh shoot I didn't know light and dark are not allowed. I'll change up mine for something else but I don't know what yet. Might have to change my character altogether... T^T

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So this is my guy. Let me know if there's anything I should edit. Hope you like him! ^-^

Ciaran

CIARAN SINCLAIR

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^{DARK ◼ OCTOBER 17 (18) ◼ MALE}

_{"Let's do something fun, shall we?"}

A P P E A R A N C E:

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Ciaran stands 5'8" and has had a slender, lean build ever since he was a kid. He often colors his wavy light blonde hair depending on his mood, but nothing too obvious and attention-grabbing (which is ironic even for him). His cold blue eyes would often be mistaken for gray too depending on how the light reflects off them. The Sinclairs love white on their outfits but Ciaran makes sure to throw in some black and color into his wardrobe to spice things up.

B I O G R A P H Y:

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The Sinclair family was famous worldwide for their humanitarian efforts and for funding projects such as clinics, public schools, youth centers, scholarship grants, animal shelters, and more. The patriarch of the family and chairman of its board of companies, Benedict Sinclair was once living in the slums of the cities with his wife Patricia, and soon their hardwork bore fruit until the Sinclairs became known as the prestigious, gold-hearted family that it was today. The same cannot be said about Ciaran during his youth.

Growing up, he was a little bundle of menace: always getting into trouble, always breaking the rules, basically just always causing chaos. His parents died during an accident, leaving him an only child and under the care of his aunts and uncles, but it was mostly the maids and bodyguards that did most of the caring. The only people who he could consider his solid parental figures were his grandparents. Despite their age, his Grandpa Ben could keep up with his boisterous mayhem and his Grandma Pat always knew how to be the calm in his storm.

His powers started manifesting when Ciaran developed vivid dreams. In them, he always found himself in a cave plunged into darkness so potent that he could feel it seeping through his skin. The only noises he could hear were random skittering of bugs, small droplets of water, and his own breathing. He was terrified at first but the more he dreamt and continued into his dreams, the more he became comfortable with the darkness.

His family members only knew of his awakening when a maid shrieked in terror as Ciaran accidentally enveloped her face in inky darkness, making her unable to see anything temporarily. For the safety of others and for his own, Grandpa Ben decided it's best to enroll him at the Merryweather Institute so they could train Ciaran to control his power. Whether it would turn out good or bad for Ciaran, only time could tell.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

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Ciaran is no longer the boisterous type he once was when he's a kid but his heart for mischief still remains the same. He's quiet and observant, curious about things other people normally don't think about, and picks up on even the subtlest of clues. He likes learning new things about his environment and the people around him so if a person thinks no one can see them do or say something embarrassing, they're most probably wrong.

At least he's not the type to spread secrets and rumors, he's still a Sinclair after all. Like his namesake, his affinity to help other people runs through his veins albeit he does so in his own unique ways. The ends always justify the means, as Ciaran believes so. Still, he's naturally a friendly and outgoing person who's always down for a fun time.

A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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Ciaran still has a long way to go before he calls himself a master in controlling his magic. So far, it's easy for him to plunge a room in total darkness even with manmade light present. He could even use the shadows to blend in to sneak into dark corridors and alleys but still needs to keep himself quiet to not get caught. Right now, he's finding out if it's possible to solidify the darkness to grab an object.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Nothing here at the moment. Will update this in the future for sure. If you'd like to do something with Ciaran, let me know!

Pokemon Topaz: A Pokemon RP set in either ancient Japan or modernish Australia (Interest check)

Throwing my interest in this. Either plot looks good to me!

The Pyres Never Stop Burning (Old-School Occult Horror/Mystery)

Hello! Are you still accepting? I would love to try and join this setting.

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

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Eva's room at H.E.R.O. One was dark and cold, which she believed was the same as her. Like all if not most of the other little kids, she was afraid of the dark and especially when she was alone. She only got used to the chilly darkness of her room when her sisters and mother were sleeping in their own rooms. Warmth and affection were hard things to come by after all, especially for a villainous family like the Death Boquet. In time, she learned to love the dark and cold such that she could only sleep once the two conditions were met. Additionally, she also liked being alone. At least no one would see her crying to sleep at nights.

She was an early bird as well, always waking up just at the break of dawn. Eva had this routine where she would make up her bed and open the blinds of her window. She then sat on her bed in a lotus position, arms at rest at her side while she was facing the window. She had her eyes closed but she could always tell when the sun was rising over the horizon when her body was bathed in its warm light. Her once dark room was gradually getting filled with the orange, almost golden light of the sun, and she would just sit there, accepting all of it silently and graciously. She cherished these peaceful fleeting moments as an official start to her day.

As she did her breathing exercise, the once quiet room was filled with the blaring alarm from her watch on the nightstand. "This is Dahlia, reporting. Over." Eva announced back at her watch as she wasted no more time putting on her outfit: white trench coat, black turtleneck, white pants, and black boots. She then got outside her room and knocked hard on every door she passed by. "Gear up people, this is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill!" She shouted loudly enough so it could be heard even through the alarm, not that her fellow heroes needed help waking up anyway.

When she arrived at the scene, Eva's heart fell from the sight before her. There were ambulances and police cars everywhere. Citizens in their pajamas were out in the streets, some were begging even arguing with the police to let them go back to the remnants of their home to search for their loved ones or prized possessions that were under all the rubble.

She saw Amuné on top of a hovering piece of earth as he made his way somewhere, so she approached Jareth and nodded in greeting. "Listen up, those who can hear me." Eva said through their comms. "As Alisa said, this is a search-and-rescue operation. Don't rush into action immediately. Acting without guidance from the authorities might lead to even more accidents and tragedies. Ask the authorities first, see where your powers and expertise may be more of help to everyone." Eva paused when she could hear a mother wailing at the rubble, clutching a dirtied teddy bear in her arms as she knelt to the ground in despair.

Eva breathed deeply before speaking at her comms again. "I'll ask the firefighters, maybe my poison could help with all the debris and the posts that were about to fall. Let's make ourselves useful, everyone."

Palingenesia - A Modern Greek Gods Saga

Dionysus

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Titles: Lord of the Vines / Bromius / Eleutherius / The Masked God / The Mad God
Appearance:

Described as a 'beautiful man', Dionysus has an olive tone complextion and wavy brown hair with violet-colored tips. He wears both female and male presenting clothes whenever he wishes, and his eyes are a deep color of pure concentrated wine. When he uses his powers to inflict madness, his eyes look like multi-colored paint sifting through water. He is always seen in public weilding his thyrsus.

During his ceremonies and in war, he wears the mask of an old bearded man and a cloak that his entire body. He can shapeshift under his cloak in whatever form he wishes, never constricting himself to just one form.

Character Type:

God

Divine Domain (Source of Magic):

Wine, Vegetation, Religious Ecstacy, Festivity, and Madness

Powers:

Dionysus is god of many things but he is first and foremost, a nature god. He may not he as powerful as Demeter and her side of the family, he still holds sway to vegetation. As a nature god, he has the power to harness plants to use both offensively and productively, using his influence over nature to create the highest calibre of wine, mead, and other alcoholic drinks. Being a nature god also means he has a close connection to the nature elementals: nymphs, naiads, satyrs, and more.

Speaking of alcohol, he has complete control over wines, beers, mead, and other drinks of the same kind. He even has some form of influence over drugs and other substances. As long as it has the capability of altering someone's mindest and consciousness, it's highly possible it falls under Dionysus' jurisdiction.

His most fearsome power is to induce insanity to those who deserve it, and even those who crave it. The mind is as fragile as a mirror. One tiny little crack and the whole thing will shatter. It may not be now, but inevitably, it will. Not even the gods were immune to breaking.

Assets:

His alcoholic business ventures are always in demand. Many men and women, even gods, would want to drink their sorrows away especially after the terrible war. He owns numerous clubs and bars worldwide (he's still in talks with Hades on building a club at his domain).

All of his temples are located deep within forests in the home of the elementals. Those temples are reserved only for his followers: satyrs, other nature spirits, and his Maenads. Although anyone can wish to join in the ceremonies if they want, their practices are not for the faint of heart.

Even so, there are still parades and festivals celebrated in his name that are held in streets. While these might be tamer, they are still loud, bright, colorful, and joyful. These are more accessible to the public, letting his followers and the general mortals to celebrate not just his worship but also to celebrate the freedom of expressing their authentic selves. Dionysus is not named as The Liberator for nothing.

The Lord of the Vines also owns many theatres that showcase the artistry and craft of telling stories and ways of worship through song and motion.

Primary Location/Areas of Influence:

Eleutherius (located in what was once Bordeux, France, the wine capital of the modern world)

Biography:

Dionysus was the child of the King of the Gods and Semele, daughter of the king of Cadmus. When Hera knew of her husband's infedility, blah blah blah. Everyone already knew he was the twice-born god, the only Olympian originally born as a demigod and when he emerged from Zeus' thigh, he became 100% a deity.

He may have a seat at the council but he spent most of his time in the mortal world. Probably because he had a mortal parent but compared to his uncles and aunts, Dionysus probably had one of the strongest connections to humans if not the strongest. He was fascinated by them; they were beings of the earth, spent their entire lives trekking on the soil, yet their spiritualities, ideologies, and capabilities rose higher than the skies.

As such, he was disappointed when humanity brought itself to near exctinction again but Dionysus couldn't truly be mad at them. There's beauty in their tragedy, as they would always continue on living no matter the disaster they've experienced. Like a phoenix, they always rose from the ashes of the past to build themselves a better future. A never-ending cycle of destruction and restoration, death and rebirth, was a concept Dionysus was all too familiar with.

Not even long after, the gods were at war with each other, competing for more dominions to expand their influence and gather more power. Dionysus did fight for what was rightfully his, but he spent majority of his time protecting his followers. In the war of the gods, Dionysus chose to side with the mortals, saving as much as he could to prevent further collateral damage. The war ended with Zeus' death and they have all signed the Accord to maintain peace and prosperity to gods, mortals, and every being in-between and beyond.

Still, the death of the Sky God left a tremendous mark on every one. If the King of Olympus himself was dead, what chance do the others have? Dionysus could only put on so many masks, and the wine will soon turn foul. Zeus' death was only the beginning, a chapter of a tragic mystery already set in motion and they all had a part to play in it.

For once, Dionysus wasn't excited to know what will happen next.