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For Queen and Country

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For Queen and Country

Location: 25B Faraday Heights
Interacting With: Felix @McHaggis

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Ghosts did not sleep.

Endless nights reminded Mona of this crucial fact. Endless, endless nights. She could memorize the colors of the sky with how often she watched it during dusk, she could list off each shade of darkness found above; the red-purple of twilight, the blue-black of nine P.M, the purple and pink hints of planet light that formed just at the witching hour. And then the morning would come, the sun summoned the most beautiful shades of white and pink and blue. Striped clouds dotted those lovely mornings, images Mona could piece together into another daydream. Gorgeous mornings led to gorgeous thoughts, and lazy days.

Today was not a gorgeous morning though. As Mona traced the white-gray storm clouds above she sighed. They hadn’t moved since late last night, and she had spent her sleeplessness watching nothing. Gray was not a pretty color, it was dull and familiar, because she too shared such a tone. Monochrome, boring. Where’s my pretty morning? Mona silently complained as her back pressed against the air just a few inches above the roof of Faraday Heights. Light had finally reached their dreary streets and she had no good things to think about, such mundane mornings were supposed to be complained about! In a lazy huff the ghost rose, balancing idly on nothing as she glared down at the empty streets below. People and creatures alike would be wandering down there soon enough, ripe for the imagining, but now nothing but a chill she couldn’t feel danced across the cement.

boring boring boring

A lazy yawn shifted from her lips, parting them but not forming any noise or mist, and Mona huffed haughtily again before lowering down into the roof. Rooms, rooms, and more rooms flashed passed her vision, only for a moment, and she swore she heard a few shocked gasps from a few of them. Of course, seeing a translucent girl descend from your ceiling wasn’t what you normally expected in the morning, but really they should be used to it! Mona wasn’t one for saying sorry, nor was she one to break routine. They screamed every other day! A stifled giggle echoed across one unlit household, and then she was finally home, resting on a couch that she had placed there a mere month or so before.

Mona’s room in 25B was sparse at best. The blue-white couch below her was basically the only piece of furniture, save for a single wooden chair in the other corner and an alcove seat. Lots of places to sit, lots of places to dream. Spray painted white walls and various books and cards made up the rest of the room, all found, aller her’s, and Mona sighed comfortably as she turned and settled visibly onto the couch. Her hair curled above her head automatically, shifting, forming, and bubbling as if suspended forever in water. She watched the effect quietly, combing her gray hands through the kinks and curls for a few long minutes before sitting up and listening to the sounds of the rest of the house.

Felix was awake. Mona knew because automatically her ears started ringing and her body felt a bit heavier. Mediums were noisey, her mind reminded her, and Mona sighed and nodded to herself before drifting towards the door. She opened it out of politeness because, really, she liked Felix, and didn’t wish to frighten her with sudden appearances. As she wandered into the main room of the apartment, glancing around expectantly for the medium, her soft, whispering voice formed and asked gently,

”Felix? You awake?”

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Location: 5631 Spruce Ave
Interacting With: Miss

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Faron liked cigarettes in the morning. He liked the way they tasted (awful, smoky, chalky), he liked the way they smelled. He liked the way they formed shapes and spirals as the smoke left his lips and vanished into the chilly January air. The only thing he loathed about them was, of course, was the way they were slowly suffocating his lungs. If Faron lived passed thirty he would be surprised -- that’s how often he smoked. Pushing such a dark thought aside was easily done, though, as Faron took another drag from the fag and leaned further out the window.

Edgetoun was quiet as a snow storm brewed above. Faron only knew it was a snowstorm because of the old radio sitting beside him, which was now spouting some weird poppy song around crackling static. He took another, longer drag as the words from the radio buried deep into his head, certainly planning to play on and on for the rest of the day. Earworm songs could be damned to hell, Faron thought with a slight smirk, sucking in one last puff as the cigarette fell away into ash between his fingertips. The gray-black mist that steamed from his nose and mouth filled the air fully and, for a moment, Faron swore he saw a face appear. The radio crackled into white noise, and whispers filled his mind. A ghost, looking for attention.

_{fay fay fay fay fay fay fay fay fay}

They called, teasing. Faron watched the smoke shift with each vowel, a curt mouth spouting the name endlessly. He leaned into his hand, waggling a finger at the spirit as it attempted to enter his room.

”Uh-uh, miss. Can’t let ya in here. Why not pass on for now?” His voice came out tense and emotionless, though a friendly smile kept his face light. White mist now escaped from his lips, sweeping into the spirit with another chilly wind which made him shiver, and the spirit’s smoky eyes narrowed and became as sorrowful as they could become. Again, the whispers cried,

fay fay fay fay fay fay fay fay fay fay fay fay fay

And again Faron shook his head and leaned closer, dark eyes sparkling in the half-light of the cloudy day, ”I have people living with me, luv. Got no more room for another. I am certain you would not enjoy my room either; I’m quite boyish, if you get what i mean.” The spirit hung idly in front of him, eyeing him suspiciously, and then a sigh formed from the radio. The white noise ceased, and the spirit backed up into the gales that hung between the buildings. She was not passing on, Faron knew that, but she had become bored him his incessant nos. He waved to her, smiling still, and then she was gone in a sudden gust of cold air, taking with her the odd feeling of being watched and the brief comfort of not having to listen to the morning pop music.

”Later, luv.” Faron called to the empty air, pulling back inside and slamming the window shut. He wandered back towards the center of his cluttered room, tripping over fallen tapestries and cloaks until he was able to settle on the edge of his unmade bed. Neat hands patted warmth and life back to his ice-chilled shoulders, and Faron lit a few melted candles before collapsing back onto his sheets. E glanced at the clock on his nightstand, and then yawned. It was still early.

i could get another hour of sleep in maybe

For Queen and Country

@MiddleEarthRoze
The more the merrier! Welcome to the sitcom house, feat. A cop and a druggy. Please enjoy your stay ;3c

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For: For Queens and Country

Mona

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| Name |

Mona

| Date of Birth |

Forgotten

| Gender |

Female

| Sexuality |

Homosexual

| Occupation |

Forgotten

| In-Depth Appearance |

"Huh, what? I do not look like the Mona Lisa!"

Faceless at first glance, bland at the next. Mona is not particularly eye catching, to say the least. In her after-life she has assumed the often forgettable body of a ghost, appearing almost translucent and formless in certain lights. Even when her ghost-ness isn't notable, she is rather stark, baring the usual pale skin and dark hair of most Londoners. Full lips and white cheeks are often pulled back into a spacey grin, even if she has no reason to smile, and those close enough to view her face would be able to count the gathering of light freckles that bridge over her nose.

If there were anything to notice about Mona, it would probably be her eyes. From afar they aren't much, just a dull hazel, but when hit by the light they burst into a mixture of blue and brown. Expressions and her true feelings play easily through her eyes, though she has yet to realize this fact about herself. Everything else above her face, from her gentle jaw to her wide forehead, is framed by a dark bob and hidden way behind bangs. Due to her ghost nature, every part of her body, excluding her eyes, is monochromatic.

Mona is of average height, standing a mere five feet and four inches off the ground when standing, though she often floats a few extra inches to give the illusion of height. Of course, she is weightless, and even if she did have some depth it wouldn't be much due to her frail, thin figure. Her fashion sense is wildly uneventful, jeans, work boots, and graphic tees make up most of her after-life and she really wouldn't have it any other way.

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| Personality |

♦ Spacey ♦ Forgettable ♦ Dishonest ♦ Heart of Gold ♦

To describe Mona in words would be like giving a verbal personality to the wind itself. They both blow in and out of places with a single gust, sometimes silent, sometimes howling, always chilling. Those who are able to catch the breeze, perhaps by seeing the kicking up of leaves or the rustling of the branches above, are not often humbled or impressed by it. This very feeling goes towards Mona as well. She is unnervingly stark at first glance, so easily forgettable that most probably don't even mindlessly dream of her face like they would with other strangers. And her quiet, spacey attitude definitely doesn't help her blandness. She seems to find much more enjoyment in daydreaming than the ever sought human interaction most crave. Her mind, after all, is much more colorful than the dreary streets of London will ever be.

Just because she is flighty doesn't mean Mona is emotionless. On most occasions where she is surrounded by good vibes and good friends she can be particularly smiley, often laughing at nothing at all just to enjoy the feeling of laughter. Happiness is her favorite emotion, and even when she is feeling glum Mona would never allow another soul to know. Her sadness is her own, her rage is her own. The wind would never let others in on its sorrow, and Mona is the same way. The wind is solitary and lonesome, and so is Mona. But she doesn't mind it, there are times when she in fact adores to be alone. When she daydreams or sleeps, when she is cleaning or singing too loudly to her music, those are her loneliest times as well as her happiest.

Rage is an emotion Mona doesn't feel often, but, like a brewing storm, everything that annoys her in life is often stored away to be expelled later in a variety of slurs and floating objects. Her sorrow forms in similar ways, with huffed sighs and gales that come from nowhere. Mona, again, dislikes showing off negative emotions, and because of this she has developed an unhealthy habit of going completely mute when feeling bottled up. She will take out her emotions when alone, either by screaming in an empty room or crying into a pillow she can barely grab. Mona is a storm of a dead-person, even if she hates to think of herself that way.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Tarot cards, palm reading, dream reading... Basically anything occult.
✔Daydreaming (of a better world or day, usually)
✔Graffiti, both viewing and creating.
✔Spacing out, lazing around, sleeping.
✔Daytime television (especially soap operas)
✔Listening to others talk
✔Acting Lying
✔Birds and bird watching.
✘Cats AND dogs ("they're bloody frightening!")
✘Darkness, especially in enclosed rooms.
✘Horror movies, romance movies, movies in general really.
✘Mediums. They're noisy.
✘Police and other forms of authority.
✘Elderly people.
✘Food and watching/hearing people eat said food
✘Cloudy days.

| History |

dark dark dark dark dark why is it so dark

please help me

im scared

it hurts

dark dark dark

bang

Mona woke up one day on the floor of an abandoned house with a simple case of amnesia. She was nameless, aching, and alone, just like the house she was left behind in. Days turned to weeks, and she prowled through that empty house with no rhyme or reason, moaning and groaning over her aching head. She moaned so loud that, apparently, it attracted the attention of another person. Well, another ghost, a ghost who introduced themselves as 'Luce'. Luce, after failing to get a name out of her, gave her the nick name Mona and then went on to explain her situation.

Needless to say, the new discovery of her now dead state stunned and angered Mona. She eventually left the house behind and found herself wandering the streets of London, rediscovering familiar but still fuzzy street names and faces, old fears, and so much more. Time was at a stand still for her, until she happened upon Edgetoun. Friendly spirits and supernaturals alike attracted her to stay, and she has been living in a small loft with two mediums ever since.

| Family |

Forgotten

| Strengths |

• Generous
• Unassuming
• Dreamer

| Weaknesses |

• Dishonest
• Stark
• Easily frightened
• Lazy

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| Theme Song |

Ghosting – Mother Mother
_{”I won't put white into your hair
I won't make noises in your stairs
I will be kind and I will be sweet
If you stop staring straight through me”}

| House Number |

25B Faraday Heights

| Extra Information |

Doesn't really understand much of anything. Mona is basically relearning life during the course of this rp.

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Faron

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| Name |

Faron "Fay" Beryl Romane

| Date of Birth |

October 31st, 1997

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Bisexual

| Occupation |

Cashier at his mother's shop Blue Lily, Lily Blue. Faron also does a variety of odd jobs just for the experience.

| In-Depth Appearance |

He's the Witch's son, the Witch's son, the Witch's son!

At least, that's what everyone call hims. Faron often rolled his eyes at the name because, a) it was true, and he couldn't change it, b) there were more witches in the world than just his mother, and c) he couldn't see how he could be insulted by such a thing. Faron's witch of a mother blessed him not only with innate spiritual abilities but stunning features and a dazzling attitude towards life. His father though, a faceless man to him, left behind for Faron a strong jaw and broad shoulders. This combination of genes presents itself through Faron in alien ways.

Hair once kept mousy and short has since blossomed into an ever crazed mane around Faron's face. He normally keeps his hair tied behind his head, and though he complains about it getting in his eyes or mouth during his work hours he wouldn't dare cut it. It manages to frame his strong-jawed face just in a way that makes him attractive.... At least, that's what his mother says. Days spent sleeping in the sun has gifted even a London-born witch like himself an averagely healthy skin tone and quite a few freckles that are only seen in certain lights. Faron's face is held expertly together with nerves and skin and bone, painted in such a way that he could appear quite girly to certain eyes. Strong cheek bones and full lips are the main basis for this illusion. Luckily for him, though growing facial hair is no issue, and this alone is enough to give him the look of a grizzled, normally high hiker.

Faron is tall, standing high above most at a healthy 6'4". He keeps his weight under wraps, though most assume he is well over 150lbs. Due to his interest in adventuring through green groves and hidden alleyways, Faron is often caught with bruises and cuts on his arms and legs, and scabs coat his knees like some kind of sick ornaments. Clothing wise, Faron prefers comfortable t-shirts and skinny jeans. Muted rainbows and stripes are his favorite designs.

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| Personality |

♦ Spiritual ♦ Air-headed ♦ Obsessive ♦ Genuine ♦

"Oh, that Faron! What a bloody idiot!"

"Wouldn't a fuckin' Witch's son be smarter?"

Faron has been called an idiot through most school life, and for good reason. He trips over his own two feet, asks the most obvious of questions, and gawks in confusion when other people realize his stupidity and make fun of him for it. He has since grown out of his initial obliviousness (kinda) once he realized he had inherited some of his mother's magic. A wish to hone his skills has led him to studying, long and harder for hours a day, and this new practice gave him some cleverness and some skills to use against others. Sadly, he is still a bit of an airhead, and still the clumsiest being in the world.

Around friends and family Faron is quite kind, acting as a sort of mother figure. He worries for the sake of others and always seems to have whatever they need in his wallet, band aids and painkillers included. Being the son of Opal Romane gave him this carefulness, perhaps, because she is as motherly as they come. Faron himself learns things through experience, and growing up with such an overbearing parent rubbed off on him quite cleanly, giving him the skills of a house wife and the worries of a flighty mother hen. If anyone is in need, Fay will be there, bringing a smile and advice and anything they could use in their life because that is how much he values others. Life is life, no matter how weak or powerful it is.

When it comes to his studies, Faron is extremely studious and closed-minded. He could spends day alone in his room, enthralled in the studies of some long dead witch, obsessed with gaining the skills they possessed. The pressure of the witch community and his mother has led him to study the arcane arts to a dangerous degree. He has attempted spells using his own blood and flesh, which ultimately ended up with a few house fires and ever lasting scars. This obsession has been deemed unhealthy by both his mother and the various doctors he was assigned to visit, and this simple fact can make him a bit irritable. His usual chill persona can shift if someone gets in the way of his studies, and he has been said to actually get mad at those who dare interrupt him. And a mad Faron is a rare and frightening sight to see.

Other than all that, Faron is a cheery individual. He is kind to strangers and friends alike and is more than willing to help those in need. He can be a bit overbearing, but that is just his nature. Fay is hopeless air headed and clumsy, and normally high if out and about for no particular reason, but that's fine because it's who he is, and nothing can change that.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Candles, scented or not. Likes to watch the flames flicker.
✔Gems, stones, rocks, anything that can hold energy really.
✔Animals, especially cats and corvids.
✔Bathing (with homemade bath bombs!)
✔Smoking, mostly marijuana, sometimes just regular cigarettes.
✔Spiritual anything, music, clothes, books, ect.
✔Studying magic, mostly clairvoyance because of his mother.
✔Crowds, friendly people in general.
✘Technology, he can't understand it.
✘Planes, trains and automobiles! He's terrified of all loud, big, mechanical objects.
✘People who insult his loved ones.
✘Skeptics
✘Sudden, loud noises.
✘Overly excited people, they tire him out.
✘Thinking of his future.
✘His own magic, his own dreams.

| History |

Faron was brought into this world without a father and with a sense of hope, because he was Opal Romane's son. Opal, being the right-hand lady to the head of The Brithonic Coven, gifted Faron first with the idea of being some kind of popular figure head in the future, and the the thought of having powers similar to her's. Clairvoyance, to see the future. Faron became obsessed with the idea of being like his mother, beautiful and powerful, but as he grew older he realized he had another kind of magic within in.

Spirits whispered in his ears, distant voices of the dead, and knowledge unfurled in his mind as he grew into his teen years. He wasn't a clairvoyant like his mother, but a medium. A portal for the spirits around them all. And not only were his powers unwanted but they were also difficult to control. He lost sleep listening to those distant voices, and accidentally summoned a few poltergeist typhoons to classrooms where he was feeling a bit trapped.

After graduating high school, Fay spent most of his time studying the magic he could not obtain and working in his mother's shop. With his unruly powers, the other witches began to see him as nothing more than a freeloader kid. The future became a taboo subject in the Romane household. Faron spoke less and less to his mother, mind focused instead on staying calm even as the weight of everything threatened to strangle him, and then one night he said out right.

"I can't stay here. I'll suffocate. I'm moving out."

London treated him well. Being an Irish born kid, he hadn't spent too much time wandering the streets after their move a few years prior, but after he moved out it became his life goal to memorize every alleyway and street corner and shop. To be completely honest, the first week after he moved out Fay was basically homeless. He slept at friends' houses until he found a place in Edgetoun with a very pretty cop as a roommate. For now, it would do. This new life would be enough to clear his mind.

| Family |

Opal Romane, Mother (47): A woman blessed with a brilliant mind and the powers to match. She is the single mother to Faron and the proud owner of Blue Lily, Lily Blue, a popular tourist pit stop and witchy ingredients shop located just off of Piccadilly Circus. Opal herself is a master of Divination and offers tarot readings and psychic advice for a price to mortals and supernatural beings alike. Faron loves her more than life itself, though there are times she can be a bit overbearing as most mothers are.

| Strengths |

• Gentle
• Honest
• Maternal

| Weaknesses |

• Impatient
• Clumsy
• Weak constitution
• Stubborn

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| Theme Song |

Home – AlicebanD
_{”Coal flicker candles swelling
Thoughs come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken”}

| House Number |

5631 Spruce Ave

| Extra Information |

Carries around charged herbs and stones for good luck. He often passes them out to others if he senses they have bad juju. Fay is also a hardcore vegan, though he doesn't let others know too often.

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For Queen and Country

mona and faron are now available for parties, weddings, and friendship/hateship/shipship. If anyone has a certain relationship with either in mind feel free to PM me for discussion~ Rudy the Fuckboi Werewolf will be done hopefully by the end of today

For Queen and Country

rudy will be placed here too when finished

Mona

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| Name |

Mona

| Date of Birth |

Forgotten

| Gender |

Female

| Sexuality |

Homosexual

| Occupation |

Forgotten

| In-Depth Appearance |

"Huh, what? I do not look like the Mona Lisa!"

Faceless at first glance, bland at the next. Mona is not particularly eye catching, to say the least. In her after-life she has assumed the often forgettable body of a ghost, appearing almost translucent and formless in certain lights. Even when her ghost-ness isn't notable, she is rather stark, baring the usual pale skin and dark hair of most Londoners. Full lips and white cheeks are often pulled back into a spacey grin, even if she has no reason to smile, and those close enough to view her face would be able to count the gathering of light freckles that bridge over her nose.

If there were anything to notice about Mona, it would probably be her eyes. From afar they aren't much, just a dull hazel, but when hit by the light they burst into a mixture of blue and brown. Expressions and her true feelings play easily through her eyes, though she has yet to realize this fact about herself. Everything else above her face, from her gentle jaw to her wide forehead, is framed by a dark bob and hidden way behind bangs. Due to her ghost nature, every part of her body, excluding her eyes, is monochromatic.

Mona is of average height, standing a mere five feet and four inches off the ground when standing, though she often floats a few extra inches to give the illusion of height. Of course, she is weightless, and even if she did have some depth it wouldn't be much due to her frail, thin figure. Her fashion sense is wildly uneventful, jeans, work boots, and graphic tees make up most of her after-life and she really wouldn't have it any other way.

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| Personality |

♦ Spacey ♦ Forgettable ♦ Dishonest ♦ Heart of Gold ♦

To describe Mona in words would be like giving a verbal personality to the wind itself. They both blow in and out of places with a single gust, sometimes silent, sometimes howling, always chilling. Those who are able to catch the breeze, perhaps by seeing the kicking up of leaves or the rustling of the branches above, are not often humbled or impressed by it. This very feeling goes towards Mona as well. She is unnervingly stark at first glance, so easily forgettable that most probably don't even mindlessly dream of her face like they would with other strangers. And her quiet, spacey attitude definitely doesn't help her blandness. She seems to find much more enjoyment in daydreaming than the ever sought human interaction most crave. Her mind, after all, is much more colorful than the dreary streets of London will ever be.

Just because she is flighty doesn't mean Mona is emotionless. On most occasions where she is surrounded by good vibes and good friends she can be particularly smiley, often laughing at nothing at all just to enjoy the feeling of laughter. Happiness is her favorite emotion, and even when she is feeling glum Mona would never allow another soul to know. Her sadness is her own, her rage is her own. The wind would never let others in on its sorrow, and Mona is the same way. The wind is solitary and lonesome, and so is Mona. But she doesn't mind it, there are times when she in fact adores to be alone. When she daydreams or sleeps, when she is cleaning or singing too loudly to her music, those are her loneliest times as well as her happiest.

Rage is an emotion Mona doesn't feel often, but, like a brewing storm, everything that annoys her in life is often stored away to be expelled later in a variety of slurs and floating objects. Her sorrow forms in similar ways, with huffed sighs and gales that come from nowhere. Mona, again, dislikes showing off negative emotions, and because of this she has developed an unhealthy habit of going completely mute when feeling bottled up. She will take out her emotions when alone, either by screaming in an empty room or crying into a pillow she can barely grab. Mona is a storm of a dead-person, even if she hates to think of herself that way.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Tarot cards, palm reading, dream reading... Basically anything occult.
✔Daydreaming (of a better world or day, usually)
✔Graffiti, both viewing and creating.
✔Spacing out, lazing around, sleeping.
✔Daytime television (especially soap operas)
✔Listening to others talk
✔Acting Lying
✔Birds and bird watching.
✘Cats AND dogs ("they're bloody frightening!")
✘Darkness, especially in enclosed rooms.
✘Horror movies, romance movies, movies in general really.
✘Mediums. They're noisy.
✘Police and other forms of authority.
✘Elderly people.
✘Food and watching/hearing people eat said food
✘Cloudy days.

| History |

dark dark dark dark dark why is it so dark

please help me

im scared

it hurts

dark dark dark

bang

Mona woke up one day on the floor of an abandoned house with a simple case of amnesia. She was nameless, aching, and alone, just like the house she was left behind in. Days turned to weeks, and she prowled through that empty house with no rhyme or reason, moaning and groaning over her aching head. She moaned so loud that, apparently, it attracted the attention of another person. Well, another ghost, a ghost who introduced themselves as 'Luce'. Luce, after failing to get a name out of her, gave her the nick name Mona and then went on to explain her situation.

Needless to say, the new discovery of her now dead state stunned and angered Mona. She eventually left the house behind and found herself wandering the streets of London, rediscovering familiar but still fuzzy street names and faces, old fears, and so much more. Time was at a stand still for her, until she happened upon Edgetoun. Friendly spirits and supernaturals alike attracted her to stay, and she has been living in a small loft with two mediums ever since.

| Family |

Forgotten

| Strengths |

• Generous
• Unassuming
• Dreamer

| Weaknesses |

• Dishonest
• Stark
• Easily frightened
• Lazy

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| Theme Song |

Ghosting – Mother Mother
_{”I won't put white into your hair
I won't make noises in your stairs
I will be kind and I will be sweet
If you stop staring straight through me”}

| House Number |

25B Faraday Heights

| Extra Information |

Doesn't really understand much of anything. Mona is basically relearning life during the course of this rp.

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Faron

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| Name |

Faron "Fay" Beryl Romane

| Date of Birth |

October 31st, 1997

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Bisexual

| Occupation |

Cashier at his mother's shop Blue Lily, Lily Blue. Faron also does a variety of odd jobs just for the experience.

| In-Depth Appearance |

He's the Witch's son, the Witch's son, the Witch's son!

At least, that's what everyone call hims. Faron often rolled his eyes at the name because, a) it was true, and he couldn't change it, b) there were more witches in the world than just his mother, and c) he couldn't see how he could be insulted by such a thing. Faron's witch of a mother blessed him not only with innate spiritual abilities but stunning features and a dazzling attitude towards life. His father though, a faceless man to him, left behind for Faron a strong jaw and broad shoulders. This combination of genes presents itself through Faron in alien ways.

Hair once kept mousy and short has since blossomed into an ever crazed mane around Faron's face. He normally keeps his hair tied behind his head, and though he complains about it getting in his eyes or mouth during his work hours he wouldn't dare cut it. It manages to frame his strong-jawed face just in a way that makes him attractive.... At least, that's what his mother says. Days spent sleeping in the sun has gifted even a London-born witch like himself an averagely healthy skin tone and quite a few freckles that are only seen in certain lights. Faron's face is held expertly together with nerves and skin and bone, painted in such a way that he could appear quite girly to certain eyes. Strong cheek bones and full lips are the main basis for this illusion. Luckily for him, though growing facial hair is no issue, and this alone is enough to give him the look of a grizzled, normally high hiker.

Faron is tall, standing high above most at a healthy 6'4". He keeps his weight under wraps, though most assume he is well over 150lbs. Due to his interest in adventuring through green groves and hidden alleyways, Faron is often caught with bruises and cuts on his arms and legs, and scabs coat his knees like some kind of sick ornaments. Clothing wise, Faron prefers comfortable t-shirts and skinny jeans. Muted rainbows and stripes are his favorite designs.

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| Personality |

♦ Spiritual ♦ Air-headed ♦ Obsessive ♦ Genuine ♦

"Oh, that Faron! What a bloody idiot!"

"Wouldn't a fuckin' Witch's son be smarter?"

Faron has been called an idiot through most school life, and for good reason. He trips over his own two feet, asks the most obvious of questions, and gawks in confusion when other people realize his stupidity and make fun of him for it. He has since grown out of his initial obliviousness (kinda) once he realized he had inherited some of his mother's magic. A wish to hone his skills has led him to studying, long and harder for hours a day, and this new practice gave him some cleverness and some skills to use against others. Sadly, he is still a bit of an airhead, and still the clumsiest being in the world.

Around friends and family Faron is quite kind, acting as a sort of mother figure. He worries for the sake of others and always seems to have whatever they need in his wallet, band aids and painkillers included. Being the son of Opal Romane gave him this carefulness, perhaps, because she is as motherly as they come. Faron himself learns things through experience, and growing up with such an overbearing parent rubbed off on him quite cleanly, giving him the skills of a house wife and the worries of a flighty mother hen. If anyone is in need, Fay will be there, bringing a smile and advice and anything they could use in their life because that is how much he values others. Life is life, no matter how weak or powerful it is.

When it comes to his studies, Faron is extremely studious and closed-minded. He could spends day alone in his room, enthralled in the studies of some long dead witch, obsessed with gaining the skills they possessed. The pressure of the witch community and his mother has led him to study the arcane arts to a dangerous degree. He has attempted spells using his own blood and flesh, which ultimately ended up with a few house fires and ever lasting scars. This obsession has been deemed unhealthy by both his mother and the various doctors he was assigned to visit, and this simple fact can make him a bit irritable. His usual chill persona can shift if someone gets in the way of his studies, and he has been said to actually get mad at those who dare interrupt him. And a mad Faron is a rare and frightening sight to see.

Other than all that, Faron is a cheery individual. He is kind to strangers and friends alike and is more than willing to help those in need. He can be a bit overbearing, but that is just his nature. Fay is hopeless air headed and clumsy, and normally high if out and about for no particular reason, but that's fine because it's who he is, and nothing can change that.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Candles, scented or not. Likes to watch the flames flicker.
✔Gems, stones, rocks, anything that can hold energy really.
✔Animals, especially cats and corvids.
✔Bathing (with homemade bath bombs!)
✔Smoking, mostly marijuana, sometimes just regular cigarettes.
✔Spiritual anything, music, clothes, books, ect.
✔Studying magic, mostly clairvoyance because of his mother.
✔Crowds, friendly people in general.
✘Technology, he can't understand it.
✘Planes, trains and automobiles! He's terrified of all loud, big, mechanical objects.
✘People who insult his loved ones.
✘Skeptics
✘Sudden, loud noises.
✘Overly excited people, they tire him out.
✘Thinking of his future.
✘His own magic, his own dreams.

| History |

Faron was brought into this world without a father and with a sense of hope, because he was Opal Romane's son. Opal, being the right-hand lady to the head of The Brithonic Coven, gifted Faron first with the idea of being some kind of popular figure head in the future, and the the thought of having powers similar to her's. Clairvoyance, to see the future. Faron became obsessed with the idea of being like his mother, beautiful and powerful, but as he grew older he realized he had another kind of magic within in.

Spirits whispered in his ears, distant voices of the dead, and knowledge unfurled in his mind as he grew into his teen years. He wasn't a clairvoyant like his mother, but a medium. A portal for the spirits around them all. And not only were his powers unwanted but they were also difficult to control. He lost sleep listening to those distant voices, and accidentally summoned a few poltergeist typhoons to classrooms where he was feeling a bit trapped.

After graduating high school, Fay spent most of his time studying the magic he could not obtain and working in his mother's shop. With his unruly powers, the other witches began to see him as nothing more than a freeloader kid. The future became a taboo subject in the Romane household. Faron spoke less and less to his mother, mind focused instead on staying calm even as the weight of everything threatened to strangle him, and then one night he said out right.

"I can't stay here. I'll suffocate. I'm moving out."

London treated him well. Being an Irish born kid, he hadn't spent too much time wandering the streets after their move a few years prior, but after he moved out it became his life goal to memorize every alleyway and street corner and shop. To be completely honest, the first week after he moved out Fay was basically homeless. He slept at friends' houses until he found a place in Edgetoun with a very pretty cop as a roommate. For now, it would do. This new life would be enough to clear his mind.

| Family |

Opal Romane, Mother (47): A woman blessed with a brilliant mind and the powers to match. She is the single mother to Faron and the proud owner of Blue Lily, Lily Blue, a popular tourist pit stop and witchy ingredients shop located just off of Piccadilly Circus. Opal herself is a master of Divination and offers tarot readings and psychic advice for a price to mortals and supernatural beings alike. Faron loves her more than life itself, though there are times she can be a bit overbearing as most mothers are.

| Strengths |

• Gentle
• Honest
• Maternal

| Weaknesses |

• Impatient
• Clumsy
• Weak constitution
• Stubborn

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| Theme Song |

Home – AlicebanD
_{”Coal flicker candles swelling
Thoughs come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken”}

| House Number |

5631 Spruce Ave

| Extra Information |

Carries around charged herbs and stones for good luck. He often passes them out to others if he senses they have bad juju. Fay is also a hardcore vegan, though he doesn't let others know too often. Has a cute lil kitty cat named Minnie.

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For Queen and Country

@Silent Observer
<sub>holy shit hell yes tilda swinton angel they're gorgeous

accepted 4 real

@McHaggis is in love as well we're all dying</sub>

For Queen and Country

_{quietly puts up another wip cause im trash}

Rudy WIP

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| Name |

Rudy Kyle Glasscock _{yeah, really}

| Date of Birth |

May 23rd, 1996

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Pansexual

| Occupation |

Mechanic at a car shop just on the outskirts of Edgetoun.

| In-Depth Appearance |

At least a paragraph, detailing your character’s appearance. Go into detail with clothing style, scars, posture, voice too, if you're keen!

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| Personality |

♦ Aggressive ♦ Warm ♦ Snarky ♦ Sensuous ♦

At least a paragraph or two detailing your character’s personality. Positive and negative, please!

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.

| History |

For the ancient sort, abbreviated as much as you like. Generally only need two paragraphs here: perhaps how they were changed into a supernatural creature (if applicable)/early life as one, and how they have reacted so far to the outing of their kind. Everything more is sweet, delicious icing.

| Family |

Ruby Glasscock

| Strengths |

• Street smarts
• Protective
• Observant

| Weaknesses |

• Sarcastic
• Aggressive
• Loud
• Stubborn

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| Theme Song |

Chevy Thunder – Spector
_{”Not coming back but I can't stop waiting
Give me a minute while my heart stops breaking
Give me a minute while I fix my tie
Give me a minute while I take my life”}

| House Number |

Choose from the list. Some characters have housemates (because I want to force character interaction lel).

| Extra Information |

Anything else.

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For Queen and Country

Joining McHaggis' RPs you'll find out quick that everything is pretty gay. Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty gay.

A lot of LGBT -- a lot.

A beyond abundant amount. Beyond. So much queer.

We take all the bi-erasure in media and just jam pack all the 'shoulda beens.'

@HalfOfLancelot

tbh i dont think ive made a straight character since coming back to the site. id rather not limit my options when there are so many good characters to befriend and romance >;3c

edit:

im claiming jack falahee fair warninG