EAMON OâSULLIVAN
itâs just beautiful here, donât you think? itâs grey and miserable, just like ireland, so in a way, it feels like home already. eamonâs about to come out with something light to that effect when he turns and his world fucking stops. the man in front of him is breathtaking â if eamon had to breathe, that is. heâs almost marble, but no, thatâs not quite right, because thereâs nothing cold and unfriendly about him. he has eyes the colour of liquid amber, eamon recognises that immediately. knows his own eyes are similar. knows that theyâre alike in some ways, but in others, theyâre the opposite. this man was beyond words, there were not enough that eamon had learned in his entire existence. none would come close. he can feel something, a shift in the atmosphere, the way the flowers whispered. itâs different now. was this what it was like? he had watched other members of his coven, his family, find their mate, find their one. but heâd never dreamed this was how it felt. âitâs more or less the same where iâm from,â he responds after a moment, realising heâs probably been silent for too long. flowers, long since buried, fight their way through the thick blanket of white snow. a single violet.Â
eli turns to look at the person beside him and heâs positive the world slows down to nothing. all that is there is him, this man. heâs gorgeous -- brown hair and the similar gold eyes. his face is perfect, elias has never met anyone who has ever been as beautiful as the boy in front of him. his eyes flash PURPLE as the emotion hits him -- this is it. what heâd been waiting for, that moment so many people have. and suddenly the sun is bright and the rainbow is there. itâs been so long that he lost control of his emotions but standing here feeling like thereâs a magnetic pull between him and this man is what does it. his hands twitch to reach out and touch, to claim what should have always been his. âwhoopsie daisy,â he whispered, his eyes still staring at the brunette in front of him, he could feel the sun on him he knew heâd been the cause -- his eyes flashed white, and the snowy weather went back to normal. heâd had such a different experience in other covens where he never met a soulmate -- never met someone over his 400+ years on this planet. heâd been so lonely for so long, in an unexplainable kind of way. itâs automatic though -- this thing pulling him so deeply to the other. âireland,â itâs not a question when he says it, he knows that accent. he hopes this isnât out of place, but he canât help it has to say it and itâs out before he can even try to stop himself, âyou --â he hesitates, âyouâve kept me waiting quite a while,â and then he sees the pop of colour coming through the snow. he looks down at it with a smile, âare you magic?â he asks in a dreamy voice, heâs never met anyone who can grow plants.Â
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CORDELIA SWAN
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Ęá´ ĘĘɪɴɢ if she said, she was not cold. washington was always cold, but this was miserable for her. cordelia was wearing maybe five layers and a pair of leggings under her jeans. was she over dramatic? yes. the personâs comment beside her, created a dumbfounded look on her face, â are you being serious? itâs freezing. â his next comment answered her questions, nodding her head, her nosey behavior got the best of her. â where you from? â
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á´Ąá´Ęęąá´,â he admits as he turns to look her up and down, he shrugs softly. âoriginally or currently?â eli asks as if the english accent wasnât a hint. âi live in alaska, i was born in england.â he answers for her -- the girl in front of him looks warm, as if sheâs dressed in lots of layers and he wonders if itâs too little -- his simple knit sweater and jeans. maybe he needs to look like these humans. heâs used to dressing for humans with living in alaska but he seemed to have underestimated the weather in forks.Â
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PAUL LAHOTE
it wasnât often paul traveled through forks but every now and then he needed to get supplies from the hardware store that the one in la push just didnât carry. and here is how he found himself strolling down the streets wearing cutoff jeans and a simple muscle shirt. he knew that he should be a bit smarter and pull a sweater on but at the same time the cold weather didnât bother him, if he were to pull a sweater on heâd get far too warm. it was easier this way. taking in a deep breath as he shifted the bag in his hand he felt the other person getting closer to him, he could feel his nostrils flare at the sickening sweet scent that invaded him. control, samâs not here, gotta keep control. he changed to himself in his mind. he couldnât lose it now. â itâs fine for a small town, not great but not shitty either. â he grumbled wanting nothing more then to make his way back to the beach and far from this thing. â iâm sure there are warmer places then this. â he snipped quietly.
á´ĘÉŞá´ęą ęąá´ÉŞĘá´ęą á´ bit dreamily, he hadnât expected this out of forks. maybe he shouldâve -- but it seemed a bit crazy that of all the places in all the world, thereâd be wolves here. heâs been on this world for so long that itâs not his first time coming across them. âarenât you special?â he murmurs soft under his breath. his nose scrunches softly though, âi forgot how potent you all could be,â itâs still a mumble but nods at the others comment, âi come from a small place too,â he agrees, the wolves tone doesnât stop his happy tone of voice. even though he can see the rage clearly on his face. âof course, thereâs many warm places...but sometimes you can create your own warmth.â his eyes flash a bright sunshine YELLOW, and the sun starts to drift into focus but he doesnât allow it to come completely out -- keeps it behind the clouds so he doesnât have to rush off.Â
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elias walks through the town square, butterscotch eyes sliding from person to person -- store to store. a hand slides through his curls, looking up towards the sky as the rain falls. âitâs just beautiful here, donât you think?â he asks the person closes to him -- it doesnât matter if he knows them or not. itâs always been in his nature to talk to whoever is around, especially since he joined the denali coven and finally found a family. heâs happier now, at ease in a different way. not to mention his age gives him a certain confidence in the way that he doesnât expect people to reject him -- it doesnât happen very often. âmy home is a bit colder than here, itâs nice to be somewhere warmer.â he doesnât actually notice the temperature, but it seems like something most people react well too.
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⥠twenty-one / four hundred and twenty four, cis male, harry styles ;; what was âelias fraserâ doing coming out of the forest? wonder if âhe / himâ have anything to do with whatever is going on around here.  oh, so they are âin the denali covenâ. oh well letâs see how long they last, i guess ( emily, twenty-four, est, she/her/they/them ) // special ability: weather manipulation
hi my names emily! and hereâs my BOI!Â
meet elias ELIÂ fraser, originally born in december of 1582, and was changed in 1602 at age 21.Â
to be completely honest, eli remembers being changed and thatâs about it.Â
but to back up his life, he was from a rather fancy old english family. his dad was a lord and his mother a lady, but he never fit that life. he was always off to fancy parties -- doing things he shouldnât be and writing.Â
his parents expected so much of him, even arranging a marriage for him when he was young -- it didnât really matter though as he didnât stop living how he wanted tooÂ
one night he was out partying and woke up getting attacked by multiple people -- a coven had taken him and were feeding on him.Â
heâd been drained almost completely empty and they even disposed of his body, his parents buried him quickly -- trying to hide the shame
he woke up screaming and thirsty in a coffin -- he had to dig his way out and was all by himselfÂ
it was hard and he couldnt really help what happened at the start -- being so THIRSTY and controlled by that, and having no one to guide him that he started drinking the first person he stumbled uponÂ
the first fifty years of his life was spent in a nomadic world trying to get a handle on his thirst and power
his power is weather manipulation -- in which he can control the weather in every aspect from making it bright and sunny to snowy the next moment
his power is directly tied into his emotions -- and though heâs spent a lot of years trying to not let his emotions have the control they do win out a lot of the time
when he changes the weather his eyes flash a different colour -- ( sunny = yellow, white = snow, etc etc )Â
at around a hundred years he met the volturi and decided to join up with them for a bit -- he spent around 50 years there before deciding to move on. he was desperate to find something else, jumping from coven to covens in hopes of finding a mate
he kept having to watch people fall in love and ultimately it just kind of reminded him of his own loneliness
later he ran into carlisle cullen who told him about being a vegetarian -- this made him consider a new way of life
he took a brief stint in the olympic coven in which he was taught how to be a vegetarian, but because the olympic coven was mostly couples that loneliness sunk back inÂ
and in that he asked carlisle if he knew anyone else who was practicing the vegetarian way of life -- he found out about the denali coven from carlisle and has been there ever since
he loves his coven now and it just feels right.Â
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