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Edgebaston Academy - SoL High School RP

Summer in New York was always so unbearable. It wasn't that Priya hated it. It was her home, after all. She was glad to see her parents, or at least what little time she had with them. Her mother, exhausted from running as many shifts as she could, was saving up to retire early. Her father, on the other hand, was simply tired and saw driving her to Edgebaston Academy as just another chore. Their dynamic was an odd one, but the duo was so consumed by their own circles that they never questioned it. For most of the summer, Priya had spent her time volunteering at her old acting school, the one she used to attend after regular school hours during middle school.

Before she knew it, the summer had come to an end. All she really wanted was to leave the city and get back to North Carolina. She longed for the fresh air, open spaces, and the nearby sea breeze that occasionally wafted over the campus. Edgebaston Academy had become her sanctuary since her freshman year, when she had earned an acting scholarship that allowed her to attend. The campus boasted some of the best performing arts facilities she had ever seen, and Priya couldn't wait to return to the stage and showcase her talent once more.

Finally, the day arrived when Priya's father reluctantly drove her to Edgebaston Academy. His weariness showed in his eyes as he maneuvered through the bustling New York streets and out onto the interstate. Priya understood that he wasn't emotional about her leaving; it was simply the fatigue and the feeling that this was just another task on his long list of responsibilities. If anything was just an inconvenience.

As they pulled up to the imposing iron gates of the school, Priya's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She stepped out of the car, her gaze fixed on the grand entrance of Edgebaston Hall. The building stood tall, emanating a sense of history and tradition. It was here she was greeted by the sight of Alistair LeRue and Marabeth. She could already tell this was going to be tense.

Her father helped unload her luggage, a heavy silence hanging between them. Without a word, he nodded to her, conveying his unspoken message: "Make the most of this opportunity, Priya. Work hard, follow your dreams, and don't let anything or anyone hold you back." He meant well, even if he was self-centered. Priya nodded in understanding, her eyes filled with gratitude. She hugged her father tightly, cherishing this brief moment of connection before he retreated back to the car.

With a deep breath, Priya turned to face the entrance of Edgebaston Academy. She ducked away around Alistair, avoiding his gaze while giving Marabeth a quick wave. After successfully avoiding a free mockery from Al, she made her way over to Edgebaston Hall. Unlike most of the seniors, she couldn’t exactly afford anything on the fourth floor, and ended up spending her entire school life in the same dorm room: 111.

Entering her dorm room she took a moment to breathe in and take in the scent. It had been cleaned that was for sure, but she could still smell the slight lingering scent of some of her perfumes from last year. It was bringing back memories for the past year at the school: The countless hours she spent here practicing her lines and her parts. Closing the door she would place her bags down at the end of the bed and lay back on the bed, letting the yet to be made sheets eat her up whole. A content sigh escaped her lips. She was home.

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

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_{Location: Coven Household}

^{Time: 09:10PM}

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TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM
Carlisle was exhausted, shattered, tired and completely out of it. While he had been trying to put on a brave face for Lilith. He wanted nothing more right now to curl up into a ball and go to sleep for a very long time. He watched as Lilith and Miles walked away together. A sigh escaped his lips. He didn't know what to do or think regarding the Lil and Miles situation. His brain had been overload with information over the past few hours, and his poor brain was in no state to process it all. Hearing Kirstie's exclamation about how lame the party was just caused Carlisle to sigh heavier. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her.

"When you are all done partying see yourself out. I will deal with everything tomorrow" Carlisle declared to the rest of the party goers. He then began staggering off towards the stairs, leading upto the second floor in the entrance hall. If a gone tried to speak to him or see if he was okay he would just wave them off. He didn't want to know right now. Unlike healies, there was nothing to deal with rapid exhaustion. He was going to need to rest. He could deal with the barrier tomorrow. Right now there wasn't enough energy in his tank to be able to do anything magical.

It was a slow and steady climb, and Carlisle looked to be struggling as he held onto the handrail as if his life depended on it. Well actually. It kinda did. He would stumble into the master bedroom. His new Coven bedroom. It was a nice little suite. He then moved forward and climbed onto the bay window to the side of the bedroom. It gave him a nice little view of the front of the Coven. From here he could look out onto the stars and the treetops. He used to sit here as a teenager when he needed to unwind and relax. It was a safe space for him to ponder and reflect. And boy did he have alot of that to do.

There was no more denying it. He was broken. Lil and Miles was the final item that had destroyed the fragile and vulnerable psyche that was Carlisle's mind. He was in two minds: He wanted to be happy for his two best friends. But at the same time he wanted to scream and demand that Lil loved him back. He wanted his happiness. He was fed up with being second best to Miles. But Miles had sacrificed so much for him. At least in Carlisle's mind.

Before he could ponder more, his eyes drifted downwards. They settled on two people lying on the ground and staring at the stars. Once his eyes made out the forms of Lilith and Miles kissing, his heart hurt again, feeling like it was shattering in two. That should have been him. He should have been making out with Lilith and enjoying the stars. Yet here was, sitting alone in his bedroom, barely hanging onto his life. He was a failure. He was a fuck up. He was such a fuck up that his own best friends had decided to leave him alone when he was at his weakest. He couldn't blame them. But if Lil or Miles had eyes as black as the void and struggled to climb the stairs, he would have been there the entire time. Regardless of what happened before hand.

A lone tear ran down his cheek. His broken form curling up more into the fetal position as he struggled to keep looking out the window. He was both repulsed and enthralled by looking at Lil and Miles getting comfy. His brain really couldn't figure it all out. With a whimper, and another tear, Carlisle watched as Lil and Miles went off into the night. Pressing his forehead against the window pane, Carlisle began to bawl his eyes out. Whimpers, became howls, the music from below hopefully disguising his emotional weakness.

It hurt. Why would it not stop hurting? How did he make himself feel better? His hand gripped the opposite wrist and he began to dig his nails into the skin. The pain he felt caused him to lightly gasp. It hurt, but it felt good. It felt right. This was his punishment. He deserves it. He would keep pressing harder, nails pushing into the skin as his head still stayed resting against the window. He just kept applying more pressure, until a lone, tiny speckle of blood began running down his arm. He gave a heavy releasing exhale. Did it make him feel better? A little bit. Was it enough? No.

And this was the duality of Carlisle, he wanted to be there for his friends, while also caving their skulls in. He couldn't decide which path was the right one. And he wasn't sure that he wasn't ever going to be able to. The only thing he could think of, was that he was certainly to blame for it. Everything was his fault. Wiping the blood stain on his shirt, he moved over to the bed and collapsed on it. His thoughts are still running around his brain like super cars. Does it ever get easier to deal with? Rejection? He pondered. He couldn't change the outcome of tonight. Lilith had rejected him. He was going to have to learn to deal with it. But not tonight. Tonight he wanted to have his moment. Have his paddy, and release his emotions. Pulling his legs to his stomach as he lay down across the entire bed, Carlisle rested his head awkwardly on a pillow and once more began to cry. He would continue this for a good hour, before eventually the exhaustion kicked into overdrive and Carlisle cried himself to sleep. In a household full of people: Why did he feel so alone?

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_{Location: Coven Household}

^{Time: 9:05PM}

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The party certainly did drag on. In Fact it reminded Kirstie of the parties she attended back at college. She was always on the sidelines. Back at High school, she was used to being the life of the party. Everyone who was anyone would want to be near her. They would all be competing for her attention. Even those who hated her. Tonight however, no one seemed to be as much as batting an eyelid to her. It was almost as if everyone had forgotten High School had existed.

She had always felt vulnerable in the coven. None of her old entourage were a part of it. So she would bully and boss her way at school, and then come here, on her own. Turns out people are much more likely to defend themselves when it is a one on one situation. Kirstie walked over and picked up a bottle of vodka, popping off the lid she necked some of it neat. With a cough she put the lid back on the bottle before trying to integrate herself into the party. However she noticed that people wouldn’t bite back and talk to her. Whenever she tried to say more than a sentence, people seemed to just turn their back. Okay. She saw how this was. You go away for a while, and people think they can forget who you are and the power you wielded?

But how to fix it? Normally she would make an example out of someone. Plot some kind of prank or rumor that would eat away at her target. But for some reason, at this party she was drawing blanks. Lilith was the obvious target. She might have gone away to college, but the raging desire to knock that bitch down a peg or two still burned within her. If anything it had gotten worse since now she had pulled into the coven. This was always Lilith’s domain, and High school had been hers. Now with no more High school, the balance of power had been decidedly shifted. Kirstie was starting to feel like more of a caged animal.

Kirstie was about to start her ramage and find Lilith. However she was abruptly stopped when she saw Lilith enter from the garden seemingly guiding a group of people who seemed to be holding an oddly frozen Carlisle. Everyone seemed to be gathering in the dining room and despite her overwhelming urge to smack Lilith, she refrained from doing so. Something was clearly going down. It didn’t take long however for things to truly kick off. The coven was accosted by some male and a bunch of werewolves. Kirstie had kind of regretted not being here earlier in the day so she would be caught up. It seemed that everyone had the fight on hand. Kirstie hung back, picking up an empty bottle of gin and holding it just in case someone tried charging forward towards the back of the group. In a few minutes, the fight was seemingly over and the group had retreated. Everything seemed to simmer back down again.

But everything was awkward now. Did you carry on with the party? Or is that the end of it? Her eyes once more fell onto Lilith, who was now going into the basement. Five or so minutes later they emerged once more and Lilith was in tow with Miles. Lilith had decided that she had enough of the party.

”This party fucking sucks” She said aloud. Quite loud actually. But she didn’t care if anyone heard her. Carlisle didn’t know how to throw a fucking good party. This felt more like a junior school prom than an actual social party. With that little tantrum, Kirstie stormed off out of the household, back towards her car. Opening the door she turned on the engine and revved it, not caring if she was slightly drunk while driving, before taking off and driving into town, looking for an actual bar to get pissed in.

Edgebaston Academy - SoL High School RP

Priya Haines // Senior

<sub>Pri sometimes Ya



((Faceclaim: Rowan Blanchard // Color Code: FBCEB1))
"Shine bright like a diamond" - Rhianna</sub>

Name:

Priya Haines

Age & Grade:

Senior - 17 - 25th December

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Label:

Drama School Girl

Occupation:

Server at a local pizza restaurant. Her father calls in practice for the future

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown / appears light brown in certain bright lights
• Eyes: Dark Chocolate Brown
• Height: 5’5
• Body Type: Slender and Slim. Semi-lean
• Clothing Style: During school time, she tends to wear her School Uniform more on the scruffy side. Mostly as Priya argues this is more comfortable for when she is practicing scenes. As for outside of class, her fashion sense changes alot depending on the weather and situation. She has no issues wearing sundresses or even just joggers and a tank top. She believes dressing more for utility than fashion.
• Makeup Wise: Soft make up outside of performances. Heavy make up when performing.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: None - Has been meaning to get something though. Tattoos or piercings. Not scars. She dislikes those.

Personality

Compassionate - Confident - Creative - Reliable - Curious - Impulsive - Arrogant - Inflexible - Impatient - Dishonest

Acceptance Status:

Acting and Drama Scholarship

History

Priya Haines was born and raised in New York City. Her mother's name is Sarah Haines, and her father's name is John Haines. Growing up, Priya had a modest upbringing, with her father working as a mechanic and her mother as an ER nurse. Despite having a tight-knit family, Priya was often left alone in their apartment due to her mother's demanding work schedule.

It was during these periods of solitude that Priya discovered her passion for drama and acting. She would spend hours watching her mother's video collection of plays and musicals, immersing herself in the characters and stories. As she got older, Priya began performing in amateur productions in middle school, which further fueled her passion for acting.

However, pursuing acting wasn't always easy for Priya. Her father, who had to juggle his job and transporting Priya to rehearsals, often became frustrated with her commitment to acting. Despite this, Priya remained determined and eventually caught the attention of a talent agent.

The agent recommended her for a scholarship to attend Edgebaston, a prestigious high school known for its performing arts program. Although her father was initially hesitant, he eventually agreed to let Priya attend, recognizing the potential benefits it could bring to her future college applications.

Now, after spending three years at Edgebaston, Priya has become a rising star in the world of acting. Her father, while still occasionally frustrated by the demands of her profession, couldn't be prouder of her success and the opportunities that it has brought her.

Extras:

• Luggage:Mostly clothes. Her father didn’t want to carry too much, so she travels light.
• Extracurricular Activities: Theatre club. All the time. Every production she is there, front and center. Has been trying to convince the mayor of Edgebaston to allow the school to do a production in the town square for an open air performance.
• - Has a fear of fish. No idea why.
  - Wishes to one day take part on a broadway production
  - Prefers acting more so than musicals
  - Takes Music, singing and dance classes. Her timetable is very creative heavy
  - Has never traveled beyond New York or Edgebaston

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

Lucien looked around and watched as everything was going to shit. He knew that it was going to be tough to try and get Victor. But he didn't expect this to go south so quickly. He spent most of his time glaring at Lilith. She was a cocky little shit that's for sure. And most likely the biggest obstacle to his plans. Seeing that most of the werewolves were now either damaged, dead or near death, Lucien let out a growl and sent out a psychic pulse, trying to cause everyone In the room to recoil in mental pain. At least for a moment or two.

"Don't think this is the end of it Victor. This coven can't protect you forever!" He hissed as he looked over at Lil one more time "And your days are numbered too bitch". With that, he ordered the remaining Werewolves to run, the group staggering and sprinting out of the front door and making a beeline to the Coven gate. At least he still had the curse on Carlisle. There was no way the Tanner barrier was going to be put up again anytime soon. So he could come back and attack whenever he wanted.

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Carlisle was getting frustrated. Angry. Enraged even. After seeing that vision of what had happened between both Miles and Lil, he had wanted nothing more than to escape these binds that kept him stuck here on the astral plane and then return home. While seeing Miles and Lil together still vexed him, that was a secondary issue to him right now. He was more concerned with Lil's feelings surrounding her grandpa John.

"You are a so-called deity. Take me back, give me a way to get back to the world of the living." Carlisle demanded. This wasn't a request. This was an order. Charon on the other hand was casually sitting on the bench, playing with the apple core from his previous snack with his one hand.

"Well, I can send you to the afterlife, no problem at all. Sending you back to the world of the living though. That I can't do. Not without the proper authorisation on the otherside."

"Fine! Fine. I will find the correct authorisation. I will create my own way out of here!" Carlisle looked around the platform. Looking over at the exit he had before to find his "answers". He began to walk over to it as Charon protested.

"Where are you going!? Come back. You don't need to go anywhere at all!"

Carlisle simply ignored the male, Ignoring his plea as he carried on walking off. Once he reached the exit, he took a look back over at Charon before stepping down the steps and once more into the unknown of the Astral Plane.

As Carlisle walked further and further into the unknown, he had lost his footing somewhere along the way. Falling down the stairs, Carlisle eventually landed on soft green grass.

Looking up, he would be met with a strangely familiar scene before him. The flowing river, the overgrown trees and the birds chirping in the wind; He was at Montgomery River. The only thing that appeared out of place was the young blonde woman skipping from one rock to the other - and she was laughing at him.

With a soft groan, Carlisle rose to his feet, his hand rising on instinct to check to see if it was broken. Thankfully not. Seeing the female laugh at him and seeing where he had ended up, a small look of confusion was plastered on his face. "It's not that funny" Carlisle frustratingly quipped as he rose to his feet. "So I know where I am. But who are you?" Carlsie asked, not sure if he wanted to actually hear the answer.

At his frustration, the blonde laughed even harder, stopping to catch her breath as she nearly doubled over.
”Forgive me,” she responded with a thick southern drawl. ”It’s just - you’re exactly as she described.”

Once she had regained her composure, the young woman continued to hop across the last few rocks so that she stood in front of Carlisle. Still having the high ground, she leaned over with one hand on her knee, the other hand reached out towards him in greeting. A mischievous glimmer in her eye, the blonde chuckled once more.

”Cordelia Montgomery. The pleasure is all mine, really.”

His body almost froze when she heard the name. Of all the people who would see him now, a Montgomery was the last person he would have wanted. But still he had to be polite. He took her hand and shook it, not quite sure if that was the greeting she had envisioned. "I would introduce myself but It seems you know who I am. Say. When was the last time you spoke to Lil? Not in the past couple of weeks? Last few hours maybe?"

Now that the introductions were out of the way, Cordelia took a seat on the large rock beneath her, crossing her legs as she did so. Eyes narrowing as he questioned her, the young woman pursed her lips.

”My granddaughter and I speak regularly - and when we don’t I keep an eye on her. Knowing things is sort of… how do you kids say it now-a-days… Ah, yes. It’s sort of ‘my thing’. I know a lot more than you think,” she retorted, looking him up and down.

Arms now crossed across her chest, Cordelia began to rip into Carlisle.

”I know that Lilith cares about you, and you care about her - even if those levels of caring may be different. I know she had a vision, and your rinky-dink dumbass ignored it. How you’re always begging her to clean up your messes, and the one time she can keep you out of actual trouble, you just disregarded her like she was trash. I know that you’re too busy acting like a stupid love sick puppy to actually harness your powers. And I know that for some odd reason, you think you deserve the world - when you have done nothing for it in return.”

Eyes as hard as the stone beneath her, Cordelia patted the spot beside her.

”Now humble your damned self and come sit.”

Carlisle was screwed. This interaction had gone in the complete opposite direction so quickly. He wanted to argue back. But the reputation of Cordelia Montgomery was one that he didn't want to test. So he simply composed himself and complied with her request, moving over to her and sitting on the spot next to her. "I never expected her to bail me out of trouble. And if she was ever in trouble I would have done the same. It's just that she never really got into trouble. She was too good for that" Okay. So maybe Carlisle couldn't resist arguing back a bit.

Rolling her eyes, Cordelia sighed. ”My granddaughter is one of the most flawed human beings to ever grace the planet, Carlisle. I think that you, I, and a lot of others know that.” Now turning her attention to the water running on her other side, Cordelia took a moment before speaking again. ”Us Montgomerys have never been too good for anything - especially Lilith. She wants to live life to the fullest - even if most of hers has been ugly. She was never ‘too good’ to get into trouble, you know? She just doesn’t want to bug you with her problems - never has, really. You might think that you’re a burden, but Lilith knows that she is - and that’s why she’s never asked you for help. Not because she’s too good for it, but because by protecting you from herself, that’s the way that she shows that she cares.”

"Your granddaughter is amazing" For a moment his thoughts about Miles and the party washed away and he focused on just Lil as a person. "I know she is strong headed. Doesn't want to open up or feel like she is putting on someone. I know she thinks she is doing that to be helpful and caring to me. But I am the reverse of that. I want to be there to help. A problem shared is a problem halved and all that. Lil means enough to me that I would gladly take on any challenge if it made her life easier." With a soft sigh, his brain snapped back to reality. And his tone changed somewhat, now more stern, but also restrained.

"But that matters little now. I set off a chain of events that most likely we won't be able to recover from. The irony being I wanted to help, but became a burden. And then pushed her away from me. I wonder if I hadn't kept getting myself on trouble, if the answer to my question would have been different from 'No Dice'"

Frustrated and clearly at her wits end, Cordelia raised a hand and swiftly smacked Carlisle on the back of his head.

”Stop fuckin’ whining,” she groaned. ”There’s literally nothing that you can do when it comes to how Lilith feels for Miles and vice versa. The two of them were actually written in the stars. No matter how hard you, or Lilly, or Miles - or anyone else - try, they’ll always come back to each other. The Universe has always had great plans for Lilith - and she’s going to need her friend by her side.”

"Wow, okay, so I never had a chance from the start. She this is why divination magic was always so cool" Carlisle would yelp as he was hit around the back of head. "Okay, okay, I get it. So more importantly, what is possibly one of the greatest Abjurers of all time doing here speaking to me in the Astral Plane?" His tone was one of genuine curiosity as to what was going on.

Shrugging her shoulders, Cordelia was now munching on some strawberries that had appeared out of thin air. ”You’re the one that fell into my space, dude. I can’t give you all of the answers, can I? Just stare into the water or something and tell me what you see.”

Okay. That wasn't what he expected as a response. But he did as she said. He turned around, taking a moment to focus on the water. He wasn't quite sure what he was actually looking for. After a few minutes he shrugged his shoulders. "I just see myself. Sad old myself

Cordelia’s patience grew more thin with each passing second. With another huff, she turned her attention back on Carlisle. ”That right there is your problem. You’re absolutely insufferable, ya know that?” As she spoke, her head tilted slightly to the side in observation and disappointment. ”’Woe is me. I’m Carlisle. I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m so weak. I’ll never be a good leader,’” she mocked him. ”Cut the shit, man! You’re an Aston for crying out loud!”

"Can you blame me though? My own mother spent my childhood telling me that I was useless. She spent more time trying to figure out how to turn me into a witch rather than training me. The people who taught me weren't exactly Abjurers." Carlisle would turn back to look at Cordelia "I was always told that Warlocks were stronger than witches in their chosen field, but growing up, it always seemed like me and Lil were at the same level."

On abjuration, yes,” Cordelia stated matter of factly. ”I don’t blame you for your circumstances - but I do blame you for not rising from them and creating excuses for yourself.”

”I didn’t know what to do while growing up. And after college, I didn’t really figure out how to do anything useful. But I am guessing by your tone, you are about to change that. And it isn’t going to be easy, and you are going to enjoy it” Carlisle replied, standing up and taking a precautionary step backwards.

Rubbing her brows with her thumb and ring finger, Cordelia did her best not to flip out on the young man before her. ”I didn’t think it was possible to get a headache in death until I met you,” she grumbled. Standing up herself, the blonde stretched her arms over her head before looking at Carlisle once more.

”The thing about Aston women is that they’ve always been bitches, you know? I’d say it’s shocking the way that your mother has treated you - but it’s not. Multiple generations of your family have done the same to their children, and it continues to roll down hill. That doesn’t mean you all get to wallow in your own shit though.”

Cracking her knuckles, Cordelia held her hands out in front of her, palms facing upwards. Nearly no time had passed before a baseball sized orb had appeared in her hand - almost invisible, but still shimmering ever so slightly.

”First things first,” she stated, her eyes flicking up to meet his. ”Can you create a ward? Or at least a shield of some sort.”

Hearing about how Aston women were always like his mother. That was something new. That oddly gave him some solace. ”Wards? No, I had never been taught anything about wards. Shields though: Well I do maintain the Tanner Barrier. Well. Did.” With that he cast shield on himself, a faint blue aura-sphere surrounded Carlisle as he eyed up her shimmering orb.

Clearly frustrated once more, Cordelia's concentration broke as the orb in her own hands dissipated. ”How can you be so full of self-loathing and arrogance at the same time? Maintain is pushing it. The Tanner Wards only exist for as long as my bloodline does. You may have patched it - but not having Lilith help you was a serious mistake.”

Crossing her arms again, Cordelia took a moment to think. ”You know the basics, so I guess that’s something. Can you project your shield at all, or is it just a personal thing?”

”So, hang on. Even being a supposedly powerful Abjurer, I can’t make the barrier proper without the help of a Montgomery?” Carlisle asked, trying to ignore her comment about being self-loathing and arrogant at the same time. He focused for a moment and managed to project the shield, casting it so that it was protecting Cordelia instead. ”Yep. Nice and simple” He said with a smile.

”I’m sure that you could make a barrier just fine - just not the one for Tanner. The Montgomerys have been on this land since the dawn of time. If you want proper protection for Tanner - you need a Montgomery.” Observing him once more, Cordelia didn’t look impressed. ”How good is your control? Does it have to be a full body shield? Try focusing it into your hands - not touching you, just levitating. Like I did.”

”Of course I can do that” Calirlse focused on his shield and projected it infront of him, only being a meter tall and wide. Carlisle was quite proud of how well he was doing, but at that point the blue hued shield began to flicker as Carlisle was struggling to maintain control of his shield. ”Why is this happening? I never cast a shield on myself, it is always projected, why can’t I control it now?”

Focusing on her breathing, Cordelia took a deep breath in before slowly exhaling. ”Because you’re being cocky. Cocky and confident are two different things, and you lack confidence. Severely.” Hands now held behind her back, she did her best to give an encouraging nod his way. ”Try again. Focus on believing in yourself - not one upping me. You could never do that.”

"Okay, here we go" Carlisle refocused and projected the shield around him like before. That wasn't hard. He was used to projecting his shield like that. He would then try and repeat the same move from before, moving the shield infront of him and just infront of him. He would be able to hold it, it would occasionally flicker, but it was alot more stable. He just hoped that she didn't try to attack it.

Summoning a small flame in her hand, Cordelia tossed it forward at Carlisle’s shield - easily breaking through.

”You really have to do better than that,” she grumbled. ”Honestly - let me just spell it out for you. Learn how to project the shield. Put power behind it. Learn to grow the barrier and its power. Learn your power. If you want to break the curse, learn what I said, and then figure out how to project the proactive barrier over yourself. It should copy the curse, and you should be able to dispel it. I don’t want to give you a play by play, but you really are a pain in my ass, and if you spend too much time here it’s going to give you literal brain damage.”

It seemed that annoying Montgomery's was a special ability of his. The fact that Cordelia was able to easily break his shield so easily. He listened to her words, clearly she was trying to paraphrase as she probably wanted him out of her hair. "Okay, I get the idea. I will work on it. I will become powerful. I will become the strongest Abjurer in the world. Sounds cheesy, but I will do it" Carlisle said with a chuckle. "Abjuration warlocks are rare and Abjuration council warlocks, well, I think I have been the only one. So finding spellbooks to cater to that power, are impossible to find"

Slowly blinking, Cordelia shook her head in disbelief. She knew Carlisle had potential - she had seen it and discussed it with Lilith. However in this current moment, Cordelia wanted to banish him to Tartarus.

”For the love of the gods - talk to Lilith. She can help you and she has far more patience than I. Just because you’re a warlock doesn’t mean witch spells don’t apply to you. We all draw our power from the same place.”

"I know that" Carlisle said with a chuckle "It's just warlocks have a higher concentration of magic in a single school, whereas, witches have slightly less power but can dip into multiple schools and mix them up." Carlisle sounded pretty smug with himself. Not intentionally, but he liked to show off that he knew things. " Ima head back to the station before Charon sends out a search party or something. It was nice meeting you. I would say let's meet again, but that would mean I have to be dead again"

”Why are you speaking to me as if I don’t know things?” she questioned, glaring daggers at him. ”You’re being condescending and it’s another horrible trait that you carry from your lineage. You can regurgitate a textbook - that’s great. Stop being so conceited when you have nothing to be proud of. The Universe brought you here so that I could teach you and you have done nothing but be an ass. Your lack of personality is more tragic than your lack of magical capability.”

"I wasn't trying to be condescending" Carlisle defended himself. He was going to start commenting about how actually condescending that Cordiela has been saying that the 'universe' was doing things. But he didn't exactly want to get himself in anymore shit. He might be in the Astral plane, but he was fairly sure that Cordelia could still end him permanently. "Okay, I am listening. No sassy comments, no elitestism"

Waving a hand dismissively, Cordelia jumped to the rock across from where Carlisle now stood by himself. ”Hone your powers. Break the curse. Find your friends. Don’t be a douche. Now get out of here.”

Carlisle would watch her and seeing how nimble she was. He took a moment to relax and focused on trying to really structure his shield properly. He pictured in his head that he was focusing on that stream of water from before, trying to see more than his own reflection. It wasn't easy, and Carlisle was wasting magical energy and wasn't regulating his magical pressure at all. But he was able to cast a much stronger version of his shield. The bubble surrounded him as the blue hue was much stronger. "I am not going to lie, this feels nice, but weird. It feels like I am floating in water"

Watching his display, the blonde rolled her eyes and summoned a gust of wind, breaking through Carlisle's shield once more and knocking him down. ”We can literally do this all day,” she shrugged. ”But you have places to be and I have better spirits to chat with.”

Carlisle hit the ground and looked slightly dejected. He thought he had it that time. Getting back up he would nod to her and simply walk towards the exit. He stopped for a moment before turning back and looking back at Cordelia "Thanks for taking the time to talk to me. I know I can be a pain at times, but I mean well. I just don't know how to communicate" He gave off a meek smile before turning back around and walking back up the steps to get back to the station.

Arriving back at the station, Carlisle looked around. It seemed nothing had changed at all. He couldn't really get used to the fact no one was around. Charon was still sitting on the bench looking slightly pissed. Carlisle sauntered on over, looking slightly more confident in himself. "Well joke is on you, I know a way back now." He said with a confident smile on his face.

"That's cute and all, but do you actually know how to perform it? Cause if you can’t actually do it, then you are basically useless.” Charon commented non-chantly, crossing his legs as he leaned back on the bench, looking over at Carlisle.

”Well not exactly. But I have a rough idea on what to do!” Carlisle protested as he walked off towards the center of the platform. ”if you excuse me, I need to go and concentrate”. Reaching the center, Carlisle took a moment and inhaled, trying to relax. He closed his eyes trying to focus.

He was trying to copy the hand movements that Cordelia has shown him, trying to focus on his physical body rather than his astral one. It took many attempts. Far too many attempts than Carisle would have liked to admit. By the end of it, he was panting heavily, body hunched over from the sheer amount of force he was trying to pressure through. Eventually however he was able to focus on his physical body and began to cast the de-cursify wards.

Back in the physical realm Small symbols would start to form in a circle around Carlisle. Once they had full formed, there would a small flash of bright light form them, as Carlsile’s australia body got flung back towards his physical one. A second later, Carlisle was back. He lay on the basement floor, shivering, covered in sweat and his eyes, well, they looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, as black rings and bags covered them. He felt so exhausted and weak.

Also, why did his face hurt so much? He rubbed his face as he looked at his surroundings. Slowly climbing back to his feet, struggling to maintain balance, Carlisle began to walk towards the basement exit. He hated this place and was petrified of it.

Edgebaston Academy - SoL High School RP

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Another year was due to start at Edgebaston Academy. Tomorrow the school would be packed with parents dropping off their kids and students settling back into their dorms. Being part of the crowd was something that both Alistair and Persephone LeRue did not do. They were trailblazers at the front of every trend and fad. People did things because they said so. So of course they weren't going to arrive with the masses. The duo had in fact arrived earlier this morning with their 'help'. Daddy had been in hand to say goodbye, they were due to go back to LA later that day.

The duo themselves now had to find a way to occupy themselves. Alistair had come up with a great idea to give the duo something to do as well as show off to the rest of the student body. The pair had managed to 'acost' a set of master keys to the school so that they could access all areas. Not that any of the staff were actually going to stop them from doing what they wanted. Not unless they wanted Daddy on the phone explaining how it would be such a shame if that donation for the new arts center was to be pulled.

Their little plan was to use their instagram accounts to live stream a tour of the school. In reality it was a ploy for them to show off all the stuff they had bought. As well as joking and jesting about the other students at Edgebaston. Alistair swung the keys in his hand as he handed his twin sister a selfie stick. ”Okay. So we have the keys. Probably best to use your account. You have far more sheeple than I do”

Persephone stood before her brother, thumbs flying across her phone as he led her to the front of the LaRue building. As he stops to give her the selfie stick a smirk forms on her pink painted lips. "Gimme a sec," she says before opening the white handbag that hangs from the crook of her elbow and pulling out her compact mirror. She eyed her reflection in it, making sure all her makeup was flawless from her concealer to her pastel pink eyeshadow that complemented her pink and white outfit. Approving what she saw, the woman nodded and put the mirror away before grabbing the selfie stick with her perfectly manicured hand.

"So, where to first?" she asks, mounting her phone onto the end of the selfie stick and opening up her instagram.

Alistair laughed as he watched his twin look at her mirror. Alistair himself took a moment to make sure his belt was nice and tight. Didn’t want to embarrass himself. He quickly pulled out his own phone, checking the notifications: Nothing.

”I guess we start at the front gate, move through poor person central, and then maybe hit up the main building. I want to show off the new music room that daddy paid for though.” he said with a smirk on his face as began to take off towards the entrance.

"We have to finish in our room. The new bathroom is worth showing off," Persephone replies. As they get to the front entrance she extends the selfie stick and ensures the grand front entrance is in frame, she turns the camera to selfie mode then starts the stream.

"Good morning my little worker bees! It's your queen 'Sephone. I'm at Edgebaston Academy and my brother and I thought we'd take you all on a lil tour with us. For you who don't know Edgebaston is, like, a super prestigious school. Like, just look at this place! It's almost as nice as our estate," she claims before turning the camera to face the front entrance of the school.

"My dear brother's going to be our guide, so, take it away, Ali," she says before panning the phone camera to focus on him.

”Yes, this is it. The prestigious Edgebaston Academy. Founded in Who-Know-Who-Cares Old times, and today acts as our personal playground” Alistair opens his arms wide to show off the gates, before kicking the gate door open with some force and sliding his sunglasses down onto his face. It was sunny outside afterall. He would then lead Persephone over to their first Target: Independence House, The building's exterior was old fashioned, borderline Historic. Asides from Cavendish Hall. It was the oldest building.

”In order to give back to the community, each year we take in a certain number of students whose parents either didn’t love them, or perhaps their parents died, or more likely are drug abusers knowing the rest of this state. We house them here in Independence House. Named as such because that is what they are now. It’s an alright building I guess. If you can’t rub two nickels together.” While talking, Alistair walked into the building, beckoning Perspehone to follow him.

"In other words," Persephone says, turning the camera to face herself, "This is where they place all the povos," She then pulls a sour face before turning the camera back to the hall. She tip toes across the boundary to the hall, a whiney "Ewwwwwww," escaping her lips. She was acting as if it were some rat infested dump. In all honesty the hall wasn't all that bad, just far from her high standards.

”So as you can see there isn’t exactly alot here. A few basic little common rooms. Ohhhh look! They actually have a TV. It’s so small though. I would offer to donate my old one. But I think it would be the most expensive thing in this building. Look how tacky these sofas are though.

Persephone laughs at her brother’s joke. "I don't know how anyone can sleep in this dump. I guess it's better than Juvy," she states.

”Only Just” Alistair retorted back, waving Persephone to follow once more as they opened up one of the bedrooms. It was plain, simple, but functional, containing a single bed, a small set of drawers and a writing desk. ”I mean look at this. How can anyone live like this?” Alistair asked as he climbed up onto the bed and lay on it, shifting his back to try and be comfortable. ”Look at me, I am a poor person!” he joked as he raised his hands to cover his face pretending to cry ”God this bed is so hard and uncomfortable!”

"I don't even wanna try. Can we move on? I swear if I stay here any longer I'm gonna catch, like, malaria or something," Persephone remarks, waving Alistar to open the door back up for her. She wasn't going to dare touch that thing.

”I would be more worried about catching ‘poor’ ” Alistair remarked as he opened the door and the duo escaped the building, catching the not quite sea breeze. ”But yes peeps, that is what true poverty looks like. Thankfully we will never have to experience that. Generally speaking, these students are to be avoided.”

"I find they need to be put in their place a lot, like what makes you think you're better than me? You literally have nothing?" Persephone replies, leaving the selfie stick around the school so it could all be seen. "This place kinda looks a lot better when you can't see that place. Like, look at this, so much nicer!

Persephone turned on her heel to face the main campus building. "Next destination?"

”Normie Hall?“ He asked rhetorically before taking off towards Edgebaston Hall. ”So this is Edgebaston Hall. It's not as tacky as super-poor land. But make no mistake, these people are still poor af. They just get nicer beds because most of them are paying” Alistair would point out the architecture, given that it had both a 60’s and a 80’s vibe since it was built and then expanded on.

”We don’t want to hang around here for long though. We are going to go to the central building. And I hope the principal isn’t already walking around.” Alistar started skipping around as he led the duo down towards Cavendish Hall. There was a janitor who was peacefully sweeping up some freshly cut grass into a nice big pile to get collected later. As he walked past, Alistair kicked it, sending small blades of grass everywhere. The older man looked as if he was going to say something or complain over Alistair's somewhat hyena-ish laughter, but after receiving a small, but noticeable glare from Alistair backed down. The duo kept on moving. ”It is always nice when people know their place”

As Alistair kicked through the grass clipping Persephone walked through the now concaved pile, dragging more clippings with her pink stilettos. "As if the principal can do anything if he is, daddy essentially owns the school at this point,"

"Yeah, but you know people like to pretend they have power" As they approached Cavendish Hall, Alistair smiled "So Cavendish Hall is at the centre, and mostly houses the staff and offices, but it also has the cafeteria. But more importantly it houses my favorite room. Alistair lead the around the side of the building until they reached a side door that head the words 'Music Room' "Here it is. The best place in the school. Asides from our suite"

Persephone couldn't help but roll her eyes as her brother led her, and her beloved viewers, to the music room. "Yeah, yeah, it's fine, I guess. It's got nothing on our suite though!" she prods as her brother wanders through his favourite spot. Whilst the music room was impressive Persephone was more a fan of the concert hall, being more of a theatre and cheer girl herself.

"Workers, you'll love love love our suite. Daddy's paid for some impressive upgrades,"

"Yes, the upgrades are really nice. But not as much as I love this place" Alistair smiled as he opened the door to go inside. Alistair walked inside and showed off the room. It had been refitted to have loads of new instruments and equipment. All of it had been specifically upgraded due to Alistair being allowed into the advanced music program. "I can't wait to use it all. Just wish I didn't have to share it with the others like that upstart Fiona"

"Yes, yes, we love your little instruments. Can we move on? My fanclub are waiting for the main attraction. An exclusive, never-before-seen look into the LaRue suite!"

Alistair looked a little disheartened at his sister's response. Sometimes he felt that while they spent every waking moment together, they only really focused on her interests. With a slight shuffle, Alistair made his way back to the door and into the outside world. ”Yes, Yes. I get it. The main attraction. SInce you are so hyped do you want to lead this bit?” He asked, offering to take the stick from her.

"Absolutely!" Persephone cheers, handing her brother the stick and running a hand through her waves to make sure they were in place. She then leads her one person camera crew to the entrance of LaRue Place.

"Welcome, my little worker bees, to LaRue place. Daddy put, like, thousands of dollars into making sure this place is, like, the epitome of luxury," She then swings open the doors to the hall. A concierge woman standing at the desk looks up to greet the pair but before she can say anything Persephone tosses her bag and pink blazer at the woman. "They can go to their place in my room," she instructs before turning to the phone camera.

"Try hundreds of thousands" Alistair commented as Persephone continued her speech. "What makes out suite special is we have our own private entrance, that way we don't have to deal with the riff raff"

"Yes, very much so. So, let's check out our room!" Persephone prods before walking to the large ornate doors that lead to the LaRue suite. With a large grin she swings the doors open to reveal the main room of the twin's suite. Large ornate walls filled with expensive art, lush couches facing a very large TV and the glass doors to the balcony. "Welcome to the closest almost all of you will come to luxury like this!"

"Pretty sure most of your followers are probably stunned by the idea of wealth this grand" Alistair chimed in before walking over to the couches abs lifting the armrest to reveal hidden compartments with various buttons and cupholders. "The best part is that it's all custom made"

"Even better though! Follow me," Persephone walks to the room on the right. A big pink glittery star with her name adorned the door. She swung the door open, revealing its tall pastel pink walls. A 4 poster bed with white drapes sat at the centre of the room. A large desk with neatly sorted supplies and a modern sewing machine sat on the side of the room. On the other end stood a large set of double doors.

Persephone beelines to those doors and flings them open. Before her stood a large walk-in wardrobe. The wall to her left had individual shelves, each holding a pair of shoes that were all in pristine condition. The right wall was similar but the shelves were full of bags and accessories. In the middle of the room was a screen on a stand. "Welcome to my wardrobe! I have clothes and accessories from the best designers all over the world! And the best part!" She taps the screen a few times. This is followed by a slight humming as part of the back wall rolls forward revealing itself as a clothes rack, this particular one sporting a collection of blue jackets. "Ta-da! Daddy truly spared no expense,"

”Yep, He really didn’t but somehow most of the suites construction budget went on the wardrobe” Alistar commented. He would move the camera around so that everyone could comment on just how many clothes, shoes and accessories this place held. ”I am fairly sure this place is bigger than most poor peoples houses, and we just use it to store clothes! Well, you do.” Alistair would move the camera back up to focus on Persephone directly. ”Is there anything else in particular you want to show everyone?”

Persephone chuckled at her brother’s comment. "Nope, I think that’s it. I’ll bid you all goodbye, loves, until next time!” Persephone blows a kiss to the camera before snatching the phone from the stick to end the stream. She turns to her brother with a smile forming on her lips. "I am so ready to rule the school. Wanna go through the class lists to see who to avoid?”

”I think that is pretty obvious. We avoid everyone unless they have a LeRue suite number lower than 10” Alistair said with a small smirk on his lips. ”I want to know who is going to have the first fight of senior year, or the whole year in general. That shit is so funny when you see people flail their arms around like monkeys.” Alistair would go back to the entrance to Persephone’s bedroom door. ”Want to grab some food?”

The sun rose over the school campus, and everything was peaceful. The day before the grounds had been perfectly pruned and tended to, well, the parts that Alistair and Persephone didn’t try to sabotage for laughs. The faculty staff had arrived at 6am, getting every set up. The first day was always a hustle and bustle as people arrived and got settled into their dorms. Classes were suspended on the first day, and the only mandatory event was the assembly at 2pm. The rest of the day was filled with plenty of tours and taster sessions. Various clubs were planning to set up stalls throughout the day to try and attract new members for the school year.

Staff were at hand over at the entrance to Cavendish Hall. They were around to give out maps, tours and more importantly room allocations and keys. Alistair was at the front gate, taking the time to greet people and smile. Though in reality he was actually taking the time to mock people while being polite. His focus was primarily the new Freshmen joining, but he was an equal opportunities mocker. He would be lying if he wasn’t excited to see certain people again though. A certain person in particular, as he had to spend the summer being driven crazy being away from them.

”You are going to come to school dressed like that? Thank god we have a uniform” Alistair chimed to a badly dressed freshman.

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

@Hedgehawk

Willow Shernock

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"I figure, if a girl wants to be a legend, she should go ahead and be one." - Calamity Jane
FC: Victoria Justice, color= Light Blue

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Name: Willow Pixie Shernock
Gender Female
Age: 22
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Witch or Warlock: Witch
Schools of Magic:
Necromancy: (9)

Cause Fear:

Willow is able to tap into her opponent's greatest fear and bring it to life inside their mind. She is highly skilled in this area and is able to hold the illusion for several moments without becoming winded. While the person is seeing their fear, nobody else around them is able to experience it.

Blindness:

Her opponent can become blind for a duration of an hour as long as Willow keeps her focus on her opponent.

Transmutation: (8)

Alter Self:

Using natural weapons, she is able to grow claws and fangs to fight her opponent. It takes a great deal of energy for her to produce these weapons, but they are sturdy and can last for up to thirty minutes. She must keep her concentration and focus on her weapons for them to not disappear.

Personality:

Despite having such dark abilities, Willow is actually very bubbly and lighthearted. She is very laid back and kind, always generous and can be a people pleaser. Willow is very authentic and true to herself. She believes in equality and justice for all mankind.

Willow is a huge animal lover and will stop her car for any and all animal crossings. She is definitely the type of person who will stop traffic, get out of her vehicle, and help a turtle cross the road.

When she is crossed, all her niceties fly out the window. She can be headstrong and ruthless in the face of a threat. Willow will stand up for any and all who need help.

History/Bio:

• Grew up as an only child to witches Miriam and David Shernock in Tanner. The trio has never resided anywhere else, as her parents wanted her to grow up completely surrounded by the coven. After having discovered how dark their daughter's powers could be, Miriam quit her job as a Hospice nurse to make sure she grew up in a happy and loving environment. David continued on as a lawyer, mainly working for the cult.
• During high school and despite her loving and caring nature, Willow was an outcast. She was the hippie child who was always playing with strays. She had a tremendous soft spot for anything that was mistreated or harmed.
• After graduation she was finally able to get out of the city. She attended Harvard university to follow in her father's footsteps, then quickly realized that law wasn't her passion. Willow then went on to study social work and graduated at the top of her class. She returned home after college to open up her own little clinic where she helps those suffering from substance abuse.

Extras:

• Has a cat named Turnip.
• Studied Latin as a minor in college
• Drives a Kia Soul

@Sailorsadie

Accepted!

Edgebaston Academy - SoL High School RP

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Edgebaston Academy - SoL High School RP

Daphne Laurelle Valmont // Junior

<sub>Daph - only close friends

((Faceclaim: Yael Shelbia // Color Code: b8f1ff))
“She was proof that broken things can still be beautiful.”
― R.H.</sub>

Name:

Daphne Laurelle Valmont

Age & Grade:

Junior, Age 17. Born July 28th at 11:31am.

Gender:

Female // She, her.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual, for the most part

Label:

The It Girl

Occupation:

Are you kidding? The Valmont family has enough money to ensure that Daphne never works a day in her life.

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown | Mid-length | Often styled in soft, carefully-placed waves.
• Eyes: Light blue with specks of hazel green.
• Height: Five feet, seven inches.
• Body Type: Slender, hourglass shape.
• Clothing Style:
  Uniform || Daphne's uniform is always impeccably pristine and perfectly pressed. She takes great care in ensuring that her tie is neatly placed and her blouse is perfectly tucked in. Her plaid skirt is deliberately situated just below her mid-thigh, showing just enough skin to draw attention without being too provocative and landing her in the principal's office. Daphne's attention to detail extends to her choice of stockings, preferring white or nude with delicate lace detailing that adds a touch of elegance to her ensemble. In terms of footwear, she opts for designer closed-toe pumps - Louboutins or Prada, if being specific. To complete her look, Daphne wears dainty jewelry - usually, a diamond bracelet and earrings to match.
  Casual || Daphne's casual style can be described as chic, tailored, and feminine. Her wardrobe is designer-heavy, featuring luxury items from Birkin bags to La Perla lingerie. While she doesn't stick to one look, it's safe to assume that she'll wear a dress or skirt paired with a blazer- you would rarely catch her in jeans or sweatpants, however.
• Makeup Wise: She prefers to keep a natural, dewy look for day-to-day affairs; rose tinted lips, sheer foundation, subtle highlighter, neutral eyeshadow, and false lashes. However, she prefers stronger make-up looks on night outs or special occasions, such as galas and nightclubs.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Single ear piercings on each lobe.

Personality

Daphne is a bittersweet and complex entity. From her perfectly manicured nails to her prim posture, there's no denying the magnitude of wealth this beauty holds. Opulence is not only found in her outfits, but in her entire lifestyle. Never could she be spotted with a strand of hair out of place or a chipped nail, unless she's in the middle of a great party. One would expect her to be able to steer clear of trouble, given her privileged background and refined appearance, but looks can be deceiving. Beneath that polished exterior lies a girl with a hatred for boredom and an inability to resist temptation. Daphne is a notorious socialite who is known for her party girl antics. She’s effortlessly confident, impulsive, and charming - simultaneously unpredictable and captivating to the public eye. Usually the one instigating fun (or drama), there’s never a dull moment around her.

As a result of her affluent upbringing, she can come across as superficial and entitled, an elitist to be more precise, but don't mistake her for a rich fool, her mind is as sharp as her looks. Even if not excelling academically, she is particularly observant of her environment and she is able to notice subtle changes in social situations. If she has something to say, she will say it without blinking, regardless as to whom she hurts. When it comes to her inner circle, Daphne is fiercely protective and will do whatever it takes to ensure their success and happiness, even if her methods are questionable at times.

Acceptance Status:

Parents paid for her place in Edgebaston Academy.

History

From the moment Daphne Valmont enters a room, her elegance and grace are palpable. It's impossible to ignore the aura of luxury that surrounds her. Born and raised in Manhattan, New York to a blue-blooded family with wealth dating back centuries ago - she is practically considered American royalty. William Valmont - business magnate, real estate tycoon, and father to Daphne - is most widely known as the owner and CEO of Valmont hotel and resort enterprise that extend around the globe. Whereas Lena Valmont, his beloved wife, is a Spanish-born heiress and celebrity chef - owning a chain of Michelin-star restaurants.

Doted on hand and foot, there's nothing that Daphne could ever be in want of, nothing that she could ever desire that wouldn't be hers the moment she told her parents she wanted it. However, she often found that the "flawless" world she lived in was actually immensely flawed. Regardless of what their lives were behind the cameras, the Valmonts were expected to portray the perfect family in the public eye, whether it be in philanthropic auctions, movie premieres, or business galas.

At age thirteen, she found her father in the Egyptian Cotton adorned California King Bed with his personal assistant. Daphne felt obliged to tell her mother, who immediately wanted to file for divorce. Her father, however, knew exactly what strings to pull and her mother emerged the following evening wearing glistening Harry Winston jewelry around her creamy neck and a boarding pass with Daphne's name in her manicured hand. Her father found it was best if Daphne wasn't around as he pursued relations with his assistant. Thus began her forced enrollment at Edgebaston Academy. The transfer was devastating for Daphne, who had to leave behind the Big Apple for a small rural town in the middle of nowhere.

Her mother wasn't a saint, either. She was equally disengaged from her daughter's life, more interested in her own pursuits than in nurturing a relationship with her child. She spent most of her time jetting off to exotic locales on private jets or lounging on their luxurious yachts. Whenever she did spend time with her daughter, she would push her into becoming the fakest, most "perfect" version of herself. She would serve less food on days where she looked “a little flabby”, and even personally coordinated a plastic surgery consultation for her “Dumbo ears”. Because of her mother's erratic behavior, Daphne's quest for having the perfect appearance was cemented into her mindset, even if her actions didn't quite match her pristine exterior. Her obsession with her image extended to social media, where she unapologetically posts at least once a day and obsesses over the smallest details in her content.

As the years passed, Daphne became accustomed to life in North Carolina. She has become notorious for being the quintessential socialite and has hosted a multitude of academy events (plus underground parties) for students at Edgebaston Academy.

Extras:

• Luggage:
  
  • Essentials (toothbrush, skin care and makeup bag, etc.)
  • Designer everything (clothes, shoes, accessories, etc.)
  • Ring-light, professional camera, and tripod
  • Sewing machine, textiles, and sketch pad
  • Alcohol in disguised flasks (hairbrush, tampons, shampoo bottles, etc.)
  • Harp
• Extracurricular Activities:
  
  • Part of the student council - head of the event planning committee.
  • Member of the fashion club.
  • Costume designer/seamstress for the theater club.
  • Member of the school orchestra - plays the harp.
• Couture-oriented, if fashion were a talent, she’d definitely be a professional. She also sketches her own designs and sews elaborate gowns. She hopes to see her own fashion line at the MET gala one day.
• In contrast to her celebrity chef mother, her cooking skills are subpar at best. However, she does enjoy baking pastries and sweet treats. Her crowd-favorites include hazelnut chocolate chip cookies, raspberry lemonade cupcakes, coconut macaroons, and whiskey-infused cinnamon rolls. If requested, she can add special ingredients as well.
• Hosted the memorable "Kiss and Tell Party" where a selected list of students in attendance had to kiss someone by midnight. In addition, she hosted the infamous "Risqué Soirée", where rich students arrived in their most intimate apparel for a night of chaos and debauchery. She is a sucker for theme or some sort of twist in her parties.
• Enjoys photography (yes, even if it's not pictures of herself for social media posts). She likes to capture moments in a frame, and even has her own journal dedicated to recollecting her pictures.
• Classically trained in the harp - her father used to make her play for guests during her childhood.
• Regularly frequents the Edgebaston Country Club to play tennis or have brunch with her friends.
• Daphne would never admit it, but she did have cosmetic surgery on her ears, nose, and chin.
• Speaks Portuguese and Spanish - thanks to her mother's side of the family.
• Annoying habits include: subtly rolling her eyes, playing “Devil’s Advocate”, and trying to dress up her friends.

@summerlush

Not sure if you saw the discord tag. But you are accepted!

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

It had been nearly thirty minutes since Carlisle's discovery, and the coven's members had acted quickly to move him to safety in the basement. The room, usually sealed and off-limits, was accessible thanks to Lil's knowledge of Carlisle's habit of keeping the key on him at all times.

Despite being intoxicated, Lil was doing an admirable job of keeping everyone calm and collected. She had managed to corral the coven's members into the dining room, where the atmosphere was thick with confusion. No one could say for certain what had happened to Carlisle, why he had been frozen so suddenly. Theories and speculation abounded, but no one had any definitive answers.

As night fell, ominous silhouettes began to approach the coven household. The cloudy sky and lack of sunlight made it difficult to discern their identities or intentions, but they moved steadily up the driveway towards the front door. It was clear that their attention was fixed solely on one target.

Inside, the coven was preoccupied with their own concerns, seemingly unaware of the group's approach. The newcomers made no effort to conceal their movements, their intent clear as day. Suddenly, a loud slam echoed through the house as the front door was violently kicked open.

"Knock Knock!" a male voice called out, tauntingly. He strode confidently into the room, a playful smirk on his face that belied the danger lurking behind him. Following him were five werewolves, standing tall on their hind legs, their eyes focused on the coven members huddled together in the dining room. Despite their imposing presence, they remained close to the human male who led them, as if following his orders.

”Ah I see you were having a party. Sorry for the sudden gate crash, But I won’t be a minute” The males' eyes ran over the group. He was looking for two people in particular. The first one he couldn’t see, a smirk came across his lips. ”I see you have moved your feckless leader away from here. Smart move. Though he had it coming I am afraid. He seemed to attune his little barrier to specifically forbid me, and my friends from entering. Even when we broke through he kept fixing it like a good little goblin.” The male walked over to the table, picking up a handful of chips and tossing them in his mouth. ”So he had to go. Took forever to get him to go for that cursed book. Still, we knew that he could be manipulated. Just had to find the right button to press” With that, his eyes locked with Lil and the male gave a wink with his left eye.

”Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. How rude. My name is Lucien Crowe. And I am here looking for my dear cousin.” With that his eyes finally managed to pick out Victor's face. ”There you are. How you doin’? Me? I'm just fine. So I am going to cut to the chase. You are coming with us. Father would like to deal with loose ends, and he would rather do that with everyone alive.” That last part of the sentence, his words were clearly sarcastic.

”Now of course you could decide not to come peacefully. But then I would have to start killing off your friends, and then your family. We really don’t want that do we? My friends are kind of hungry, and they are just looking for any excuse to eat out.”