Hoekage

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{@Dirty Pretty Lies @Hoekage @Moro @Spooner @verzehren Collab pt. 1}

Yessi wouldn’t say she was watching the front door from her planted spot at the side of the Jell-O shot display, but she wouldn’t say she wasn’t either. Three shots in and the high from the devil’s lettuce kicking in at full strength was having her mind straying in other places.

There’s no way that asshole is coming here, not to Kavi’s house.

The voice to her left snapped her out of her daze and immediately the irritation of previous thoughts melted away. Lithe arms wrapped around the God of War’s torso in a quick hug, ”Sunshinee~!”

A booming laugh left the young man as Yessi slung her arms around him. “How’ve you been? Haven’t heard or seen much of you as of late. Still laying low?” He asked as he squeezed his friend.

Astraia laughed at his question waving his hand dismissively, she wasn’t going to admit she was looking for someone. “Well I got an anonymous tip that some extra thotty people were going to be in attendance tonight, so I decided to come patrol.”

Max let out another loud laugh “Yeah and here we are! The thottiest boys around!” he exclaimed excitedly gesturing towards Sawyer and himself.

Yessi’s eyes looked over Max’s lack of a costume and then her eyes flickered over his shoulder to her favorite “hardass” in all of Florida. Astraia smiled proudly as Darth Invadeher came bumbling through the crowd towards them, ”I’m glad I did show up- Soybean!” She called out to Sawyer a fit of giggles following, ”Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing it! I love it!”

There was so much going on in the few moments before Sawyer was thrust forward into the crowd by Reli without so much as a chance to respond back to what had been said. Sawyer pressed his lips into a thin line and followed behind his buddy and teammate Max, smirking at the boy’s response to his costume. ”Yeah, someone made me wear it. It was kind of an or else thing,” he laughed, mostly to himself.

The boy followed behind the other, easily hiding behind the towering beefcake that was Max Wallenburg. It wasn’t till he heard a familiar voice that his whole aura changed, a slight smile brought to his face as the two in front of him exchanged hugs and words. Suddenly eyes were on him and he froze in place, hearing the all-too-familiar nickname being used. The boy turned beet red and wished he could just hide. ”Hey, Yess..” Sawyer rolled his eyes at the comment about his costume, slipping on his mask to conceal his bright red face.

Sawyer looked between Max and Yessi, a charming ‘I hate you’ smirk plastered on his face as he turned his eyes back to his friend. ”You wouldn’t let me live it down if I didn’t. Never had a choice!” He playfully shoved Max’s shoulder and laughed, ”Not like I could compete with this guy, though. Ey? If there was a contest, no shit, you’d take the cake, man.” Sawyer’s attention was momentarily stolen, his eyes scanning the room around them. His mind relayed back his brother’s words from earlier, and he hoped he wasn’t right about what he’d said. Well, honestly, he did and didn’t. Leaning more towards wanting it to be true. The boy brought himself back to the two in front of him, thankful his mask hid his momentary distress.

Yessi had snagged three shots from the table while meeting her daily quota for embarrassing Sawyer. Passing on to each boy she tapped the rim of her little plastic cup against theirs, “cheers, to a night full hot ghouls and boys, let’s get fucked up.” Knocking back the shot of green jello with a strong taste of cheap vodka screwed her face up just as the front door swung forward and bounced off the wall.

“Yo: let’s get fucked uuuuuuuuuuup! Where’s the fucking booze at?!”

Turning around quickly her eyes scanned the room for anything she could use as an excuse to get out of there. Just outside the sliding glass door leading to the backyard was her favorite party pastime.

“Hey~ Why don’t we go play beer pong, it’s starting to get crowded in here.” Yes, Because the addition of two, mostly just he who shall not be named, people really pushed the occupancy inside the house over the comfort level for the runaway princess.

Max smile widened when he followed Yessi’s line of sight towards the outside patio where a beer pong table had been set up. He turned back to face his newly arrived buddies cupping his hands around his mouth “Ey yo boys! Let’s play some pong!” he called them over pointing excitedly towards the sliding glass doors.

“Max n- ugh.” The distressed police officer executed a 10/10 facepalm paired with an audible groan of her purest dismay, “Et tu Brut?” She grumbled to the jovial boy before turning to the DILF version of Luke Skywalker’s Papa, “Let’s set up the table, Soybean. Any way to lessen the time we have to be around them.” There was no wait for Sawyer’s reaction as she led him outside to the table and left Max to deal with his boys.

Sawyer’s eyes followed Yessi’s over to the boys who had entered the room, Santi not being much of a problem to him but the other... well, let’s just say was a different story. He knew too well that Santi was a problem for Yess, though, which was enough reason to vacate their current position. The boy followed his friend over to the table to, as she said, help set things up. Sawyer was never one to drink beer- he liked the harder stuff- but he guessed he wouldn’t mind tossing back a few to keep it light tonight. The game should be simple enough for him: the boy had a great arm and good aim. As long as he didn’t have to go against Max, he was confident enough he’d not be getting wasted tonight.

Santiago had been busy high-fiving and saying hi to his sports teammates when he heard Max calling out for him and Aiden. When his gray eyes followed the sound of his friend's voice, his expression immediately soured at the sight of just who Max had been joined by just seconds previously. Sawyer he didn't mind: the boy had fucked up significantly in the past but was doing well for himself now. But the hot blonde dressed up as a cop? That was a different story.

"I'm not going anywhere with that bitch," Diablo muttered in Aiden's ear while his body tensed up, feeling fortunate that his clown makeup hid the fury that was surely painted all over his face.

Aiden, on the other hand, really wanted to play beer pong. "C'mon, don't be such a pussy. It'll be fun, and we'll kick her ass in beer pong. In the business we call that a win-win scenario — gonna be real with you, that's a line from Cat in the Hat."

Aiden slung his arm around Santi's shoulders, attempting to shuffle him towards his promised beer pong match. Aiden didn't care about the Yessi drama at all; Sawyer, though, that was a bit messy. They didn't exactly end on a good note. Aiden wasn't going to cry about it, like someone, because he wanted to play beer pong. And kick ass.

Instead of telling Aiden that they were going to get royally fucked up the ass during this game, Diablo chose to bite his tongue and follow his friend as they made their way away from the crowd and in the direction of their playground. Playing beer pong with Yessi was like playing golf with Tiger Woods, or swimming against Michael Phelps, or boxing with Mayweather: you were guaranteed to lose. Of course, Santiago would let his best friend find out for himself. Maybe that would serve him as good punishment for forcing his hand.

OBLIVION— a linear superhero roleplay

I will stalk this 😭

✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡

-bye, bye, bye-

✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡

Zaddy Azariah

ᴀᴢᴀʀɪᴀʜ мαтнιαѕ ʙɪsʜᴏᴘ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Werewolf / Daddy Alpha

Real Estate Agent for Bishop Properties ; PT Model • Oct 21 || 25 • Straight • Male || He/Him • Unmated (TBD) Whether determined by the blood of the wolf, or the genes of a long line of tall men and women, Azariah's height follows the trend. Standing at 6'5.75" he is .25" taller than his father, and a fact he clings to with all of his might. Have you ever seen a fat werewolf? Nah, the metabolism burns to high to really hold onto excessive fats, but you have without a doubt seen a skinny wolf, they probably aren't working out or eating enough. When you look upon Azariah neither of those assumptions would enter your thoughts. 235 lbs of well-defined muscle is carried on that tall frame of his, spending six of his seven mornings in the gym a week has done well for him. A face to match the body he created was a blessing he thanks the goddess for every day. Angular feature with a well-defined jawline and high cheekbones take his "All-American" blonde hair blue eyes from "boy-next-door" to "next-top-model". A nightly skincare routine established by his sister has left his complexion even, clear, and practically poreless. Azariah's style can be described as high-class trendy. A materialistically driven eye leads him to well-known designers and premium fabrics that call to the opulence of the rest of his lifestyle. A wide color range compliments the All-American genes passed through his family and he carries an expansive color palette in his closet. The wolf of Qaletaqa is a larger than normal wolf with black fur that shimmers a peculiar shade of blue under the light of the moon, and glowing blue eyes as depthless as the sea. A long, confident gait carries the heavy body forward with the grace befitting of royalty. 『 "I thought being the Alpha would be badass, but I'm feeling more like a fucking camp counselor for a bunch of confused, hormonal middle schoolers." 』

^{𝗣 𝗘 𝗥 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗔}

P E R S O N A L I T Y

First and foremost, Azariah’s sense of duty to protect and make sure his people feel secure in their homelands is unparalleled. Azariah takes all challenges head on, exhibiting admirable bravery and boldness as a leader. Fulfilling his duties is top priority while in “work-mode”, he is said to be very reliable and almost always punctual. This consideration he shows for other people’s times is always a shocking part of him when he is meeting with elderly people. This side of him is mainly dictated by Qaletaqa, because both the man and wolf see eye-to-eye on how to lead their people Qale comes to the front in some cases and gives Az a “break”.

As a man his personality is almost a polar opposite, and greatly displeases the old, traditionalist spirit of the Guardian of The People. Azariah is a freedom-lover, and greatly independent, hence his non-committal tendencies and success in positions where he is the boss or at least his own boss. Authority is a construct and he treats it as such [outside of the pack], refusing to report to anyone, and not afraid to get combative in whatever way he deems necessary to defend his autonomy, and his pride. A great displeasure to Qale is the promiscuity Azariah chooses to indulge in. Fully capable of settling and mating the man has yet to do so and is instead romping through the sheets of humans and wolves alike. Though not an entirely lost cause he keeps things clear and transparent with the couple girls he sees, and is always honest and upfront with them. Playing games isn’t his style, especially seeing the messes his sister always gets herself into.

L I K E S

« Money. »
« Leisure travels. »
« Italian Food. »
« Sex. »
« Muy Thai. »
« Working when he wants. »
« Modeling for campaigns. »

D I S L I K E S

« Not being in charge of his life. »
« Qaletaqa’s traditionalism.»
« Thought of being tied down. »
« Uncertainty. »
« Plain Janes. »
« Country Music. »
« Being rushed. »

H A B I T S & Q U I R K S

« Combs his fingers through his hair when he is in thought or distressed. »
« Paces back and forth when having a conversation with Qaletaqa. »
« Has established a morning routine of a 5 mile run followed by an hour with his personal Muy Thai trainer at the local club. »

H O B B I E S

« Amateur Kickboxing [Was able to purchase limiters for his excess strength]. »
« Sleeping with women [Not as much of a player as one might think though, has a couple repeat visitors in rotation]. »
« High Fashion Modeling. »

F E A R S

« Losing the trust & support of his people. »
« Not getting to his full strength as an Alpha. »
« Losing his position he would never admit this. »

^{𝗢 𝗥 𝗜 𝗚 𝗜 𝗡 𝗦}

P L A C E O F O R I G I N

Seattle, WA.

B A C K G R O U N D

The Bishops: From Preachers to Alphas

For generations The Bishop family has revered the goddess of the moon and dedicated their lives to share with others the merciful and awesomeness of their goddess. Unlike many wolves in the states who had been turned into a beast of the night through a viral bite, the Bishops have bared the children of Selene, (or Artemis, or Awilix, or Chang’e depending on your faith), and have seen this feat as a blessing for their devout fellowship of her greatness. Most of the Bishop’s early generations were spent as a nomadic unit, traveling from pack to pack along the west coast, they were knowledgeable teachers and useful allies. Their name grew synonymous with blessings and good luck, for each pack they visited gained something of importance after their departure. The belief and practice of worshipping Selene, the goddess of the Moon and creatures of the night, can be attributed to the Bishop family and all of their efforts.

For some time the Bishops found themselves in the Emerald City of the Evergreen State. With their eldest son, Micah, finding his mate in the form of another “pure-bred” werewolf of the reigning Alpha family the nomadic preachers set up their own church in the heart of the Queen-Anne district and watched as Micah vowed his life and love to Aria. The two lived happily in their youth, eventually, the Bishops moved eastward without Micah and continued their teaching and preaching of Selene over the east coast. Some 35 years later on the bridge between their youth and midlife Micah and Aria brought a beautiful baby boy into the world and gave him the name Azariah.

Five years later the couple gifted Azariah with a beautiful baby sister, Chloe, and this was one of the first people Azariah promised himself he would protect, as a kid his parents thought it was the cutest thing to hear. Ahh… what a good big brother.

Azariah was a quiet child, always looked preoccupied or lost in thought. What looked like daydreaming to others was actually full conversations with Qaletaqa, who retold the tales of a far distant past and recalled the beauty of the Goddess he served directly. The times of puberty brought along his first shift and it was a... strange experience. Completely different from what his mother and father prepared him for. There was no intense pain or desire for blind chaos, instead he felt like he was watching a movie, seeing through the eyes of the wolf but unable to direct action or provide thought, but he could hear Qaletaqa clearly, and more so could feel the joy of the wolf as he padded along the green grass and wove between the elder Evergreens.

The family of four left the west coast once Chloe was old enough to easily travel with and sought a new life amongst an established pack in the heart of Salem, MA. The kids grew up in the town, exploring the neighboring states during breaks, visiting their grandparents who had established a second church of Selene in New York City and formed a small pack of believers who gave back to the community and provided a safe place for lone wolves and various supernatural beings needing help. During his high school years, Azariah noticed how the pack had been changing after the son of the previous Alpha won the position after beating him in combat. There were rumors of the orders the Alpha gave to the single women of the pack, the harsh way he treated the widows and the men below him. No eyewitnesses ever came forward to affirm the rumors but Azariah still kept them in mind. Though no one needed to wait long to see how terrible the Alpha truly was, at the next pack meeting he made sure to exhibit his power. With two of the women who often spent their time with Chloe beside him barely clothed and obviously broken, and with his beta sporting a beaten face, the elders were enraged, the followers of Selene disgusted. Qaletaqa a cold burning fury had Azariah silently seething, glaring through red tinted vision as the poor excuse made his declarations and issued his demands.

Like an arrogant fool, he demanded all single men of age leave the pack, unwanted and unwelcome until they have found mates elsewhere. Which meant all women of age and coming of age in the pack were to be his mates and lifelong toys, none were given the authority to leave the pack or the pack lands. The command shook everyone to their core and the Alpha made sure to make an example of the first elder who sought to give sound advice against weakening the pack as such. Bloodied and humiliated the alpha left the elder and turned as if waiting for another to step forward to face the same fate. No one did and on went the commands of a deranged leader, who broke the faith of his people with every word he spoke and strengthened the promise Azariah made to take his life.

The day after his 18th birthday, only a couple months into the school year the 3rd and 4th member of the Alpha’s pack had come to the Bishop house to issue the demands of the Alpha. The newly turned “man” was quiet as he listened to what they had to say, but his mother was not, she demanded to know what her son was meant to do in the middle of his senior year and away from them. Among her hysteria, she cursed the Alpha and the pack that let him ascend to the leadership position. This was the only time Azariah reacted or said anything, catching the hand aimed to strike his mother the blue of his irises glowed with the rage he had felt on that very first day two years ago. Azariah agreed to leave for New York where his grandparents welcomed him with open arms.

For five years he dedicated himself to training and learning all he could about himself, Qaletaqa and their goddess. Then judgment day came. On the Eve of Chloe’s 18th birthday, he returned to Salem, greeted the wolves on patrol and the Alpha he knew could sense his unconcealed presence and issued his challenge for the spot at the top of the pack. Like a coward, the Alpha tried to deny, but the elders who saw hope and a chance for change in Azariah were quick to back him up. So the fight was set, during the night under the power and watch of the moon before the entire pack… or what was left of it.

Unlike the sadistic means of the weaker man Azariah’s fight was swift, but not merciful. There were times the man had begun to tap out, but the rage of Azariah and Qaletaqa was meant to be felt. The rage of the pack, heartbreak of mothers, and humiliation of the elders was meant to be righted, the Alpha would answer his wrongdoings with his life. So he did, a look of disbelief frozen on his face as his head tumbled to the feet of Azariah, the new alpha and protector of the people.

S E C R E T S

« Yearns for the connection he sees between his mated parents. »
« Loses consciousness every time he shifts. [shout out to Qaletaqa!]»

^{𝗟 𝗬 𝗖 𝗔 𝗡}

A B I L I T I E S

Alpha’s Domain

Within the boundaries of the lands controlled by the pack or within the pack itself Azariah has absolute power. Within the pack, his word is final, when using the power of his position his word is unavoidable. Among the lands he can sense when any of his people come and go over the borders, and if other supernatural beings enter his lands without concealing themselves.

Blessing of Selene

The goddess of the moon has gifted her loyal followers for generations. The Bishops have an affinity for empathy and the elders among the family have honed the ability in such a way to be able to influence the emotions of those in close quarters. For Azariah he is able to sense the emotions of another through physical touch and has used the ability in his career and leader of the pack.

Sorry, I don’t speak poor.

Wealth is an ability right? Well Azariah has a lot of money, not completely inexhaustible but damn near. Generations of family members putting their time to assure their future kids would live comfortably had not gone to waste.

I was born in the darkness

Besides his enhances werewolf physiology, senses and speed, the exhaustive Muy Thai(MMA) training he is put through with enchanted limiters have made him a formidable fighter at full strength. Training as a human has made him very aware of his weaknesses and he’s worked hard on covering for them.

L I M I T A T I O N S

What limitations does your character have to their abilities or skills?
I’m not invulnerable?

Apparently, getting your head cut off ends the simulation. What a pretty mental image… yeah let’s avoid that.

I’m bulletproof, fire awa-

Silver bullets and anything laced with wolfsbane hurts like a bitch, and well weaken the hell out of this daddy Alpha.

Selene and her full moon

Qaletaqa is a trustworthy partner, thankfully, but being forced to shift on full moons really fucking sucks when you lose control of your body. At least he remembers what happens?

E X T R A

I read the rules.

_{Matthew Noszka | 0F0F0F}

@Lionhearted Yah yeet, here's the alpha wolf daddy.

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