Prosaic

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

I'm going with the second one; which will lead into the first idea!

@Surtr Inc

Sounds good to me!

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

I'm torn between Britney asking Lynette and Aliana to meet up - or Lynette discovering her abstraction in an explosive way and Aliana noticing it. What do you think?

@Surtr Inc

Oooo, I like both ideas honestly. They both seem like they could garner fun responses.
I think I like them all meeting up best, but I could roll with either! Go with whatever feels right.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Aliana can interact with Lynette and/or Britney.

In any case, I'm gonna make a few edits to the timeskip post and clear up a few plotholes/add a few POVs.

@Surtr Inc

That works for me, I find she's easier to write with someone to bounce off of. We can work out something for Lynette and Aliana.

I'll be sure to reread it when you're done.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@Surtr Inc I'm just about done with my post-awakening response but I'm going to wait for someone else to post first.

EDIT: I mean besides Aliana. I have written absolutely nothing for Aliana.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

I wanted to be a smartass and quot ethe op but since I'm short on time: yes.

@Surtr Inc

You should have quoted it anyway, if my dumb ass can't remember something in the description then I deserve to read it and weep.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@Surtr Inc Are they the only ones who can see their sigils or are those plainly visible?

Night School *Looking for more players*

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His roommate had taken him off guard with how easy he was to talk to. He had expected something different, perhaps he'd heard far too many rumors about wolves. It was easy to make bad assumptions when he'd been spoon fed horror stories ever since he'd been changed. Werewolves were temperamental and dirty. They hated all vampires and treated them with utmost disrespect. Blah, blah, blah.

"Yes, I believe that's all I really need to set down."

When the other boy asked about what had brought him here, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of discomfort. He remembered Ivan, his blond hair and his gray eyes. He remembered how they'd fallen in love but how seretive they had been throughout their relationship. How Valentino hadn't wanted his parents to know that he had fallen for a boy. The strange shame that he had felt in having to tell Ivan that.

He hadn't realized that there were much worse things to have to hide from his parents than a boyfriend. He hadn't realized anything until Ivan had sunk his fangs into his throat. It had scared him, he had started to panic almost instantly and yet Ivan had been so gentle. He'd been so kind that it had been shocking in itself.

The change had been tough on him, struggling with a strange feeling of betrayal. He didn't feel like he was allowed to be angry about it, but after some time, he'd realized that it was some violation of trust. He hadn't given him permission to initiate the change, he hadn't even known. They had an explosive argument when he finally brought it up.

Thinking about it, it made his fists clench. He kept his tone even, light almost. "My ex-boyfriend changed me, I wasn't down with it and we broke up. It was all very messy. What about you?"

The Marchand School of Sorcery

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☆ Nolan Santora ☆

Marchand School - Common Room.

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He found that Mitch was one of those people that was hard not to like, maybe it was just in her honesty. She didn't know his family and obviously, that was fine by him. The less people knew, the better. He was actually pretty comfortable with the prospect of telling her about it in his own time. It made things much more simple. He didn't have to deal with a person who knew him before they knew him.

"Don't worry about it," he said warmly, "The Santora's aren't all that important. We've got a pretty short history and we aren't on the council. Don't believe what anyone says about us, we're pretty alright. We mind our own business for the most part. Better an observer than the observed is what my dad always said."

As she told him about her powers and he nodded, though she couldn't see it. "Runes, ay?" he responded, "I don't think I've every met anyone with runic magic. How does it work exactly? Are they like-"

He didn't really have time to say any more on the matter, another young lady had decided to make herself known. The girl that approached him and his new companion was pretty and slight of frame. Her hair was long and light brown, her eyes were a contrasting dark brown and he estimated that she was around the same height as him. She greeted them with a very dry tone, he didn't know if that was just her natural demeanor or if she was truly bored.

He couldn't blame her if she was bored, he'd been getting bored before Mitch had joined him. Of course, if she wasn't bored then she wouldn't be the first chick he'd ever met with a resting bored face. Nonetheless, all company was good company as far as he was concerned. He was in no place to deny friendly or bored faces.

He had wanted to start off right with this school, and surround himself in a small group. Maybe he'd make a pair of friends today, he sure hoped so. These two girls were both practically strangers to him but maybe they'd be able to change that. He wondered if the other one might be a necromancer as well, though he had a feeling she was not. It still wouldn't hurt to ask her about her abilities or to hear her name.

He smiled brightly at her, he had the kind of smile that instantly lit up his face. "If it's fine with Mitch, it's fine with me. I'm Nolan, as previously stated. What can we call you?"

Since she'd already taken her seat near them, there was no need to point one out to her. Again, he had chosen to omit his last name, this was quickly becoming a habit. He had decided that Mitch was trustworthy and he'd been less afraid of her knowing because he was very sure she wasn't a necromancer now. Unless she was a history buff and decided to research it, he was pretty much in the clear.

The Santora's had mostly died out over the years, that was the most common knowledge of them. They were one of those families that had once been very large, very grand. Now, they pretty much just consisted of his parents, a scattered aunt and uncle and a cousin or two. They did their best to avoid the council, avoid parties, avoid everything. Their family crest might as well have said "Niklaus Wronged You, And Now We Avoid."

Sometimes it was a little irritating, especially in situations like now. He knew the last names, he knew the stories. He didn't know the people. Sure, he hadn't been completely deprived of social interaction, his family had attended some parties. He had spent most of those parties with his dad's iron grip on his wrist and his older sisters tittering about what male mages were looking cute that night.

He only remembered one specific party where he'd talked to anyone, but he'd been seven at the time. He could barely even remember the other young man that he'd spoken with. There hadn't been many parties after that, they were always few and far between. Even when they did show up, it wasn't like people were excited to see them. The Santora family showing up to your rich shindig was a kind of social suicide.

His father had even been asked to leave a party once, and he'd been invited! It was safe to say that reactions like that had helped to discourage his family from mingling too often. Of course, this only made him want to change that. He fully intended to spend all of his adult years schmoozing with the upper class and tainting their parties with Santora blood.

There was a sudden commotion that jarred him into looking up. A kind of battle cry filled the air as a red-headed girl bolted forward. Some poor sap even threw himself out of her way and collided unceremoniously into a table. He looked pretty shaken and embarrassed as he tried to collect himself. Nolan managed to feel a little bad for him. That was quite a first impression.

The girl barreled into the dusty haired boy that he'd been trying to identify earlier. Helpfully, she called him by name. Sterling, he was Larke Sterling. It was hard not to know the Sterling name, they had their hand in every trade that went on between mages. Though, he didn't quite know what the boy had done to garner being driven into the ground, he tried his best not to worry about it. The kid seemed to be handling it fine.

Mitch was startled and Apple was on the defense, his first reaction had been to touch Mitch's arm and reassure her that it was fine. He held back from doing so, just in case Apple decided that he was a threat. He did place his hand near her, the warmth of his body was just a bit closer. "Hey, it's alright, nothing to worry about. I think a pair of students are getting into a small altercation. They seem to have it handled."

Welcome To Rawyn - A Supernatural Mystery

Allan Dominic McCullough

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Allan McCullough

"I always wanted a reason to yell "Extra! Extra! Read all about it!" but it never came."

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Back to Basics

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Name: Allan Dominic McCullough.

Aliases: Al, Dom, Mr. Reporter Man.

Age: 30.

Gender: Male.

Tourist or Local?: Local.

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Appearance

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Height: 5"11.

Build: Slim and athletic.

Hair: Brunette, short and messy.

Eyes: Brown.

Distinguishing Marks: He has a scar on his right pointer finger's knuckle, and he also has a tattoo of a snake coiled around his left bicep. The snake is done in fire colors and has blazing golden eyes.

Style: Allan tends to dress stylishly comfortable, favoring wool coats and dark jeans. His t-shirts are usually plain or semi-expensive button ups. He likes to wear suits and ties and fancy leather shoes, though these things are saved for situations where he doesn't have a hope of getting anything on them. At times he can be found slumming around in sweats but you'd have to catch him off guard to be caught in those.

General Appearance: Standing in at a fairly average height, the man has a build that could be considered well-muscled though not in a manner that would be seen as overboard. He's very handsome with a hard jaw and a shapely mouth, he almost always maintains a good amount of scruff on his jaw and upper lip. His nose is straight and pointed at the tip.

He tends to have a bit of tan in the summer and to appear ghastly and pale in the winter. There's a scar beneath his hairline from having cracked his head open as a child.

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Skills & Occupation

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Occupation: Journalist.

Hobbies & Interests: Writing, reading, collecting obscure horror movies, his four cats.

Skills: Painting, identifying movie directors, good old fashion brawling.

Supernatural Sensitivity: Medium-low.

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Psychology

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Personality: Allan shines through with a genuine personality, he's extremely honest. This honesty comes from his love of journalism and need to report the truth. He's very unlikely to withhold information or to lie to those around him. He wears his heart on his sleeve and can be very sensitive, he's a bit of a bleeding-heart at times. He's also a natural activist, constantly ready to help where he can. He can be found donating to causes often.

Though that's not to say he's without his faults, he's terribly awkward. He has very little social skills and a lot of his conversations drift into the usual "uhh"'s and "um"'s. He also is a bit odd, people who know him will comment on the fact that he talks to his cats like people and keeps to himself if he can. He doesn't ever talk about his family and seems to dodge the subject like the plague.

He's friendly though, and humorous. He likes to have company, even if he's not so great at holding conversation with that company. He tries to deflect bad situations with jokes, unless the matter is particularly important to him. It's hard to anger him, unless you happen to be targeting his friends. In bad situations, he has a habit of shutting down or panicking. Neither of these responses are very prefferable.

Bio: Allan was born in South Rawyn, in a bit of a rough household. His parents were a part of the lowerclass working force. His mother was a waitress that worked most of the time that he wasn't in school and his father was a painter and carpenter. Most days, his father got home before his mother and his mood was never pleasant. Allan usually tried to avoid him to the best of his abilities.

His mother was a sweet woman but pretty simple, she wasn't very helpful for such an emotionally demanding son. He ended up feeling very isolated from the both of them. Around the age of thirteen, he got very into his father's film collection. He spent hours and days pouring over old black and white horror films, it gave him a huge appreciation of the classics.

This appreciation ended in him spending all of his allowance on movies that had come out years before he was born. He was more than a little obsessed and familiarized himself with all kinds of directors and their distinctive styles. He became the kind of kid that could give you a full length description on an obscene amount of directors that you had never heard of.

At fourteen, his father tried to initiate him into the art of carpentry and painting. He was never all that great at it but he was willing to learn. He spent a few summers working with his father which should have strengthened their bond but instead drove a wedge between them when Allan expressed interest in writing instead. His father didn't consider "writing" to be a real job and this ended in a lot of conflict.

Allan honed his art, he became pretty good at it. His first ever article was for his school's paper and he received an abundance of praise for it. This wasn't always good, as he ended up writing an article about a bully in the school that had targeted a close friend of his. The two got into a spat and eventually into a full blown fist fight, they both got into trouble for this. He spent a lot of his highschool life either fighting or trying to dodge this bully.

After highschool ended, he attended a college that his parents could barely afford. Eventually he stopped freeloading, moved out of his parents home, and he became a journalist for the local paper. He even adopted four cats. These cats have pretty much become his life, though he'd never admit that. He's gone through more than a few girlfriends but he always returns to his true love, his cats.

His cats

Jasper

Lucky

Polly

Amber

Weaknesses and/or fears:

Dolls - They just really creep him out, they're constantly staring and judging.
Crowds - He does very badly in crows and can be terribly claustrophobic.
Being powerless - This has to do with his highschool bully, he often came out on the bottom of their arguments.

Welcome To Rawyn - A Supernatural Mystery

@2plus2isnot5 Thank you, I'm glad to be on board!