Danvers

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

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𝕽𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙?

_{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Pasithea's apartment
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Eros | Psyche | Isa
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Anteros & Ares}

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"You want me to stay?" Eros replied, looking down at where Psyche had taken hold of his arm. It took all his concentration to keep his voice from trembling. Without warning tears suddenly sprung into his eyes again, spilling over onto his cheeks, hot and unbidden. He wasn't the type to care about such things and had shed more tears over the last two millennia than he had ever done before the fall, but that didn't mean he wanted her to see him in such a sorry state.

"Don't look at me Psyche!" He quickly yelped when he realized that he was crying, moving to cover her eyes with the palm of his hand. It was ironic that this was not the first time he had told her not to do so. As if looking at him would break some spell; that she would see the monster that the mortals had claimed he was. "Just keep your eyes closed for a minute…please." He blinked as he spoke, willing himself to adopt the light air of ease that he wore like a mask.

”Of course I do.”, Psyche answered as if it was the most obvious one in the world. She wasn’t sure why he had even needed to ask when she had ran after him for so long, this time being the only one she had even a chance of catching him. Shock and panic hit her like a freight train as tears spilled down his cheeks, making her wonder what she did wrong. Did he hate her so much that the hold on his arm or her wanting him around was too much? Had she forced him into a corner to finally tell her the truth? She was trying to think of words or something to say when a familiar phase hit her, stunning her for a moment before his palm covered her eyes with no chance to comply on her own. She waited like this, knowing that he needed this even if it ended the same way it had gone the first time.

She hated that he was in tears, her heart hurting as she just wanted to make it better. Psyche nodded softly at his next request, closing her eyes under his palm and trusting him not to flee. She carefully moved her hand up to the one covering her eyes, slowly pulling it away so he could see she had done as he asked before shyly linking her fingers with his own on the same hand. Her free hand shakily reached out, searching blindly in the air for a moment without her vision before landing just below his shoulder, fingertips brushing along the path of his shoulders to his neck, drifting upward to find his cheek and carefully wiping away the collected trail of tears that had fallen with her thumb. She kept her hand to his cheek, squeezing his other hand gently for support and reassurance as she spoke, ”Please don’t cry.”

Eros blinked as she softly touched him, lingering tears shedding like autumnal leaves. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I'm sorry..." He repeated the words again and again as if they were a prayer that, if said enough times, would reverse the last two thousand years. He couldn't put on a persona in front of Psyche, he never had been able to. Her sweet, kind words washed over him like an embrace, comforting him in a way that no one else could. He leant into the hand that was cupping his cheek, letting out a slow breath.

What was he doing? Why was he being such a coward? With her here, it dawned on him that he had been an idiot. Well more than an idiot. He realized that this was Psyche he was talking to…that even if she didn't love him anymore, she would break it to him gently. That it didn't make sense to run from her when she had only ever been her true, honest self with him. How shameful that he proclaimed himself a god of love.

"You can open your eyes." After several moments of silence he leant towards Psyche, whispering the words into her ear in a way that only a god of love could. Their hands still entwined, he felt whole for the first time since the fall.

She was grateful for their entwined hand for a bit of support, her knees feeling weak and her heart racing as her love whispered into her ear. Psyche let her eyes flutter open, leaning back a bit to gaze over his features, entranced by how handsome he still was even after fallen tears. She smiled brightly, a honey glow to her cheeks while feeling happier than she had in these last two thousand years. Psyche’s world felt complete with Eros near her. She could have stayed in the moment forever as long as they could just be together. For a second, she let herself get lost in the moment as if the time apart was a distant memory. She leaned her forehead against his own, the hand on his cheek gliding into his hair as she lightly played with the soft tresses. ”Feeling alright?…, Psyche whispered softly, gathering up a bit of courage before continuing, …or do you want a kiss to make it better?”

Eros found himself smiling in return, a hand reaching up to pull her closer towards him. She smelt like freshly baked bread and sweet cherry blossoms, like the home they had once shared together. His sadness melted away, leaving only a sense of calm, before his green eyes twinkled mischievously at her words. "You should know better than to tempt me so, Psyche." Unlacing their fingers, his thumb moved to rub gently over her bottom lip. She did not seem to hate him and in this moment he truly believed that she did not.

”Has knowing better ever stopped me from trying, Eros?”, she questioned breathlessly, her bottom lip tingling from just the gentle touch alone. The temptation of her offer hovering between them had Psyche on edge, still wondering if he would accept it. She had already been bold enough to ask so was there really all that much stopping her from showing what she wanted. To show him without words how much she loved him. Psyche’s eyes drifted from their locked gaze to his lips and back as if asking permission or giving him a chance to stop her as she started to lean forward. Her now free hand softly gripped the belt at his waist side, fingers curling for leverage before giving a light tug, tempting him to step closer.

“Who the fuck are you two?” Isa said. She was standing in the dark bedroom’s door, balancing on one leg while holding a vase with both of her hands. The plants and water inside were already tossed out. She had her father’s intense look on her face as she readied herself to hit someone over the head with the vase. In her mind she had all the moves mapped out already. Neither of them looked like they could fight. They looked weak, frail. Not like the psycho she fought in the hotel room less than twelve hours ago. Though in truth she knew it’d be a short fight. Her brief lapse of consciousness had not nearly been enough rest. Still, she’d be damned if she was going to be caught by surprise by two people who had the love language taken straight from a romance novel.

"Who are you? Eros shot back moodily, feeling a surge of irritation at the sudden interruption. His hand gently fell away from its place against Psyche's lips, head tilting in confusion as he glanced at the vase that she held clutched in her hand. Was she really wielding that as a weapon? What an odd person. Regardless, he didn't want her to suddenly attack Psyche so he gently pushed the goddess behind him, shielding her with his body.

"Oh wait..." For a moment the corner of his lip pulled up into a smirk and he looked eerily like the twins. It was not often that the resemblance between them was so striking. "You're the mortal right? How fun..." Normally he would take this opportunity to tease his new sibling but her impromptu arrival had rubbed him the wrong way. "But if you could kindly go away. You've interrupted something very important."

The smirk triggered a memory. For a split second Isabel wanted to smash the vase over this boy’s head and stab him in the eye with a shard. Just to make sure he couldn’t do anything. She stopped herself though. Again, he looked frail. He was a different sibling. “You’re Anteros.” Isabel said as she lowered the vase. Her eyes went to the girl he was with. She didn’t show the same eyes as the psycho. Hers actually looked nice. “And you… Pothos?” Then her eyes immediately shifted towards the one she assumed to be her half-brother: “Are you going to stab me?”

She peeked out from behind her beloved, staying where she was for a moment just in case of danger since she was not a fighter by any means before slowly joining by his side, wrapping her arm around his. She wanted to give the woman the benefit of the doubt though even with the sharp glances a moment ago and she had already overlooked the missed guesses to their identities. Did they really look that alike though? It was weird to instantly come to that conclusion right? She quickly shook it off, her head tilted in confusion, looking to Eros for a moment before glancing at the woman in front of them. What on earth had she been through to think they were going to stab her? Sure, Pasi had said a mortal daughter of Ares was hurt and resting but it sounded like it had been far more than just that.

”Oh um, Psyche, actually. It’s nice to meet you.”, she answered, still blushing from the recent turn of events and being caught in a sense which was embarrassing. She had never really been great at control when Eros was around, losing herself and the world around her. Aphrodite and Pasithea had at least left them to their own devices, probably one from politeness and other from disgust but at least they hadn’t witnessed or interrupted in such a moment.
”And this is not Anteros but um, you are in the right ballpark….”, Psyche stated. While normally she might go on and introduce Eros, but they really had some talking they needed to do first since…she was a bit confused on where they were at. Could she still call him her husband and introduce him as such? She didn’t want to chase him off or panic him with labels if he wasn’t ready or didn’t want them. ”But, why did you ask if we were going to stab you?”

Eros huffed from beside Psyche, looking like a child who'd had his favorite toy taken away. "Maybe I should stab her…" He mumbled petulantly, quietly enough that Isa would likely not be able to hear. He didn't mean it but he had always prided himself on his realm. On his beloved bow and arrows that had been able to strike a myriad of sensations into mortals and gods alike. It tugged at the vainglorious part of himself that Psyche was usually able to dampen so easily, and with a pout on his face, he strode over to his supposed sister. Grabbing onto her shoulders, he made to spin her around and redirect her into the bedroom. "Clearly you are an idiot so please go away."

“Nice to meet you- Wait. Psyche? As in the human- Hey!” She exclaimed as she was spun around by her brother. Her slightly more lucid mind quickly figured out who was pushing her back to bed like some… little sister? For a quick second she melted. Family. Kind family. Well, kinder than the first sibling she met. Still, she wasn’t going to do what he wanted that easily.

She tossed the vase at the bed, making sure it would land safely, then jumped to the side, ducked and twisted around her brother to get behind him. “You’re Eros. If anyone’s the idiot it’s-” She said as she moved with an inkling of grace. That is, until – out of pure habit – she landed on both of her feet. A pang of pain, less than what she had felt before, shot through her and she dropped. “Fuck!”

Eros rolled his eyes at her sudden yelp but crouched down next to Isa, holding out a hand. "Let me help you up." He muttered. He didn't really feel like helping her but he hadn't missed the brief moment of vulnerability, or the yearning that seemed to be desperately flowing from the mortal.

Psyche put her hands on her hips, shaking her head at both of them. They were definitely siblings and were already playing stereotypes of acting annoying to each other and weakly insulting one another before even getting to know about each other. ”Eros, you should know better than to startle an injured person.”, she scolded, knowing the feeling of disappointment at the interruption but he was acting like a pouting child…and while it was impossibly adorable, it was not the time. She stepped forward, crouching down as well but let her love offer his help to get Isa off the ground since he was far stronger than her for support after all. Her decision also definitely didn’t have anything to do with wanting to watch his physique and flexing muscles…not at all. ”Are you alright? That didn’t sound too pleasant from the reaction.”, Psyche asked Isa in concern, trying to offer a bit of emotional support and showing they were both here for her.

“No! No.” Isabel quickly said as she waved away Eros’ helping hand. With a small jump she managed to get her good foot under her again and slowly got up again, with one hand carefully leaning against the wall to keep her balance. Her father would disown her if he ever found her so weak she had to get up with help. “I’m fine. Just a small wound. It’s nothing.” She then said to Psyche as she was clearly still balancing on one leg. No way in hell was she going to show weakness again. That would disappoint her father as well.

Once she got her bearing again she looked at the divine, and how they looked at each other. For just a second she felt absolute jealousy. No one had ever given her a glance like these two looked at each other. They were so clearly absolutely in love. “I hope you’ve been here on earth as long as my father. We – mortals, I suppose – still sort of talk about your story. It’s like Romeo and Juliette. With a happy ending that is!” The jealousy, the yearning, It was getting a bit too much for Isabel. There was nothing she could do about it. Romantic love, like these two felt, she would never feel. She couldn’t feel it. Maybe that made her broken. Melancholy waved over her. Those thoughts would lead her down a rabbit hole that made her cry many lonely nights before. She didn’t have the privilege of breaking down like that right now. She still had a duty to carry out.

“Sorry, I have to go. I still have to find father.” She said as she started to hop towards the living room. Though right before she went in she turned to look at the two love birds again. “You know, I’m happy you guys are still together.” And then she hopped into the living to look for her weapon.

Eros had been smiling gently at Psyche, but as Isa spoke his face fell. Each word hit him like a bullet, tangible and painful. They'd had a happy ending once but that had been ruined. He'd messed it up too badly, it wasn't going to work. It's too broken... The young deity scrambled to his feet, panic etched across his face. His heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest and he found himself being unable to catch his breath. It hurt too much.

He glanced at Psyche, still taken away by her beauty as he always was and always would be. But he knew she would never truly forgive him and he couldn't cope with that. "I-I need to go too!" He stammered as he backed away from her, moving quickly towards the front door before anyone could stop him.

Psyche barely had a moment to stand before she was hit with Isa’s kind words, her heart warming even if it was a bit of a reminder that they still needed to talk fully. If a stranger could see something between them then it had to still be there right? Even if they weren’t technically fully together at the moment right? She looked over at Eros when suddenly she felt her heart sink into her stomach, the smile fading instantly from her face at seeing that same look that was featured in many of her nightmares. It was the same one he gave her when they had first fallen and again every time his eyes landed on her before he left. ”Don’t..”, she said barely above a whisper as her voice wouldn’t come out, choked up as she watched him back away before fully making an exit. It was dumb. She knew she appeared ridiculous much like every other time she went running after him. She couldn’t handle it again. Not after being so close. ”Eros! Wait!”

She ignored the ladies in the living room, flying out the front door and letting it rudely slam behind her. She rushed to the elevator, cursing and slamming her hand against the metal sliding protector as it closed. Psyche quickly jabbed the button on repeat, ”No, no, no, _{no, no…}, but it was to no avail as each was still headed downward. She quickly abandoned the elevators, rushing for the stairwell, sprinting and stumbling frantically as she dashed in a full blown panic. She ignored the sprained ankle, the pain in her elbow and hands when she had to catch herself multiple times on the stairs from a more serious injury. It didn’t matter if it harmed her, she would not slow down because she was determined to reach where she needed to be. The staff of the apartment looked at her with concern, startled by the commotion of her busting out of the stairwell and staring at the elevators in horror, noticing they were all headed up which means all of the passengers were already off.

Psyche frantically dashed out the entrance door, not even waiting for the doorman to politely open it for her. She looked back and forth down the street, gasping for air from her sprinting as well as full blown panic while gripping her hair in frustration. He was gone. He was right there. They had been able to touch. They had been able to talk. So close. So close. Her knees gave out, not even caring as they hit and scraped the pavement upon her collapse. Tears streamed down her face, her heart feeling broken and hollow as she gazed forward, blank and unseeing in front of her. Why? Why? What did she have to do? What had she done wrong? Why had she let herself be hopeful? She screamed loudly as if in physical agonizing pain with broken sobs, not caring if she looked like a two year old throwing a tantrum, not caring if she looked like a crazy woman to these onlookers passing her by on the streets, not even caring when the poor old man that just was trying to make a living opening doors tried his best to assist her. She didn’t hear any of it, letting herself for the first time in thousands of years feel the full force of her pain. For once, not being positive about the situation or optimistic. For once, not wishing to defend her husbands and just let herself be heartbroken.

“Miss, miss? Are you alright?”

She heard the voice filter in, her hollow gazing turning to the poor man as he looked at her with concern and then around at a few onlookers that had stopped, gossiping a bit between themselves. “Would you like me to call someone?” He asked politely, trying to be nice even with the extra attention. She weakly shook her head, tears still streaming down her face and each breath hitching with effort to breathe as it felt like there was pressure in her chest. She stood shakily, ignoring the blood dripping from her knees and the pain that flared through them with her full weight. “Miss, are you going to be alright? Can I get you a taxi?” She gave a broken smile, shaking her head softly with a horse reply, ”I’ll b-be f-fine. Sorry f-for the inconvenience.” That said, she stumbled away from the complex, not even bothering with her car and planning to get it later. She wouldn’t be able to drive anyway, not with the tears still bubbling and falling down her cheeks causing her vision to blur. She didn’t know where she was heading, just walking without a purpose. Psyche knew she should call someone to pick her up and have some emotional support but…she didn’t want to pretend to be hopeful but she also didn’t want them to be mad at Eros. Her heart felt like a knife stabbed into the crumbled pieces that were left at just thinking his name, her sobs becoming stronger once again.

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@Her Hiraeth I'd recommend joining the discord if possible! Easier to discuss things there.

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SAMANTHA RYEO | SIREN

_______________________________________________ 𝕊𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕒 '𝕊𝕒𝕞' '𝕊𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕪' ℝ𝕪𝕖𝕠 | ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 | [color=fluence emotions related to love; be that lust, adoration or a fleeting crush. The strength of these feelings #CEADFF] CEADFF[/color] | 𝕊𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕟 ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ 𝟚𝟘 | 𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 | 𝟝𝕗𝕥 𝟛 | 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ☀ Bubbly | Effervescent | Chatty | Curious | High-spirited | Resourceful | Courteous | Fun-loving ☁ Impatient | Distractible | Clumsy | Airy | Emotional | Outspoken ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ LIKES Dancing & skipping & spinning ✿ Doing cool ass tricks whilst swimming ✿ Teasing Nathaniel ✿ Chocolate spread ✿ Singing really loud for no reason at all ✿ Shroom picking ✿ Those cute games on your phone where you look after a squishy thing ✿ Squishy things ✿ Ferrets ✿ Trying out new hairstyles ✿ Pigtails and space buns in particular ✿ Not letting Nathaniel kiss her DISLIKES Waiting in line ✿ The sight of her own blood ✿ Heights ✿ The bit in a horror movie where you know they're about to scare you ✿ Not being near water ✿ People who don't like music ✿ When she accidentally sits on her hair or gets it in her food

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✿ ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 ✿ Unlike other sirens, Sam can not use her call to lure people in and control them. She can however inonly lasts whilst she is singing and at present she can only affect one person at a time, but the implications of her power can be dramatic depending on how it is used. ✿ ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 ✿ Sam has always found it easy to get along with other people. She has never suffered with shyness and will always be willing to speak to a stranger, or welcome someone new. She has a natural ease with others and is able to both attract & keep friends. ✿ ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 ✿ Samantha is extremely flexible, particularly when she is in the water, and can move her body in ways that she probably shouldn't be able to. It lets her do lots of fun tricks however and she is really really good at twister. This has come in handy exactly zero times in her life. ✿ ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠 ✿ Sam is very afraid of heights. She sees being up high as the opposite of being deep underwater, and she is not okay with it. On the few occasions she has been somewhere high she will typically start crying, hyperventilate, cling onto the nearest person, and usually have to be carried back down. ✿ 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 ✿ Sam is a big tease. She will flirt, bat her eyelashes, twirl her hair...only to back out at the last minute. She can't seem to admit when she actually likes someone and when she finds out someone likes her, will be unable to resist taunting them. It has landed in her trouble on many occasions and undoubtedly will in the future too. ✿ ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 ✿ She cries, a lot. She cries when shes happy, but also, if even the slightest thing upsets her, she will burst into tears. She once even cried because she saw a really really cute dog. OUTLOOK / IDEALS / PERSPECTIVE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Samantha is chill with just about everyone. She doesn't really care if they are mortal or immortal, human or supernatural, if they get along...they get along. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ To learn some more cool swimming tricks. To figure out if she truly wants to be an idol. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Losing her voice. в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Though her family are originally from South Korea, they emigrated to the USA several decades ago and Samantha was born & raised off the coast of Southern California. Though they enjoyed living under the surface, they also had a large beach house where they would spend much of their time. It allowed Sam to mingle with humans in a way that has always allowed her to feel comfortable around them. She doesn't seem them as any different from herself, aside from the fact that they suck at swimming and can't lure sailors to their deaths. Sam has always enjoyed the limelight and would spend hours as a child learning tricks whilst swimming, that she would then show off to her family. They would often return to Seoul on vacation and it was whilst she was there when she was 15 years old, that she attracted the attention of an entertainment company. Being a siren ticked off most of the boxes for them - beauty, grace, and a whacking singing voice. It didn't take long before she went into training as an idol and was on the cusp of being allocated to a group, when she suddenly backed out. She'd never admit it but she missed her pod, she missed the water, and she missed the feeling of freedom. Being an idol was never going to be about what she wanted and well, Sam was too stubborn to listen to dumb old men tell her what to do all day. Instead she chose to attend Hawthorne Academy, desiring to see somewhere new. She still gets requests to go back to South Korea and audition to be part of a group again, but Sams unsure what she really wants. For now she's just enjoying having fun and using her singing voice in the way Mother Nature intended.

ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ

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_{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. nightsbane dormitory room
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. a certain someone}

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The two dormitories were far enough apart for the powers that be to feel comfortable in their belief that vampires and werewolves would not mix. Or at the very least be discouraged from doing so. When it had come to the twins, they had not known where to put them. Whatever they did, they would be in the wrong place. But eventually it was decided that they felt and looked like vampires, and seemed to have little in common with the wolves, so Nightshade would have to do. The dormitory reserved for bloodsuckers and anyone unfortunate enough to have to cohabit with them was atop a tall winding tower, dotted with large gothic style windows, framed by curtains of deep purple and black draping lazily to the floor. Everything was gilded with intricate but subtly carved designs and although every year several students attempted to carve their names alongside these, they were promptly magic'ed away at the end of each term. It was home. Or at least a sort of home.

Caleb stood against one of the grand windows. It had been slung wide open and he paid little heed to the wind and rain that lashed against him, dampening his soft curls and wetting his cheeks. Taking a slow drag from his cigarette, he leaned over the sill to breathe out a leisurely stream of smoke, his eyes flitting to the familiar gargoyle that sat in pride of place below. Ugly thing. The fingers of his free hand reached up to subconsciously brush over the new, but already fully healed scar that marked a vertical line over his right eye. It had not hurt for long but he still imagined he could feel the wound as if fresh. He could barely remember what had happened. It was always difficult to recall those times but that night...

A jean clad pair of legs suddenly appeared from above, dragging him back to the present. The figure deftly swung itself through the window to land inside the dorm room, shaking its sodden head to send water droplets cascading onto the polished, and in all likelihood recently cleaned, ebony floor. Casting a final glance outside, Caleb slammed the window shut, causing a couple of first years to jump in surprise. He turned to raise a questioning eyebrow at his twin, who responded by swiping his palms across one another, a self-satisfied grin stretching across his face. "Done and done." Charlie chimed happily, moving to sling an arm around his brothers shoulders only to be promptly shrugged off. He frowned for a moment but such expressions never settled. Caleb was always moody, even if things had been a little more tense between them recently. It would be okay, it always was.

Ignoring the sullen air radiating off his brother, he moved closer to a fire that was already crackling contentedly in its black hearth, pulling off his sodden tshirt. The shock of the cold against his bare skin caused him to shiver involuntary and he quickly grabbed his hoody. It was from some museum Jupiter had dragged them to and insisted that they wear matching hoodies for - Caleb had quickly lost his after the first exhibit. But even despite the cold, he knew it would totally be worth it. Plus, he'd missed climbing on the rooftops here; he hadn't found anywhere better yet. Relishing the much needed warmth of his hoody, Charlie draped himself across one of the couches, letting out a small sigh of pleasure as he sank back into the aged leather. "It's grand to be back. Don't you think so Cal?"

Caleb took another drag from his cigarette, taking a seat in one of the plush vintage armchairs, far away enough from Charlie that he wouldn't get soaking wet. "I think you grabbed too many suitcases." Caleb noted pointedly. He closed his eyes, trying not to let the smile pull at the edges of his lips. It wouldn't do to let him know he thought his idea was mildly amusing, if not completely idiotic. Jupiter had thankfully overheard and veto'd at least half of Charlies schemes.

"Ha! I knew you thought it'd be funny!" Charlie responded excitedly, an air of smugness taking over him. The clothing from the suitcases had been tossed across the rooftops, where they were undoubtedly now getting thoroughly soaked. After a few moments he tilted his head back to look at where the luggage had been gathered, pondering on what Caleb had said. "Did I? My bad..." He shrugged nonchalantly. "I kind of assumed the git just had that many clothes. Have you seen how he dresses?" Despite his posturing, the hybrid did a quick scan to make sure the object of their discussion was not in the room. Thankfully, he was not. Maybe he'd realised what a tosspot he was and scarified himself to the wolves.

"No, I can't say I have." Caleb muttered, throwing the remnants of his cigarette into the fire. "Though I think we both know which of us has thought about taking said clothes off."

Charlies face flushed red at his twins taunt, though whether from embarassment or irritation it wasnt clear. "I don't want to--" He snapped back, sliding further down the couch, his face half buried in his hoody. "That's the last thing I want to do! I-I'd rather have to sit through a full day of ol' Volkovs torture sessions. Or have to eat garlic everyday!" Charlie picked up his wet t-shirt, throwing it at Caleb. "Anyway, at least I know how to have fun." He muttered, frowning when the t-shirt was deftly caught and tossed back.

"You smell like wet dog you know. Maybe you should transfer to Wolfsbane." Caleb smiled wryly. "Apparently they sleep in one giant pile, bet you'd love that. Imagine if..."

Caleb didn't have time to finish his sentence before his brother leapt from the couch and began to charge towards him, a mischievous grin darting across his face. "Die Valentine! Dieeeeeee!" Charlie yelled out his war cry as he landed on the armchair and began to pummel his brother with a cushion, ignoring any and all protests. "I'll never stop! Not until you admit that I am the strongest, smartest and coolest hybrid in this room. Do it! Do it now!" He laughed, too caught up in his delight to notice as the cushion split open nor the foot that came slamming into his leg, tripping him up and causing him to fall back onto the hardwood floor. He groaned as he landed hard on the wooden surface, for a moment too winded to do anything but lay there. After a a minute he was able to catch his breath and he sat up, brushing away some of the duck feathers that had floated down to land atop his body. "Dude, not fair." He pouted, rubbing his back where he had landed.

Caleb stood up, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips before he reached a hand down to help him up. "Nothing's fair for us Charlie."

ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ

DARYA VOLKOVA | WEREWOLF

_______________________________________________ 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔞 '𝔇𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞' 𝔙𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔬𝔳𝔞 | 𝔘𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 | lavenderblush | 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ 𝟙𝟠 | 𝔣𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 | 𝟝'𝟚" | 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ☀ Loyal | Gentle | Kind | Diligent | Hardworking | Earnest ☁ Cautious | Unsure | Cagey | Shy | Naive | Fearful ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ LIKES gentle scratches against her skin ☆ having her hair brushed ☆ heavy snowfall ☆ a cold breeze ☆ hot chocolate with too many marshmallows ☆ getting caught in the rain ☆ running ☆ sleeping under a pile of cozy blankets ☆ candles ☆ nice smells ☆ jumping in puddles ☆ dancing ☆ she likes the ideas of dying her hair although she has never done it DISLIKES crowded rooms ☆ cheaters ☆ humans of any form ☆ guns ☆ sudden loud noises ☆ her nightmares ☆ olives or anything that is too salty ☆ being the centre of attention ☆ cramped spaces ☆ feeling trapped ☆ fireworks ☆ beer

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ☆ Loyal ☆ Once Dasha has decided to befriend someone, she will stick by them to the bitter end. There is very little that can cause her loyalty to waver and although it may take her time to trust others, once she does, she will always be there for them. ☆ Lightning quick ☆ In both human and wolf forms, Dasha is incredibly fast and it is one of her favourite things in the world to run. There are not many people who can keep up with her and that makes her feel safe, even if this skill only comes from a lifetime of fleeing. ☆ Wild child ☆ Dashas survival skills are sharply honed and are even in some ways more instinctive to her than more normal experiences such as sleeping in a bed or cleaning oneself in a bathtub. She knows where to find food (and what things are inedible), how to build shelters, how to craft rudimentary weapons, and most importantly, how to keep out of sight of humans. She does not mind being caught out in adverse weather conditions and in fact, often relishes being in the rain or snow. ☆ To transform or not to transform ☆ Past experiences have made Dasha extremely nervous about transforming into her wolf form, so much so that she will go to any lengths to avoid it. It is such nerves that makes it difficult for her to transform even if she wants to and can lead to highly embarrassing situations. She is not particularly fond of the full moon for this same reason. ☆ Nightmares ☆ For as long as she can remember, Dasha has suffered with terrifying nightmares. She knows they have no meaning to them, or assumes so, but they plague her sleeping hours and often even slip into her waking thoughts. On occasion she has even sleptwalked during her nightmares, which doesn't typically end well, particularly when one is living in a dormitory room. ☆ Diffident ☆ The majority of her childhood was spent with her clan and her clan alone. Any interaction she had with others was usually in the form of them trying to kill her. It is for this reason that Dasha is extremely cautious and shy around others. She doesn't particularly relish being in her own company but is extremely wary of putting herself out there, and will often end up wandering around alone rather than risk speaking to a stranger. OUTLOOK / IDEALS / PERSPECTIVE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Of all the creatures in the world, it is humans that Darya fears the most. Even after a year of being in Scotland, she is still extremely wary around them and would prefer to avoid them altogether. She is unsure therefore how she feels about witches & wizards, having never come across any of their kind before attending Hawthorne Academy. The fact that they are the ones who have placed so many limitations on both werewolves and vampires alike, makes her wary of their motives, and she can see how they could easily use their magic against them. She finds vampires and sirens intriguing, with their beauty and charismatic ways. They are so very different from herself and although she knows werewolves are meant to bear a hatred towards vampires, her clan were far too preoccupied with trying to escape the cruel grip of humans to ever really instil such a dislike into her. Werewolves are her comfort zone. They are familiar and remind her of being with her pack. She would feel completely at ease with them if there were not the pressure and expectation to transform. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽To be free of fear and terror. To live a peaceful life. To also perhaps be able to do something that allows her to run...a lot. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽Of being tracked...chased...hunted once more. в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Russia has never been a good place for werewolves. The humans always sought to hunt them and this only worsened with the advent of technology, each trap all the more lethal. As the modern day creeped upon the packs, they were driven north, into the frozen tundras, where food was scare and life in human form extremely difficult. The Volkova clan had been used to living on the fringes of society but they did not do so quietly. Aleksander, Dashas father, was a hotheaded wolf and only grew more bitter about how they were treated, many of his relatives having died as they were hunted & killed. He would strike back, seeking to kill those who sought to end his line, and for a time was successful. Yet, the more they killed, the more they drew attention to themselves. And eventually they were found. The clan had tended to stay near cities, where the people they sought lived, but they were forced to head north. The peninsula they found themselves on was barely habitable for humans and the family spent much of their time in their wolf forms. Dasha however, struggled. She had been able to in the past but now...now she found she could not. Her mother and father spent much time with her, trying to make her feel more comfortable in that form, but on the few occasions she did transform, it would be only a matter of minutes before she turned back. Left with little in the way of options, it was decided that Dasha could not stay in the Tundra. She would not be able to survive and going back South would mean risking death at the hands of the humans. So instead, the Volkovas found her passage to Scotland. They of course knew of Hawthorne Academy and so sent her there, with only a letter and a small amount of money. Dasha cried when she left her family but knew she had little choice, and at only a month shy of 17, did she arrive in Scotland. She could not join the academy for she was too young but the headmaster did allow her to live there, putting her to work on simple chores for the school to earn her keep. It was for the first time in her life that Dasha felt truly safe and she was able to watch the students from afar, slowly becoming accustomed to their ways. The humans still scared her of course but they did not seem so bad here, at least at a distance. A year later she became old enough to enter the academy and so she did. All she really wants at heart is to live a peaceful life, but she does wonder perhaps if she will need to go back to Russia, to learn a way to help save her family and prevent them from being hunted ever again...

ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ

CALEB VALENTINE | HYBRID

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_______________________________________________ ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔟 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢 | 𝔅𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔵𝔲𝔞𝔩 | #A63346 | 𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢/𝔚𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 ℌ𝔶𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔡 ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ 𝟚𝟛 | 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢 | 6𝔣𝔱 | 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔥 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ☀ ARTICULATE | INTUITIVE | CAREFUL | DECISIVE ☁ CRUEL | DISMISSIVE | APATHETIC | DECEIVING | HAUGHTY | SELFISH ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ LIKES cigarettes ✙ books ✙ cloudy days ✙ fireplaces ✙ drawing ✙ thunderstorms ✙ abandoned buildings ✙ bookmarks that aren't really bookmarks ✙ blood ✙ coffee ✙ piano ✙ drawn out pain ✙ intimacy DISLIKES small talk ✙ sunny days ✙ social media ✙ clutter ✙ scarecrows ✙ pop music ✙ being told what to do ✙ distractions

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✡ Astute ✡ fine tuned senses and a sharp mind gravitate Caleb towards details and intricacies. Though it often does not appear so, he pays attention to everything and anything, easily spotting the subtleties that others may miss. It is for this reason that his tracking and hunting skills are beyond that of many of his peers. ✡ Instinctive ✡ Caleb has great instincts and a knack for knowing when to trust them. It has gotten him and his brother out of trouble on more than one occasion. ✡ Intelligent ✡ a quick learner and intelligent to boot, he finds his studies easy and even boring at times. ✡ Full moon rising ✡ the full moon does not affect the valentine twins as it does their werewolf peers. Their senses and physical abilities are heightened beyond what a vampire normally experiences, and their bloodlust reaches a nearly irresistible peak. A strength for sure if they were allowed to hunt, but as they are not, they must be simply content with trying to manage these urges. ✡ Pride ✡ once Caleb has made up his mind about something, it is difficult to convince him otherwise. And once he decides he does not like someone, he will be intent on disliking them forever. ✡ Dismissive ✡ he is not apt to care about the opinions or whims of others. If it does not please him, he will not do it. ✡ Overload ✡ though not an issue most of the time, during the full moon Caleb will be overwhelmed by the intensity of his senses, such that it can be at best a mild annoyance and at the worst totally incapacitating. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ revenge ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ that he will never taste real blood ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ The Valentines The Valentines, once known as Valentinus, were an ancient and once well respected family. The true origin of their line is not known, the oral histories becoming muddled once one reaches the Medieval times, but it likely they are one of the oldest. In their more recent past they spent much time in Saxony before moving to Britain, where they settled for the last several centuries. The Valentines were also prone to their proclivities and attraction towards everything wicked. There were always rumours that they did not stick to the Academies strict rules around hunting mortals but none of the members were ever caught doing such scandalous things, and so they stayed as rumours. An outspoken family, they were never afraid of disagreeing with the other supernaturals. The Romance When Esmerelda was born the Valentines had become a fixture in London, and were well known amongst all of the most important in society. As the world modernised they specialised as hedge fund managers, had a large role in the stock market and consequently, as with most of the older vampire families, were stinking rich. But Esme had been born in the early 1800's and as time went on, she grew bored with her life. Many of her elders were drawn to the anonymity of the cities, where they could pass by unseen and gather their wealth. But she instead chose to make her way north, eventually finding herself in the wilds of Scotland. It was not a normal path for a vampire for sure but the cloudy days made it easy for her to be outside without suffering, and she enjoyed the peace that the vast emptiness brought. And it was during this time that she stumbled across a wolf. He had been out stalking for prey and it was only mutual curiosity that prevented either from attacking the other. Their time together was short but intense, and it was only when his pack began to suspect his movements, that they took their separate paths. The Twins Born to the most forbidden of unions, the twins were never destined to have the life of ease that their forbearers had come to know. But sin and lust were no strangers to their family and they did not turn away Esmerelda. Whilst pregnant and during the very early years of the boys she was kept sequestered away, watched over by a wizard by the name of Jupiter who had been a close confidant of the family for many years. It worked, until they were two, but deceit is not easy to keep ahold of and eventually her transgressions became known. It is a vague memory to Caleb, more a hazy series of images, but he was there when they came. When they tortured. When they killed. And the child did not turn away; he watched seemingly impassively as his mother was torn away from him forever. It was only the quick thinking of Jupiter that saved the two young boys, and it was he who was able to get them away from the burning home and the horrors that one of the twins had seen. Even for the rest of the family, there was no going back to their old lives of splendour and wealth. They were ostracised; becoming the outcasts of outcasts. The elders retreated to one of their homes in the countryside of Surrey. Caleb and Charlie likely would have gone with them but it quickly become apparent that there were vampires out there who felt their lives should be ended as their mothers was. So instead they were placed under the charge of Jupiter. The wizard had never been one to settle down in one place, and so they moved from place to place, even straying to mainland Europe on occasion. This benefited the boys, who were able to hide from anyone who might hurt them and learn to manage their sanguinary urges away from prying eyes. There were so few hybrids in history that they had no-one to learn from and even as young children their bloodlust around the time of the full moon was strong & difficult to control. It was only Jupiter who kept them from causing any real damage, particularly Caleb who would have killed many mortals over the years if he had been allowed. Even as he grew older Caleb struggled to understand why he should not be allowed to hunt & feed. It was not like that of other vampires who felt it was their 'birthright' but more a simple and instinctive need to capture and take down prey. He and Jupiter had many blow outs over the years about this and eventually the boy became sullen, instead directing his carnal anger towards those who had killed his mother. As they entered their teenage years it fell on Charlie to follow his brother whenever Caleb managed to escape Jupiters watchful eye, and though they had many close calls, he was always able to calm him down before he truly hurt someone.

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CHARLIE VALENTINE | HYBRID

[♫]

_______________________________________________ ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢 | 𝔅𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔵𝔲𝔞𝔩 | #899EB7 | 𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢/𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝔥𝔶𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔡 ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ 𝟚𝟛 | 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢 | 6𝔣𝔱 | 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔥 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ☀ Playful | Lively | Curious | Athletic | Charismatic | Adventurous | Self-possessed | Kind | Constant ☁ Flippant | Provocative | Insolent | Messy | Boisterous | Unpolished | Tense ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ LIKES video games ✙ sitting on rooftops ✙ pranks ✙ piano ✙ stars ✙ surprises ✙ cliff diving ✙ open windows ✙ flirting ✙ walking around with bare feet ✙ praise ✙ long, hot showers DISLIKES dull conversation ✙ the full moon ✙ magic lessons ✙ closed spaces ✙ inactivity ✙ being ignored ✙ high pitched noises

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✡ Agile ✡ the blood of a hybrid and a personality that always keeps him moving has granted Charlie with a light tread and ease of movement. He feels at one with his body and trusts it to do as he wishes. He particularly enjoys climbing and has received frequent punishments for lounging on the school rooftops. ✡ In control ✡ although he still struggles, Charlie has a much easier time with controlling his bloodlust and recently has even been able to manage his urges during the full moon. He still does not trust himself around mortals at these times but he does not lose himself to the haze. ✡ Full moon rising ✡ the full moon does not affect the valentine twins as it does their werewolf peers. Their senses and physical abilities are heightened beyond what a vampire normally experiences, and their bloodlust reaches a nearly irresistible peak. A strength for sure if they were allowed to hunt, but as they are not, they must be simply content with trying to manage these urges. ✡ Incendiary ✡ Charlie has never been a wallflower. He enjoys riling people up and prompting a reaction, and as amusing as this may be to him, it has landed him in trouble on many occasions. ✡ Heedless ✡ he is not the best at picking up on cues or the smaller details in things. He finds it tiresome and boring if made to pay attention to something for too long. ✡ Overload ✡ though not an issue most of the time, during the full moon Charlie will be overwhelmed by the intensity of his senses, such that it can be at best a mild annoyance and at the worst totally incapacitating. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽To have a home, with family around him. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽That he will never be accepted as a hybrid and will remain an outcast. в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ The Valentines The Valentines, once known as Valentinus, were an ancient and once well respected family. The true origin of their line is not known, the oral histories becoming muddled once one reaches the Medieval times, but it likely they are one of the oldest. In their more recent past they spent much time in Saxony before moving to Britain, where they settled for the last several centuries. The Valentines were also prone to their proclivities and attraction towards everything wicked. There were always rumours that they did not stick to the Academies strict rules around hunting mortals but none of the members were ever caught doing such scandalous things, and so they stayed as rumours. The Romance When Esmerelda was born the Valentines had become a fixture in London, and were well known amongst all of the most important in society. As the world modernised they specialised as hedge fund managers, had a large role in the stock market and consequently, as with most of the older vampire families, were stinking rich. But Esme had been born in the early 1800's and as time went on, she grew bored with her life. Many of her elders were drawn to the anonymity of the cities, where they could pass by unseen and gather their wealth. But she instead chose to make her way north, eventually finding herself in the wilds of Scotland. It was not a normal path for a vampire for sure but the cloudy days made it easy for her to be outside without suffering, and she enjoyed the peace that the vast emptiness brought. And it was during this time that she stumbled across a wolf. He had been out stalking for prey and it was only mutual curiosity that prevented either from attacking the other. Their time together was short but intense, and it was only when his pack began to suspect his movements, that they took their separate paths. The Twins Born to the most forbidden of unions, the twins were never destined to have the life of ease that their forbearers had come to know. But sin and lust were no strangers to their family and they did not turn away Esmerelda. Whilst pregnant and during the very early years of the boys she was kept sequestered away, watched over by a wizard by the name of Jupiter who had been a close confidant of the family for many years. It worked, until they were two, but deceit is not easy to keep ahold of and eventually her transgressions became known. It is a vague memory to Caleb, more a hazy series of images, but he was there when they came. When they tortured. When they killed. And the child did not turn away; he watched seemingly impassively as his mother was torn away from him forever. It was only the quick thinking of Jupiter that saved the two young boys, and it was he who was able to get them away from the burning home and the horrors that one of the twins had seen. Even for the rest of the family, there was no going back to their old lives of splendour and wealth. They were ostracised; becoming the outcasts of outcasts. The elders retreated to one of their homes in the countryside of Surrey. Caleb and Charlie likely would have gone with them but it quickly become apparent that there were vampires out there who felt their lives should be ended as their mothers was. So instead they were placed under the charge of Jupiter. The wizard had never been one to settle down in one place, and so they moved from place to place, even straying to mainland Europe on occasion. This benefited the boys, who were able to hide from anyone who might hurt them and learn to manage their sanguinary urges away from prying eyes. There were so few hybrids in history that they had no-one to learn from and even as young children their bloodlust around the time of the full moon was strong & difficult to control. It was only Jupiter who kept them from causing any real damage, particularly Caleb who would have killed many mortals over the years if he had been allowed. Even as he grew older Caleb struggled to understand why he should not be allowed to hunt & feed. It was not like that of other vampires who felt it was their 'birthright' but more a simple and instinctive need to capture and take down prey. He and Jupiter had many blow outs over the years about this and eventually the boy became sullen, instead directing his carnal anger towards those who had killed his mother. As they entered their teenage years it fell on Charlie to follow his brother whenever Caleb managed to escape Jupiters watchful eye, and though they had many close calls, he was always able to calm him down before he truly hurt someone.

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DARYA VOLKOVA | WEREWOLF

_______________________________________________ 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔞 '𝔇𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞' 𝔙𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔬𝔳𝔞 | 𝔘𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 | lavenderblush | 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ 𝟙𝟠 | 𝔣𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 | 𝟝'𝟚" | 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ☀ Loyal | Gentle | Kind | Diligent | Hardworking | Earnest ☁ Cautious | Unsure | Cagey | Shy | Naive | Fearful ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ LIKES gentle scratches against her skin ☆ having her hair brushed ☆ heavy snowfall ☆ a cold breeze ☆ hot chocolate with too many marshmallows ☆ getting caught in the rain ☆ running ☆ sleeping under a pile of cozy blankets ☆ candles ☆ nice smells ☆ jumping in puddles ☆ dancing ☆ she likes the ideas of dying her hair although she has never done it DISLIKES crowded rooms ☆ cheaters ☆ humans of any form ☆ guns ☆ sudden loud noises ☆ her nightmares ☆ olives or anything that is too salty ☆ being the centre of attention ☆ cramped spaces ☆ feeling trapped ☆ fireworks ☆ beer

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ☆ Loyal ☆ Once Dasha has decided to befriend someone, she will stick by them to the bitter end. There is very little that can cause her loyalty to waver and although it may take her time to trust others, once she does, she will always be there for them. ☆ Lightning quick ☆ In both human and wolf forms, Dasha is incredibly fast and it is one of her favourite things in the world to run. There are not many people who can keep up with her and that makes her feel safe, even if this skill only comes from a lifetime of fleeing. ☆ Wild child ☆ Dashas survival skills are sharply honed and are even in some ways more instinctive to her than more normal experiences such as sleeping in a bed or cleaning oneself in a bathtub. She knows where to find food (and what things are inedible), how to build shelters, how to craft rudimentary weapons, and most importantly, how to keep out of sight of humans. She does not mind being caught out in adverse weather conditions and in fact, often relishes being in the rain or snow. ☆ To transform or not to transform ☆ Past experiences have made Dasha extremely nervous about transforming into her wolf form, so much so that she will go to any lengths to avoid it. It is such nerves that makes it difficult for her to transform even if she wants to and can lead to highly embarrassing situations. She is not particularly fond of the full moon for this same reason. ☆ Nightmares ☆ For as long as she can remember, Dasha has suffered with terrifying nightmares. She knows they have no meaning to them, or assumes so, but they plague her sleeping hours and often even slip into her waking thoughts. On occasion she has even sleptwalked during her nightmares, which doesn't typically end well, particularly when one is living in a dormitory room. ☆ Diffident ☆ The majority of her childhood was spent with her clan and her clan alone. Any interaction she had with others was usually in the form of them trying to kill her. It is for this reason that Dasha is extremely cautious and shy around others. She doesn't particularly relish being in her own company but is extremely wary of putting herself out there, and will often end up wandering around alone rather than risk speaking to a stranger. OUTLOOK / IDEALS / PERSPECTIVE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Of all the creatures in the world, it is humans that Darya fears the most. Even after a year of being in Scotland, she is still extremely wary around them and would prefer to avoid them altogether. She is unsure therefore how she feels about witches & wizards, having never come across any of their kind before attending Hawthorne Academy. The fact that they are the ones who have placed so many limitations on both werewolves and vampires alike, makes her wary of their motives, and she can see how they could easily use their magic against them. She finds vampires and sirens intriguing, with their beauty and charismatic ways. They are so very different from herself and although she knows werewolves are meant to bear a hatred towards vampires, her clan were far too preoccupied with trying to escape the cruel grip of humans to ever really instil such a dislike into her. Werewolves are her comfort zone. They are familiar and remind her of being with her pack. She would feel completely at ease with them if there were not the pressure and expectation to transform. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽To be free of fear and terror. To live a peaceful life. To also perhaps be able to do something that allows her to run...a lot. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽Of being tracked...chased...hunted once more. в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Russia has never been a good place for werewolves. The humans always sought to hunt them and this only worsened with the advent of technology, each trap all the more lethal. As the modern day creeped upon the packs, they were driven north, into the frozen tundras, where food was scare and life in human form extremely difficult. The Volkova clan had been used to living on the fringes of society but they did not do so quietly. Aleksander, Dashas father, was a hotheaded wolf and only grew more bitter about how they were treated, many of his relatives having died as they were hunted & killed. He would strike back, seeking to kill those who sought to end his line, and for a time was successful. Yet, the more they killed, the more they drew attention to themselves. And eventually they were found. The clan had tended to stay near cities, where the people they sought lived, but they were forced to head north. The peninsula they found themselves on was barely habitable for humans and the family spent much of their time in their wolf forms. Dasha however, struggled. She had been able to in the past but now...now she found she could not. Her mother and father spent much time with her, trying to make her feel more comfortable in that form, but on the few occasions she did transform, it would be only a matter of minutes before she turned back. Left with little in the way of options, it was decided that Dasha could not stay in the Tundra. She would not be able to survive and going back South would mean risking death at the hands of the humans. So instead, the Volkovas found her passage to Scotland. They of course knew of Hawthorne Academy and so sent her there, with only a letter and a small amount of money. Dasha cried when she left her family but knew she had little choice, and at only a month shy of 17, did she arrive in Scotland. She could not join the academy for she was too young but the headmaster did allow her to live there, putting her to work on simple chores for the school to earn her keep. It was for the first time in her life that Dasha felt truly safe and she was able to watch the students from afar, slowly becoming accustomed to their ways. The humans still scared her of course but they did not seem so bad here, at least at a distance. A year later she became old enough to enter the academy and so she did. All she really wants at heart is to live a peaceful life, but she does wonder perhaps if she will need to go back to Russia, to learn a way to help save her family and prevent them from being hunted ever again...

SAMANTHA RYEO | SIREN

_______________________________________________ 𝕊𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕒 '𝕊𝕒𝕞' '𝕊𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕪' ℝ𝕪𝕖𝕠 | ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 | CEADFF | 𝕊𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕟 ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ 𝟚𝟘 | 𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 | 𝟝𝕗𝕥 𝟛 | 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ☀ Bubbly | Effervescent | Chatty | Curious | High-spirited | Resourceful | Courteous | Fun-loving ☁ Impatient | Distractible | Clumsy | Airy | Emotional | Outspoken ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ LIKES Dancing & skipping & spinning ✿ Doing cool ass tricks whilst swimming ✿ Teasing Nathaniel ✿ Chocolate spread ✿ Singing really loud for no reason at all ✿ Shroom picking ✿ Those cute games on your phone where you look after a squishy thing ✿ Squishy things ✿ Ferrets ✿ Trying out new hairstyles ✿ Pigtails and space buns in particular ✿ Not letting Nathaniel kiss her DISLIKES Waiting in line ✿ The sight of her own blood ✿ Heights ✿ The bit in a horror movie where you know they're about to scare you ✿ Not being near water ✿ People who don't like music ✿ When she accidentally sits on her hair or gets it in her food

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✿ ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 ✿ Unlike other sirens, Sam can not use her call to lure people in and control them. She can however influence feeling of love, such as lust, affection and a fleeting crush. This only lasts whilst she is singing and at present she can only affect one person at a time, but the implications of her power can be dramatic depending on how it is used. ✿ ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 ✿ Sam has always found it easy to get along with other people. She has never suffered with shyness and will always be willing to speak to a stranger, or welcome someone new. She has a natural ease with others and is able to both attract & keep friends. ✿ ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 ✿ Samantha is extremely flexible, particularly when she is in the water, and can move her body in ways that she probably shouldn't be able to. It lets her do lots of fun tricks however and she is really really good at twister. This has come in handy exactly zero times in her life. ✿ ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠 ✿ Sam is very afraid of heights. She sees being up high as the opposite of being deep underwater, and she is not okay with it. On the few occasions she has been somewhere high she will typically start crying, hyperventilate, cling onto the nearest person, and usually have to be carried back down. ✿ 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 ✿ Sam is a big tease. She will flirt, bat her eyelashes, twirl her hair...only to back out at the last minute. She can't seem to admit when she actually likes someone and when she finds out someone likes her, will be unable to resist taunting them. It has landed in her trouble on many occasions and undoubtedly will in the future too. ✿ ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 ✿ She cries, a lot. She cries when shes happy, but also, if even the slightest thing upsets her, she will burst into tears. She once even cried because she saw a really really cute dog. OUTLOOK / IDEALS / PERSPECTIVE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Samantha is chill with just about everyone. She doesn't really care if they are mortal or immortal, human or supernatural, if they get along...they get along. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ To learn some more cool swimming tricks. To figure out if she truly wants to be an idol. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Losing her voice. в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Though her family are originally from South Korea, they emigrated to the USA several decades ago and Samantha was born & raised off the coast of Southern California. Though they enjoyed living under the surface, they also had a large beach house where they would spend much of their time. It allowed Sam to mingle with humans in a way that has always allowed her to feel comfortable around them. She doesn't seem them as any different from herself, aside from the fact that they suck at swimming and can't lure sailors to their deaths. Sam has always enjoyed the limelight and would spend hours as a child learning tricks whilst swimming, that she would then show off to her family. They would often return to Seoul on vacation and it was whilst she was there when she was 15 years old, that she attracted the attention of an entertainment company. Being a siren ticked off most of the boxes for them - beauty, grace, and a whacking singing voice. It didn't take long before she went into training as an idol and was on the cusp of being allocated to a group, when she suddenly backed out. She'd never admit it but she missed her pod, she missed the water, and she missed the feeling of freedom. Being an idol was never going to be about what she wanted and well, Sam was too stubborn to listen to dumb old men tell her what to do all day. Instead she chose to attend Hawthorne Academy, desiring to see somewhere new. She still gets requests to go back to South Korea and audition to be part of a group again, but Sams unsure what she really wants. For now she's just enjoying having fun and using her singing voice in the way Mother Nature intended.

ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ

Are you able to pop into the discord @Laertes? Might be easier to discuss there

A Song of Ice and Fire - the Blackfyre Rebellion

Briar

Name: Briar (a.k.a Saelella)

Age: 24 (Born 178AC)

Appearance:

Briar would not strike one as a typical Lyseni born slave, for many are bred to encourage the Valryian features. Yet if someone gets close to her they would notice her lilac eyes, thr only sign of her descent, the rest masked by features from a father whom she has never known. A small tear drop shaped tattoo adorns the cheek beneath her right eye and is an enduring reminder of her former position as a slave and a worker in the pleasure houses of Volantis. Her black coils are one of her most outstanding features and she often wears her hair naturally, though when the days become hot she braids or plaits it in order to maintain some control. As with any worker at a high-end brothel, her clothes may be made of cheap fabrics but they are always clean, of suggestive designs, and flattering for her figure.

Biography:

Born in the beautiful city of Lys, Saelella's life could have been one of delight & ease if she had been born under the right parentage. Unfortunately her mother, who would live her whole life in that one small city, worked in a pillow house. The woman's life was hard and short, and Saelellas birth was one of many unwanted pregnancies. There was no room for a child in the pillow houses or the pleasure gardens, and when she was a babe she was sold to a mercantile. He went on to trade her for a young colt in Volantis. At a young age she was marked with a small tear shaped tattoo beneath her right eye, something which would determine the direction of the rest of her life. She fought against her life in the pleasure houses, which initially was spent acting as little more than a scullery maid, running away and receiving whippings or worse. But when she was old enough she was deemed fit for proper work.

Eventually the days, months, and years wore on Saelella as they did most others and she lost her fire. Yet she still always retained some hope that there would be a way out. She listened carefully to all she came across, leaning bits and pieces of the common tongue, eventually having enough to converse, albeit in a very broken manner. Saelella worked hard and attempted to please her masters, never putting a foot out of place. She even became well known about Volantis for being able to offer anything a man could want and was often in high demand. Saelella hated it but she became adept at pretending; it was much easier if one could adopt another persona for a night.

It was one day that her services were bought by a Westerosi, one who appeared of high status and wealth. It was not unusual but also not as commonplace as may it would have been in Lys. Though he had already paid her master, he refused her advances and instructed her simply to talk to him about anything. She was nervous for her common tongue was poor but she stumbled through, telling him of her life, of the thoughts that ran through her mind, of the things that she loved and hated. He laughed at first at her speech but when he saw her horrified expression, quickly reassured Saelella that he was impressed and only laughed because he had not expected it. He spoke Volantene well and had been more than willing to converse in her mother tongue. Saelella relaxed, for the first time in a long time, and he came to speak to her on many more occasions.

One evening she heard shouting from her masters quarters, crashes of broken furniture and cases, and finally the appearance of the man in her room. He explained that he had paid for her freedom but that they must leave quickly for he had accidentally called the master a fopdoodle, which he later admitted he had made up on the spot. It was then, as they escaped the crowded slums of Volantis, that the man finally explained who he was. A westerosi named Rylen. He asked her is she wanted a new name, for hers was that of a slave and not of her own choosing. She agreed and eventually (after suggesting some names such as leek and cat) chose Briar, after the rose bushes that he had shown her paintings of. She was 20 then and they travelled together around Essos for a time, until she begged him to arrange for her travel over to Westeros. Briar wished to see these free lands and find a life there, and he was oft busy & she impatient for more. He was hesitant, for he said he would not go back to Westeros himself, but eventually conceded and agreed to pay for her safe passage over. They bid farewell at Pentos and he told her to go to the Reach if the rest of Westeros disappointed her, for there she could find his family.

Upon arriving at Kings Landing, Briars life did not go as she imagined and her first year was a hard one, often living life as little more than a beggar. She tried to find other trade but her tattoo marked her, even here, and eventually she found herself wandering into a high end brothel on the street of silk. She was taken on and though it was not what she had wished, it was familiar and at least she was no longer a slave...at least in the strict sense. The men (and women) were the same as ever but she had learnt much from Rylen, and was much more fluent with her words than she had once been. She is still learning and listening, but she has impressed the madame Vorella, and often gets to take care of the more high calibre clientele.

A Song of Ice and Fire - the Blackfyre Rebellion

Lucas Tyrell

Name: Lucas Tyrell

Age: 16 (born in 186 AC)

Appearance:

Lucas’ most recognizable feature is his thick crop of light brunette, almost sandy blonde hair. He attempts to style it appropriately but he has always found it hard to control and when he is studying he will be apt to rake his fingers through the locks, leaving it a wild mess. Unlike most of his other siblings his eyes are a light blue and are often referred to as puppy like, his emotions easily showing through them, many a family member & servant alike finding it hard to resist giving comfort when something saddens him. Lucas prefers simple clothing but he has been taught well, and can at the very least pick out pieces that do not leave him looking foolish. He is slim of form though does not appear in anyway malnourished, and has only reached a height of 5ft 9, though he claims he is still growing.

Biography:
Born the youngest son to Lord Leo Tyrell, Lucas’ life was starkly different from his brothers. With an heir and a budding knight already in play, there was no need for him to aspire to such lofty heights. This suited the young boy well, for he had always preferred his own company, finding solitude and quiet comforting rather than a bore.

He wished to become a maester, to immerse himself in his studies and to be far removed from the politics that surrounded the rest of his family. It was lucky that he had a father who was kind and willing to listen to his children, and he was subsequently sent to Oldtown at the young age of 10. Though he did often return to Highgarden, most of his time was spent amongst the scholars in Oldtown, learning and thriving under their tutelage, though he had not yet joined their ranks. He always had a particular interest in the higher mysteries, although many of his tutors told him he should focus on more realistic fields of study. His knowledge of the alchemist’s guild and the higher mysteries is extensive, though he has found (to his chagrin) it is not something that is deemed polite to discuss amongst the many courts of Westeros.

Whilst in Oldtown he became friends with Leo Hightower, the boy named after his father who was equally studious and learned. What blossomed between them could be said to have been more than a friendship, though openly they were just that. Shy, modest, and introverted, it takes a lot to draw Lucas out of his shell. Yet when someone does, they will see that sharp spark of intelligence, his wit, and his kindness.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Triton, god of waves and calm seas

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ 🐚 The son of Poseidon and Amphitrite, Triton was the golden prince of the sea, the depths being his domain. Most often taking the form of a merman, he served his father as a herald, often travelling to deliver messages to gods, sea nymphs and marine animals. His most prized possession was a conch-shell trumpet, the sound of which could either calm or enrage the waves. All the wide waters of the land and sea would hear its call, and hearings its voice, obey. It's terrific noise once even drove away Giants who, upon hearing it, feared there was some wild beast brought against them. He never hesitant to aid those sailors who respected the sea, riding before their ship to protect it, and once helping the Argonauts to cross Lake Tritonis. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 🐚 Triton awoke to the realisation that he was firstly no longer a merman and secondly without the full powers he was used to. But never one to worry or fret over things, he simply shrugged his shoulders and carried on, albeit slightly differently than he was used to. The prince of the sea spent much of his early days after the fall island hopping. Sure he could no longer survive under the water, but he could still live near it. The pacific islands were those closest to his heart and he was fond of the Polynesian people, their command over and respect for the sea something to be admired. He enjoyed travelling with them as they traversed the waves and would swim down to collect them shells or seagrass. It was also he who taught them to surf, crafting the first board himself and spending day after day fine tuning his new found passion. It was not to last long however, as Triton was destined to fall asleep once more. He slept for a long time, his dreams sometimes stormy and restless, but often calm and soothing. When he finally woke it was the 1940's and the world had grown, or more specifically mortals had. He was fascinated to explore and so he did, once again travelling anywhere that would keep him near water. Hawaii became his new favourite and it was here that he found surfing was still being practiced. Overjoyed, he hopped back onto a board again and has been surfing since. The sport developed and Triton followed it. Not one to brag about his own abilities, at first he was simply happy to surf in the mornings and work in surf shops during the day, sweeping floors and helping customers. He had a stint as a lifeguard and finally when surfing was deemed worthy enough to pay people to do, he became a professional surfer. Most of his time is spent in Hawaii but he travels about for competitions & will often be found in Seattle visiting his dear old dad. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🐚 To surf each and every day ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🐚 To no longer feel connected to the sea