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ACCEPTED!

Hey, is that DIANE KRUGER? Oh no, it’s EMILY HARRISON. I hear she is FOURTY-TWO and she can be LOYAL and CREATIVE but can also be BITTER and BRUSQUE. Not to mention they are a HUNTER. (Katie/25/CST)

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(Trigger Warning: Alcoholism.)

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: Emily Harrison grew up in a small town in Oklahoma and was doing just fine, well that’s what she would have told you at the time. Things were good, she had work and her training. She, like her father before her, would keep their little town safe. Then he came and Abby got caught up in his charms and good looks. He whisked her away and they were happy travelling as hunters together. He showed her so many things she had only dreamed of. She was sure she loved him, and she gave him her all. They had a daughter together and she was more joy that Emily could have imagined, by the time she found out the truth it was too late. Her precious child was gone and she was left with nothing but an empty feeling. He had used her to help him clear the way for his own foul deeds, his own vendettas and crimes. All the while she though she had been helping people she dedicated her life to protect, she had been helping him take out his enemies.

Emily is well traveled now, but she’s not going anywhere soon. She’s settled in Red Creek and it’s for good. Having been used as she was, by someone she trusted has made her wary of those who would try and get close. She’d be willing to help if there was ever a crisis in the town but other than that she keeps to herself and to her drink. At least she was smart enough to save her money, what little there was of it. Though she has a tiny little, slightly rundown apartment, she spends most her time at Archers Point, where she has her own bar stool. What more does a person need?

HEADCANONS:

Emily has a love of nature that hasn’t been quashed by her heartbreak and the drinking that has taken that place of feeling loved. If she’s not in Archers Point she’ll be out sketching or painting watercolours of Canaries or other little song birds. It’s one of the few activities she does wholly sober.

Emily has learned to adapt to her new life in Red Creek, but Archer Point reminds her so much of home and the bar her father had. She gets through her day then spends the rest of it drinking in the evening. She may not be fully sober by the next morning but at least she’s not hungover.

When she first made it to Red Creek and was looking for work she found work as the art teacher at the Red Creek High School with weekend classes at Expressions Art Gallery and Studio. The students loved her because in class she was engaging, humours and she always had a story. She lasted almost a school year, but the other teachers and staff started to catch onto her alcoholism. The school board deemed it necessary to dismiss her after she failed to show at parent teacher nights, school meetings, and got drunk on school property.

CHARACTER OCCUPATION: She teaches the occasional art class as a freelance artist. Her students are mostly university students who had her as an art teacher in high school.

#accepted #acceptedapp #emily harrison #admin amanda #submission

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Due to personal reasons:

Scott Shepherd

Brett Dalton is now open!

#brett dalton fc #bloodshedunfollow

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hello there! i was wondering if karla souza would be wanted for any connections?

She can fit either of the following!

BONNIE DRAGOV (ZOEY DEUTCH FC) WOULD LIKE A OLDER COUSIN WITH A LEIGHTON MEESTER, LEA MICHELLE, BEAU MIRCHOFF, UTP FACECLAIM. THEY ARE AROUND THE AGE OF 23-29 AND ALSO A HUNTER.

JOSLYN CURIE (EVANGELINE LILLY FC) WOULD LIKE A OLD PACK MEMBER(S) WITH A UTP; JAKE GYLLENHAAL, JON BERNTHAL, SARAH SHAHI, RACHEL MCADAMS FACECLAIM. THEY ARE AROUND THE AGE OF 29-35 AND ALSO A WEREWOLF.

Members?

#karla souza fc #supernatural rpg #most wanted #wanted connection #original rp #answered #anonymous #admin amanda #Anonymous

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There are many wanted connections that I really love! It's difficult to narrow it down to one...

Hey nonnie! We totally understand the struggle and if you think two connections can be combined, feel free to send the muns a message asking if they’re alright with that because we don’t have a problem with it! Also, if it helps, the ones that are higher up on the page have been there a bit longer if that helps narrow it down. Otherwise we suggest going by species or messaging the muns of any you may be interested in to help you decide. Hope that helps!

#supernatural rpg #lsrpg #oc rpg #town rp #original rp #answered #anonymous #admin amanda #Anonymous

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Daphne Fournier

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Due to lack of muse;

Santiago De La Cruz

Manny Montana is now open!

#bloodshedunfollow #manny montana fc

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Greyson Roberts

Laila Renaud

Graham Harper

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ACCEPTED!

Hey, is that JAKE GYLLENHAAL? Oh no, it’s GRAHAM HARPER. I hear he is THIRTY and he can be DECISIVE and DEPENDABLE but can also be BITTER and ISOLATED. Not to mention they are a WITCH. (mandaaaaaa)

(tw: death, violence)

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:

Before the fire.

After the fire.

This is how Graham Harper has come to think of his life. Two chapters. Two parts. The old him and the new, irrevocably changed him.

Born to members of the Mercier coven, Graham grew up being taught their ways and the ancient, dark magic they practiced. His father and Joel Mercier were as close as brothers and the coven was his extended family. A determined and curious boy, Graham was as confident and decisive as he was loyal. He knew what he wanted just like he knew what company he would keep and it’s why himself, Marie Leblanc and Lenore Mercier became inseparable early on.

Maybe it was because they were born on the same day, years apart, or maybe it was simply a choice the three had made. Whatever it was drew them together and forged a connection between the three that everyone could see. That was the thing about family in the Mercier cove: you could choose your own along with the one you’d been given and that’s exactly what Graham did.

He spent mornings with his father, being mentored by the one person he looked up to most, afternoons being taught by his mother and every other moment with the other two. When his sister, Evelyn, came along, it was like he’d gained another part of himself he didn’t know he was missing. Evelyn was his shadow, a small, bird like girl, seemingly delicate but as powerful as any of the young witches in their coven and Graham saw her as another extension of who he was, someone to pour into and teach alongside their parents.

Life was good and his skills grew year to year, his decisive nature making him more determined than most, willing to go further than some, just like Marie and Lenny. The three of them continuously pushed the boundaries of their skills and, eventually, linked their magic together in a bond meant to strengthen them and avail their magic to each other. It didn’t feel like being weighed down or drained, far from it. It felt right. To have the most important part of themselves connected by the very thing that made them what they were.

This was the very bond that prompted them to perform magic together, doing complex, dark spells of every kind. This was the bond that prompted them to perform magic in the cemetery that fateful night that both spared their lives and simultaneously ripped everything from them. It was that bond that caused the three to try and put out a fire that was never meant to go out, to watched the bodies of dead family members, dead coven members before homes collapsed and they were consumed entirely, rendered to ash and memory. And it was this bond that seemed to break– to snap in the face of such loss.

Were they survivors? Or victims?

Whatever they were– one thing was true. The three remaining members of the Mercier coven were lost. They were broken. And that’s ultimately what pulled them away from each other. Marie was falling apart and Graham was doing his best to keep her from breaking, same with Lenore but it seemed as though Lenny had other ideas. When the three split ways, Graham and Marie together and Lenny on her own, Graham knew it was a bad decision, knew they should’ve stayed together but two days later when he went back to where they’d split, to where he thought Lenny would be but she was gone. It felt like betrayal but not one he could dwell on.

He and Marie had a mission in mind– they needed to find those who’d taken everything from them, with or without Lenny, before the trail went cold and so they did the first thing angry, hurting, lost individuals often did; went headfirst into a fight they couldn’t hope to win. It took only three weeks before Graham was on his own. He and Marie weren’t a match for the members of the other coven and it cost her her life.

The moment she died, Graham felt as something snap inside of him– literally, something tear away from him and sever in the most painful way, leaving him gasping as their bond was cut, ripped from him. And days after, he felt the same exact pain when, wherever she was, Lenny severed the last link between them as well with a cloaking spell. It didn’t stop Graham from trying to find her, though, carrying Marie’s ashes with him in hopes they could honor her together before realizing it wasn’t going to happen. She was gone and so he had to do this on his own. Spreading his best friend’s ashes before starting on a journey that would take him years. He was determined to face the witches who’d taken everything from him and would do whatever he could to take them down.

His leads led him all over– mostly the states but parts of Canada as well and one particular lead around two years ago led him to a small pack of wolves outside Montreal. He was able to kill most of them but was viciously bitten by another, leaving the warlock to suffer the bite’s side effects– the sickness, the hallucinations, the pain of the change without the actual change, his magic protecting him. It was in this state that he was found by a one Shelby Fontaine, a witch who, as fate would have it, happened to be studying medicine. And she was the one who was with Graham in the worst of the sickness, through the agonizing pain of his body and magic rejecting the curse trying to overwhelm him, the hallucinations of his family, of Marie and Lenny and his sister. She used medicine and what magic she could to nurse him back to health.

Perhaps Graham might’ve felt differently about her help had he known her family name but for what it was worth, she was the person who helped him and when they parted ways after he was back to full health, he knew he was in her debt. From there, he kept searching, finding anyone with answers or who knew anyone with answers, prying it out of them by whatever means. He managed to tick off a small number of the coven members who’d strayed too far from the pack but it was never enough; they’d taken it all from him, every single person and even those who’d survived were gone as he’d long since been prepared to find Lenny’s body whenever he caught wind of a deceased or killed lone witch.

For the past year he’d returned to the states, growing increasingly aimless in the way only a man who’d been lost for years could be. Who’d never admit to being lost and isolated and on a path that would only lead to death. It was this that prompted him to reignite his search for Lenore, even just to get closure that she was dead– that he wasn’t thinking of a ghost that wasn’t there anymore. Still, there was nothing, like all the other hundreds of times he’d tried. He spent the latter part of 2016 finally returning to a home that had become a graveyard of unconsecrated witches and lost souls never to be found again.

He was tired. His determination and resolve increasingly wavered and he wondered what it was all for? Marie was dead, Lenore probably was, his parents were, his sister, everyone he cared about was. Graham was isolated. He was a wanderer. His home was gone. He was in a place darker than he’d been and for someone born into blackness, it was a foreign feeling. It might have ended there, he might have given up but decided to try the spell once more. The locator spell that availed nothing for years, a last ditch attempt to find someone who was probably long gone by now. But then it was like someone had finally flipped a switch that had been off for half a decade and he could sense the last remaining member of his coven. Whether her being alive was false hope, a twisted trick or the truth, it didn’t matter because Graham left Louisiana that day and headed for Red Creek.

HEADCANONS:

Graham couldn’t consecrate Marie when she died since they were so far from home. Instead he carried her ashes with him for weeks, hoping that he’d find Lenore in that time and they could honor their best friend together. But he never found Lenny. After too many weeks he finally scattered Marie’s ashes in an area he knew lone witches traversed through, knowing that’s what she’d have wanted– to avail her magic and spirit to the disillusioned and disenfranchised, to the lost and the isolated– to the outcasts. To people like them.

He has little to nothing left of his family or coven but one of his most precious possessions is his father’s signet ring. The ring has magic imbued in it, passed down for generations with magic from his ancestors.

His second most important possession is the pendant Marie wore with the Leblanc family crest. Much like his father’s ring, it too is imbued with generational magic from her bloodline that he’s not dared to even think of using.

Both objects are spelled so only he can remove them.

A few years back Graham encountered an imp with a penchant for bargaining for rare objects. The witch needed a favor and he had enough to pay Callum Rook to get the job done. However, after their initial deal, he became aware of the ring and pendant Graham carried and attempted to take the powerful objects for himself. Needless to say it didn’t go over well and the two’s temporary deal was no more.

He has a black bird tattooed over his heart for his sister, Evelyn.

Fire makes him flinch for but a moment before he’ll get as close to the source as possible, almost as if twistedly daring it to touch him– to do what it did to his family and coven and consume him. But then it’s as though the bird on his chest flutters– his conscience forcing him away from self destruction and toward the one goal he’s had since his life burned to the ground: revenge.

At one point he was attempting a sacrificial spell about to kill a young werewolf when Vaughn Wilde and his partner stopped him and while Graham got away, if he were to ever cross paths with that hunter again, it most likely wouldn’t be pleasant.

Graham has significant scarring on his left shoulder from the werewolf attack, from the socket to right before his neck.

CHARACTER OCCUPATION: unemployed for now.

#accepted #acceptedapp #graham harper #admin flynn #submission

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ACCEPTED!

Hey, is that MATT LANTER? Oh no, it’s GREYSON “GREY” ROBERTS. I hear he is TWENTY-EIGHT and he can be CHARMING and LOYAL but can also be BLUNT and DISTANT. Not to mention they are a HUMAN. (Ty/20/Est)

(Jaxon Dubois connection~~~) (tw: death, tw: abuse)

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: Greyson didn’t have an easy childhood. Things were good up until he was seven and his father was killed in an auto accident. Things went downhill after that. His mother began drinking and bringing home boyfriends that treated Greyson like he wasn’t even there. When he was twelve, his mother remarried a man who was physically and verbally abusive to the both of them. He spent two years getting beaten and trying to find help, but to no avail. So weeks later, after healing from a cracked rib and a punctured lung at the hands of his step-father, Greyson was pulled from his home and went to live with his grandparents. Once moved into a more loving, more safe environment, he’s been loving the freedom. There he flourished, finding his love for books and writing, using them as a coping mechanism for the past throughout his high school career.

Despite not having a lot of money, his grandparents sent him off to college when the time came, where he spent the next four years studying writing and communications. His final year, he met a sophomore guy named Jaxon who caught his eye, and since that day he did everything he could to get to know him. He flirted as carefully as he could, showed up out of the blue when it seemed appropriate, and somewhere in between all of that nonsense, they started a relationship that Greyson thought would last a life time. But sadly, though the signs were there two and a half years later, he didn’t want to believe they were falling apart from each other even though Jaxon began to distance himself. Then he listened to the voicemail that ultimately ended the relationship between, fighting every part of him that wanted to chase after the man who he thought he’d spend the rest of his life with.

Since the breakup, Greyson has been living his life the best he can despite the feeling of something missing from it. His profession brought him to the town of Red Creek after reading all the news articles revolving around the place and all it’s mysteriousness where he landed a job as a Journalist for the Mediaworks; unknowing who resided in town.

HEADCANONS:

Always has a book in his hands and when he doesn’t, it’s his trusty pen and notebook in hopes of getting the next big scoop.

If he were to ever run into the man who got away again one day, he has one simple question; why?

Will practically do anything to get a story no matter how dangerous it might be.

CHARACTER OCCUPATION: Journalist

#accepted #acceptedapp #greyson roberts #admin flynn #submission

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ACCEPTED!

Hey, is that PENELOPE MITCHELL? Oh no, it’s LAILA RENAUD. I hear she is TWENTY-SIX and she can be BRAVE and LOYAL but can also be AGGRESSIVE and INTRUSIVE. Not to mention they are a WEREWOLF. (Sam/21/EST)

TW: Violence/Murder

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:

Their father was a crooked French Canadian. This story starts with a man who had a strong chin but weak morals, a gentleman who wasn’t gentle at all— save for when he grinned at you from behind a half filled glass of whiskey. Patrice Renaud had very little doing in his children’s upbringing, save for the firm hand that he had the habit of slamming onto the table when it came to following his rules. Their mother, a wisp of a woman, swallowed up in obedience and duties; loved him wholly, (or so she promised) regardless of how she threw him out once a month, locking the door behind. Laila was always her father’s child, a girl who grinned with all teeth, who clutched at the world as though it was all going to be taken away. Their lives were beautiful, tucked into a small home in Gatineau; every sunny day was linked to the next with the sweet hum of a French lullaby and the passing of terribly starry night.

Three girls outgrew that home, none like the other. Laila, the oldest, tumbled into each room with skinned knees and tangled hair, brandishing sticks as swords. There was a ferocity that burned in her tiny chest like flame, only death could snatch away her spirit and she would fight until every child in the playground had received a wallop from her makeshift weapon. Spirited, they’d call her, her father perhaps loved her best; whispering words by the tiny shell of her ear, calling her a warrior, his legacy. These are the memories that she has forgotten, replaced by violence, raw and unmarred, always trailed by empty amber bottles leading to her mother’s room. Laila hated her for her smallness, her inability to snap back— her anger at attempts to intervene; as she grew older her love for her mother was twined so deeply with her distaste that the walls of that small home shrunk further down, suffocating her. When the girl was 19, she moved out.

She didn’t go far, a stone’s throw away where her bitterness welled deeper, darkening her heart. Anger seemed to follow Laila, snapping at her heels and prodding at her sensitive spots. Her sisters found the lighter spots in her, reminded her how to laugh, but as time passed she tried to leave them behind as well, curving invitations with shitty excuses, sending birthday cards shoved full with cash she didn’t have instead of visiting. Perhaps they would have been alright if things had stayed this way. Four years working in a gas station at the edge of town had her worn down, she felt grubby— a waste as her younger sisters went on to seize the world around them, to reach beyond the bars that Gatineau placed around them. That year, she accepted the invitation to the family’s last Thanksgiving celebration.

Most of the night is a blur, rubbed out of Laila’s memory like a bad dream, time carries away the worst parts of it. She remembers it in flashes; the gore that trailed from the kitchen, splattering up the tiles and over the feast that had been prepared, the misshapen prints that lead into the yard and the shining, silvery remains of yesterday’s full moon. The creature that stood over the shrieking remains of her mother was less human than it was beast, but it didn’t belong wholly to either; with the shot gun that was always stowed by the screen door, Laila put a bullet into the beast. The shot missed, the streak of silver squaring her mother in the chest– silencing the yard with a deafening explosion. Her second time pulling the trigger was more lucky, lodging deep in the dark fur and sending it careening for the earth.

A month passed, her father had disappeared, her mother was declared dead at the scene. The eldest Renaud took up her place as head of the household, running it as smoothly as she could with slapped together peanut butter sandwiches and apple juice. It was the point in November when the frost killed grass and the leaves were starting to wither, the moon took it’s perch in the top of that starry sky and shrugged off it’s cloud cover. Every bone in Laila’s body broke, her heart shuddered to a stop; the last of her screams were finished with a horrible howl. Her sister, Adelynn rushed in, terrified as they saw the last of their eldest sister, twitching to life as a terrible dark beast. She lashed out, an instinct (she’d claim), teeth sinking into the younger girl’s shoulder.

A sisterhood of werewolves was born that night. From bloodshed rose the beasts, gnashing teeth and curved claws, they gouged marks the hard packed earth around their home. They knew no rules, followed no laws. The two people that had any footing in the world that they now belonged to had been buried; their baby sister awoke hours later— unmarred and alone. A month later, she too, buried two empty coffins. Gatineau was no longer safe for the young wolves, not when their striking features were so recognizable. Like those bearing the devil’s mark, they began their nomadic mark towards a place to call home. It was Adie who discovered Red Creek, their travels westward had hit the small town and that was when they caught the trail of something that wasn’t rabbit or deer. A scent, entirely like their own— they followed it into a pub in town and since that fateful drink, they’ve stayed.

Laila holds an incredible amount of intrigue towards the supernatural, she hungers for answers. No amount of shitty DVD rentals growing up was enough to prepare her for a world like Red Creek and while Adelynn may regard her as a monster, the older of the two is determined to find out exactly what kind of monster she is.

HEADCANONS:

Finding a job at Talbot Enterprises was no easy feat, but for reasons beyond her, it was incredibly important to obtain. She finds herself drawn to the Talbot family, though she has little idea as to why. Her position was hard to wiggle into, especially considering in every form of identification she has, she’s technically a dead person, but she answers the phones and makes copies regardless; plastering on a smile for her employer’s sake.

Laila’s ignorance towards the supernatural is something that frustrates her, mostly because she refuses to live in fear. She’s friendly, but in the sort of way that a private detective is; never genuine, always to get answers.

Of all the colours of the rainbow, yellow is her favourite. A strange vibrant hue to be her favourite, but she surrounds herself in it, painting the walls of her room and filling vases with cut daffodils when there’s enough money to spare on the blooms.

She mourns her father, in a way that one does any other monster— silently and hidden away. He loved her best and for this, despite his horrible crimes, she loved him back. It’s her deepest desire to be favoured above all, a feeling that Laila is certain would frighten her if she felt again.

CHARACTER OCCUPATION: Receptionist at Talbot Enterprises

#accepted #acceptedapp #laila renaud #admin flynn #submission

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ACCEPTED!

Hey, is that RILEY VOELKEL? Oh no, it’s DAPHNE FOURNIER ADELYNN RENAUD. I hear she is TWENTY-FIVE and she can be OPEN-MINDED and KIND but can also be SECRETIVE and SELF-RIGHTEOUS. Not to mention they are a WEREWOLF. (Shera/23/EST)

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:

Neither the youngest nor the oldest of the three Renaud children, Adelynn often got overlooked growing up. Her older sister was the trouble-maker and her younger one was the baby of the family, both taking an awful lot of their parents attention away from her. Adelynn was just the silent daughter that stayed in her room all day, reading books and watching TV. For the most part, that never bothered her; she was happy to avoid the spotlight.

Although she would hide in her room and pretend everything was okay, she never missed the shouts, the slamming, and the screams that came from downstairs every time their dad had a particularly bad night. It often left her mother in tears and Adelynn was always too afraid to leave her room and comfort her mother in her time of need. She hated confrontation and some part of her believed it was easier just to ignore the problem and hope it went away. What could she do anyway? She was powerless.

However, life wouldn’t let her ignore her problems without a fight.

In one night, Adelynn had lost both her parents in the most gruesome way imaginable. She had lived her entire life ignoring the imperfections of her life but that night broke through her walls; her family was fucked up and no amount of willful blindness would change that. Still, that didn’t mean Adelynn couldn’t try. She didn’t feed the rumours or acknowledge that her life had changed forever. She buried her head into her books and studied, pursuing her goals as if nothing had happened. She refused to break, if only to spare herself from having to feel.

Just when she thought the worst of it was over, her sister had bitten her. She could no longer ignore her reality (the bone-breaking pain making that a fact). Her life, as she knew it, was over. For the safety of their youngest sister, they had to leave her behind and start a new life. Adelynn Renaud, for all intents and purposes was dead, and all her achievements were for naught. Knowing that Adelynn valued her career, her sister had gifted her with a new identity, Daphné Fournier, that allowed her to continue to pursue her passion. Adelynn had to sacrifice everything she knew and loved because of Laila’s mistake and despite her sister’s best efforts to make it up to her, she wasn’t sure she could ever forgive her.

HEADCANONS:

Adelynn hides the fact that she’s a werewolf and barely whispers it to herself, let alone others. She doesn’t bask in living the supernatural life and prefers to pretend that side of her didn’t exist.

Despite her soft-spoken nature, she is a force to be reckoned with in the courtroom. Armed with a passionate need to pursue justice and an equally passionate need to avoid her life, she throws herself into her work.

Adelynn is fiercely loyal to her sister but their relationship had always been distant at best.

CHARACTER OCCUPATION: Lawyer (Crown Attorney) at the Police Department

#accepted #acceptedapp #daphne fournier #admin flynn #submission

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Rhysand Terrella

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ERIS MORENO (EIZA GONZALEZ FC) would like a CLOSE FRIEND/HEAD OF HER PRIVATE SECURITY with a D.J. COTRONA preferred, UTP faceclaim. They are around the age of 35-39 and also a UTP.

#dj cotrona fc #supernatural rp #new connection #wanted connection #town rp

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ACCEPTED!

Hey, is that CASEY DEIDRICK? Oh no, it’s RHYSAND “RHYS’ TERRELLA. I hear he is TWENTY EIGHT YEARS OLD/900 and he can be CHARISMATIC and CREATIVE but can also be DEVIOUS and COMPLEX. Not to mention they are a IMP. (Flyyyyyyyyyyyyn)

Rhysand Terrella was born to an imp father and an apparently loving mother — which he’d never come to know as she died during childbirth, never to be seen again. While his life started out with the death of a loved one, it was necessary in giving him his half sister who arrived a mere three years later. The death of his mother has and will always continue to be seen as the best thing that ever happened, something that he used to tell his father constantly while growing to care for his now step-mother and adoring the child she bore; his half sister who continues to be the other half of him. Growing up in a small village in Italy, it was clear the raven haired male took to his imp nature as he forever sought out ways to prank the locals and test out his abilities that seemed to grow with his age. It was in his teens that acting or perhaps simply pretending seemed to take a strong hold on the eldest Terrella, who would often take on various roles in the face of people who didn’t know who he truly was, finding these pastimes to be the highlight of his days, especially when Tatiana started to join him on his small adventures, both finding great amusement with how they chose to spend their time. Their imp nature only seemed to grow as the years waned on, and Rhysand quickly discovered that his light-footed ways would grant him access to most places where other’s wouldn’t dare, allowing for their pretending ways to play a massive part in how they both decided to live their lives. Tatiana would often seduce her way into the bed of powerful men while Rhysand would take on the role of the humble servant, allowing him to sneak where ever he pleased in order for the siblings to get what they wanted from that current position before moving on. The gift of immortality gave the siblings the perfect opportunity to perfect their craft without having to worry about their decaying human bodies. While their father chose to remain mortal, Rhys and Tully didn’t back down from the challenge that came from earning their immortality which seemed to fuel their desire in living their life to the fullest without making any apologies in their wake. Rhysand continued to dive deeper into his imp abilities, finding that he had quite a love of plants and all the power that they truly held and while the imp explored their healing nature and the natural remedies that could be made, he soon started leaning towards the toxins they produced; it was because of this that his love for poisons increased. Years passed, as did the centuries and slowly but surely the siblings continued to stay in the character’s they pretended to be (often pretending to be simple humans) even going as far as staying in those roles for years on end, forgetting their true selves even when alone with one another. Slipping in and out of characters effortlessly for so long could be mistaken for a mild split personality disorder at times despite both siblings having such a hold on the lifestyle that they have willingly lived for nine hundred years. It is because of their acting ways however, that Rhysand has lost his true self and can often fall for his own manipulative ways —- is reality the one they’re living or the one they’ve both constructed? For anyone that doesn’t truly know who he is, his name is Rhys and nothing more. While this alter ego is used on mortals (along with the fake life that he lives to a tee) he often continues to be Rhys even to the supernatural friends/enemies/lovers —- only choosing to reveal his true nature and name to those he believes he can actually trust. Until that time arrives, the imp is Rhys to everyone — a mere mortal man and if it’s revealed he is indeed an imp; he pretends to of the nature loving, healing variety. There is no scenario in which he doesn’t find what he does entertaining or amusing and often considers himself a twisted Robin Hood because for some reason stealing from people who barely have anything to their name seems more rewarding. While having visited Red Creek on and off over the centuries, the siblings have found themselves in town for the past three months, living their human lives while observing all the major players that have all gathered in the small and very famous town that was built on bloodshed. Some familiar faces have been noticed and yet its the allure of the chaos of Red Creek that has Rhysand chomping at the bit. The world is a stage, isn’t that what they say?

HEADCANONS:

1: Rhysand has no preference when it comes to other people’s sexuality. Male, female, it doesn’t matter. 2: Will never be seen without the silver moon bracelet that he wears – a token from he and Tully’s first adventure into the world of thievery. 3: If he had to proclaim a profession, he’d consider himself a thief above all other things. 4: Likes to live in the woods, among the plants. This is also for privacy. 5: Because imps can throw their voices, he spent centuries learning how to change his voice and mimic the one’s around him. 6: Has a naturally flirty personality and while he uses this to his advantage, he enjoys the quiet moments over a drink or two, flirting with people that catch his eye.

CHARACTER OCCUPATION: Paramedic.

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ACCEPTED!

Hey, is that TOM ELLIS? Oh no, it’s CHRISTIAN SHAW. I hear he is THIRTY-SEVEN and he can be WITTY and DETERMINED but can also be TEMPERAMENTAL and CUNNING. Not to mention they are a PHOENIX. (Mel/21/EST)

Christian’s childhood wasn’t exactly what you would call happy. He grew up in Baltimore, in a poor neighborhood. He grew up with only his mother in his life. Christian’s father was never around, and when he was, he wasn’t kind. He was abusive, verbally and physically, to both Christian and his mother. When he was a child, it made him feel helpless, like he couldn’t do anything to protect his mother. But that changed as he got older. He developed a short temper, just like his father’s, and began to protect his mother from his abusive father fiercely, to the point where they exchanged blows more than once. It didn’t stop his father from showing up, but the times when he popped up became less and less frequent as Christian’s bravery and strength grew as he got older.

Coming from a low financial status, people tried to convince Christian that he had no prospects or future, especially his father. It made him determined to prove them wrong. He worked hard in school to do his absolute best. He tried to get a scholarship to the University of Maryland, but he didn’t quite cut it, so he ended up going to a local community college, getting an associate’s degree, and after that, he decided to become a cop. It was pretty much everything that his father hated, which was the biggest motivation for him doing it, if he was being honest with himself.

Finding out he was a phoenix was quite the experience. For anyone familiar with phoenixes, rare as they are, they may think Christian finding out about being a phoenix came from the dangers of his job, but they would be wrong. It wasn’t his job. It was his father.

Like he had done before, Christian’s father once again showed up in his mother’s life, and Christian wasn’t having any of it. When Christian encountered his father, and it didn’t go well. It was accidental, though he didn’t actually know if he believed that because it was true, or because a part of him deep down wants to believe that his father wouldn’t want to actually kill him. He got pushed, hit his head hard, and he didn’t wake back up. At least, not until a day later.

The only person who believed him about what had happened to him, or what he thought had happened to him, was his mother. She helped him regain his memories. But a few years before his untimely death and unexplainable resurrection, his mother was diagnosed with cancer. He started to take care of her as her health began to decline, and sadly, she passed away. After her death, Christian couldn’t stay in Baltimore. There was nothing there for him, and he definitely didn’t want to stick around for his father to find out that he was alive, so he left.

When he left, he didn’t plan on leaving the country. He didn’t really have a plan. He ended up in Canada, and though he doesn’t really understand why, he felt drawn to the small town of Red Creek, or at least, smaller than what he was used to. Christian still has no idea what he is, or what truly happened to him. He wants to know what happened, but he’s also afraid of what it will mean.

HEADCANONS:

Before his first rebirth, Christian had been in a very serious relationship, which surprised most people who knew him for he usually had short lived flings and tended to be quite a flirt. In fact, he had been planning to propose to her. But after everything that happened, he ended the relationship. Coming back to life made everything in his life so much more complicated, and he barely knew how to deal with it himself. He didn’t want to force her to deal with it too. He still has the ring.

He once had interest in going into forensics when he was younger, and while it still intrigues him, he’s much more action-oriented and wanted to be out on the field, not in a lab.

When he left Baltimore, he didn’t take much with him. One of the only personal items he kept is a necklace with a small and simple silver cross on it that once belonged to his mother.

CHARACTER OCCUPATION: Cop

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