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atdusks · 1 year

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froy gutierrez, he and they, demi man. mateo valdes crossed the city limits into saints: you know, the fifty three year old ( twenty five ) hellhound, who is told they give off i of the storm by of monsters and men vibes. they've been here for twenty four years, gracing the city with their melancholic but kind attitude.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

full name: mateo valdes rosso. nicknames: none. gender: demi man. pronouns: he/they. species: hellhound. orientation: demisexual biromantic. age: fifty three ( physically twenty five ) date of birth: march 10, 1969. zodiac sign: pisces. place of birth: morelia, méxico. place of living: saints city. languages: spanish ( native ), english. occupation: owner of hound dog records ( record shop ). likes: herbal tea, fresh blood, ice skating. dislikes: small conversation, cheese, full-moon nights.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

tba.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

tw: suicide mention. it all begins —and ends— with their family. mateo loved them deeply. the oldest of three siblings, he always made sure to take care of them. when they were attacked, when they all died, all except for him, he died as well. the years have not made it easier on them —they’re still young by immortal standards, after all—, and everyday is a fresh reminder of what they’ve lost. moved into saints shortly after being converted in hopes of finding it all easier to deal with, to no avail yet. they hate it, what they’ve become, and any attempt and ending their own misery has proven to be fruitless. he lives, now, trying to hold on to the memory of them, trying to pass inadvertent by anyone else. hound records, his record store, is a homage to his younger sister.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

close friends (0/2): mateo has been living in saints for over two decades now, so it’s only natural that they’ve managed to open up to some people enough to consider them close. mateo is loyal like no other, so these friends are the one’s he’ll always show up for.

#saints.intro #thinking of more connections to add;;;

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atdusks · 1 year

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madison bailey, she and her, cis woman. ivy gray crossed the city limits into saints: you know, the twenty three year old witch, who is told they give off the kids are alright by chloe x halle vibes. they've been here for seven months, gracing the city with their spacey but energetic attitude.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

full name: ivanna ‘ ivy ’ gray. nicknames: call her ivy or else. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she/her. species: witch. orientation: bisexual. age: twenty three. date of birth: october 11th. zodiac sign: libra. place of birth: chicago, united states. place of living: saints city. languages: english ( native ), french. occupation: barista at the raven. likes: glitter, loud music, bright colors, animlas. dislikes: bitter tastes, rude people, littering, her full name.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

tba.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

a tale as old as time, ivy was born to a mother who wasn’t ready for her, who didn’t want her. her magical lineage came from her side of the family, and so ivy never had anyone to guide her in her journey. she has come to saints in search for people of her kind and in hopes of developing her skills and, away from her dad —who she loves dearly but tends to be quite overprotective—, to have as much fun as she possibly can.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

mentoring witch (0/1): ivy is still trying her hand at magic. she had no one to learn from and thus her abilities and dexterity are lacking in many fronts. she needs an older, wiser witch who can help her develop her full potential.

party friends: she’s definitely always up for a good time, however and whenever, so you’ll find in her a reliable source of fun.

#saints.intro #someday i'll expand the stories hopefully :prayinghands:

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atdusks · 1 year

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teenaged city witches…

boiling love potions in the kettle

enchanting instruments to play their favourite pop songs

lighting a cigarette on a floating candle

going back in time to watch a tv episode they missed

hiding an owl in a ‘no pets’ apartment

dying their hair at the flick of a wrist