@rivalsunraveled sent: i like rules. they bring order to the chaos. -- bruce @ zatanna
she couldn't help the smile that pressed to her lips, focusing instead on undoing the gloves and cuffs of her stage costume before they were folding themselves with the snap of a finger.
' that's why you could never really get along with my father. ' she remembered the more frustrating days of training she'd witnessed more than the good ones. while escape artistry and stage presence were things that weren't strictly magical, they certainly required a little more flexibility than he could muster up.
' ...i just think it's funny you're bringing this up to me of all people. i mean, my work is nothing but chaos. '
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‘ how nice of you to visit me after my show. you didn’t bring flowers, but i can overlook that. ‘ with a wink, the magician set her top hat on her dressing room table, shaking her hair out. ‘ now... are you here to talk or is there something spooky that needs my expertise? ‘
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✽ . ˚ &. 「 DAVIKA HOORNE. THIRTY-TWO. DEMI WOMAN. SHE/THEY. 」 THEODORA “THEO” SINCHAI occupies LEVEL EIGHT: #800. you'll know THE GEMINI is home if you hear lifted by CL blasting through their speakers. the principal ballerina has been living in wisteria for SIX MONTHS. since then they've built a reputation for being nurturing and evasive , typical for THE SOMEWHAT OBSESSED ARTIST.
penned by HECATE ( she/her , pst , 21+ )
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NOTE : theo’s pronouns are she and they so please keep that in mind ! please don’t use only she and only they exclusively . my writing will be using both pronouns !
OVERVIEW .
STATS PAGE .
FULL NAME: theodora sinchai
NICKNAME(S) / ALIASES: theo
DOB: 06/10/1990
AGE: 32
ZODIAC: gemini
GENDER: demi woman
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers, they/them/theirs
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual
LANGUAGES: thai , dutch , english , french , spanish
AESTHETICS: highlighted passages , the smell before the rain , worn out pointe shoes , scattered polaroid pictures , the constant need to excel at your craft , a faint whiff of miss dior , sitting in a cafe with a good book , people watching
CHARACTER PARALLELS: lydia martin ( teen wolf ) , zatanna zatara ( dc comics ) , daphne blake ( scooby doo ) , freya mikaelson ( the originals )
BACKGROUND .
001. theodora sinchai is born in bellevue, washington to chayaphon “atlas” sinchai and rosalind laurent as the eldest of two children.
atlas craved stability. with an established career in finance, he was more than content to eventually settle down. rosalind was flighty. always looking for an adventure. and that’s how she meets atlas.
somehow the two ended up married with kids. maybe money had something to do with it. or it was love. either way, the sinchai family are by no means poor. and neither are the laurents. atlas is able to afford the stability he so desperately wanted for his family. rosalind on the other hand, quickly grew tired of suburban life in bellevue soon after her children were born. she never wanted to be around her children. often looking for excuses to jet off on a trip. growing up around that wasn’t easy. theo is more often than not under the care of their father or paternal grandparents.
002. at age 7, theo’s parents are told that she’s a ballet prodigy. they’ve got promise and it can only get better if they continue their training. and that’s what she decides to do. what does she know? she’s only 7 at the time and thoroughly enjoying ballet class.
things do change a little when her mother starts paying more attention to her. theo isn’t used to it. but it’s also comforting for her mother to want to spend time with them. at age 10, theo auditions for the joffrey ballet school’s new york city ballet summer intensive program. she’s accepted. no surprise there.
003. when her mother hears of this, theo is suddenly spending A LOT more time with her. and very focused on advancing her daughter’s dance career. it’s the most time theo’s spent with their mother in years.
at 15, her parents, namely her father, tells her and her sibling of their divorce. so theo slowly starts to fixate on her dancing. perfecting every move. becoming a soloist. landing the lead in productions. they don’t know it yet, but their mother uses their talent as an accessory. a way to say she “successfully raised” a prodigy.
at 18, she leaves for college. she works her ass of and gets accepted to juilliard for dance. and they’re ecstatic. again, can’t really narrow down why. is it the validation of being accepted into a competitive school for dance, no less? or maybe it’s because theo can finally get away from their mother? also possible.
004. at 22, theo auditions for different ballet companies. the royal ballet. new york city ballet. los angeles ballet. and eventually makes the decision to sign a contract with los angeles. ultimately making the decision to relocate. to no one’s surprise, she thrives. theo slowly moves up the ranks. principal dancer is in her sights. and at 27, it pays off . and most recently, theo decides to sign a lease with wistera , making the commute to work that much closer.
BACKGROUND TLDR ; mom friend mixed with the slightly obsessed artist trope . very focused on their craft and is determined to be the absolute best they can be. born and raised in washington but has relocated a couple times ( new york and then los angeles ) . has held the position of being principal ballerina for the los angeles ballet for five years now . recently engaged which is part of the reason why they moved to wisteria
PERSONALITY .
theo can come off as a little detached and analytical. she’s open-minded and cares about the truth and feel the need to understand what’s going on. but most of the time, people view her as patient, nurturing and objective. your typical mom friend who always has her shit together. and almost always willing to lend a helping hand.
HEADCANONS .
this section is a wip and will be updated when i think of more things ! <3
only responds to theo. please DO NOT call them theodora. they hardly ever introduce themselves as theodora
has a white persian cat named poppy
learned how to play chess at a young age. it was a fun way to bond with her grandparents and now sees it as a useful way to strategize
along with the joffrey ballet school’s summer intensive, theo has also trained at juilliard’s summer intensive program
if you ever hear banging coming from her floor, sorry. she’s just breaking in new pointe shoes
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Lori was feeling more than a little sluggish that morning. Her body was cradled tight in her duvet, burrito style, and somewhere in the distance a dog was yaping. No matter how often she tossed and turned she couldn’t seem to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep. The sunshine leaked through the gap in her drapes and fell squarely on her nose as it climbed high in the sky. She shifted till her back was to the window and its intrusive light, tugging the portion of the duvet that had naughtily fallen open back over her eyes. She fully intended to settle back into a few more minutes, nay, hours of sleep. But life’s a bitch and so was her alarm clock. Two minutes later, it blared to life and yanked her back awake. Cursing into the folds of her comforter, Lori shifted, sticking an arm out of and snatching the damn thing up, preparing to fling it across the room when the sound of her door opening stopped her violent intentions. She listened with her brow wrinkled as gentle footsteps padded across the floor and to the window, where she heard the definite sound of curtains being drawn. Her eyes was quickly inundated with light, and she cringed away automatically.
“What…the…FUCK!” her voice became louder with each syllable, eventually becoming a roar. Lori was clearly not a morning person. She pushed the blankets away and leapt up, her face pinched in irritation and her stringy ink-black locks coiled in an elaborate tangle down her sides. She examined the room for the perpetrator and there she stood there, the light streaming in through the window giving her figure an angelic glow. “Zatanna FUCKING Zatara, have you lost your fucking mind,” her glare dimmed by the dispersed tendrils of hair obstructing her vision. It was one of her distinguishing traits, the foul mouth and the sharp glare, and Zatanna was getting the heat full notch. “Do you know what time it is?!” She brought the clock, still clutched in her fist, closer to her face, her eyes narrowing at the flashing green digits. “Fuck me, 9! 9 in the morning!” the tone of her voice had reached epic portions by this point, she turned the clock to face Z so she too could grasp the absurdity of the situation.
They went through this procedure almost every morning; occasionally Lori was more subdued and simply grumbled under her breath as Z ushered her out of bed. This was how most days went. Of course, Lori was perfectly aware of the reason Z decided to cruelly wrench her from her slumbering comfort. She'd let her slack off the last few days of training, but she'd agreed to get an early start to compensate. However, between the time she verbally committed to the task and now, waking up in the wee hours of the morning, her determination had entirely dissolved and utter lethargy had sunk into her aching bones.
“I love ya Z, but if you don’t shut the curtains and exit the room in the next five seconds I’m going to knock you right onto your perfect little ass”
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The night was swirling with chaos. Almost as if the world had caught on fire right in front of all their eyes. Her heels clicked quickly against the pavement as she made her way towards what would be City Hall, but something was different. It was all different around her. People fighting, screaming, crying. It took her back to the day of Camelot burning to the ground. The way she heard her people in such agony.
That was when Nimue heard footsteps creeping fast towards her. Under her breath, she began to chant as she saw what appeared to be particles from a toxin floating around. Her words sped up as she shut her eyes. All she wanted was a chance to make it to the rest of them to help.
Her eyes shot open with a glow as she took off. The incantation she called to was to show her where the toxin was. Almost as a cautionary tale to avoid. That was when she heard someone, a familiar voice. “Zatanna?!” She shouted out as she made her way towards the voice. “What is all of this?!” She called out still looking for her fellow magic user.
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@nottivagos . 𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 & 𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍
“ and who are you supposed to be little girl ? ” loki asks the other in a condescending tone which he had so meticulously topped off with a sardonic grin . “ im afraid street magicians aren’t considered as super heroes or villains for that matter . i believe the circus is that - a - way , darling . ”
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“I’ll deny it if anyone ask, but that finale was pretty impressive, I guess”
Admittedly, it took a minute for Selina to make her presence known. Her movements were shadowed by hesitation, and she was unaccustomed to such insecurity. So suited to wearing her swagger like a second skin, it had deserted her in this moment, and perhaps if it hadn't, she would not have appeared as strange standing in the doorway of Zatanna's dressing room with her hands buried in her jacket pocket. Selina wasn't certain she'd had a proper conversation with the magician in an a while, which was mostly her fault. As uncomfortable as she was with communicating her sentiments, addressing a woman who had literally saved her life was incredibly awkward for her. Aversion, of course, being a strange reaction as opposed to gratitude. Selina didn't particularly like feeling indebted to someone. Selina hardly remembered the specifics and she wasn't sure if that was Zatanna's doing or her mind shielding her, regardless she didn't ask.
The scar was but a faded mark now...
"I hope you weren't expecting flowers or anything, looks like you have enough as it is" she gestured to the gifted bouquets around the room. "I did pay for my ticket, with my own money so. You're welcome"
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Gwen sat on the edge of the rooftop, her mask off as she stared out at the New York City skyline. Her heart felt heavy as she remembered what the day was. She hadn’t even gone to the cemetery yet, she didn’t know if she would. She was a coward like that. This day lived in her head on a constant loop, in her dreams like a reoccurring nightmare that won’t leave. The only thing was that she didn’t get to wake up and shake it off because it was a memory, one that left her shaking and in tears as she remembered the way Peter curled up in her arms, whispering that he had only wanted to be special, like her. All she had done was hurt him. Broke him.
She could even find the fucking courage to go to his grave.
Letting out a shaky breath, Gwen squeezed her eyes shut and felt a tear roll down her cheek. Her breath stuttered and she wiped at her cheeks to get the tears to try to stop, only managing to not fall off the building because of her reflexes when a loud noise tore her out of her misery. She whipped around and tugged down her mask, ready to attack as she saw a portal form on the rooftop. “Of course. Never can be an easy night, can it?” Gwen muttered to herself, prepping herself to be ready as a woman stepped through.
“Well, I gotta admit, I was expecting like...a robot army. Or aliens from a different dimension.” Gwen said as she faltered, slightly confused, and lowering her arms. The woman didn’t feel like she would attack...she was clearly powerful, but Gwen had a feeling this woman wouldn’t harm her. “You’re not going to attack me, right? Not gonna lie, been a shitty night so I really wouldn’t be a fan.”
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“Keep it. It suits you.” @mistressofmagic
“Are you sure? I feel like pink never looks good on me with my skin tone. Like I’m one second away from shapeshifting into a platter of watermelon.” M’gann held the pink sweater up to herself, “Hm. Okay. I like fuzzy things. Thanks, Zee.” She smiles at the woman who she had all but considering her sister. (Maybe one day she’d admit out loud that the form she had taken was because of her—to look like she could be her sister.)
She had J’onn, she’d always have J’onn, but she had found her family on Earth. There wasn’t a day that went by that M’gann didn’t miss her parents. She’d think about what the government had done to them and fear with what was happening with Agent Liberty meant it’d happen to her too. She missed her mother’s hugs and her father’s smile. She knew Zatanna felt similarly with her own father and that time each year that came around, boiled down to one hour that she deserved so much more. M’gann hoped she could be as much of a family to Zatanna as she was to her.
“I didn’t come just to raid your closet, I just wanted to check on you.” M’gann told her as she sat on the edge of Zatanna’s bed. “That you can talk to me,” a pause before M’gann said in the other woman’s mind, ‘even if it’s telepathically. That way no one can hear. You know I prefer this way anyway. It’s what I’m used to.’
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@pixietm sent: i’m not gonna hurt you! see? look, I’m putting down the sword. ( Rose @ Zatanna )
the magician's glowing hand stilled though her eyes remained narrowed and suspicious as before as the sword in question was set down. there were far too many who would seek to ambush her, but very few who would ever think to bring a sword to a magic fight. that much should have clued her in.
' ... good. it's a lovely sword; i would have hated to turn it into balloons or flowers. ' zatanna huffed, the glow fading from her hand. ' what do you want? you set off my protection wards. '
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closed starter // @magicalessence
“Zee! Hi!” Lee greeted, happy to see her close friend. It had been a few weeks, due to Lee being busy with the Narrows, and trying to guard her territory from Joker and his side piece. “What brings you to the clinic?” she asked, eyeing the other woman, trying to see if she had any injuries. “Are you here for business or pleasure?” she teased, gesturing to the chair. “Take a seat, it’s been a while.”
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[guard] for your muse to step between my muse and danger // @magicalessence
Gwen was out walking when she spotted the clowns coming towards Zee, who had her back to them. “Zee, watch out!” she yelled, swinging over to the building she was outside of, landing behind the clowns. Black tendrils twisted around her arm, a scythe appearing at the end of it. "Hey, Chuckles and Bobo,” she said, waiting for them turn around. When they did, she swung her arm, the scythe slicing both of their stomachs. They’d live, luckily. Venom had a habit of being a little bloodthirsty lately, so she was thankful that he’d left her in control of this. “That was a close call,” she said to her friend, with a smile.
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more tags but more specific
✟ ┅┅➤ ❛ I don’t regret the things i do ║ dyn - Cam / illusinae. ❞
✟ ┅┅➤ ❛ just like i taught ya. ║ vis - Zatanna. ❞
✟ ┅┅➤ ❛ Queen of angels ║ 001 - main. ❞
��� ┅┅➤ ❛ Two magicians walk into a bar. ║ dyn - Strange / mysticallyinclined. ❞
✟ ┅┅➤ ❛ gettin’ a few pints mate ║queue. ❞
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“i love this song!”
Roy stops what he was doing at the moment, glass of water in hand just to be abandoned on one of the tables. “This song is amazing!” He says loudly over the music to his friend, and has an idea suddenly. “I kind of want to dance, it’s what you should do when the music is speaking to you.” He has a lot of different moves up his sleeve for moments like this. His body moving to the beat already moving to the more open area next to where they had been standing.
[ @zztophat ]
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👗 // @magicalessence
Lee smiled as she watched Zatanna change into a dress. She must’ve been going on a date with Dick, or she just wanted to dress up. “You look beautiful,” she told her friend. Walking over to her, she pressed a kiss to her cheek before helping her with the zipper. “It’s been a while, Zee. How’ve you been? Besides getting engaged. I never thought I’d see the day,” she teased. Zatanna had been so carefree whenever they spent time together -- it seemed like she’d never settle down. But maybe that was an act. “I’m happy for you, really. You deserve this.”
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@zztophat // “ i am someone who did not die when they should of. ”
Michael’s brows furrow as he set the inventory down and looked up at Zatanna. She was gazing at a raggedy old tophat that he sensed had belonged to someone she once cared for greatly. The archangel walked over to her and gently took her hand. He could feel the pain and guilt that radiated through her. She carried the weight of the world on her shoulders and he knew just how exhausting that was.The woman put on a good show, but when the curtains were drawn she was hurting. He wanted to take it away, but it was a hurt that only she could heal. “Zatanna, you have to forgive yourself,” he replied as he looked up at the tophat. “The choice your father made was his own. You couldn’t have prevented it and he wouldn’t have wanted you to.”
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