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NAME. Jonas Olander
AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25 & June 7th, 1998
GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him
SPECIES. Daemonfey ( Draegloth )
OCCUPATION. Unemployed
FACE CLAIM. Rainer Dawn
biography
( tw: self harm, attempted suicide, violence, blood ) Even in the modern era, Jonas was brought up in the ways of old his born pack upheld as sacred. Outsiders weren’t allowed for turned lycans or those from diluted bloodlines were inferior. The Olanders were part of a noble and ancient heritage that stretched back to the first Tiber alpha. It had been many generations since his pack had splintered off, but the stories kept the connection alive and burning in Jonas’ heart. He memorized the tales of his prominent forbearers, adopted the customs passed down on him, and found his natural place within pack hierarchy. For weeks they lived within a community, preparing for the four nights the moon they worshipped granted them their true strength. Moon after moon, shift after shift, Jonas became over the years what he was raised to be: a true lycan coexisting with the natural world. Every hunt was a tribute, every howl was a reminder of his heritage. He was proud to be born as he was and happy to serve his pack until the day he died.
However, no pack was above the laws of the wild. Shifting dynamics across the globe caused lycans everywhere to consolidate power. The rise of the Lupo led to an influx in Rome-bound pilgrimages, but the Olanders chose to turn their ears away from the howls. Thrive or perish, that was nature’s way, so a pack that operated on old, isolationist policies would have to pray their old-world strength was enough to combat an onslaught. A distant pack came, eager to usurp Jonas’ alpha and consolidate his pack into something else entirely. His outrage at the initial attack was shared amongst all the lycans of his family. The idea of their noble heritage being tainted by outsiders infuriated them. Still, his first field of battle was where he finally learned that conviction alone was not enough to protect what was cherished.
It was a brutal war and Jonas watched countless faces of those he’d known his entire life cut down before his eyes as he fought. His pack and livelihood were burning around him, forcing him to acknowledge the promises of greatness that had filled his head from birth as lies. The pleading prayers of his dying family were like a curse to his ears. Jonas couldn’t bear it, the sonata of failure shattering across the battlefield his spirit allowing something much darker to sprout in its place. Jonas rejected the death encroaching on his broken body and bit into the heart of the injured packmate clinging to life next to him. Then he did it again, and again, over and over until he devoured any trace of weakness the Olander pack exhibited in their defeat. He rose on his hackles, empowered by the fallen he absorbed despite how doing so disconnected him from the traditions he’d upheld and fought back. The assailants were ill-prepared for a sudden volatile and Jonas managed to slash through scores of enemy lycans before he was brought down, but he was eventually brought down. That was to be it for him, disgracing himself in the name of revenge only to die battered and alone. He cursed his fate, and himself, which made him prime real estate for the dark promise that whispered in his ear. Jonas had only wanted to protect his pack and he gave up his soul in the process, but it was all a waste. Why should he let that be his end though? He rejected death once, so why not again?
Jonas didn’t want to die, that’s all he wanted. But it was a bargain made under the most desperate of circumstances because his first coherent thought on the other side of the agony he endured was how he wished he’d gone out with the rest of his pack. The creature he’d allowed himself to become was vile, disgusting, and so far removed from lycanthropy that his own reflection made him wretch, even when he wasn’t in shifted form. He hated what he had become and hated himself for letting it happen, but there was no way out or through. Jonas had tried to find an out on his own more than a few times, but he traded his soul for power. The kind of power that was not so easily destroyed.
Jonas found salvation at his lowest point at the bottom of a pool of blood. Some of it was whatever unlucky creature he tore to ribbons, some was his own trickling down his flesh after hours of gouging at his immortal hide. He was a mess and that was his pattern, but one flash of an impish smile bearing down on him and Jonas lost the urge entirely. He had nothing, and then out of the blue, he had everything. He was a complete stranger to comfort and opulence. He knew he didn’t deserve an ounce of contentment after disgracing his bloodline. Jonas was prepared to live out the rest of his days in loneliness while he repented for giving himself to darkness. But alongside Napoleon and Carmine he could pretend at the very least. They were alike enough, and they were his pack. Plus, when they smiled Jonas found it hard to hate himself. He would never regain what he’d lost no matter how hard he tried, but maybe if he could keep this new pack of his safe then perhaps one day he’d stop regretting his rejection of death’s hand.
personality
+ uninhibited, pensive, consistent
– stubborn, self-loathing, merciless
played by zen. est. he/him.
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[Sam Evans] ✖ [26] ✖ [pansexual] ✖ [the geeky jock]
dob: may 17
occupation: high school gym teacher and assistant football coach
face claim: chord overstreet
pronouns: he/him
Above all else, Sam is a family man. He has a strong bond with his parents and younger siblings. He still goes to their house for dinner at least once a week, and usually more than that.
While often berated for childish antics, Sam became an adult before most people his age. When the market crashed, he had to become the third parent at age 16 helping to take care of his siblings and working a part time job to keep the roof over their heads and food on the table.
As a result, Sam is incredibly frugal. He doesn’t buy name brand anything (except Nike shoes, because quality) and doesn’t go out incredibly often, encouraging hangouts at home - movie nights, cook outs, etc.
But Sam would give you the shirt off his back, or anything else you need.
School was Sam’s biggest struggle. Diagnosed with dyslexia when he was in grade school, everything just took longer. It was exhausting. Going to college was the last thing he wanted to do, but he knew being a teacher was what he was meant to be.
He loves kids, even the bratty teenagers he deals with on a daily basis.
Sam falls in love early and often, with a heart too big to keep to himself. He doesn’t know the meaning of a casual relationship. Wedding bells are typically already ringing in his head on the first date.
However, his one true love is and always will be Captain America.
If it’s considered a “geeky” interest, Sam is probably into it. But comic book superheroes take the cake.
He never misses a Tennessee Titans football game. Seeing them play on their home field is bucket list item for him.
Sam loves to burn candles. Kitchen scents (cookies, vanilla, etc) are his favorite.
body dysmorphia tw When he didn’t think his brain would get him anywhere, Sam’s focus went to his body. Maybe he could model, be an athlete, working in adult entertainment even crossed his mind. But any of that meant maintaining the perfect body. He knew people found him hot but it wasn’t enough. If he could pinch the fat between his fingers, it had to be fixed. Tight diets, extreme workouts, and overall obsession was the name of the game. A few of his friends staged something of an intervention, and it got better, but the issue has never been fully resolved.
Sam runs on the beach every morning. He claims it’s because the sand resistance is a good extra workout, and it is. But really, he just likes to watch the sunrise over the water.
Sam is a master sandcastle builder.
Sam is afraid of spiders. Those burn down the house when you see a spider memes? Big mood.
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Meet Maris Montgomery. Maris is 27 and hails from Montclair, Pennsylvania. She identifies as heterosexual /heteroromantic and is single. Unfortunately for you, this role is taken.
name: Maris Montgomery
face claim: Crystal Reed
pronouns: She/Her
age & birthday: 27/February 8
three positive traits: friendly, kind, outgoing
three negative traits: stubborn, weary, impatient
occupation: Freelance writer/owner of Poseidon's Bookstore
hometown: Montclair, Pennsylvania
Biography/Headcanons:
Maris is the daughter of Charles Montgomery and Layla Montgomery. Charles is the former mayor of the small town. She only ran when she was a small child so she has very little memory of him running. But still being the former mayor’s daughter she was often watched growing up. With always having the public eye on her, Maris always had to be well behaved. She knew that even with her father being former mayor anything she did and still do to this day. The one thing that always meant more to her with her family. Maris is not the only child of Charlie and Layla. She has one younger sister who is six years younger than her. The two girls have always been close and I still Christmas day. They now own a small Bookshop in town together.
There is one thing that you can always find Maris doing in town, it’s writing. Even at a young age, Maris has written many articles, magazine articles and even has a couple of Books. It’s what she went to school for. She was always writing as a child and would read her stories to anyone who listens. She was always determined to become a writer. If you come to the bookstore in town that is often that you find her doing. Besides doing the books she is always working on some kind of story. She is not finished her most recent book based on the small town. So based on small-town the book does not involve anyone or any names of the people in the town. Just retelling the story that happened over the many years she’s lived there.
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Zim || ??? || Irken || Sexuality Unknown || FC: Ezra Miller || Taken
Zim came to earth around nine years ago, looking to take over and destroy Earth as a part of a secret mission bestowed upon him by his Tallest, the rulers of his homeplanet Irk. Though, after years of being unsuccessful in his mission, and countless video calls with the almighty tallest who seemed unbothered by his lack of progress, Zim finally realized that they would never send him an armada, and only sent him to Earth with hopes of getting rid of him forever. This realization lit a fire underneath him, leading him to the decision of conquering Earth all on his own, and building his own empire of invaders.
Though, recently, after running into more than one abandoned Irken, Zim learned that Earth has become dumping grounds for The Tallest to banish anyone they see fit-- Rebels, Irken criminals, Defective Irkens, Irkens damaged in battle and so on. Now Zim must decide if he can persuade them to become his personal minions, or if he must destroy them to continue his mission and take over the Earth.
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ROBERT “BOBBY” DRAKE — A.K.A ICEMAN — TAKEN!
“ Being grown up doesn't have to mean being endlessly morose and having fun isn't just fot five-year-olds.
No, the day I can't laugh at how ridiculous this all is, while still loving every single second of it, is the day I walk away and find a new line of work. . ”
Bobby grew up in Fort Washington, Long Island, New York with his mother Madeline Drake and his father William. Growing up Bobby loved the beach and looked up to both of his parents. Being an imaginative boy Bobby was constantly lectured by his father on how dreamers never amounted to anything. Bobby was also looked down upon from his father whenever he cried due to pain or injury. When Bobby turned thirteen he began to feel cold all the time, an early manifestation of his mutant powers. Later when he swam in his family’s pool his powers manifested and froze the water around him. His parents quickly managed to figure out that their son was a mutant and told him to be careful since others would become fearful of his abilities.
Bobby secretly worked on his abilities learning quickly how to cover himself in ice and how to freeze moisture in the air. This prompted him to declare that being a mutant was an awesome idea. In school Bobby started dating Judy Harmon earning the unwanted attention from a local bully Rocky Beasely. His date with Judy turned from fun to frightening when Rocky and his gang showed up. Fearing for his and Judy’s safety Bobby froze Rocky into a block of ice. This prompted the gang and Judy to flee from the scene. Devastated Bobby ran home and spilled everything to his parents. Soon the Sheriff showed up at Bobby’s home to take him into custody.
Believing he would get a fair trial Bobby surrendered to the police. When the story made news it caught Professor Charles Xavier attention. He sent Cyclops to retrieve Bobby so he could invite him to attend the school. Once Cyclops arrived he broke into Bobby’s cell and offered to help him escape. Bobby refused wanting to go to court and clear his name. Their disagreement caused the two of them to start a brawl. Their fight took them through the town attracting the attention of the townsfolk which formed a mob to attack Bobby and the two were caught. Before the mob could seriously harm them Professor Xavier used his telepathic ability to erase everyone’s memories of Bobby’s powers. He then extended the invitation to the school to Bobby whom accepted quickly.
When he first stepped foot on the grounds he iced himself happy that he could be his true self. At the school he was given the codename Iceman. Bobby grew and flourished in the mansion, eventually helping with recruitment of other mutants to the school. While he doesn’t approve of the accords and strongly disagrees with the proposed mutant registration ultimately Bobby prefers not to fight when he can. Yet if his friends or innocents are in danger he cares too much to let them be hurt. Iceman will fight to defend them.
Abilities:
Thermokinesis: Iceman is a mutant with the superhuman ability to lower his external and internal body temperature, projecting intense coldness from his body. This ability includes the ability to both cover his form with ice and convert it to organic ice. Additionally he has the abilty to see beings due to the heat signature that others give off because of the absence of heat around him.
Cryokinesis: Iceman can generate, manipulate and fully control ice, snow and cold temperatures, he can use his mutant ability to control moisture such as to freeze any air moisture into super-hard ice. This ice can be formed into any object of his choosing
Special Skills: Bobby is a Certified Public Accountant, a skilled ice skater, and can speak Spanish fluently.
FC: Nathaniel Buzolic
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J O S E T T E L E S T R A N G E
pureblood || 5th year hufflepuff || student || resistance || 19
negative traits: peevish , blunt , unforgiving
positive traits: compassionate , diligent , principled
faceclaim: utp
biography:
there’s just something about that strange lestrange girl that often gathers curious stares or disdainful sneers from onlookers. perhaps it’s her sharp words and quick judgments or maybe it’s her rebellious nature too. like any lestrange child, josette was taught ruthless determination and unwavering resilience in hopes that she would follow in the footsteps of powerful witches and wizards before her. eager to please her parents, josette studied hard and didn’t question their methods nor their beliefs. she followed their rules and mastered all the skills they were adamant about her learning. she was their golden girl, and even yet, it didn’t help how ill-fitted she felt surrounded by the infamous reputation the lestranges built for themselves. she was far less interested in the dark arts than she was in, say, the magical properties of plants or the most convenient charm for lacing a corset. it killed her to stay silent over such doubts (something she rarely if ever did), but the disappointment of her parents seemed to yield far more drastic consequences.
the weight of expectations thrust upon her lead her to seek refuge in the arms of her older sister. for as long as anyone has known, josette and manon were inseparable. always together and never apart. like a quill to an inkwell or gold to a niffler. they could spend hours laughing and trading stories and releasing the burdens of the day to each other. her sister was her other half – the only person who made her feel understood, and it broke her heart when manon left for hogwarts. the days leading up to her own acceptance to the school felt like torture and she longed to see her sister for longer than a summer.
two years later and josette was packed and bound for king’s cross station, her arm looped over her sister’s and awaiting the journey ahead of her. chatting and laughing once more, it seemed the two years lost did nothing to dull their bond. when they arrived, it was nothing less of a surprise when that sharp-tongued lestrange girl was sorted into hufflepuff, of all houses. coming from a long line of slytherins, one would expect josette to follow suit, but the proud puff would hear none of it. loyal to a fault (to all those who earn such loyalty of course), hard-working, determined, and naturally, holding a gift for empathy, josette believed there was no fault in the sorting hat’s decision. but when she joined the others in the common room, it became increasingly clear that despite the yellow robes she wore, her family’s reputation would always make her an outsider. refusing to falter, she simply held her chin up high and moved on. she had manon, after all. and her parents always did say that other people were an intrusion. that’s all.
in a chance meeting, josette became acquainted with a hufflepuff girl. temis hawksley. a muggle-born, she’d come to know, which made her nose twitch in discomfort. regardless of her efforts to shake her off, the two quickly (and most unexpectedly) became friends. jo realized they were much more alike than they were different despite their blood statuses and it wasn’t long before her walls came crashing down. their bond grew stronger and josette realized she’d finally found her sense of belonging. if there had been seeds of doubt about her family’s ideologies before, then those seeds were growing. her loyalties quickly came into conflict. her parents already disapproved of her devotion to her house, and she had yet to hear the outrage that would inevitably ensue if they found out she was befriending muggle-borns. while she loved her family dearly, she didn’t think she could turn a blind eye to the profound hatred they held toward muggles and muggle-borns. the rising tension between distinguishing blood statuses was undeniable, and josette had to figure out which side she was on.
the loss of her best friend had been a turning point. when she discovered that temis had been among the muggle-born casualties, she was overcome with grief. grief and guilt, knowing that the very ideals she grew up on were the very motives that lead the muggle-borns and half-bloods to their demise. entirely resolute, josette rejected her family’s indoctrination and refused to participate in the same injustice that had gotten her best friend killed. a chasm opened between jo and her family. their obsession with blood purity and pursuit of power did nothing but fill her with disgust. her parents’ fury towards her decision was jarring, but she was prepared to face it all. josette and corvus had long been at odds with each other, so the division between them was nothing new. the only thing she was unprepared for was the rift that grew between her and manon. it was like losing another piece of her heart that she desperately wanted to get back.
the passage of time did little to dull her grief, so instead, josette channeled her grief into anger. she would be kind if she could afford to be, but she refused to bend to anyone’s will, including her family’s. there was a spark within her and she would sooner fan the flames than let it go out. there was no hesitation in joining the resistance. for once in her life, josette knows where she stands and is ready to fight for the justice that the champions would deny.
JOSETTE LESTRANGE IS PLAYED BY NINI AND SHE IS TAKEN.
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NICK DUVAL is the 23 year old FATHER of FELICITY MARIE STERLING-DUVAL. His co-parent is JEFF STERLING. He bears a striking resemblance to CURT MEGA. Unfortunately, he is UNAVAILABLE.
"Where words fail, music speaks."
About
Nick moved into a New York City apartment with his best friend, Jeff, after graduating from NYU with a degree in Music Education and getting his first real job as a Kindergarten through 8th grade music teacher. After a drunken Halloween encounter he finally admitted that he had feelings for the guy he called his best friend and the two have been happily dating for nearly a year. Nick never expected parenthood to fall into his lap at such a young age but when one of his 14 year old students confided in him, he knew that he needed to give this baby a chance at a home with two parents who loved her and each other whether they were married heterosexuals or not. A few short months later on July 4th, 2017 Felicity Marie Sterling-Duval came into the world and Nick couldn’t be more thrilled to be starting this new journey with his little family.
Nick Duval is currently played by Kate, who is 22 years old and in EST.
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NAME. Priya Chandra
AGE & BIRTH DATE. 339 & June 13th, 1684
GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her
SPECIES. Daemonfey ( Liche )
OCCUPATION. Employee at Blud
FACE CLAIM. Sobhita Dhulipala
BIOGRAPHY
In order to survive the Abyss, one had to be the strongest. That’s what her father would repeat over and over again. Bedtime stories rarely revolved around a prince in shining armor or the endless depths of friendship, but rather the cruelties one had to face in order to survive. To become stronger meant sacrifice and the abandonment of moralities. Priya never believed in such things as she considered herself to be a rare defender of individualism within her coven. A sorceress desiring the end of their dog eats dog society. With Hassan being one of the elders, her father put more pressure onto his daughter than necessary. Caving once her father sugarcoated the customs and power struggles that lead to traumatic events within the coven, Priya was sucked into this world, naive enough to put her father’s wishes over her own. What if he was right? An Elder with high ambitions trying to get his daughter to be more powerful and ready to survive surely wouldn’t have any ulterior motives. Instead, the sorceress slowly began to accept her father’s guidance in exchange for power.
Various challenges followed. Much like Herakles before her, the sorceress was tasked to complete dangerous challenges for the sake of enhancing her powers. Seeing as she didn’t have what it took to be as powerful as her father wanted her to be, he specifically pushed her further into this world, cutthroat, ambitious, survivalists of the worst kind. They had ambitions to become immortal, so to honor the coven’s values, Priya put herself in grave danger to find meaning in her sacrifice. Do not cry for the sacrificial lamb; she’s the one sharpening the knife. To be a sorceress means endless sacrifice to achieve one’s ends and Priya desperately tried to please her coven. Following that path, she forced herself through the darkness, conjured dark magic to defeat her unfortunate enemies. The more time she spent challenging herself, the deeper her father forced her down this road of sacrifice and obedience, the more he heart rebelled. Despite what her coven preached, her heart’s own desire was already reserved for someone else. A Vampire of all creatures, someone who’d already achieved immortality.
What was supposed to be a real testament of her own strength turned out to be a nightmare. Once invited, the vampire attacked them, fed and laid waste to their coven like nothing before. Old and wise, he knew how to have them running for the hills to further excite their blood. Priya awoke among the smell of smoke, burning buildings and laughter echoing through the darkness. Her throat burned, her muscles had stopped aching and her reflexes had become much more refined, faster and… stronger. The strength of immortality. Did she succeed? Only her father stood after the vampire fled the scene, his pockets filled with gold and his body almost overflowing with blood. Now a vampire, her father struggled with what should never be. His undead daughter, stronger than ever, lead by her own heart rather than ambitions. And yet, as their eyes met, Priya’s father struggled to find it in him and kill her for good. The coven’s death wouldn’t have to be for nothing if only they used their teachings to reverse her immortality.
Grieving over her entire coven’s death, Priya believed herself to be the culprit, the hungry vampire who had killed them all in a blackout. Nothing remained, but she knew better than to believe her own lies. The vampire who’d turned her, her one time lover, ended up being nothing more than a trickster, an executioner with fangs, corrupt and merciless. So when her father suggested dark alternatives, desperate for her daughter to return, Priya listened, now more than ever. Watching her father’s madness unfold The guilt didn’t stop. Believing to be the cause of his madness, Priya did whatever necessary to revert the curse and rebuild what had been lost. As she tipped the goblet filled with vampiric ichor down her throat, much of what used to be vanished. Drawn closer by the look of blood but cringing at the initial smell, the actual blood tasted much sweeter, smokier, than what she’d expected. Potent and addictive, Priya poured the blood down her throat, to drown in it, to feel nothing but the sinful taste of what would forever change her life. The demon crawled down her throat with its ichor, taking a hold of her body and soul. The blood of an archfiend, a source of great power to revert what had been done. Blood was the answer, revealing what had been hidden within the darkness for so long.
This hadn’t been her chance of freedom, but only a desperate attempt to revert her own death – a sacrificial lamb, her body served as the ultimate vessel for an archfiend. Enraged and starving, the now Liche slit her father’s throat and tasted his blood out of spite. Such cruelty came with a price: the peace loving, kind child feasted on her father like maggots on a corpse: relentlessly, unceremoniously, only to hurt, only to feast. She watched him carefully as her father’s heart stopped beating, eyes glossy from tears. A Liche, that what she was, an undead creature.
Trying to find meaning in her new, damned existence, Priya travelled the world, hoping to regain some of her humanity within. Kind and still naive, she clung onto the nearest group of vampires in hopes of belonging somewhere. An outcast among outcasts, she was neither bad nor entirely good, feeding upon those she should call family. Alas, the archfiend within had made itself comfortable, peeking through every once in a while, demanding blood and violence. While the archfiend within recklessly wreaked havoc upon her core values and soul, Priya became everything her father wanted her to be: powerful, immortal and, above all, doomed to a life of solitude.
The more the archfiend took over, the less Priya’s body tried to fight them. Mentally she remained on guard, losing control every once in a while, Their ambitions became her own: power, albeit put to good use, a monster with morals, a damned creature of warmth and love despite her cold skin. Still, as she looked in the mirror, her appearance skeletal and frightening, the archfiend within tasked her with the never ending battle for power and influence while her heart remained stoic: the sacrificial lamb, the sorceress who’d never ceased to love, would always remain.
PERSONALITY
+ kind, witty, devoted
– tormented, stubborn, naive
PLAYED BY SASKIA. GMT+1. She/Her.
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[Braxton Carter Dias] ✖ [26] ✖ [bisexual] ✖ [the lone wolf]
dob: september 10
occupation: veterinarian
face claim: jordan rodrigues
pronouns: he/him
Braxtons biological mom was sixteen when she got pregnant with him, her original plan was to keep him but about halfway through her pregnancy she came to the realization that it just wouldn’t be a good life for him if she had so got set up with an adoption agency opting for a closed adoption, that’s all Braxton knows about his biological family.
It was through that agency that he was given to the Dias family, both Hugo and Maria Dias had been told that their chances of getting pregnant were slim to none so they opted for adoption. For the first two years of his life he was an only child, to everyones surprise though his mom had gotten pregnant unexpectedly and Braxton was about as excited as a 2-year-old could be to be a big brother and he adored his sister Gabriella from the start.
Growing up in a household literally filled with performers everyone really expected Braxton to turn out the same but unlike both his parents and later on his sister he hated anything to do with the spotlight, any time he was in front of more than 5 or so people as a kid he would absolutely freak out. He was just much happier watching from the audience or backstage.
He fell in love with reading at a young age, he would constantly ask to be read to as a toddler and when he learned to read himself he almost always had a book in his hands, he would even try and read at the dinner table and more often than not his parents would have to take the book away so he would actually eat instead of just reading.
He had a difficult time socializing as a kid (and even now to an extent), growing up switching between NY and LA he never really made an effort to make friends, he would get really nervous around people, especially people he didn’t know so he would just opt to not even try to make friends.
He did however have a seemingly natural connection to animals, it didn’t matter what kind of animal it was he was just naturally drawn to them and on more than one occasion they were drawn to him, despite his parents not allowing animals in the house they would let him put out food and water for them if he happened to find a stray and almost every day without fail he would have one follow him home.
He consistently did really well in school, his grades really being his top priority throughout his life, he did dual enrollment in highschool and managed to get his undergraduate degree 3 years after highschool at UCDavis because of it.
With his love of animals it really came as no surprise to anyone who knew him that he wanted to become a Veterinarian, he was thrilled when he was accepted into the Veterinary program at the same university.
He really gained a lot more self confidence in the four years he was in that program for, a majority of the people around him by that point where a lot more like him and he hadn’t really realized before then just how out of place he felt in the world.
He still doesn’t like too much attention and he still struggles with meeting new people but he doesn’t actively avoid it anymore either. He can actually enjoy being around people other than his family now as opposed to four years ago when he wouldn’t even want to look at another person.
He wouldn’t have taken the job as the new Veterinarian at the clinic in Sanders Bay if it wasn’t for his sister, The beach could only sound so appealing when he had just spent the past 8 years of his life right near a beach but for those 8 years he had also spent them away from her and she had truthfully always been his best friend, even if she wasn’t gonna stick around in the town forever he wanted to at least be in the same timezone as her again. Plus all in all the town didn’t sound so bad.
The very first thing he did when he moved to his own place in Sanders was get himself a cat, he would have chosen a dog just for the simple fact that he loves to run and really wants to be able to run with a dog but he knew he wouldn’t be able to give a dog the time and attention they need so he got himself a cat instead.
He’s had a caffeine addiction since he was 13, he can’t function in the morning until he’s had at least two cups of coffee and he usually drinks an energy drink on the way to work and another one around lunch time, he knows how bad they are for him but he can’t bring himself to quit them.
As he’s gotten older he’s started to wonder more and more about what his biological parents are like, he wants to ask his parents for help in finding them but he’s afraid it’ll hurt their feelings so he tries his best to just not focus too much on it.
As much as he loves treating cats and dogs his favorite animal to treat at the clinic is by far birds, he only sees one or two on a regular basis but the way they act never fails to make him laugh.
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Meet Mallory Bacardi. Mallory is 28 and hails from London, England. She identifies as heterosexual/heteroromantic and is single. Unfortunately for you, this role is taken.
name: Mallory Bacardi
face claim: Emilia Clarke
pronouns: She/her
age & birthday: 28, March 21st
three positive traits: empathetic, insightful, practical
three negative traits: calculating, vengeful, sneaky
occupation: Travel Agent (Former MI6 Agent)
hometown: London, England
BIOGRAPHY:
Being the daughter of a rich couple wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, as young Mallory discovered after her parents deemed her unfit for their lavish lifestyle. But they couldn’t get rid of her, or give her up for adoption, who else would run their art empire right? Wrong.
After Mallory’s younger brother was born, the young Brit saw that her parents had no need for her anymore. Not waiting to see if they’d kick her out or pass her off to one of her relatives, Mal decided to get her life in order.
She started studying harder and graduated early, joining the royal navy at 15, and after being discharged at 19 Mallory was recommended to join MI6. And she flourished. Quickly she worked her way up through the ranks and became a top agent within a few years. She was lethal and she never failed a mission, Mal threw herself into her work and didn’t make much time for anything else…mostly relationships.
But how’d she got to Montclair? Well after a particularly rough and dangerous mission, Mallory found herself celebrating as usual…a drink alone but she soon found herself being shot at through the window: a warning. Not long after threats made their way to Mallory and her boss at MI6. The threatening messages did, in fact, threaten to expose Mallory’s missions and tear down the reputation of Mal and the agency, so she left before any damage could be done.
After being told that she was officially disowned by her parents when she left MI6, a relative of hers suggested she settle in Montclair for a change in pace. She decided to become something more lowkey once she moved to Montclair, and decided to become a travel agent.
HEADCANONS:
Mallory still freelances for MI6 and also helps the CIA, occasionally working as an analyst or even as a consultant.
She doesn’t communicate with her parents at all, but her younger brother reached out and started to develop a sibling relationship with her.
She also works as a translator on the side, both in foreign languages and in sign language.
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Get to Know the Admin!
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Name: Sara
Screen name: PillowTea
Age: 14
Birthday: September 7th, 2004
Sign: Virgo ♍️
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual💗💛💙
Pornouns: She/Her & They/Them
Relationship Status: Taken❣️
Likes: Anime, Card Games, Books, Dancing, Anything Art Related, Singing, Sweet Things, Voice Acting, Puns, Coffee, and Cuddles.
Dislikes: Anyone Rude, Trolls, and Depressing Topics.
Occupation(s): Amateur cartoonist, amateur singer, amateur voice actress, and a professional fandom junkie
Fandom(s): Homestuck/Hiveswap, Undertale/Deltarune, Gravity Falls, Voltron, Pokémon, Literally any anime, Splatoon, Harry Potter, Wandersong, A Hat in Time,
Eddsworld, Legend of Zelda, Overwatch, and Fire Emblem
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FELICIA HARDY — A.K.A.BLACK CAT — TAKEN!
“ For years I was the little thief pretending to be a socialite. But this... This is new. I'm done pretending. This cat's going to be a queen. Queen of thieves. Queen of crime. Queen of this whole town! And nothing and no one are going to get in my way! . ”
During her childhood the only thing that stuck with her was something that her father had mentioned to her before his arrest. He told her to never settle for second best and encouraged her to do better for herself. Seeing that her father was a world renowned cat burglar it is easy to see where she had gotten her ideas later on in life.
Felicia attended Empire State University and decided to attend a party. Managing to get cornered by a drunken student in the bathroom Felicia was nearly sexually assaulted but was saved by a fellow student named Ryan. It wasn’t too long after this that the pair became close friends. Following this the pair started dating and not too far into this relationship Ryan began demanding to get into a more physical relationship. Despite her protests, he wouldn’t accept no as an answer. After this the pair spilt she put aside her studies and began training in various fighting styles and acrobatics. Felicia refused to simply be a victim so she focused on the skills that would allow her to end her attacker’s life.
After months of preparation Felicia set out for her revenge but before she could find him she learned that Ryan was killed in a drunk driving accident. Being denied the chance to destroy the life of the person that destroyed hers infuriated Felicia. Feeling reckless she decided to follow in the footsteps of her father. After amassing a small fortune in stolen goods she chose to adopt an alternative identity and donned the costume of the Black Cat for the first time.
Black Cat went to break her father out of prison only to be stopped by Spider-Man. Managing to fake being insanely unhinged she was locked into a less secure facility where she managed to use her skills to escape. She forgot about her father and went for one last big score after a few other scores she had. She tried to convince Spider-Man to join her. When she couldn’t he tried to capture her. In order to evade going capture she appeared to have flung herself to her death.
Lying low, Felicia is thinking over her choices and deciding what path to take in life. Not really a hero, but not entirely a villain.
Abilities:
Expert Thief: Felicia is a skilled thief skilled in stealth, picking locks, escapology, evading alarms and cracking safes.
Olympic Level Athlete: She has reflexes, agility, and stamina of an Olympic level acrobat. She is physically very strong and athletic and has great physical endurance. Felicia is particularly a skilled acrobat capable of many difficult feats.
Skilled Martial Artist: She has been trained in several martial arts; most notably Goju-ryu Karate and Judo which she specializes in. Felicia is capable of taking on several armed assailants and incapacitating them without being injured herself.
FC: Phoebe Tonkin
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C A S I A M A L F O Y
pureblood || 6th year slytherin || student || champion || 22
negative traits: overcritical , aloof , resentful
positive traits: zealous , shrewd , tasteful
faceclaim: elle fanning
biography: utp but please include:
~ casia is the oldest of the mafloy siblings.
~she wants to be the heir of the malfoy family but due to her gender, she is overlooked by her younger brother.
connections: utp
CASIA MALFOY IS PLAYED BY JULIA AND SHE IS TAKEN.
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