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this is a mutuals-only, permanent 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 which will grant either an approach for plotting, or in the case that immediate inspiration strikes, a random starter. all of them will be of multi-para or novella length as i am that verbose, as you have perhaps noticed. if you are a multi, narrowing down your characters for me through tumblr im / discord will be of a tremendous help since i am not that decisive; you can also specify mine if any of them strikes your fancy.

listed below is my current character roster as sorted by their availability in my head, the higher on the list means the higher in my head, muse-wise. this list is ever-changing, and will be updated accordingly if any muse has a better priority, or when new one is added to the list. please like this post and if you have any preference, comment with the muses of your choice to receive the contact or starter. last updated: 21 / 10 / 20.

—— 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 — sebastian stan. enhanced human, 103. full-time fugitive, part-time vigilante. plum-testing expert. status: active. shipping: multi, selective. canon-point: four to six years past ca:tws, cinematic-deviant. + intelligent, pedantic, careful, calculative, haunted.

𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 — henry cavill. witcher, verse-dependent. sometimes slaying monsters while being a full-time brood. status: active. shipping: multi, selective. canon-point: mixed media between cinematic and game. + brusque, resourceful, cunning, paradoxical, capricious.

—— 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 — faceless, 23. as moved from @denouae. ———

𝟎𝟏. 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄: human, soon-to-be-ceo. romance-centric; veiled background, parading as an employee. status: active. shipping: single, closed.

𝟎𝟐. 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇: mutant, heir apparent. magnetokinetic mutant / exploited by the interlink as an agent. status: active. shipping: single, closed.

𝟎𝟑. 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒: human, idol actor. maknae, lead vocalist, main dancer, soloist of deux. status: active. shipping: single, closed.

𝟎𝟒. 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄: mutant, agent. sold to the creed at a young age, a trained agent. status: private. shipping: single, closed.

𝟎𝟓. 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄: mutant, heir apparent. mental manipulation mutant / the organisation’s director’s son. status: active. shipping: single, closed.

𝟎𝟔. 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄: human, underground fighter. misfit; divorced parents, recently back in seoul / unemployed. status: selective. shipping: single, closed.

—— 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

𝐘𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 — woo dohwan. human, 27. the king of the korean empire / street vigilante. status: active. shipping: multi, selective. + intelligent, rebellious, loyal, obstinate, unorthodox.

𝐂𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆 — song joongki. demon, 31. mercenary, odd-job workers, occasional barista. status: active. shipping: single, closed. + naïve, enhanced, self-sacrificing, open, resourceful.

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀 — lee taeyong. descendant, 25. blessed with the power of kings / demon king, tyrant. status: active. shipping: multi, selective. + self-serving, cruel, omniscient, manipulative, driven.

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓. 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 — chris evans. mutant, 39. hunter physiology / mercenary + vigilante + painter. status: active. shipping: multi, selective. + melancholic, camouflaged, creative, righteous, capable.

𝐏𝐀𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐊 — cha eunwoo. mutant, 24. pain inducement / adopted heir shaped to become a weapon. status: active. shipping: multi, selective. + stilted, adept, stern, focused, suppressing.

𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐄 — sebastian stan. mutant, 38. shadow manipulation / heir of a huge corporate / vigilante. status: active. shipping: multi, open. + relaxed, approachable, vengeful, manipulative, selective.

𝐍𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐍 — woo dohwan. mutant, 27. biological manipulation + contagion embodiment / heir, director. status: active. shipping: multi, selective. + selfish, sharp, dedicated, exploitative, calculative.

𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐋 — kim jongin. apostle, 632. retired ‘apostle’ of war and vice / supernatural vigilante. status: active. shipping: multi, open. + inattentive, uninterested, agile, war-ridden, flighty.

𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍 — seo kangjoon. dreamwalker, 28. inception-based dream architect / freelance architect + artist. status: active. shipping: single, closed. + obstinate, intelligent, intricate, dualistic, compartmentalised.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐖𝐎𝐍 — lee taeyong. vampire-witch, 33. nomadic creature hunter / full-time lover. status: active. shipping: single, closed. + benevolent, thoughtful, vulnerable, intuitive, artistic.

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 — kwon hyuk. human, 26. crazy rich inspired / third-in-line heir, vice president + busker. status: active. shipping: multi, open. + opulent, artistic, whimsical, dedicated, upfront.

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐊 — lee minho. mutant, 21. sleep + memory manipulation mutant / student + bookstore clerk. status: active. shipping: multi, open. + languid, gradual, intelligent, reclusive, anticlimactic.

𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊 — roseanne park. personification, 22. euterpe from greek muses / songwriter + indie singer. status: active. shipping: multi, open. + creative, capricious, elevated, charismatic, stubborn.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐎𝐙𝐇𝐔 — xiao dejun. fuzanglong, ???. personification of chinese dragon / ex-counsellor, nomad. status: active. shipping: multi, selective. + pernicious, hungered, dysthymic, laid-back, whimsical.

𝐈𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍 — seo kangjoon. mutant, 27. psychic + force manipulation mutant / cirque agent. status: active. shipping: single, closed. + melancholic, violent, wounded, effective, selective.

𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐈 — kim soohyun. reincarnated, 29. a race of phoenix / pianist + underground fighter. status: active. shipping: single, closed. + reckless, violent, abrasive, obstinate, self-destructive.

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐄 — toni mahfud. human, 28. assassin, selectively for hire / capricious nomad. status: active. shipping: multi, open. + practical, unsociable, pedantic, incisive, artistic.

—— 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐀 — bae joohyun. demon, 268. higher demon / supernatural freelance hunter. status: selective. shipping: single, closed. + dualistic, whimsical, defensive, stern, resourceful.

𝐄𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍 — lee taeyong. stripped angel, ???. choreographer from a famous dance studio. status: selective. shipping: single, closed. + vain, dismissive, prodigal, aloof, temperamental.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 — seo yeji. human, 29. a soon-to-be successor of a high-end corporate. status: private. shipping: single, closed. + intelligent, genuine, gilded, double-edged, stubborn.

𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 — park seojoon. human, 28. youngest of the yoon brothers, inheriting a branded company. status: private. shipping: single, closed. + emotional, juxtaposed, cunning, competitive, dedicated.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 — lee sunbin. blessed, 26. pain inducement / cult sacrifice for the saviour / unemployed. status: private. shipping: single, closed. + abrasive, street-smart, incredulous, stubborn, creative.

—— 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒. / AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST.

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐘𝐔 — angela yeung wing. human, 30. an heiress remotely related to a syndicate / painter. status: inactive. shipping: single, closed. + sophisticated, tasteful, mannered, opulent, whimsical.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 — bae joohyun. human, verse-dependent. historical verse: a woman betrothed to a yangban. status: inactive. shipping: multi, selective. + rebellious, deceptive, stubborn, genuine, tactical.

𝐉𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋 — shin ryujin. human, 20. reincarnated fae, one of the soulmates / university student. status: inactive. shipping: single, closed. + unorthodox, independent, romantic, tough, inquisitive.

𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 — fan bingbing. ghoul, 37. investigator for the strix, ghoul resistance / florist. status: inactive. shipping: single, closed. + intelligent, adept, adaptive, nostalgic, wise.

𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 — lee sungkyung. mutant, 30. power negation / a fashion store owner + heiress. status: inactive. shipping: single, closed. + hardened, reluctant, kind-hearted, aloof, independent.

𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 — orlando bloom. sindarin elf, verse-dependent. the prince of the woodland realm / full-time badass. status: pending. shipping: multi, selective. canon-point: anywhere in the cinematic universe. + to be determined once he’s active and running.

all muses listed can be in any geographical locations, and they can also be placed in any verses of yours if you wish as long as it’s discussed beforehand. if it’s indicated as open for romantic shipping, please feel free to approach me about it so that we can iron out details to see if they click and delve into said dynamics. if you’re interested in single-shipping, please contact me through either tumblr im or discord for further details. please note that i will only have three characters with the same face claim at one parenthesis of time.

—— 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. / CAP REACHED. MUSE COUNT: 25.

possible upcoming faces: kwak jiyoung, maxence danet-fauvel.

—— THE LINKS: 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 / 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 / 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 + 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐒 / 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒.

#ooc.#stc.

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theincorrectbookquotes · 6 years

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Theo James as rhys?

Okay so I don’t know wether most people realize this but...RHYS IS NOT WHITE. The only time he had white-ish skin was under the mountain because he was trapped under there for 50 years. Also, in official art you can obviously see his skin is much darker than Mors, who is cannonly white. I would say illyrians look closest to northern Indian people. So all in all, I would definitely NOT pick Theo James as Rhysand. Here’s a picture of Toni Mahfud who I think would best suit him:

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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cfshcdcws · 5 years

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[OC] It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s NOAH QADIR, a VILLAIN! HE is TWENTY SIX years old and look an awful lot like TONI MAHFUD. I hear that they work as a/an MOB ENFORCER/BODYGUARD. Rumor has it they were FOR the Accords and ARE NOT registered under the new laws. I wonder what they’ll find with their new beginning! (luna, she/her, 27, aest)

THIS IS A HUNDRED YEARS LATE PLEASE FORGIVE ME

Background ;;

You didn’t grow up with a home, a family, a mother’s loving embrace and a father’s warm hand on your shoulder. If you had any of those things at any point, you don’t remember them.

No, you were taken too young. Stolen from a family that didn’t live long enough to know who was taking you, never mind see the monster they would create.

The League of Assassins are an unforgiving kind. Your childhood was all sharp edges. A matron employed specifically to keep the children alive and healthy enough to train. And train you did.

As soon as you were old enough to hold a dagger, you started combat training. Weapons. Martial Arts. Combat. Where other children had toys and bikes and dolls and teddy bears, you had knives and arrows and, eventually, guns. Weapons that could kill a man, in the hands of nothing more than a boy.

As you got older, as your mind sharpened, tactical analysis. Espionage. You were taught to lie, to steal, to murder. To blend in, to fade into the shadows. Multiple languages were drilled into your mind. The art of being present but forgettable. Of collecting information without leaving a trace. Sharp edges got sharper. Expectations got higher.

Punishment for failure got harsher. Your first scar was at seven years old, when you wouldn’t shoot a small, defenceless dog. You later learned what a cliche situation this was - but at the time, you couldn’t imagine anything worse. And you were severely punished for it. Reminded that you were not raised with heart. You were raised to be as harsh and unforgiving as steel. Cold, sharp, unbreakable.

Next time, under the threat of what you knew what was to come if you failed, you pulled the trigger.

Fear of pain does amazing things to a child. You excelled at every lesson, pushed yourself to exhaustion with every mission. But you weren’t perfect, and by the time you were ten you had a gut-wrenching collection of scars - mostly on your back or torso, hidden from view, made not to be memorable to others, but a reminder to you.

By twelve, you knew you needed to run. But escaping the League is near impossible, and you knew one wrong move would lead to a road from which you would never come back.

It took two years to plan your escape. And you almost didn’t make it. But with a bit of luck and the skills they gave you, you found a way out. You ran, faster and further than you ever have.

But a fourteen year old boy with no family, no solid identity, and no formal education can’t get very far. You had your skills, though. And you knew how to use them.

It started with stealing, theft, building a profile for yourself, having people take you seriously. No one wants to believe a fourteen year old boy can kill people with his bare hands.

But in time people learned not to underestimate you. Your skills grew, through practice, through training, and within a few years you’d made something of a name for yourself as a skilled assassin. A silent, unstoppable force.

People began to notice.

At twenty, you were hired for a job by a reasonably well known mafia. It seemed harmless enough. The job went off without a hitch - silence an opposing criminal, make it look like a tragic accident. Never to be traced back, of course. You could do that with your eyes closed. You practically did.

One job lead to two, three, four. Before long, the head of the Gataki family offered you a job. A permanent position within his ranks.

You had nothing else pinning you down. And he assured you that you would still have the option to work alone. You accepted.

You met her a year later. The daughter of the head of the family. A bright woman, sharp eyes, defiant, strong. But.. young. So young. Not only in age but in life. Noah could see it in her eyes. But you were tasked with protecting her, working with her, training her.

A little bend to the rules, but.. she intrigued you. You accepted.

The ‘family’ has been your life ever since. And now, with Lara at the head of the family, you work faithfully by her side, doing the dirty work she shouldn’t have to, protecting her from countless threats. And you’re sure this will be, for the rest of your life.

Good to know ;;

If you see Noah he looks like any other - ridiculously attractive - guy. His skill is blending in, not drawing attention to himself. It’s what he specialises in so he’s not going to stick out aside from being stupidly hot

His abilities include: Expert martial artist (various forms) and hand to hand combat, expert marksman, weapons use and handling, tactical analysis and planning, stealth investigation and assassination, high intelligence, multilingual

Noah specialises in stealth work specifically thanks to his training and upbringing but can also hold his own in a face to face fight against single opponents or small groups. He will tend to favour taking out as many opponents as possible from a distance using firearms, but in close-up combat he’ll favour knives and daggers as his weapon of choice.

His biggest weakness is his arrogance - working in this field his whole life, Noah believes he’s better than most opponents he comes across and often that overconfidence will lead to injury or harm of some kind purely because he will tend to underestimate his opponents.

His education is another - Noah knows enough of the basics to get by and more than enough to do his job, but never having actually gone through the normal education system there are gaps in his knowledge that he has to teach himself, but it’s hard to know what he should know in advance and can get caught out as a result.

Despite his hard upbringing and his choice of.. lifestyle, Noah is very big on freedom of choice. He didn’t have that growing up and he’s worked very hard not to fit into some kind of expectation of what he should be. He tries not to get involved in other people’s decisions, but he won’t let people be manipulated into making a certain choice either

He absolutely hates the league of assassins. Like. Can’t stand them. Loathes them to no end. Wants nothing to do with them ever. Doesn’t tell anyone he used to work for them. Probably hasn’t even told Lara yet. If your character knows the LoA well enough they might be able to tell from his fighting style and training, but please run that by me first. Otherwise, no one knows.

#beginagainintro #murder tw #death tw #kidnapping tw #child abuse tw #weapons tw #guns tw #animal cruelty tw #look noAH HAS A SAD LIFE #someone pls hug him

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purplefrayedisaster · 5 years

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[ALEXIOS WALKER], who strongly resembles [ TONI MAHFUD ], has been spotted in Pandæmonium. The [ CISMALE ] is a [ 22] year old [ DEMI-GOD /SON OF EROS], and have been in Pandæmonium for [ A MONTH ]. I hear they’re [ +REOURCEFUL & +IMAGINITVE ] and [ - STUBBORN & - HOTHEADED ]. If you’re lucky you may catch them working at [OVERLORD SURPLUS & NYU] as a [CLERK & STUDEN]

was Mr popular in school and pretty much could have had any girl he wanted he dated Samatha McClintock. They were the IT couple

was very much in love with her, sadly they ended things because they both were going to different colleges. he didn’t want them to end... but hey these things happen. Yet his parents didn’t help nor were they happy with the break-up.

Samantha's family and his family love that they were dating. Their families want them to get back together. They have the wedding plaid out.

looking to reconnect with his ex Samatha. he isn’t sure what connect he wants. she was... is his first love. and something is telling him, he wants to be part of her life.

once he figures out who Samantha is dating, he could make their life hell. doesn’t mean he will.

he just wants to see if what Samantha's parents are telling him is true. though what their truth is, is different from the real thing.

Samantha was his first love and he wasn’t a really great boyfriend or friend to her and wants to make it up to her. He kind of knows he messed up. but he is stubborn as hell.

his parents are entitled, kind of old fashion and hypocrites. They wanted him to join sports teams only. would mock him for wanting to take any art class.

Kassandra is his older sister and was someone he admired until she left for college and life started getting between them. there is a good amount of friction between them now.

Kassandra basically was the one who always helped him do the right thing and would aid him through his emotions. She even didn’t mock him for enjoying art.

recently found out Eros his real father is. not that it really matters to him. He has a few of his father's abilities. Like he is good with archery, has superhuman abilities, and romantic omniscience.

went to college thanks to a sports scholarship and his parents.

painting, drawing, and photography are his secret hobbies. he also does some modeling every now and then

#aboutalexios #alexiosmuse

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mrsrcbinscn · 5 years

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BDRPWriMo Task #21 -- A list of 10+ characters you’d like to see in the RP

Any fc ideas I put are ofc hypothetical lmao

SO HEEERE is a list of 10+ characters I selfishly want to see here! Yes a ton of the open Elena of Avalor characters are on the list but! That’s not all!

1. Olivia da Silva (fc suggestions by McKala: Marina Nery, Bruna Tenorio, Barbie Ferreira, Cierra Ramirez)

I made this skeleton woowoo! Come play an Avaloran character! A young sorceress honing her craft! Worldbuild Avalor with me, yaaaay! I put Brazilian-preferred on the skeleton for fc suggestions because the Avalor we’ve crafted in game is a bilingual society in South America with Portuguese and Spanish influence about equally. It’s not requiiired, like you can change her last name to be Spanish and not Portuguese, but! I tracked down a ton of Brazilian fcs with resources so you don’t even have to hunt! Below the list of Brazilian fcs, I also have non-Brazilian fcs listed.

2. Professor Guadalupe “Lupe” Mendoza (fc suggestions by McKala: Gina Torres, Charo Bogarin, Jessica Alba, Velina Hsau Houston, Lana Parrilla)

COME PLAY A COOL AVALORAN WOOOO

Join me in Avalor world! Lupe Mendoza is so cooool, she’s a professor, a scholar, a genius, a really cool lady forced to flee Avalor because of the new dictatorship.

4. Jasmine (fc suggestions by McKala: SO MANY. including Claudia Doumit, Njoud Al Shammari, Dalal AlDoub, Adila Sedraïa, Sonita Alizadeh)

I’m honestly shook Jasmine’s not taken yet y’all! She’s a great character, you can go so many diff directions with her and HEL-LO worldbuilding!

5. Aladdin! (fc suggestions by McKala: Derrick Monasterio, Toni Mahfud)

Y’all again! Think of the worldbuilding you’d get to do with Agrabah!

6. Li Shang (fc suggestions by McKala: Shawn Dou, Lewis Tan, Osric Chau)

Y’all how do we not have all the Mulan characters yet??? But I would pay someone physical money for a Li Shang ahhhhh

Free URL for you - thetimes-theyare-ashangin

7. Jafar (fc suggestions by McKala: JOHN ABRAHAM omfg, Omar Lofti, Adrian Pasdar)

Swynlake needs a new evil sorcerer! And it’s a chance to do some cool worlbuilding for Agrabah, like Team Avalor’s done with Avalor!

8. Star Butterfly (fc suggestions by McKala: Prilly Latuconsina, Kiana Lede, Rola, Liza Koshy, Normani Kordei, Anastasia Tsilimpiou, Zara Larsson)

Y’all, again. The worldbuilding! Potential! Here! you can make her a magical princess from a another dimension how DOPE

9. Alonso Cordoba (fc suggestions by McKala: Taylor Zakhar, Diego Tinoco, Maluma, Rafael De La Fuente)

Come play the snobby Avaloran noble turned refugee, childhood frenemy/pain in the ass of Princess Elena! Join Avalor Squad and get a piece of Avalor worldbuilding. Help me develop the Avaloran nobility, the pop culture, the youth culture. Being from Avalor is a cool enough plot, with the coup and civil conflict now, but being nobility? With a potential connection to the princesses? Woooo!

10. Armando Salinas (fc suggestions by McKala: tricky, bc he has to be Latinx and body diverse, but I have three possible ideas in mind and I can make gifs for them! They’re Harvey Guillen and Erik Griffin.

Wow there HAS to be more body diverse Latinx men out there. But!!! Join the Avalor party y’all!

11. Cristina Elizaga - FCs by McKala: Tamara Mena, Annie Elainey (non-binary, so must be non-binary), Kallyna Sampaio

I actually made the gif packs for 2 of 3 of these suggestions! Since Latinx fcs who use wheelchairs are very sparse, I went ahead and made gifs for two potential fcs. Join team Avalooooor!

12. QUEEN CLARION, Y’ALL. FC ideas by McKala: Deborah Mailman, Otsuka Nene, Gabrielle Union, Kulap Vilaysack

I canNOT believe Queen Clarion is still open y’all

who doesn’t wanna be a nearly immortal fairy queen!

13. Hay Lin!!!! (fc suggestions by McKala: Janice Wu, Lauren Tsai, Jelly Lin, Lai Meiyun)

Play a Guardian! Travel across diff dimensions, weeeeee! Have the power of WIND, WOW

14. Taranee Cook!!!! (fc suggestions by McKala: Karidja Touré, China Anne McClain, Sammi Maria)

H O W are the guardians still open omg.

15. WILBUR ROBINSON !! (fc suggestions by McKala: Aedy Ashraf, Yoon Sanha, Laïs Salameh, Boo Seungkwan, Odiseas Georgiadis, Anuarbekov Nurgisa, August Vachiravit, Đoàn Thế Lân, and more)

someone bring me and Mary our SON omg! Wilbur’s adopted so literally any ethnicity works - I think his skeleton says he has to be POC so as long as he’s POC!

ADDITIONALLY, just fcs I straight up am DYING to see

tbh anybody my dear friend Natalie has made icons or gifs for

anybody in this tag

Pisay Pao [Cambodian]

Maika Harper [Canadian Inuit, tattoos, just a cutie!!!]

Chella Man [deaf, Jewish, Chinese, genderqueer]

Gil Birmingham [Comanche, age diverse]

Odiseas Georgiadis

Đoàn Thế Lân [Vietnamese]

Elfira Loy [Malaysian + Javanese, I made dang near 400 gifs of this cutie and someone else made almost 60]

Naomi Watanabe [Taiwanese, Japanese, body diverse!]

Jaz Sinclair

Ashley Blaine Featherson

Gurung Diipa [Nepalese]

Jewelliana Palencia [Afro-Guatemalan]

Noel Wells [ quarter Mexican, half Tunisian, a quarter Unspecified]

Efrain Ruales [Ecuadorian]

Natasha Liu Bordizzo [Chinese-white]

Kulap Vilaysack [Lao - she was almost my Franny fc, she was gonna be Lao, but I went with Elodie Yung and made her Cambodian instead ]

Liv Hewson [ginger, AND nonbinary!]

Angel Chow-Toun [ ¾ French Guianan [Afro French Guianan, Chinese, Indian, Italian, Possibly Other], and ¼ Puerto Rican]

Ziruza Tasmagambetova [Kazakh - she was my Lena de Spell fc, but thankfully she was picked up by Ashley before I could get her so that knocked one character off my miles long list of ones I want!! thank goodness!! And I don’t really have another muse for her. So!!! I wanted to share her with all y’all]

Lily Maroune [ Senegalese, Mauritanian, Lebanese, and French ]

Zazie Beetz

Quincy Fouse

Mahershala Ali

Debbie Sath [Cambodian-Salvadoran, lmao make Franny not the only Cambodian in town 2k19]

Taylor T [Korean, body diverse!]

Alina Serban [Romani!]

Jesus Castro [Mexican-Romani]

Rotana Tarabzouni (Saudi)

Enkhijin Tseveendash [Mongolian]

Ser Anzoategui [Argentinian, Paraguayan, nonbinary!]

Dorian Electra [genderfluid]

Kaiit [Papuan]

Rinrada Thurapan [Thai, trans]

Phí Quỳnh Anh [Vietnamese]

Star Slade [Vietnamese and Metis]

Zahid Ahmed [Pakistani]

Laleh [Iranian]

Martin Sensmeier (Tlingit and Koyukon-Athabascan)

Hanan Tarq [Ethiopian-Yemeni]

Naomi Osaka [Japanese-Haitian]

Mozhdah Jamalzadah [Afghan]

Iko Uwais [Indonesian]

Alisa Allapachi [Thai]

Sivan Alyra Rose [Chiricahua Apache and Afro-Puerto Rican / Creole and she/her/they/them

Jennifer Pudavick (Metis)

Marline Yan [ Cambodian, Vietnamese, Chinese, Thai, and Indian ]

#bdrpwrimomckala

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dailyjcink · 5 years

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Liviana // Unresolved Ex Plot (Multiple Plot Options), Possible Poly Ship for Supernatural Horror Site

Nico had always been her greatest prize. Her greatest plaything. For centuries he followed her around like a lost puppy at her heels. He was pathetic. But devoted. She did not love him then. In fact, she didn’t believe she was capable of love, despite how many times he had murmured his own affections into her ear. The only joy she had taken was in watching him suffer–in seeing the pain in his eyes when he watched her fall into the arms of another lover.

It was a sick game she played, but one that filled her with a profound sense of power. She took something strong and made it weak in her grasp.

But then, she left him. With no warning. No note saying goodbye. Nothing. And now, she has returned to Fortune to seek out her long last flame. For what reason, only she knows.

Possible plot lines:

She’s back for what is hers: Liviana grew bored with Nico’s affection and unwavering sense of devotion. She wanted a challenge and knew the only way to achieve that was to leave him in the dust. She’s come to realize that true, unwavering devotion is hard to come by… and regrets her rash decision. She wants what she once had, and is not above playing games to get it. She’s changed and regrets all she has done: The past should stay in the past–but when it nips at her heels and hunts her to the furthest reaches of the world, it’s impossible to escape. Liviana has developed a conscience. One that refuses to allow her to leave what happened to Nico unresolved. She has to find him. She has to make it right. For her. And for him. She loves him. But realized it far too late: Love makes people do crazy things. Or, at least that’s the story she’s sticking to. She fled Nico because she was scared of the feelings he awoke in her. Unable to comprehend them, she treated him awfully. And has since learned to regret it. She wants him to know she loves him. And she wants the chance to try again. A chance that may be squashed by his new paramore, Tavi–someone who took the man she had broken and rebuilt him. Made him better. Stronger.

Face Pictured: Malaika Firth

Tavi // Best Friend Turned Lover, Possible Poly Ship for Supernatural Horror Site

Tavi met Nico years ago. He was a selfish man, whose adoration was fleeting and focused exclusively on the thrills life had to offer. Nico was a hedonist, mindless in his pursuit of satisfaction. But Tavi saw so much more in him. Enough so, that despite how eagerly the man pushed him away, he remained steadfast and uncompromising in his friendship.

They spent years together. Growing together. Learning together. Tavi is not oblivious to the fact he was, at first, merely another pretty little toy to be collected. They had never bridged the gap of true intimacy, despite the want having always been there. Tavi had refused it, and Nico had always respected his boundaries.

Tavi, having had a rough life himself, saw the familiar lingering aches and pains of having survived a toxic relationship. They bonded together over the heartache and the scars it left in its wake. While he would never accept ownership over the changes in his demon counterpart as being his own doing, Nico attributes his personal growth to their shared friendship. The bond they share is unlike anything either has ever experienced before. Which makes the feelings that have always been there, just beneath the surface, all the more difficult to comprehend.

Nico’s nature dictates he cannot be monogamous–and over time, Tavi has come to grips with it. If a relationship is to unfold, he knows he holds a large part of Nico’s heart. A sentiment Nico proved by returning from Dumah and settling in Fortune with him.

Face Pictured: Toni Mahfud

“Briana” Kerry // Worried Sister for Supernatural Horror

Cael and his sister have gone through a lot. They had a rough upbringing, despite their parents best attempts to keep them sheltered from harm.

Unfortunately, tragedy after tragedy befell the Kerry family. The loss of two siblings to violence, a third to the system and then their father passing away made an already impossible situation too much to bear. Briana turned to drugs–and Cael, in a last-ditch attempt to save what remained of his family insisted they sell off their family home and move North. To Fortune. To be with their mother. Where Briana could begin to heal. And ideally, become part of a Coven.

Briana got help. They were settling in well. She was getting better. Everything was getting better. Until Cael vanished. Briana feared the worst and made it her mission to find him. To help him, wherever he was. But as the months have dragged on, she’s found herself feeling more and more helpless.

Cael was abducted by a criminal organization known as the Blood Ring and turned into a vampire against his will. He feels too ashamed to see his family. He’s scared to see them. To disappoint them. Again.

Soon, they will be reunited, and Briana will be made aware of all that happened to Cael. For better or worse, family sticks together.

Face Pictured: Kiana Ledé

WITCH WANTED FOR RELUCTANT BOND WITH HEADSTRONG FAMILIAR

Age: Open || Occupation: Open || Race: Witch || FC: Stevo Tran (Open)

Retha is a woman who despises witches, Hates the bond that is expected between witches and familiars. She is a free spirit, wanting to do what she wants and to go wherever the hell she pleases without being tied down to any one person or thing. She has a very dark and morbid sense of humour, finding joy in others misfortune the only stipulation there is she hates seeing innocent being hurt or manipulated by evil forces.

I’m looking for a few thing with this want, the most important factor is that eventually, I would like for this to slow burn into a friendship or preferably a romance of some kind. The first step, however, is her becoming his familiar.

She is going to hate it, she is going to fight it, fight him to the point where she may or may not try to kill him. The goal is for her to accept it, deal with her fate as a familiar and eventually accept him and learn to like him which hopefully turns to a form of love.

He needs to be strong, cunning and unwilling to back down because a witch is stronger with his familiar and he wants the power of hers that only he can tap into.

I am pretty open with his want. The face shown above is simply a suggestion. Though I reeeeallly would love you forever if you picked Stevo <3

LOOKING FOR A SUPERNATURAL HUNTER AND BROTHER FOR A SUPERNATURAL HORROR RP

All muscle and very little brains, Leo is everything one would expect in a soldier. He’s dedicated, blindly loyal and stops at nothing to see his mission through. This has made him a valuable asset to the ASP–an organization for Supernatural Hunters. He’s Asher’s right-hand. His most trusted companion and closest confidante. The two are a perfect pair together. Their connection borders on telepathic. Both being men of few words, they seldom communicate anything, yet somehow they still know what the other is thinking and feeling.

Leo is obsessed with weapons, boasting a particularly impressive array of guns, knives and medieval devices. He’s a blacksmith by trade, having apprenticed under some of the most skilled smiths in New England. It’s unclear when his interest was born or why. Asher theorizes it’s because he’s always fostered a deep-seated adoration of Norse Mythology and Vikings.

Their life since coming to Fortune has been a rollercoaster. Every day is a fight for their lives. And he’s hellbent on ensuring human victory over the abominations that flood the sleepy town’s streets.

Mid-Twenties || Human || Open-Face (Heavy preference toward Stephen James, or another heavily tattooed model)

Coven Desserter Bloodline Witch wanted for family drama and messy Coven politics in the face of impending disaster.

SUPERNATURAL HUNTER WANTED FOR SUPERNATURAL HORROR RP

HUMAN • GENERAL • HUMAN SUPREMICIST • JOSH BROLIN

Military through and through, Reiter is a terrifying enemy to have. He’s made sure the ASP is an organization to be feared. Merely uttering its name causes chills of terror to race up the necks of those they hunt. Abominations. Monsters. And Reiter will stop at nothing to eradicate the world of them. Even if it means sending wave after wave of his own men against the supernatural threat. Even his own daughter.

Over the years, he has grown obsessed. Some think he has even gone a bit mad. There is tension in the ranks, but he holds true, refusing to allow anyone else to usurp his crown. He trusts very few. Naaji has become his right hand, his confidante. The only one who believes in his vision of a supernatural-free world just as much as he does.

#jcink #jcink rp #wanted-ad #fantasy #supernatural #1 year #submission

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rpgadverts · 5 years

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Liviana // Unresolved Ex Plot (Multiple Plot Options), Possible Poly Ship for Supernatural Horror Site

It was a sick game she played, but one that filled her with a profound sense of power. She took something strong and made it weak in her grasp.

But then, she left him. With no warning. No note saying goodbye. Nothing. And now, she has returned to Fortune to seek out her long last flame. For what reason, only she knows.

Possible plot lines:

Face Pictured: Malaika Firth

Tavi // Best Friend Turned Lover, Possible Poly Ship for Supernatural Horror Site

Face Pictured: Toni Mahfud

“Briana” Kerry // Worried Sister for Supernatural Horror

Cael and his sister have gone through a lot. They had a rough upbringing, despite their parents best attempts to keep them sheltered from harm.

Soon, they will be reunited, and Briana will be made aware of all that happened to Cael. For better or worse, family sticks together.

Face Pictured: Kiana Ledé

WITCH WANTED FOR RELUCTANT BOND WITH HEADSTRONG FAMILIAR

Age: Open || Occupation: Open || Race: Witch || FC: Stevo Tran (Open)

He needs to be strong, cunning and unwilling to back down because a witch is stronger with his familiar and he wants the power of hers that only he can tap into.

I am pretty open with his want. The face shown above is simply a suggestion. Though I reeeeallly would love you forever if you picked Stevo <3

LOOKING FOR A SUPERNATURAL HUNTER AND BROTHER FOR A SUPERNATURAL HORROR RP

Mid-Twenties || Human || Open-Face (Heavy preference toward Stephen James, or another heavily tattooed model)

Coven Desserter Bloodline Witch wanted for family drama and messy Coven politics in the face of impending disaster.

SUPERNATURAL HUNTER WANTED FOR SUPERNATURAL HORROR RP

HUMAN • GENERAL • HUMAN SUPREMICIST • JOSH BROLIN

#jcink #rp #wanted ad #horror rp #modern fantasy rp #original rp #submission

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feinkomo-blog · 6 years

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B A S I C S :

FULL NAME: Fein Komo

NICKNAME(S): Little Dreamwalker to Dorian.

DATE OF BIRTH / AGE: Sometime in the beginning of the year / 27

ORIENTATION: Pansexual.

OCCUPATION: Jedi Padawan / X Wing Pilot

SPECIES: Mirialan.

P H Y S I C A L :

FACE CLAIM: Toni Mahfud

HEIGHT: 6′12’

WEIGHT: 180lbs

EYES: Light amber brown.

HAIR: Black, lightening to blonde in some places from his time under the sun in the pits. He keeps it long, cutting it to shoulder length at Yavin.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A variety of old and new scars along his body from his fights, and a network of tattoos in various places along his body. His tattoos are the one part of his culture Fein embraces fully. His life is made worthy by the actions he takes - the things he does and does not do - and he marks them on his skin so that when he is dead his loved ones can weight his deeds and deem him worthy or not.

B A C K G R O U N D :

HOMETOWN: He’d say Coruscant, and the creche, before anything else.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Yavin IV.

LANGUAGES: A few small working phrases he’s picked up in the more common tongues that could get him by in a pinch, but nothing too fluent.

EDUCATION: Only what he got in the Jedi Temple.

PARENTS: Unknown.

CRECHE MASTER: Noa Niedra

FORMER JEDI MASTER: Thena Wyn

CURRENT JEDI MASTER: Noa Niedra

SIBLING(S): none living. (Adoptive - Matthias Ilesar, Nimm Aldenar, Osira Santo)

ROMANTIC STATUS: Single.

PET(S): None, except for the Banthu herd he sometimes wtaches with Nimm.

T H E A B S T R A C T :

FEARS: Failure - but spectacularly. He doesn’t fear failing in a ritual, or forgetting a stance in his training with a staff; he fears never getting a grip on his emotions, never being able to let go of his memories of the pits or his hatred for the Academies on Mirial. He fears never being able to become a quieted center in a storm, he fears that the storm will swallow him whole and he will be what tore down the Order all over again. He fears the Sith, and all their freedoms, and fears that he will not be strong enough to turn away.

GENERAL LIKES: Mornings so cold he can see his breath, the way ice sparkles against the ground and cracks when he walks across it, and the silence that echoes for miles around him when he’s sitting in the cockpit of his fighter. The feeling when he opens his eyes after a long meditation and the world is calm and his body is loose and tingling for him to move. Blood in the sands of the pits and warm across the skin of his shoulders and back, and the way his very soul feels spent after sending nightmares coursing across the arena. The weight of a wrench in his hand, the way Noa says his name, a satisfying cup of hot spiced tea, and watching the sun set over the jungles of Yavin IV.

GENERAL DISLIKES: The sour taste in his mouth after using his Force gift, and the feeling of defeat when he realizes he used it again without even knowing. Sunrise meditations, bland food, and blankets. The sticky humid feeling on his skin from the weather on the rebel base’s planet, and not understanding something.

USUAL MOOD / EXPRESSION: He’ll greet you with a smile, and then keep on moving. Constant motion is his comfort, unless he’s meditating - which hardly anyone sees since he waits until the world is quieted and all are asleep. He keeps most of the world at arms length but the first word that comes to mind when someone mentions Fein Komo is ‘nice.’ He’s a nice guy - average in every way, but a gifted pilot. And that is the way he likes to keep it.

TRAITS: Innovative / Adaptable. Courageous / Impulsive. Determined / Single-minded. Self-Conscious / Unsure. Charismatic / Volatile.

HABITS: He tends to drum his fingers against whatever surface is available - tables, walls, doors, his leg, his arm - and if he’s sitting his leg is most certainly bouncing. He loves to move, loves to be in motion - when he’s doing something, he isn’t thinking.

HOBBIES: He meditates every night/early morning - before he gets his short few hours of sleep and when he wakes up. It centers him and allows him to focus his day. It also helps him tamp down his force energy. When he’s not training, Fein is always in the hangar bay fiddling with his fighter or another ship. He’s a grease monkey - and the inner workings of the ships all make sense to him, where his inner workings are often too chaotic for him to work through.

MORNING ROUTINE: After sleeping maybe three or four hours, Fein wakes up and meditates for a short period of time - his morning meditations range from 20minutes to a half hour, simply because he finds it hard to concentrate with people bustling around and the sun rising. Depending on his training schedule for the day, he’ll either set out to find Noa, or he’ll head straight to the ariship hangers to begin working on some project again.

NIGHTLY ROUTINE: He works late into the night, and then, usually long after the moons risen and the stars are deep and bright and the last night owl like him has tucked in for bed, he’ll find a spot in the temple above to sit under the stars and drop into a deep meditation. His nighttime meditations can be anywhere from an hour to two or three. Afterwards he will retire to his bed, waking up in a few hours to begin again.

DEADLY SIN: Wrath

ZODIAC: Capricorn

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral, wanting desperately to be Chaotic Good.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor.

CLASS & SPECIALIZATION: Dual Wield Reaver.

H I S T O R Y :

“After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began. ”

“Mirial.”

It was snowing the morning they came to take him from his mother.

Fein can remember the way it caked on his mother’s eyelashes as she kissed him goodbye. He can remember tears heavy and raw in her throat as she begged them to let her son stay one more year (“he’s so young, too young please he doesn’t understand”). He can remember watching over the shoulder of the Teacher who carried him away, as her figure stood small and alone, wrapped in a blanket, in front of their little hut, watching him leave.

He doesn’t remember her name, or her face, or the name she gave him; but he can never forget the snow, and the tears, and the blanket. They haunt him now, as they did when he was young - specters of the last time he was loved, a remnant of a life seeped in nightmares.

“The Youth Academy.”

When he arrived at the temple, deep in the ice-covered mountains of the Mirialan Youth Academy, he cried for his mother throughout the night. “You will forget in time,” the teachers told him, soothing him through the deep gasping breaths, “In time this will be home.” But it never was. As his tearful nights stretched into tearful weeks, the Teachers grew impatient, “Your actions reflect on all of us,” they would hiss, pulling his head back by the hair to wipe the tears from his eyes with vicious hands, “What do you bring to our culture, to our people, with your tears and whining for a life that meant nothing?”

As they grew increasingly more frustrated, Fein grew afraid of their cruel worlds and harsh hands and, as any child does, learned to hide his tears and his nightmares. When he couldn’t hold them back he would run, hiding himself around corners and through doors, until he’d found a way to the very heights of the Academy.

But the soaring towers didn’t scare him, they exhilarated him. He’d found a place to love in this new world of anger and pain, and soon, he would find any excuse to escape to his refuge. When the deep hours of the night would fall, and the halls of the Academy would grow silent - alone, he would climb to the rafters and let himself feel, let himself cry. Alone he would sit, with none as his witness but the stars.

His nighttime wandering did not come without a price, of course, and it was in that first year that he earned his new name. Fein, the teachers called him after they caught him sleeping through the noon meditations for the third time, For the way you feign the rituals. They thought him lazy, thought him insincere, but the more he tried to explain that he preferred the light of the moon to the light of day for his meditations, the more they scoffed, and the more they punished.

Too young to know the differences, they said, Too young to choose. So, he stopped protesting, stop arguing, and Fein he became.

Angry and bitter, he learned to sleep only a few hours a night. Learned to regulate his breathing until the Night Ward finally drifted to sleep herself, and he could find himself once more at the roof of the Academy. He learned the stars by heart, mapping them in little doodles on his homework throughout the day, and dotting them in the sands of the practice yards with the staves he was supposed to be balancing. It was among those stars that he first saw the distant lights of the strangers’ ship – he watched it land in the early hours of the morning, when the sun had only just begun to edge the purples of the night light pink, and it was in those deepening shadows that Fein saw the Jedi emerge.

His mother had told him of the Jedi, of course. Every child on Mirial knew of the Force – their species was blessed with a deeper connection (more primitive the Masters would tell him later, but he far preferred the Mirialan view) than any other – and Fein had been creating stories in his head of these shining Knights for longer than he could speak.

Fein was the only child they took from the Academies that trip. The Teachers made sure of it. They shoved Fein into the Jedi’s lines - Different, they called him, Wrong. Surely one of yours.

The Jedi waved a tool in front of Fein’s face and nodded, before scooping him up. Ours, the Master murmured into Fein’s hair, and Fein let his hands scrunch just a little harder on his hard canvas traveling cloak.

Ours, the Master’s companion whispered, reaching out a hand to smooth his hair at the back of his neck, as he locked eyes with her’s and refused to blink.

Theirs, Fein let the word burn into his mind, etched in the only stars he’d ever known, as they carried him onto a ship.

“Coruscant.”

His life improved dramatically at the Jedi Temple.

His creche mother noticed his sleep patterns and let him nap during the day, sitting with him during the nights and teaching him how to regulate his breath and let his mind sink into meditative patterns. As he grew, she taught him to harness his anger at his treatment at the hands of the Teachers of Mirial, and reminded him that no matter how much he wanted to blame her, his mother had no choice but to let him leave her.

On Coruscant, Fein distinguished himself as a strong fighter – agile and intuitive, he excelled in the physical side of youngling training. His affinity for clambering up to heights that gave most pause gained him a reputation for recklessness that he hardly sought to dissuade.

His force abilities; however, failed to develop. Where the rest of his Youngling clan was learning to harness minor skills like levitation and control, Fein could barely make a pebble wobble in the dust. “A late bloomer,” his creche mother would soothe in her words made of syrup and honey, “Not all are Masters at first try.” But Fein was impatient, and tired of being the failure.

When his clan were given the title of padawan, Fein begged – pleaded – to be given the same. There must be someone, he argued, anyone who would take a Padawan like him. Finally, a knight stepped forward, took pity on his pleas, and as she reached out to smooth the hairs at the back of his neck in her cool touch he felt the words once more – ours.

Hers, He met her eyes, and knew she would never let him down.

Hers. She kept his hands steady when, months later, the force still would not come.

Hers. He fought back tears as she tied another braid into his hair, another year spent learning, watching, waiting, for the talent that would not come.

Hers. She never wavered, never questioned – always patient in her faith in his abilities.

Hers. Side by side they fought in Wars he did not understand.

Hers. Back to back they circled in the temple’s broken doors when the Order came down.

Hers. She shoved him back, against a drape, and caught the red red red against her own body, and in that moment the Force screamed from him in a vortex of roiling spider colonies, all consuming flames, and deep shadows of coursing blue lightening. The red faded away as the Troopers ran, and his Master’s blood fell heavy on his hands.

Hers. He carried her, blood on his hands, from the screaming burning temple.

Hers. She smoothed the hairs down, against the back of his neck, with cold trembling fingers.

Mine, she murmured, voice choking on blood and death, Run.

A padawan does as his master commands.

“Nowhere.”

He wasn’t on any lists. His name wasn’t shouted by the Stormtroopers as “Wanted.” He was a low ranked Padawan with no visible Force abilities - why would he be counted a threat Oh, they would kill him if they knew him, of that he had no doubt, but when Storm Troopers burst through the door of the bar on the backwater planet he had fled to, he couldn’t find a reason to run, couldn’t find a reason to fight.

“You look like one of them,” one rasped through the breather on his helmet.

“Looks more like no one,” his friend laughed, but they clapped him in shackles all the same.

For two weeks, deep in the bowels of a ship Fein never saw the name of, it was the same routine. His world shrank to three questions, and the same pain.

Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain.

Finally, they realized what all the rest had already known. Fein Komo was no one, knew nothing, and felt nothing.

Useless, broken, and mute; they cut the braids from his head and threw him to the only place on the closest planet that would pay money for him.

“The Fighting Pits.”

Fein himself would have bet on his death first round.

When they drug him to the center of the sand filled arena and his first opponent stood above him, lifting his hands to the cheers of the crowd, Fein assumed he was bound for death. As his opponent’s sword caught the noonday sun in a sharp glint, Fein closed his eyes and thought of a cool touch and soft words.

Hers.

And as soft eyes and blood pooling in the corner of her mouth, the Force ripped out of him once more. One moment his opponent stood in self assured victory, his sword plunging down to sever Fein’s head from his body – the next, the man cowered against the walls of the arena, screaming and begging Fein for mercy.

Kill, the crowd raged, quick to turn on the Champion they had bet blood money on.

Kill¸ the chant echoed in Fein’s ears as he pulled aching limbs from dust.

Kill, the roar deafened as Fein watched demons swirl and twirl and gnaw along the former Champion’s skin.

Kill, it reached a fever pitch as Fein took the sword from the man’s hand, and slid it down between his ribs in one smooth movement.

Kill.

It haunted his dreams, as he slipped from meditation to arena, and back again - once again his reality slipped into routine, and the months passed unnoticed.

By night he lost himself to memories of laughter from high walls and springing from roof top to roof top. Under the stars he let himself run, bare feet slapping against cool marble, through the halls of the temple, only to careen into the waiting arms of his creche mother. Within the cool touch of the moon’s light he lost himself to hours spent training side to side, back to back, with his Master.

By day he forgot all but the roar of the crowd. As his skin browned in the sun’s harsh rays, he took life after life, soaking the burning sands with the blood of men who deserved death no more and no less than he. By the light of the sun he hacked away limbs, severed heads from bodies, and ripped hearts from bloody chests.

He lost himself to the routine, and forgot there was ever a time when the Force didn’t rip through him, leaving the cold taste of vomit in his mouth, as it devoured his enemies. He forgot what is was to be anything but a machine – to be anything more or anything less than the Champion of the Pits, than the Nightmare that Walks.

When they arrived, and stood before his cell one late sunset, they spoke to him of rebellions. Hope, they told him, and he laughed. Broken, empty, and bitter, he asked them what they hoped for.

Peace, they answered, but they knew as little of peace as he did.

He followed, when they opened the door of his cell, but only because somewhere, a cool touch and a quiet claim urged him to run. He followed, and when they landed on Yavin IV, one of them turned, smiled, and said, Home.

Home, he let himself feel the word, as he surveyed the broken ruin of a temple. He had never had a home. Each time he’d allowed himself a moment of peace, a moment of quiet, nightmares had come to tear his home from him.

But now he was the Nightmare.

Now, he would fight for what little home there was.

#:biography #this is basically the same info as the one from the main just a few things added #it was also an excuse to play with photoshop for a little

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( TONI MAHFUD, MALE, HE/HIM) — ✧ that looks like NOAH JAMES ROGERS! they’re the TWENTY EIGHT YEAR OLD SON of STEVE ROGERS (ADOPTED). [ they are also a GRAPHIC DESIGNER at paragon. ] i hear they’re CHARMING & INTUITIVE, but tend to be MANIPULATIVE & CYNICAL. his file says that his power is ENHANCED VISION, ADVANCED COMBAT & WEAPONRY, SKILLED ASSASSIN, GENIUS LEVEL INTELLECT. [ ava’s shield kids wc, rory’s league of assassins members wc, Cooper’s fellow single parents wc, kate bishop’s clients wcs, makena thurman’s accidental victim wc, aeronwy gwynn’s parents club wc, laura kinney’s friend/partner/ally wc, gaia’s artist to her muse wc, wyatt gardner’s fight club wc, lars cobblepot’s friend-ish wc ]

tw death & murder below

Age: 28 DOB: genuine DOB unknown, recorded DOB 17/09/1990 (date of adoption, year of their birth) Hair colour: Dark Brown Eye colour: Blue Height: 6’1 Sexuality: Pansexual Father: Steve Rogers (adoptive) Mother: Unknown Powers: Enhanced vision, advanced weaponry & combat, skilled assassin

HISTORY ;;

You don’t remember being stolen away. You don’t remember your parents screaming, mother crying desperately as she scrambled to reach for you, you don’t remember her cries of agony when they move to silence her. You don’t remember seeing your father already dead on the floor from his attempt to protect you both.

Sometimes you swear you hear her screams in your nightmares, but you can’t be sure. You were barely a year old when it happened.

You’re never told why they chose you. Why they stole you. Why you. And they certainly didn’t raise you to ask anything of them.

You were forged in blood and fire, tools for murder in your hand before you were three years old. Your life was not one of loving arms or sweet words, no mother to hold you and no father to care for you. You had matrons, nannies, instructors. People to turn you cold, turn you hard. Turn you into a living weapon yourself.

As you grow, they learn you were made for this life. Your instincts are sharp, you’re intuitive, you learn things in the blink of an eye. It makes you arrogant, cocky, but hungry for more. Hungry to continue learning, to continue proving yourself, to make sure they know they will not find better.

You are six when Talia’s prodigal son leaves, you are determined to prove yourself. To show that blood is nothing compared to skill, to ability to dedication and loyalty. To make sure Talia knows that her son cannot possibly compare - how can he? He was not chosen, he is what Talia was forced to mould. You were hand-picked, you can prove your worth a hundred times over, and a hundred times more than him.

At eight years old your ability manifests. You can see further than anyone, you can pinpoint targets from across the city, first tens of miles away but with practice tens turn into hundreds. You can see in the dark as though the sun was high in the sky. Your eyes are a gift anyone in your world, the fact that you have been granted with vision that other assassins could only dream to have only feeds your arrogance, your conviction that you are, in fact, the best the League will ever see.

At ten you are made an instructor yourself, left to deal with the younger recruits, the children whose hands need to be hardened to the handles of weapons they are too small to weild. And train them you do, determined to prove those like him are more, are better than blood. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel protective of them, that they weren’t what you would imagine to be younger siblings. But such connections are not encouraged, and while you do your best for them, you know you need to be careful.

You work, you train, you fight until you’re beaten and bloody, hands raw and shaking. You prove yourself time and time again, you handle all missions with an efficiency, power, and anonymity of an assassin more so than the others. You are skilled, more so than the prodigy who abandoned his mother, but by twelve it is apparent the recognition you’ve worked towards is never going to be given.

So, you begin planning. If they will not let you take it, you will find it elsewhere.

It takes 2 years for you to find a way out, to meticulously plan your escape, to leave the League of Assassins. To do so without being killed is practically unheard of, but you find a way. You escape, you disappear into the world you’ve been trained to separate yourself from, you choose a new name and form a new identity, and against all odds.. They do not find you.

It’s a year before he does.

You know who he is before he even speaks, you’ve studied all possible threats you may have needed to eliminate, you know who you are facing. Captain America is an icon, a symbol of everything you were never given the opportunity to know. By all rights, he should take you away, lock you up, make you pay for your crimes, if he knew just who you were.

Instead he takes you home, he gives you a soft bed and warm food, offers you comfort you’ve never experienced before. It takes three months before he can attempt to touch you without you flinching, your mind immediately assuming it’s a threat, another fight to be won, another chance to prove yourself. Another two for you to allow him to hug you - a motion so foreign to you, but so comforting. Comfort you could not possibly deserve, but you’re selfish and Steve’s kindness makes you realise how touch starved you truly are.

His world is bright and pure and full of hope. So different to the world for which you were forged. You are darkness and shadows, sharp edges and secrets. You learn to accept the kindness of a man who should hate you. You learn to make nice with those he calls friends, teammates. Other children your age, children who have grown up with these lives, grown up in the light.

You wonder if this is the life you were meant to have before you were taken. You wonder if this is how things should’ve been. So you try. You love your new father, the man who makes horrible dad jokes and seems to have the patience of a saint. He is the kind of father you could never deserve, but you want to be the good he sees in you. You learn to smile, to joke, to laugh, to live a normal life.

You didn’t expect an aptitude for art, for creating something with your hands, rather than destroying. You’re coming into it a little old, and you know it, but your natural determination to be the best at everything you do drives you, and with Steve’s help you find a comfort in art you never expected. And you’re good at it - maybe not as good as your father, but you work and you practice and you learn, you learn that your hands can be used for more than killing.

School is easy, your education so far advanced that you breeze through the classes that should challenge you. It’s more of a chance to meet others, to learn the vast differences of others in the world. To see more than just the dark, the shadows, the art of being nothing and no one. You should see it as a chance you never had before to make new friends, but instead you learn to manipulate, to charm. Survival of the fittest is so deeply ingrained in you that it’s easier to adapt to survive than to risk something.. new.

Steve trains you, recognises the restlessness in you, knows if he does not you will find the challenge somewhere else. He challenges you, forces you to push yourself, never quite enough to beat him - but maybe it’s because you’re holding back. Because you can’t bring yourself to risk hurting the man who gave you this life.

It’s not enough.

Someone suggests your skills would be suited for SHIELD, the agency you would have worked to dismantle were you still with the League. Your intelligence is no issue - the League never skimped on education, your schooling was compressed and delivered in its entirety before you turned ten, college studies had followed soon after, even as you’d planned your escape. SHIELD should be easy.

Training programs for the agency were a breeze. Your skillset is almost perfectly suited, designed for the espionage-style of work of SHIELD. But there is a requirement for restraint, for mercy, for dedication to a team. And whilst a select few are worth your consideration, perhaps even your care - at large, it’s still not enough.

It’s not you. While SHIELD may not work in the spotlight as your father, they are not in the shadows as you should be. As you were made for.

But you try. For your father, you try. You try to be better. To walk in the light as he does, as he wants for you, but you’re 22 when you take your first life in seven years, and the rush you feel.. As though breathing life into you, reviving you from death, and you know this life will never be enough.

Leaving is much more difficult this time, but necessary. Your ties here can be severed, your friends will replace you with ease, your family - well, you are not really theirs, they will fill the gap with another you’re sure. You’re careful to leave before you can see father’s disappointment at your disregard for life, at your bloodlust. You take what you need and you disappear without a trace, without a word, and without a note.

You’re careful to lie low while he searches, and you have on doubt he hopes to find you but you know him. You know his tactics, his methods, you know just how he will approach this and when he is likely to give up. And when you are sure it’s safe to do so, you make your way into the shadows again.

Your name gains you access to rooms you never expected, poses a challenge - being a Rogers, adopted or otherwise, is enough to get anyone’s attention and once you’re in it’s just a matter of proving what you are. It doesn’t take long for word to spread of the new assassin for hire, efficient and skilled beyond measure.

You expected it to be easy, to fall into your new life. You expected to fall back into the business of killing without a hitch. But you didn’t expect to fall in love.

You’ve never felt this before, you have no idea what it feels like and for a moment you don’t recognise the swooping in your stomach, the lightheaded feeling, the fact that nothing else in the room matters but her.

You didn’t expect her to steal your heart with a smirk and a kiss you can’t forget. You didn’t expect to chase her halfway across Siberia for another. You didn’t expect to find someone who’s made of rough edges just like you, but those edges fit like pieces in a jigsaw puzzles. You didn’t expect it, but once you had it you couldn’t consider your life without it.

She gives you the greatest gift you could imagine. A baby boy with his mother’s smile and your bright blue eyes, and you never knew you could love anything or anyone like this. He steals your heart and you just know there is nothing in the world you wouldn’t do for him, and no one will ever lay a hand on him. Xander Stephen Rogers, you call him.

It all seems to be going to plan until she’s taken from you. In the middle of the night, they come for your family, they come for your child - whether they plan to steal him as you were stolen, or to take him as leverage against you, you’ll never know. She doesn’t let them find out. The crying bundle is settled in your arms and you’re pushed out the door, hushed words to seal a promise that you will protect him from whatever may come and then you’re gone.

She stays behind to fight. You were both ready for this, both of you dreaded it would come but you were prepared. Weapons line your home, a bomb lies in the basement, and you’re barely clear when it goes off, your home and your love going up in flames and.. For the first time, you feel truly powerless.

This is a trip you never intended to make, but you need to lie low until you know your son is safe. He’s barely a year old, and you know you need to protect him at all costs, even if it means leaving your life behind. You take your fortune from murder, your favoured equipment, and you head to Paragon. If for no other reason than because you know one man there who will help you keep your son safe.

PERSONALITY ;;

Noah is arrogant, flippant, and very much a survivor - he will put himself before absolutely everyone with one single exception of his son.

He’s not a good guy - he’s not cruel but he’s not kind. He left the Rogers family for a reason, because he knows he’s not a good person at heart. He’s the kind of person who enjoys killing, who’s an assassin not just because he’s good at it (though there’s that too) but because it’s fun, because it gives him a rush, because it’s part of who he is.

He’s the kind of guy who will be ridiculously soft with his son one moment and turn around and snap at you the next moment if you bother him unnecessarily so be mindful of that. Being soft with Xander doesn’t guarantee a good mood.

There are a few people who can get past his very carefully built walls of arrogance like Steve, Kurt, and Lars

Despite his general lack of care for other people, he is very interested in what he can gain from people and when he wants something from you he will be as charming as you can imagine

He absolutely hates the League and wants nothing to do with them so definitely be careful mentioning them to him

Connections ;;

League of Assassin kids (Rory & Amara & others): Noah spent time training them both when they were still small, and did his best to take care of them as best as is possible in an environment such as the League’s. They didn’t promote attachment or emotional connections, but Noah definitely felt protective of them, and choosing to leave them wasn’t easy

Steve Rogers: Despite having left, part of Noah will always see Steve as his father - Steve gave him a name, a home, the chance at a new life. Without Steve, there’s no knowing what would’ve become of him, and while he may have buried it deep down, part of Noah will always feel guilty for not being able to be the son Steve deserved.

Kurt Rogers: The first real sibling Noah had, and while it took some time for them to navigate exactly what their relationship was like, Noah does care about him. He doesn’t say it and often didn’t show it the way he should have - and certainly doesn’t now - but if anyone tried to hurt Kurt they would have to deal with Noah.

Wanted Connections ;;

The Love of his Life: Okay so I know I said she died, but no one really ever actually dies, right? We’re talking about the woman he fell in love with, the mother of his bouncing baby boy, the one Noah would do anything for. He assumed she died in the explosion and thanks to the people chasing him and Xander he never had a chance to find out. Maybe she survived, maybe she died and was brought back and isn’t quite the same, maybe some weird combination of the two? Who knows. All Noah knows is when he sees her again, it’s going to be absolutely overwhelming and relieving and he will want nothing more than to hold her and never let go.

Best and most rotten friend: Any friendship with Noah is bound to be rough and dramatic, but his best friend would take the cake. The two of them are probably pretty even in their behaviour, both have enough bloodlust to enjoy their line of work, maybe even mirrored twisted pasts in some way. Just someone who understands Noah is not a good person and is totally okay with that, because they’re not either.

Assassin associates: people who have worked with him, who are associated with him via jobs, who are assassins/have been assassins themselves and therefore they would’ve run in the same circles.

Former clients: People who have hired him in the past 6 years. He remembers everyone he’s worked for, he researched each of them before taking a job so he definitely knows a little bit about them. He might choose to extort them to keep the secret that they had someone killed, or he might just be amused to cross their path again.

High school & college friends: People who knew him before he disappeared, either early on when he was still adjusting to his new life or later when he was already charming and charismatic and a bit too manipulative for his own good. Maybe they always knew something was a little off with him, or maybe they were completely fooled by his charm and were left shocked when he left.

i’ll think of more but pls hmu for plots !

#sidekick.intro #death tw #murder tw

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The Night Series Pt.8

Rhysand

Pairing: Rhysand x Reader Words: 949 Hello everyone! This series is based on the world created by the amazing Sarah J. Maas. These characters are totally hers and no hate towards any of them. I love them all. Anyways, this is the eighth “part” of the series, if you want more please do tell so I can keep writing :)

Ps. Sorry for my english! Pps. Sorry for the short chapter :(

CATCH UP! Read Part One here: PART ONE THE NIGHT SERIES MASTERLIST

(Toni Mahfud as Rhysand <3)

Rhysand

“For starters, why is it you care so much on helping me resurrect my mate? What is it in this for you?”, he asked as he refilled my wine glass.

I felt the memories of my traumatic experience starting to appear in my mind, so I took the wine glass and took a big and long sip. I left the almost empty wine glass on the table and looked at him.

“I lost someone a while ago who was very dear to me and didn’t get to say goodbye to them. So, all I want is what you want, High Lord: to get to see them if only once more”.

He was quiet once more as he looked at me. Was my answer enough for him? He took a sip of his wine.

“Rhysand”, he said.

I blinked.

“What?” I asked, confused. “My name is Rhysand. If we’re going on this big quest for a while, you might as well call me by my name”.

I blinked again. Rhysand.

“Rhysand”, I said, testing his name in my mouth.

It almost felt forbidden, calling him by his first name. The intimacy of it had me blushing, which was ludicrous. He just stared at me with faint amusement. I cleared my throat once again.

“Rhysand, we cannot winnow to any of the courts”, I said. “Why?”, he asked. “You know why” “Traces of magic?” “Yes. We cannot leave any traces. It's too risky considering there are still faes out there who are looking for the relics… and well, for me”. “How do you know somebody hasn't already found them?”, he asked. “Believe me, even you would’ve known if that were the case. Gladly, it's not”, I told him as I finished my wine glass.

I had to stop drinking. I was already starting to sway a little.

“Besides, they can’t do anything without the amulet”, I told him. “Where is the amulet?”, he asked.

I laughed a bit. Maybe because I hadn’t told him, maybe because I was a bit drunk from the wine. He looked at me confused, with a hint of a smile. I unhid my necklace from my dress and showed it to him.

“This is the amulet”, I said.

He starred at the green iris of the necklace and then at me.

“Okay, I'll fly us out to wherever we go first.” “I think that, since it's your territory, it would be wise to leave The Night Court for last, so if something goes wrong, we can just winnow here and find the last relic. So, I think we have to start with the one that’s nearer: The Day Court?”, I suggested. “That would be great, except I have matters to discuss with Tarquin at the Summer Court. So that will have to be our first destination”, Rhysand said. “Oh, ok then”, I said. “You'll have to come up with an excuse as to why we’re searching his Court though. Can you do that?”, I asked him. “Do you mind acting a little bit?”, he asked me now.

I shrugged.

“Not really”.

He looked at me then with a tiny smile, as if saying: Then it’s done.

“We're leaving to the Summer Court, then. Grab your things and meet me outside”.

…

Since I didn’t have any things with me, I decided to go to the Ladies’ room before going anywhere else. Rhysand told me the way to the nearest one and as I entered, the first thing I saw was a huge mirror. I walked towards it and took a good look at myself. My hair was a disaster, my eyes looked tired, somehow I had dirt on my face and the black gown I’d worn to the funeral was shredded at the bottom for some reason. Maybe when they’d tied me up in the dungeon they hadn’t noticed and… My eyes felt heavy. Exhaustion hit me right then. It had been a really long day. I hadn’t expected it to go the way it did -with me on the floor with the High Lord, then in a dungeon and then winnowed to Velaris, the secret city, to discuss my secret mission- but I wasn’t mad about it. I was actually happy that Rhysand had accepted to join me on my quest. Suddenly I felt as a tear rolled down my cheek. More and more came down until tears rolled down like a stream. I got the amulet out and whispered:

“I’m coming”.

…

As I exited the Ladies room, I saw a library from my peripheral vision and I couldn’t help but go towards the books. The room was open, so I peered inside. There were hundreds of books inside. I wanted them all. I wanted to touch them, feel them, smell them, and of course, read them. I’d always adored a good book, but since Amarantha and Hybern, I hadn’t had the time to sit down and actually enjoy reading. I was so lost looking at the books that I hadn’t noticed the young fae woman that was reading inside the library. She wore a beautiful blue dress that showed off her slim figure. Her hair was golden brown and she had it braided up her head like a crown. Her face was beautiful even though she had sharp features, but what caught my attention were her eyes. They were filled with a powerful, cunning, cruelty that I’d only ever seen before in kings. I backed away as soon as I saw her close her book. I walked towards the exit, where Rhysand waited for me. Was that fae woman one of The High Lady’s sisters? Because if that were the case… Feyre must’ve been gorgeous.

READ PART 9 HERE: PART NINE

#ACOTAR #ACOMAF #ACOWAR #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #rhysand #rhys x reader #rhysand x feyre #feyrhys #Feysand #rhysand x reader #sarah j. maas #sarah j maas #night court #night series #high lord of the night court #Court of Nightmares #velaris

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Tavi // Best Friend Turned Lover, Possible Poly Ship for Supernatural Horror Site

Face Pictured: Toni Mahfud

Liviana // Unresolved Ex Plot (Multiple Plot Options), Possible Poly Ship for Supernatural Horror Site

It was a sick game she played, but one that filled her with a profound sense of power. She took something strong and made it weak in her grasp.

But then, she left him. With no warning. No note saying goodbye. Nothing. And now, she has returned to Fortune to seek out her long last flame. For what reason, only she knows.

Possible plot lines:

Face Pictured: Malaika Firth

“Briana” Kerry // Worried Sister for Supernatural Horror

Cael and his sister have gone through a lot. They had a rough upbringing, despite their parents best attempts to keep them sheltered from harm.

Soon, they will be reunited, and Briana will be made aware of all that happened to Cael. For better or worse, family sticks together.

Face Pictured: Kiana Ledé

WITCH WANTED FOR RELUCTANT BOND WITH HEADSTRONG FAMILIAR

Age: Open || Occupation: Open || Race: Witch || FC: Stevo Tran (Open)

He needs to be strong, cunning and unwilling to back down because a witch is stronger with his familiar and he wants the power of hers that only he can tap into.

I am pretty open with his want. The face shown above is simply a suggestion. Though I reeeeallly would love you forever if you picked Stevo <3

LOOKING FOR A SUPERNATURAL HUNTER AND BROTHER FOR A SUPERNATURAL HORROR RP

All muscle and very little brains, Leo is everything one would expect in a soldier. He��s dedicated, blindly loyal and stops at nothing to see his mission through. This has made him a valuable asset to the ASP–an organization for Supernatural Hunters. He’s Asher’s right-hand. His most trusted companion and closest confidante. The two are a perfect pair together. Their connection borders on telepathic. Both being men of few words, they seldom communicate anything, yet somehow they still know what the other is thinking and feeling.

Mid-Twenties || Human || Open-Face (Heavy preference toward Stephen James, or another heavily tattooed model)

#jcink premium #character request #horror rp #supernatural rp #fantasy rp #1 year #female character #male character #20s character #30s character #40s character #platonic plot #romantic plot #submission

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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Love Will Remember

Chapter Fifteen: Who are you?

(A/N Brace yourself kiddies 😉)

Lauren’s POV I had been lying on my bed staring up at the ceiling trying forcibly to remember something, anything before this damned accident. But the more I tried, the more my head began to hurt. Everywhere was aching. The painkillers that I was given by Toni…Dr Mahfud were of no use. It did not subdue any of the pain. My family were the first to visit me and treated me as though I was made of glass but I didn’t blame them. There were so many tears exchanged between my friends and family. I didn’t understand why until I was told just how badly injured I was and for how long I was in a coma. Everyone had come to visit me but why did I feel like someone was missing?

My throat started to feel like the Sahara and I saw that there was a glass of water not too far away from the bed, I tried stretching to reach it but I couldn’t reach far before groaning in pain.

“Let me help you,” I paid no attention to the voice coming from the doorway. Continuing to be my stubborn self, I tried to grab the glass of water. The owner of the voice managed to grab the glass before me and brought it to my lips. “All good now?”

It was only when she removed the glass from my lips, I saw her. She was beautiful. She had the most mesmerizing smile and her eyes, oh god, I could get lost in that pool of chocolate. But why was I saying this? I couldn’t help feel something on the inside seeing this girl

I nodded. She awkwardly stood there. I could tell that she wanted to ask something but she was going through an internal battle whether to ask or not.

“So um, how are you feeling? No wait that’s a dumb question. You’re in the hospital so obviously you’re not okay,” I cut off her rambling by giggling which caused her to blush red in embarrassment. I couldn’t help it even though it caused my ribs to ache.

“I’m as good as I can be,” I smiled and she nodded. A silence fell upon us and I could see that she was feeling awkward but it seemed fine to me. “Can I ask you something?”

“Y-yeah,” she stuttered out.

I sighed. “Who…who are you?” the moment those words left my lips, I could practically see the girl’s heart being shattered, her facial expression changed to a deep frown, her eyes started glistening and all I wanted to do was to wrap my arms around her to make everything okay. But I couldn’t because I didn’t know her, or did I?

“I’m Camila. I’m your Camila. Y-you don’t remember me?” she asked, her voice was weak with tears in her eyes that were threatening to fall. But there was something about that name, that name, I felt as though I knew it and something about this girl that seemed all too familiar but yet unfamiliar at the same time.

“No,” I said softly and the tears began, she was about to run out of the room but able to grab her hand to stop her from doing so. I felt a sense of familiarity when my fingers touched her skin. “Please, don’t cry,” it was a shit way to comfort the girl but I didn’t know what to do. She stood there silently crying until I spoke up again, “You said you were, um my Camila. What did you mean by that?”

She sniffled a bit and looked at me dead into my eyes, I felt a raging feeling in my stomach and my heart was hammering in my chest, “I’m your girlfriend.” She had used present tense meaning that she still saw me as her girlfriend even though I couldn’t remember her. Somehow the news was both shocking and it wasn’t. I don’t recall ever being attracted to a girl before the accident but maybe it was just her per say, but I couldn’t help the way I was feeling with her standing there looking at me with so much…love?

“Girlfriend,” I simply stated clicking my tongue. “Wow. That’s something to take in,” I said and she watched me with a confused expression. “How long have we been together?” I asked and she sighed, and combed her hand through her hair. She pulled up a chair next to me remaining a safe distance off as though she was afraid to scare me off but at the same time she didn’t want to be too far away.

“1 year in December,” Camila stated and I nodded.

“Do you, um, did you love me? Were the feelings mutual, I guess?” So many emotions ran through Camila’s face until she settled on one.

Hurt.

“Yes. I do love you, more than anything, Lauren. And yes, the feelings were mutual between us. I’m not too sure how it is now,” she whispered the last part and I could understand why. I felt a tug at my heart when she said that she loves me but my brain wasn’t allowing me to comprehend it.

“Listen, Camila. I don’t want to hurt you or anything, believe me. You seem like a nice girl and it’s not…I didn’t mean to forget you, I really wish I hadn’t. I want to remember you, trust me. I do but I..I can’t and I,” she raised a hand to silence me, so I did just that.

“You don’t have to apologize, Lauren. I guess a part of me just really hopes that this isn’t true and that you’d remember me when you wake up but I know that’s not the case,” the girl who claimed she was my girlfriend said. For all I know, this girl could’ve been lying to me but that thought goes as quickly as it came when I see the way she looks at me. Her eyes are filled with concern and love..love that I don’t know if I’d be able to reciprocate anytime soon or ever again.

I didn’t say anything, I closed my eyes and I tried, I really tried to remember who this girl was and why she made me feel these things that I don’t even remember feeling…not even with him. I sighed after realizing I wouldn’t be remembering anything today and rubbed my aching temples. I assumed she left but when I reopened my eyes, she was still sitting there staring at me. I should feel uncomfortable, but I don’t.

“Hey, Lauren. How are you feeling?” it was Taylor. She went to grab some food and a cup of coffee, whilst my parents went home to freshen up. “Oh hey, Camila. I didn’t think you would still be here,” my sister added, so Taylor knew her.

“Hi Tay, yeah I can leave if you want me too..” Camila mumbled but by the sound of that, I assumed she didn’t want to leave. But Taylor simply shrugged and approached my bed.

“You look a bit better, Laur. Mom and dad would be back soon. Just a heads up, you’re going to need a babysitter and as much as I’m sure your lovely girlfriend would want to do that, she has to work,” Taylor grinned. Girlfriend. It was such a strange thing for me to even think about. Not that having a girlfriend was strange but the mere fact that even after all this, me not remembering her, she still considered me her girlfriend. Right now, I didn’t know what to think. Did I want to be with her or not? I have to focus on getting better and trying to regain my memory.

“You’re thinking really hard over there, sis. What’s up? Or did you want me to give you and Camila some alone time?” Taylor glanced from me to Camila to back to me. But the sombre expression on the brunette’s face threw my sister off. “Am I missing something?” she asked completely oblivious to the fact that I don’t remember my own girlfriend.

Camila sighed and stood up. “She doesn’t know who I am, Tay,” I distinctly heard the hurt laced in her voice when she uttered those few words. Taylor’s eyes opened widely.

“What? But you..Laur, you..she’s your girlfriend!” Taylor said looking at me. “You can’t forget her, she’s…she’s been here every day waiting for you to wake up! How can you forget her?” Camila rested her hand on my sister’s shoulder to calm down.

“It’s fine, Tay. Don’t worry. I should probably be going anyway. I have to work,” Taylor nodded and Camila looked at me, she was fighting back her tears, “I’m glad you woke up, Lauren. I’d see you tomorrow?” it wasn’t a statement but a question. I guessed that she didn’t know where we stood now given that I didn’t remember her and she didn’t want to seem pushy.

I nodded. “I’d like that. I’d see you tomorrow,” she slowly approached me, gauging my reaction. I felt a pair of soft lips against my cheek. Before I could register what had happened, she pulled away and looked me in the eyes. The tingling sensation on my cheek where her lips had been made me realize just how much my body enjoyed that little form of contact from the girl even though I didn’t know what to think about it.

Then she walked away without a word.

My sister followed her out the room; maybe wanting to talk about how she was really dealing with all this. As soon as Camila exited the room, I heard a faint sob and I knew that this was hurting her. I felt a tug at my heart again but I tried to ignore it, this was a girl I didn’t know. Why would I feel hurt by just hearing her cry, if I couldn’t remember her?

Seeing her walk away, feeling her kiss against my cheeks, brought back a sense of familiarity. My head started throbbing, something flashed in my mind. I couldn’t see anyone but the voice…it was hers.

*Flashback*

“Laur, stop I’m going to be late for work,” I heard a cute giggle.

“No. Don’t leave me. I’m going to miss you,” I could’ve practically heard the pout I had being formed in my voice.

“Baby, it’s only for a few hours. I’d be back. You can always stop by the studio,” it was Camila. Her voice was so soft and soothing. It made my heart clench.

“Okay. Fine. Just leave me here to die without you,” I said dramatically, eliciting that giggle yet again. It seemed like the first time I was hearing it and I couldn’t get enough.

“I love you,” Camila said seriously.

“I love you too.”

*End of Flashback*

There was a knock at my door, which managed to pull me out of whatever that was that just happened. I couldn’t comprehend it, but I knew the persons were Camila and I. I told her I loved her.

My mom stuck her head in. “Hey sweetie. You’re awake! I just saw Camila leaving here,” she said approaching my bed. “I’m sure she’s glad that you’re awake.” I sighed. I tried to hide the expression of confusion on my face after that memory? I’m not sure what to call it.

I didn’t know how to respond to what my mom said. Camila clearly did seem happy to see me but I know that me not remembering her is killing her. It would hurt anyone if their girlfriend doesn’t have a clue as to who they are. “Taylor told me about everything. It’s okay, sweetie. Your memory will come back.”

“And what if it doesn’t come back, mami?” I asked and she sighed, she picked up my hand and brought it to her lips kissing it.

“Then you can always make new ones. And Camila, she understands. It hurts but I know she doesn’t hold it against you. She loves you more than anything,” my mom said and she grinned.

“Did I love her?” I asked and my mom scoffed.

“Love her? Mija, you were obsessed with her. You two were practically ‘goals’ as the young people call it. I never saw you as in love and happy as you were. She was a tough egg to crack, but you didn’t give up. But I can’t tell you just how much you love her, your love is indescribable. Your memories maybe gone, mija but here,” my mom touched my chest where my heart was situated, “here is where the love is. It’s not gone; you just have to find a way to tap back into it.”

I listened to every word my mom said, if this was true, if I really loved her more than I loved him, then Camila was special; more than special.

“Oh! I completely forgot! Lauren, as you know you’re not fully capable to do anything for yourself given that your leg is broken and you won’t be able to use it for a few months. Your father will be at work so I’m taking time off to take care of you or until you can take care of yourself.”

As far as I knew, I didn’t need a caretaker. I could take care of myself; I didn’t want to have to burden my parents with the responsibility of having to take care of me. My parents and I haven’t quite discussed what I will be doing after I come out of the hospital but I knew for a fact, that I will have to take some time off from college and I don’t think my mother would allow me out of her sight so I might have to move back home with my family for a while. But somehow, I didn’t feel quite happy about moving back home with my family. I loved the freedom that I got living on my own with my friends, it was something new and I loved it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family but sometimes you just need to get away.

I just really hope that things can go back to the way it was. I’m not someone who likes to stay off their feet and do nothing. I just hope my life doesn’t change that drastically.

*** I’m sorry. Don’t hate me. Hope you enjoyed the chapter nonetheless 😂

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