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okay judgemental free zone here because I'm genuinely curious: how much of supernatural have y'all ACTUALLY watched

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I re-vamped Elena!

Elena Hansen

Face Claim: Thea Sofie Loch Næss

Name: Elena Hansen - Name Change May Occur.

Age: 25

Birthday: September 23rd, 2013

Female

Sexual Orientation: Heteroflexible

Profession: previously Officer, Current: Detective

Physical Traits

Hair: blonde, mid-torso

Eyes: very light blue, almost gray.

Scars: multiple gunshot scars on torso, small cut mark across her neck (verse specific), burn marks from matches on neck and arm (verse specific), cut marks scattered on her body. Some minor burn scars on her wrists and ankles.

Tattoos: time & verse dependent: ᛇ on her left wrist.

Height: 5′6″

Build: medium, pretty built due to her job requirements

Usual Hair Style: down, sometimes braided, often in a pony tail or bun due to constantly being active

Usual Clothing: ripped jeans, a graphic tee, and boots. Always wearing bracelets, but never rings or necklaces

Psychology

Aspirations: Die of old age. Save as many people as possible on the way there. If not - at least save herself.

Positive Traits: | honest |  trustworthy  | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient |  selfless  | ambitious | tolerant |  lucky | intelligent | confident | focused |  humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful  |  optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm |

Negative Traits: | brutally honest | moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | dishonest | possessive | paranoid  | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | scared |

Turn Ons: selflessness, individuality, intelligence, curiousity + self-preservation

Favorite

Month: August

Season: Autumn

Place: the precinct or “that one coffee shop on Farmer street”

Weather: sun with some clouds during Summer. snowing when it’s winter. cloudy when it’s autumn

Sounds: happiness/laughter, gunshots (only when she’s in the shooting range), lover’s voice

Scents: rain, wood. coffee.

Tastes: savory

Animals: deer. cats & dogs. she also holds a strong love for ferrets and rabbits.

Colors: yellow, and dark blue.

Extra Facts: family were abusive drug addicts and alcoholics. ran away at 14, lived on the streets until she was 16 and was taken in by a nice old lady and her caretaker android, Jun. ex-fiance, Eric, died in a house fire when they were 22. intense fear of fire because of the experience (could be attributed to PTSD from the event, but she’s not been professionally diagnosed. She fears a diagnosis could cost her her job, and her job is the most important thing to her.) any verse where she doesn’t get with another muse, she ends up with a firefighter (ironic, i know) named Max.

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“Yea,” Cody hummed, “Once he got his wits ‘bout him, he was pretty wise.” It was quiet as Cody listened to Bellamy speak. He nodded a few times, but he was mostly focused on fixing the violin. The sounds of the grit against the wood was simultaneously the best and worst sound he had ever heard, ignoring the tingles it sent up his spine to hear it. “Ma believes tha’ too. Always did. Made a lot o’ things confusin’ when I was young, but now tha’ I’m older, I can make those connections.”

He stopped sanding for a second, a tiny laugh making its way out. “It’s funny how life works sometimes. I don’ think I would know ‘alf the people in my life if it weren’ for how my relationship with my parents was.”

A panicked young man wanders into the shop, blue eyes widened in anxious fear as he scrambles across the store towards the woodworking tools with a bundle clutched tight to his chest. -Bellamy <3

// @sharkface-ooh-ha-ha "Whoa-" Cody watches the man as he crosses the shop, the sound of the door bell ringing by the time he had made it halfway across. He was clearly panicked from the way he moved. Cody frowned, moving from behind the counter towards him. "Excuse me, are you alright? Can I help you wit' anythin'?"

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“Oh!” Sunmi paused, thinking for a second. “Here, put it down on the floor for a second so I can look through it.” She moved out of the way so he could come inside, watching as he placed the box down in her hallway. “I know the hospital won’t take clothes because it can hold onto stuff, but if there’s books, games, they can use those in the childcare center.” She picked up a shirt, glancing at it and smiling at the pun on it with a fondness in her eyes. “I know they’ll take blankets though; the process for cleaning them is different than it would be for clothes.”

"Hey, Sunmi? You home?" Charlie stood outside her front door, a box in his hands that made it difficult to try knocking. He gently kicked the bottom of the door with his foot and stepped back to wait, hoping she didn't mind him stopping by with no notice.

Sunmi glanced towards the door, her mood brightening immediately. She put down her book, clambering over the back of her couch to open the door for him. “Yeah,” she called, reaching the door and pulling it open. She held the door open further upon seeing the box in his arms, though she didn’t know what was in it considering she just barely reached the top of the box at her height. “What’s with the box?”

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“I think... with mos’ people, they don’t deserve what happens to them in their lifetimes,” he whispered, rolling backwards with the chair to grab the wood from the wall; small fragments left over from previous projects and the perfect size for the crack in the violin.

“It’s part o’ why happiness is the biggest goal for some. It’s mos’ly fleeting, but to hol’ onto it is anoth’r task all together,” he said, lining things up, pressing things down, and sanding it once again. “My da’ knew tha’. I’m glad tha’ he got what he wanted at the end, though.”

A panicked young man wanders into the shop, blue eyes widened in anxious fear as he scrambles across the store towards the woodworking tools with a bundle clutched tight to his chest. -Bellamy <3

// @sharkface-ooh-ha-ha "Whoa-" Cody watches the man as he crosses the shop, the sound of the door bell ringing by the time he had made it halfway across. He was clearly panicked from the way he moved. Cody frowned, moving from behind the counter towards him. "Excuse me, are you alright? Can I help you wit' anythin'?"

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He paused in the middle of cutting the strings; he wasn’t expecting the guy to be a widower. He resumed as soon as he realized he had stopped, working back on gaining access to the crack across the body of the violin. He didn’t particularly like the sound the strings made when he cut them, but he had extra ones in the front of the shop.

“Well, Bellamy Locke, your father-in-law was smart,” he said, sanding down the crack to keep it flat for when he used the wood glue. “But, even bein’ alone, there’s small thing’s to make the blue world a little yellower… Sounds like tha’s music for ye.”

A panicked young man wanders into the shop, blue eyes widened in anxious fear as he scrambles across the store towards the woodworking tools with a bundle clutched tight to his chest. -Bellamy <3

// @sharkface-ooh-ha-ha "Whoa-" Cody watches the man as he crosses the shop, the sound of the door bell ringing by the time he had made it halfway across. He was clearly panicked from the way he moved. Cody frowned, moving from behind the counter towards him. "Excuse me, are you alright? Can I help you wit' anythin'?"

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"Hey, Sunmi? You home?" Charlie stood outside her front door, a box in his hands that made it difficult to try knocking. He gently kicked the bottom of the door with his foot and stepped back to wait, hoping she didn't mind him stopping by with no notice.

Sunmi glanced towards the door, her mood brightening immediately. She put down her book, clambering over the back of her couch to open the door for him. “Yeah,” she called, reaching the door and pulling it open. She held the door open further upon seeing the box in his arms, though she didn’t know what was in it considering she just barely reached the top of the box at her height. “What’s with the box?”

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question 2 my followers: what’s the most obscure piece of media you’ve ever developed a fixation with? not obscure as in “at one point had a reasonably thriving fandom that eventually faded” but something you feel you were almost entirely alone in your appreciation for

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Cody placed everything neatly on the table, glancing at the other to make sure he was okay. “Could ye place the violin on the table?” he said, gesturing to the seat across the table as a sign for the smaller to sit down. “It’d be helpful if ye could tell me specifics. Type of wood, string type, y’know.” Cody sat down on one side of the table, rolling in the chair to scan the types of wood he had sitting behind him on the wall. He grabbed a couple tools, spinning on the chair to place them on the table and pulling the violin closer to him when it gets set down.

“Any stories ye got o’ it would be great too,” he said, looking up at the guy. He never did like working in silence, and he enjoyed stories a lot, so if he could get someone talking… he would listen.

A panicked young man wanders into the shop, blue eyes widened in anxious fear as he scrambles across the store towards the woodworking tools with a bundle clutched tight to his chest. -Bellamy <3

// @sharkface-ooh-ha-ha "Whoa-" Cody watches the man as he crosses the shop, the sound of the door bell ringing by the time he had made it halfway across. He was clearly panicked from the way he moved. Cody frowned, moving from behind the counter towards him. "Excuse me, are you alright? Can I help you wit' anythin'?"

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Cody took a deep breath and settled himself. If he couldn’t fix it in time for the competition, it wasn’t the end of the world for the man, but if there was a chance… He placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, patting once in an effort to comfort. Grounding.. that was a thing wasn’t it?

“I’m gonna try and fix it, so let’s see wha’ I can do, yeah?” He looked up at his shop, glancing at a couple of bins along the walls. He needed those things to do this. Giving people tasks to distract them was a way to calm them down, he knew that much. “Do ye think ye can take the violin to the back room for me? Ye don’t have to move yet if ye don’t want to, but it’ll help it get fixed fast’r.” Giving him back the violin, Cody pointed towards the beaded curtain hanging from the doorframe behind the counter. He moved behind the counter, placing the violin on it and crouching behind it. He was quick to look up what he needed to know, and even quicker to learn it. Grabbing a couple things while he was down there, he stood back up. He was quick to grab the things he needed from the store, and bringing the objects with him to the back table.

A panicked young man wanders into the shop, blue eyes widened in anxious fear as he scrambles across the store towards the woodworking tools with a bundle clutched tight to his chest. -Bellamy <3

// @sharkface-ooh-ha-ha "Whoa-" Cody watches the man as he crosses the shop, the sound of the door bell ringing by the time he had made it halfway across. He was clearly panicked from the way he moved. Cody frowned, moving from behind the counter towards him. "Excuse me, are you alright? Can I help you wit' anythin'?"

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He stared at the violin for a second; at the neck that was dangling from the strings that no longer were taut, the bow, the body of the instrument that looked as though someone had stepped through it. “This was definitely not an accident.” Cody took it in his hands, breathing out very slow as he better assessed the state of the poor instrument. While music wasn’t his thing, he held a strong appreciation for instruments, and their musicians. They usually held great regard for instruments, both theirs and others, but this was clearly some act of revenge or defiance.

“Do ye have another violin ye can use if I can’ get this one fixed in time?” He asked, looking at the man and hoping he’d say yes. He didn’t know if he could fix it in time for the competition, it was so damaged… It would take a trained luthier at least a full day to do if they wanted to get it back to how it was before. And he didn’t have much experience fixing violins.

But he knew he had the tools and equipment, so he wanted to try; even if he had to look up a couple tutorials for it…

A panicked young man wanders into the shop, blue eyes widened in anxious fear as he scrambles across the store towards the woodworking tools with a bundle clutched tight to his chest. -Bellamy <3

// @sharkface-ooh-ha-ha "Whoa-" Cody watches the man as he crosses the shop, the sound of the door bell ringing by the time he had made it halfway across. He was clearly panicked from the way he moved. Cody frowned, moving from behind the counter towards him. "Excuse me, are you alright? Can I help you wit' anythin'?"

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honestly it’s whatever

Sunmi rushed, her coat billowing behind her as the wind passed by her. Her phone was in her hand, her eyes caught on the texts that were on the screen. In all honesty, she was overthinking the texts that her friend had sent her. She worried about him a lot more than he wanted her to, but after everything, how was she supposed to just up and stop worrying, stop remembering to check up on him? She didn’t think she could, honestly. The papers in her other hand rustled as she walked, her attention diverted to the wrong thing considering she walked directly into a person.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” she said, crouching immediately to the ground to pick up the things that were dropped.

“It’s whatever, don’t worry about it,” said the woman, dropping down to help her pick up her papers that were trying very hard to be blown away in the wind. Sunmi looked up and paused. She’d seen this woman more than a couple times before in the hospital hallways, and as a patient.

“You’re that cop,” Sunmi said, immediately covering her mouth. “That was so rude, I’m sorry.” The woman stood up slowly, cautiously, and Sunmi followed her upwards, extending her hand. “My name is Sunmi Kim, I work at the hospital. I think I’ve been your nurse a couple times.”

The woman’s face lit up with recognition. “Oh yeah. I think you have,” she took Sunmi’s hand, shaking firmly. “Elena Deller, nice to officially meet you.”

“I’m so sorry again about running into you,” Sunmi apologized, exchanging mismatched items with her. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No, honestly. It’s whatever. I wasn’t exactly looking out either,” Elena said, waving her off, Sunmi’s eyes catching on the ring on her hand. “Should probably be more careful anyways.”

“Yeah... Your ring is gorgeous,” blurted out Sunmi, staring at it. She’d never seen that design before on a ring, but it was absolutely stunning. Elena instantly brightened up, smiling and lifting her hand to look at her ring. She looked at it with so much bliss in her eyes that it made Sunmi almost jealous.

“Thanks. He did a good job of picking it out, that’s for sure. Was actually on my way to meet him,” Elena said, gesturing in the direction she had been heading and Sunmi had been leaving from. 

“Well, I hope you get there safely, sounds like you’ve got a lot to look forward to.” Sunmi was happy for her, albeit a little sad for herself.  “Oh yeah, definitely. It’s a lot of work, but it’ll be worth it. “I’m definitely gonna be safer on the job from now on.” A quick wave and goodbye and Elena was on her way. Sunmi watched her as she walked off for a minute, before humming to herself and turning back towards the direction of Charlie’s house, as her phone rang. 

She smiled, picking up and assuring the man on the other end that she was almost there.

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A panicked young man wanders into the shop, blue eyes widened in anxious fear as he scrambles across the store towards the woodworking tools with a bundle clutched tight to his chest. -Bellamy <3

// @sharkface-ooh-ha-ha "Whoa-" Cody watches the man as he crosses the shop, the sound of the door bell ringing by the time he had made it halfway across. He was clearly panicked from the way he moved. Cody frowned, moving from behind the counter towards him. "Excuse me, are you alright? Can I help you wit' anythin'?"

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Cody Lancaster

Face Claim: Peter Eggers

Name: Cody Cassidy Lancaster

Age: 28

Birthday: September 14th, 2009

Male

Sexual Orientation: Unlabeled, but if he was forced to pick: Bisexual is the closest label.

Profession: Hardware Shop Owner & tradesman. Blacksmith (any verse in older times)

Physical Traits

Hair: Ginger, shoulder length

Eyes: Like, a brown - hazel color

Scars: A few scattered scars on his hands, some burn marks on his arms. Whipping scars across his back (verse specific)

Tattoos: Two, thick black bars circling his upper right forearm (verse specific)

Height: 6′3

Build: Built, sort of an athletic build. Wider shoulders. 

Usual Hair Style: Half down, top half pulled back to avoid it getting in his eyes when he’s working (it proceeds to do so anyways). Pony-tails.

Usual Clothing: Loose T-shirts, long sleeves rolled up to elbows, well-fitted jeans. no plaid in this man’s wardrobe.

Psychology

Motto: Stay out of trouble, live an honest and comfortable life.

Positive Traits: honest |  trustworthy  | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient |  selfless  | ambitious | tolerant |  lucky | intelligent | confident | focused |  humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful  |  optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm |

Negative Traits: | brutally honest | moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | dishonest | possessive | paranoid  | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | scared |

Turn Ons: Capable. Independent. Can recognize when they need help.

Favorite

Month: September (it’s the weather)

Season: Fall

Place: His workshop & his pottery shed in his backyard

Weather: Around 70 degrees? No wind.

Sounds: Bells, wind through trees, rivers/creeks

Scents: Leather, wood, the sea

Tastes: Beef Stew (from his mom), fresh baked white bread, warm apple cider

Animals: Dogs. Specifically his Irish Setter, Jessi (back in Ireland with his mom), and his dog that lives with him; a Great Dane/Mastiff mix named Felix.

Colors: Green, orange, soft yellows

Extra Facts: Moved to America when he was 22. Parents are divorced. Inherited the workshop from the previous owner who considered Cody like a son to him.

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I miss having threads :’)

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