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Iella Helene Devaney

Known Ability: Mesmer

Residence: Pinevale

Immediate Family: Mother (Melrose Devaney), Father (Elias Devaney)

Match Status: 4 lists received, 0 approved. 

Education: Graduated Elite Levels

Nexus: No Longer Required

Pathfinder: Assigned (to the Lost Cities, Forbidden cities; crystals to Loamnore, Ravagog also issued)

Spyball Approval: Yes

Member of the Nobility: Yes

Title: Lady

Noble Assignment: Complicated (Emissary Replacement/promotion for Lord Grady) 

Relationship Status: Complicated

Significant Connections: Unmatchable former lover of Lady Lyda Esbern, replacement for Lord Grady Ruewen

Assigned Bodyguards: None

Backstory typeshit:

Iella Elowyn Devaney was born to a rather influential family. While nowhere near the Vackers, the Devaneys were regarded for almost always manifesting as Empaths and Telepaths and being especially skilled. As a kid, Iella was a rather chaotic child. She’d paint on the walls and be rather rambunctious. As a result, her parents signed her up for dance classes to teach her discipline and grace. These practices practically overcorrected her, making her overly disciplined by the age of twelve. By thirteen, she was teaching her fellow Foxfire peers the dances for the yearly-rituals.

At fourteen, she manifested. Manifesting had always been a big deal in her family, the past seven generations were either Empaths or the occasional Telepath. Her mother was a Telepath and her father was an Empath. The family first suspected that she would be a Telepath, since she had told her mother about terrible headaches, body aches, and nausea. She had even thrown up a couple of times. However, suspicion was quickly dismissed when she started having insomnia, completely unable to sleep. 

Q: What is it you do at ID?

IELLA: ID? We’re just a bunch of misfits they threw into a department and called it a day. 

Q: Could you elaborate? 

IELLA: Yeah. It seems normal, one of your department heads is a lucky Telepath who’s daddy was a Telepath, but then your other two heads are the eccentric mind-controlling self-imposed unmatchable and her ex girlfriend. 

Q: How about the shadows?

IELLA: You mean the Regent…imps? Affrin knows what she did, and despite what he acts like, something isn’t right with Ramir. He’s been…disingenuous. Whether that’s with us or with himself. 

Q: How do you know that?

IELLA: He’s so…obviously manipulative. The proper speech? The gestures? He’s almost too good for this department. 

Q: Allow me to circle back to my first question- what is it you do in your department? 

IELLA: Gather information- or intelligence- to use in negotiations- or diplomacy. To put it cynically, I work in blackmailing. To put in plainly, I clean up the messes the Council makes. I’m not even sure how much I can say about what I do without violating some major laws. 

Q: Why do you think you got this job? 

IELLA: Because I’m very good at threatening people [Bleak laughter]. 

Q: How would you describe your relationship with your ability? 

IELLA: Whatever happened to “hello”? Let me explain it like this. It’s kind of like having a facial blemish. People look and stare and ask you “oh my lord, what’s that on your face?” And you tell them “oh this? I’ve only had this for…sixty years. I can’t sleep or make new friends because of it, and I always live in a constant state of fear and being feared!” Then they ask you “why don’t you just…fix it?” And you tell them that you’ve tried every elixir and antidote and application on the market, but you can’t just rid your ailment. And then you find it. Somewhere that will accept your blemish.

Q: In the metaphor, you mean the Nobility?

IELLA: Yes, I mean the Nobility. So you join this group, this…modelling agency… and you start to realize something. They only care about the blemish. They claim to be inclusive and caring, but only if you have a scar they can exploit. But now it’s too late. You’ve gotten promotions and even replaced someone with a…similar blemish to you… So, now you can’t get out. You’re stuck where you are. You’re finally accepted for the scariest, strangest, surrealist part of yourself,  but what is the cost? It’s been like this for sixty years. I’m tired, I just want someone to accept me for who I am. Not what I can do. 

Q: What can you do?

IELLA: What can I do? Well, I’m not glad you asked. I can…control minds. Bend wills. Subdue people. However you wanna put it. 

Q: When did you find out?

IELLA: It just…happened over the span of a week when I was…god, when I was thirteen. Headaches, nausea, vomiting, the typical scenarios when you manifest. Until day four. Day four is when it all hit the fan. I had a terrible migraine, but something was off. It wasn’t just a migraine. Every part of my body ached, screamed in a pain I had never felt before. How can something be pulsing and stabbing me? Then, I started to realize something. It only surrounded, engulfed me, when I was around others. When I figured this out, I ran up to my room and isolated myself for two days. I had only left to use the bathroom. I didn’t eat for two days, I hadn’t been eating for that week. Everything that went down came right back up, anyways. After those two days, my mom finally checked on me. And the pain came rushing back. The pain I had been able to forget, avoid, pretend didn’t exist, was all back.What happened next was a blur. I closed my eyes and screamed like I was being attacked and then…everything stopped. My breathing slowed. I opened my eyes, and my mom was frozen right there. I didn’t know what really happened until I pushed further. I thought to myself something dumb, like take a step back. And the freaky thing is- she actually did it. That’s when I knew what I was. Something fun about being elf is how quickly rumors spread. When I came back to school the next day, everyone knew. It was like clockwork. I wasn’t the most popular kid in school, but I wasn’t the least. Needless to say, my friends stopped sitting with me at lunch. I sat alone the rest of that year. Everyone who wanted to sit with me were either Telepaths who wanted to “pick my brain,” or fellow outcasts. Outcasts for completely different reasons. They were outcasted for being Talentless, I was outcasted because I was too Talented. 

Q: What’s it like being too Talented? IELLA: Apparently, when you’re good at your job, they make you a Regent and give you paperwork. I was a Regent for decades. Had to prove I was trustworthy. Then, I had to prove it again. And again. When you’re great at your job, you get promoted to Emissary and get the fun missions. 

Q: And what are these “fun” missions? 

IELLA: Did I say fun? I meant dangerous. It’s as I said earlier, I clean up whatever mess the Council makes. On top of that, they bring me in to get answers from…difficult leads. Granted, they had me doing that as a Regent, as well. I was basically an Emissary- without the pay.

Q: Did the pay concern you? 

IELLA: I’m an elf, we get millions of Lusters when we’re born. It’s more of a status and reputation deal. 

Q: Do you care about your status and reputation? 

IELLA: If I cared about my status and reputation, I wouldn’t have cut my parents out completely. 

Q: You cut your parents out?

IELLA: Sure did. It was my Silver Year. I came home to visit. I told my parents about the fields I’d taken up. Needless to say, they didn’t approve.

Q: What did you study? 

IELLA: Does that really matter? All you need to know is that it definitely prepared me for the workplace. 

Q: What else do you believe prepared you for the Nobility?  IELLA: When I was eight, my parents signed me up for dance classes so I wouldn’t “embarrass myself” during the opening ceremonies. I needed something to do. Dance taught me discipline, it made me a lot more controlled. Something that I would eventually need in my life when I manifested five years later. And found myself in the Nobility in twelve.

OHHHHNMY GOD YEAHHHH I LOVE HER. EUGWIH8DJJOFJ88J I loveee the q&a thing... she's so Character......... can I reblog this to my oc sideblog (obv tagged as Not My Ocs)

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esoteric form of roleplay where instead of actually roleplaying you just make up characters together and discuss in abstract how they'd interact and how their story would go

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"You underestimate the love I hold for you, my darling."

MAGIC SCHOOL POST PT2

character - NIKOLAI HYDE 🍷

Nikolai Salvatore Hyde // 126, as of Valentines Day this year // they/he // bisexual

Nikolai is a vampyre, which obviously explains their age. He is Irish/Romanian; they are also a third year in college, and are majoring in phycology and classic literature

Nikolai stands at 195.50 cm, or 6'5. They are a very thin man, with long limbs and pale, beautiful skin. Very dainty waist, too. This is important I promise (not its not.) Nikolai's hair is stark white-blond-and very curly, and shoulder length. Their eyes are a light gray, with cat-like pupils.

Teeth are about what you would expect; sharp premolars and canines, like any other vampyre

They do have piercings, but very few. Just some earrings and a bridge piercing. He doesn't have any tattoos. Yet.

Nikolai's personality is very, VERY dramatic and oftentimes quite broody. They are a rather quiet person, and very blunt, but nonetheless there's so much love in his heart for everyone-though, at times they can be quite manipulative. Mostly on accident, but still. Anyway. Honestly, for most of the story he is WAY too forgiving, they're too kind to the wrong kinds of people.

Such as their darling boyfriend, Damien (by @synostosic, my dear friend)

They don't have many friends, honestly. He mostly only hangs out with his siblings, of which they have 3, and their boyfriend. But, either way, he loves his few friends dearly.

I don't really have any set-in-stone issues for Nikolai, but there is DEFINITELY something wrong with them. Multiple anxiety disorders, OCD, probably depression too. These will be added to.

His likes are relatively simple; wine, his darling little pet rats, blood, books, lavender tea, his family. etc. And, of course, being beautiful (and fashion.)

On the contrary, their dislikes; crowded places, the sun, most werewolves/dogs, loud noises... Being abandoned, too.

TWINK ALERT SOUND THE ALARMS

the playlist :3

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friday 13 you know what that means

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—Sylvia Plath, "Apprehensions"

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Unreliable narrator but they’re not lying to you, they’re just being real fucking stingy with the information

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"My life of permanent solutions..."

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Johnwise O'Neil (He/him) - 44: 9/4/1960 - 5'11" - wavy brown hair, kept short. brown eyes, squarish glasses. solution-oriented and a bit arrogant/manipulative/demanding.

A rather unremarkable child, now a less than personal adult, John spent his adolescence in Ernest's shadow. Best friends turned lovers, turned again to enemies, their relationship has never been described as stable. After Ernest abandoned him to be apprentice to a now deceased Minister Joseph Deacon, John was once again left to his own devices. His own brewing resentment.

Now, with Ernest gone and whole religion to piece back together, he's found that Ernest plans to ruin him once again. This time, from the comfort of the grave. Now that his son, Martin, has found out about his sins, John is in for more than another inconvenience. Having spent his whole life playing catch-up with a man who never once considered him, John won't let Ernest play any more games with his success.

What's dead stays buried. Long enough to rot.

my main antag. his retcons rival scott cawthon. enjoy

art!

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"I win."

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Ernest Strathmore (He/him) - 47: 6/8/1957 - 6'2" - tall, broad, and quick tempered. peppered grey hair to his shoulders, male pattern baldness, brown eyes, short brown facial hair, light skintone. horrible coworker, worse father, somehow even worse friend.

Failed father and husband. He's spent his life living every day like it'll kill him. And it did, in the end. There was a time in his youth where he felt that he understood his path, but it wasn't an optimistic feeling. This led to an infatuation with the previous minister, who promised him a position of power if he swore to turn his attention towards God. Of course, he did as he was asked. Though, his inventor's mind and injured-man's desperation has led him astray. and his inability to conceptualize a kinder reality will bring about the culmination of all his life's work. John's words be damned...

he won't know if it was worth the pain until it does.

now he haunts the narrative, almost literally. his spirit is gone but his influence remains. regular men get graves, loud men get tombs, and whatever he was has earned him a vicarious life of suffering through his son.

and now that's everyone problem.

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"You're looking at me like you've just seen a ghost."

Carillon

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Jamie R. McEntire (They/he/she) - 18 (deceased) - dob n/a - dirty blond hair that they dye a disgusting shade of neon yellow (which persisted after death), hazel eyes, wide set shoulders and an instigator attitude.

They don't really know what happened, so it's best to stop asking. All they know is that they woke up (dead) and they were dead (not alive) and in a forest (cold) many miles from home. Kind of disappointing, but hey, it happens. Sure, they didn't live the most catholic life, but who ever has?

now that he's found a widow to leech energy from, he's feeling a lot better. not literally, but he does have someone to complain to (and about). and as long as he doesn't have to think about his own life, things almost seem to be going pretty good!

she knows the clock is ticking but it isn't clear yet whether it's more of a bomb or a kitchen timer. And until she gets an answer for that, she's not going anywhere. It doesn't matter, it never mattered, and it should still matter after death. so why (why why why why why) is it that she can feel the cords of weaved existence being painfully plucked every time it's said?

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ambiguous implications havent been very funny ever since the incident

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"Dude, you need a flashlight?"

character bio: the sunbird ☀️

Raymond "Ray"/"the Sunbird" Redwood // they/he // 16 (as of august 23rd, 2015) // transmasc & non-binary // bisexual // teen with a superhero secret identity!

5'10"(roughly 178 cm). dark wavy & messy mid-length hair. brown eyes that sometimes glow from an internal source...he wears sunglasses to conceal this. glowing also comes from under skin sometimes, when they blush or whatever...piercings and scraggly facial hair. lazy half-smile much of the time

bit of a stoner, really! unserious and unfocused. very chill & largely pretty lowkey...but they know how to be annoying. loves puns and food and skipping classes. but all that calm exterior...might be hiding something.

a secret teenage superhero with the power to harness sunlight. which largely involves harmless stuff involving light, but it can very quickly become dangerous if he lets it...which is why he tries very hard not to. they learned the hard way.

they smoke weed too much, for sure.

character I made alongside one of my best friends in march of 2024 :) they have a weird gay situationship with that friend's oc

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someone give picture of the anime guy with 3000 bones i want to look at it