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ophelia-selwyn · 5 years ago

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OPHELIA SELWYN is a SLYTHERIN whose favorite subject is ARITHMANCY, maybe because they are INTELLIGENT but also ABRASIVE. They might be so popular because they look like ZENDAYA COLEMAN, can you believe they are a SIXTH YEAR? rumors say they support NEUTRAL (leaning towards THE ORDER). where do they go from here?

The Basics

Full Name: Ophelia Diana Selwyn Age: 16 House: Slytherin Blood Status: Pureblood (per public knowledge - secretly the daughter of a squib) Personality Traits: Passionate, Loyal, Competitive, Abrasive

Wand: 10", Beech wood with dragon heartstring core Career Aspiration: Undecided Extracurriculars: N/A Patronus: Ophelia has not been able to produce a non-corporeal patronus yet. Boggart: Her brother as the Minister of Magic.

Grades: Ophelia, while not a particularly gifted witch, gets top marks in all her classes by sheer determination and hard work.

About Ophelia

Ophelia is the second child and bastard daughter of Godfrey Selwyn, a well-respected member of the Pureblood community and the owner of the Apothecary in Diagon Alley. She was the result of a one-night-only affair, and when her mother died in childbirth, her father took her in and raised her, which caused quite the stir in the family (and pureblood society) when she first arrived. While she was (for the most part) treated as any other member of the family, she has always felt different, and like an outsider.

Ophelia has a very strained relationship with her older brother, Nicolas. Nicolas’ mother divorced their father not long after Ophelia came into the picture, and a part of him will always blame Ophelia for the dissolution of his family. And on Ophelia’s end, she feels like she is constantly compared to her older brother, and found wanting. While Nicolas is naturally very gifted with magic and considered by all to be a ‘legitimate heir,’ Ophelia struggles and feels like she has to fight for her power and work ten times harder just to keep up. It’s caused them to have a very competitive, contentious dynamic.

Her mother’s identity was always a secret, but after sneaking around in her father’s study one night this summer, she discovered the truth: her mother was a squib. It suddenly made sense why magic never came as easily to her. She has yet to tell anyone that she knows the truth about her parentage. Right now, she still has the privilege of coming from a Pureblooded family, but as soon as everyone knows she’s half-Squib, she’ll be branded no better than a Mudblood or a blood traitor. Further, it would bring shame to her father, which is something she is desperate to avoid.

Her family has always been outwardly neutral (if slightly old-fashioned) in their views towards blood purity; they benefit from the prejudice, but it’s best for the family business if they don’t pick a side. However, in light of the revelations about her own blood status, Ophelia is strongly leaning towards the Order, and will eventually join and become a fervent supporter. Nicolas, on the other hand, will choose the opposite side and join the Death Eaters, which will further deepen the divide between the two siblings.

Ophelia is not a very skilled witch (she suspects due to her mother’s squib influence), but she makes up for it with determination. She will work harder and longer than anyone else to make up for what she views as her shortcomings.

A little bitter that even though the war is “over” and with that, the threat to Muggleborns is “gone,” there will never be a time when Squibs are accepted.

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lilxevans · 5 years ago

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LILY EVANS is a GRYFFINDOR whose favorite subject is POTIONS, maybe because they are KINDHEARTED but also CONTROLLING. They might be so popular because they look like ZOEY DEUTCH, can you believe they are a SEVENTH YEAR? rumors say they support DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY. where do they go from here?

hi everyone! i originally had written here that i was gonna keep this short and sweet but it quickly got long so uh SORRY

my name is char, i’m bringing the lovely lily evans to this lovely rp!

a super fun fact is that i’ve actually never written lily before, so i’m super excited to bring this brand new character (to me, obviously, we’re all quite familiar with the lass on a basic level haha) to life!!!

intro:

lily joy evans was born to mark and denise evans on january 30th, almost exactly two years after her sister petunia. the word almost is something lily is quite thankful for -- if she had been born two days later, she would have shared her birthday with tuney, and her big sister would probably hate her even more than she presently does.

with a college professor for a mother and a politician for a father, lily was absolutely raised to be a firecracker. she’s just as big into muggle politics and various movements as she is interested in wizarding politics. her mother raised her to be a strong, outspoken woman, and damn if she doesn’t listen to her mother.

finding out she was a witch was the best thing that ever happened to her, and she has severus to thank for that discovery, several years before they first came to hogwarts. magic was incredible - magic is incredible - and even now she’s constantly amazed at what it can do.

magic also ruined her relationship with her sister. they were always so close, but things changed when lily did. they started to argue more, and petunia constantly had several choice nicknames for her. admittedly, lily did fire back. but tuney always started it!

holidays at home are still a little weird. luckily, petunia started dating that awful vernon guy a couple years back, and now she spends most of her time with him. still, lily misses her old friendship with her sister.

she is very good at all of her classes (with the exception of ancient runes but we DON’T talk about that), thanks to how very hard she works. lily spends an insane amount of time studying, because she’s fairly certain if she even misses one note she’ll start flunking everything.

besides her own constant need for perfection, a large part of this is because she’s a muggleborn. she knows half the school believes people like her shouldn’t even perform magic, and she’s determined to prove that she’s able to do just as much as pureblood magicfolk and more.

her fifth year she was made prefect, and held onto that title until she was named head girl this year. she’s very excited about this, glad to have one more thing to shove in the faces of those blood supremacist arseholes (and something that she can use to help better the school, suuuuure. ...but mostly that first thing) but at the same time, it’s just adding to the pile of stress that is seventh year at hogwarts.

regarding the fall of voldemort, she isn’t convinced it’s fully over. just because one man dies, doesn’t mean his legions of prejudiced followers are going to stop what they’ve been doing for years. hearing that voldemort was dead, though, was like the biggest wave of relief washed over her. if they could stop him, they could stop the rest of them.

but now... she has to think about what she’ll be doing after school. it was no question that after hogwarts she was going to do something for the cause, help where she could against the growing group of death eaters and their attacks, but if the troubles are truly over, what comes next?

quick fun things:

big quidditch fan, catch her in the front row bleachers of every game, fully decked out in gryffindor gear, even some fun enchanted face paint to boot

the type of girl to try and befriend literally everyone, but she WILL hold an annoying grudge if the friendship falls out for whatever reason

survives off of coffee, which she definitely enchants but will never admit to. it’s how she manages hardly ever sleeping

a very benevolent god when it comes to being head girl, she will fully look the other way as long as it isn’t hurting anyone and won’t also get her in trouble

...unless she thinks you’re an asshole

she found a way to get around the whole “no technology in the castle” thing (which, by the way, she is convinced was a rule put in place to stop the muggleborn students from being too powerful. just IMAGINE if they had access to technology at school), and has brought her full record collection to school. can be heard blasting muggle music on her record player regularly, and she’ll bring it down to the common room on weekends or for parties

it’s her way or the highway ladies and gents, she will get very annoyed if things don’t go her way lol. she finds what she can control and she grabs on tight, and if something is out of control it bothers her to no end

she loves to argue, it’s one of her favorite hobbies.

oh and her pet is a black cat named taffy! petunia pointed him out as a joke when they were shopping for pets before lily’s first year (”a freak black cat for a witch! wouldn’t that be perfect!”) but the idea quickly stuck.

#svhqintro #this got out of hand #if anything doesnt make sense in my defense its 3am

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cvnismajor · 5 years ago

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( CISMALE , HE/HIM ) SIRIUS BLACK is a GRYFFINDOR whose favorite subject is DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS, maybe because they are WITTY but also RECKLESS. They might be so popular because they look like ARON PIPER and they are a PUREBLOOD, can you believe they are a SEVENTH YEAR? rumors say they support OOTP. where do they go from here?( cat, 21, she&her, gmt+1 )

sirius is the firstborn son of orion and walburga of the ancient, noble house of black. he was the heir, which meant that from the moment sirius was born, he would have to be taught how to become a proper pureblood son. his parents couldn’t offer him any love or affection; but punishment, restrictions and torment on the other side, they could provide anytime. though the worse they treated him, the more sirius defied them.

the disappoinments didn’t end at hogwarts when sirius got sorted into gryffindor - once again, he continued breaking his family’s traditions. it was the first time he was out of his ‘bubble’, meeting people who his parents wouldn’t have approved of. james potter, remus lupin and peter pettigrew weren’t just his best mates - they were his brothers.

at this point, sirius would do anything to piss off his parents. he began to embrace muggle culture, specifically their music and clothing. he’d hang gryffindor banners all over his room, even if his mother kept burning them. he’d get bad grades on purpose to bring ‘shame’ upon the blacks even furthermore.

the summer before sixth year though, sirius had decided he’d had enough. it was completely impulsive when he packed his bags and left, never looking back - at first, he had no idea where he was going to go or what he was going to do but thankfully, the potters were kind enough to take him in, so it all worked out at the end. the only thing sirius regrets leaving behind was regulus, his little brother - perhaps if he’d tried harder, he could’ve been saved. maybe he wasn’t a lost cause, after all.

now that voldemort’s dead, sirius feels relief. but a part of him knows the fight isn’t quite over yet.

personality wise, sirius is a riot. his attention span is non-existent and he thrives in chaos. he usually doesn’t think before he speaks or acts, which often lands him in trouble. he’s matured a bit more now that he’s in his last year, though sirius does still enjoy a good prank.

despite it all, he’s still a black and sirius could definitely be considered arrogant.

there’s a reason his animangus form is a dog - sirius is incredibly loyal to those he cares about and would do anything to protect them.

he’s also incredibly stubborn - arguing with him is like talking to brick wall. he’s slow to forgive and can hold a grudge.

sirius doesn’t do relationships -- meaningless flings and one-night stands are all he’s willing to do.

he’s bisexual and open about it

a lot smarter than people give him credit for - if only he’d put it to a good use

smokes like a chimney, can always be seen with a cigarette between his lips

overall fun to be around, but he can definitely be a bit too much for some people

refuses to admit his unresolved trauma and how exactly he knows so much about the unforgivable curses

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evienott · 5 years ago

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( CISFEMALE , SHE/HER ) EVELYN “EVIE” NOTT is a GRYFFINDOR whose favorite subject is ANCIENT RUNES, maybe because they are FREE-SPIRITED but also RECKLESS. They might be so popular because they look like DANIELLE CAMPBELL and they are a PUREBLOOD, can you believe they are a SIXTH YEAR? rumors say they support NEUTRAL. where do they go from here? ( asbury, 25, they/them, est )

basics —

Full Name: Evelyn Matilda “Evie” Nott

Age: Sixteen

Birthday: November 11; Scorpio

Blood Status: Pureblood

personality —

(+) Positive Traits: Free-spirited, curious, steadfast, confident

(-) Negative Traits: Reckless, hedonistic, petty, vindictive

life at hogwarts —

House: Gryffindor

Year: Sixth

Wand: Blackthorn wood, 8 and ½ inches, with a phoenix tail feather, slightly swishy.

Best Class: Ancient Runes

Worse class: Arthimancy

Pets: A skunk named Priscilla (the sprayer has been removed), an arctic fox named Ghost, a puffskein named Arizona, and a giant purple toad named Magnolia (sorry to everyone in Gryffindor tower)

Boggart: Herself soaked in water after drowning

Patronus: Unknown (she hasn’t been able to produce one)

Extracurriculars: Gryffindor Quidditch team (beater), dueling club

biography —

(tw: pregnancy)

Chapter 1.

Growing up as the youngest child in a family that belonged to the Sacred 28 wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. From a young age, Evelyn realized to tread lightly, to watch her step and to hide behind her mother for protection. Her father wasn’t the most empathetic of individuals, or empathetic at all, and she had learned that the silence in their house was a bad sign very quickly. When she and her brother were in trouble, their father didn’t raise his voice, which only made him more menacing. And it didn’t take much for him to get angry. Unfortunately, his temper was something Evelyn had inherited. Despite her mother continually telling her not to cause an argument or to talk back, Evelyn never listened and always let her short fuse get the better of her. Growing up meant she was forming her own opinions and becoming her own person and, while her mother still held onto her pureblood ideals, she was far more tolerant than Evelyn’s father. Once, while her mother was out shopping, she’d ignored the calls to go inside and continued playing. Her father was angry at her behavior and locked her outside while thunderclouds began to roll over the area, despite her horrible fear of drowning.

Her parents had only been teenagers when they had her, unprepared to raise two children when they hadn’t even loved each other to begin with and when Evelyn was old enough, they divorced. Where her brother chose to stay with their father, Evelyn went with their mother. She’d always been closer to her to begin and she begged Leo to join them, but he had refused and stayed with their father. That had been crushing to her as a seven year old, but nothing she said had changed his mind. Despite their separation, she did her best to stay close to her brother, writing letters as often as she could and eagerly awaiting a letter from him in return. Other than Alecto Carrow, who she had spent a lot of time with, getting shoved into a room together during dinners with their parents, Leo was her best friend and being away from him hurt.

Chapter 2.

It was almost with a sick sense of satisfaction that Evie got sorted into Gryffindor. It would have given her father a heart attack if she knew and remembering that he wasn’t a good person and her brother had chose to stay, she wished it would. Being the kind of person he was, she had very clear desires that she wanted from her father: for him to die. That Hat had almost a genuine hatstall, trying to figure out where to put her. Her curiosity spoke to Ravenclaw, her propensity towards nursing animals back to health to Hufflepuff. Slytherin was briefly considered but she firmly asked not to be placed there, because it would mean she was the type of person her father wanted her to be and that was the last type of person she wanted to be. At every point the Hat made, she argued against it, not even sure what she was arguing for. Fed up, it had asked where she wanted to be put and she said Gryffindor, without hesitation. Why? Because it would make a large majority of the Sacred 28 angry and that was fun for her (despite the Hat saying that was a very Slytherin reason). It had called out Gryffindor four minutes after Evie had the Hat placed upon her head.

The first animal she brought in with her was a toad, named Magnolia, and it was her best friend for the first few months of school. The toad usually perched on her head and she took to wearing her hair in a manner that helped her rest comfortably. Spring break of her first year, she returned with a rabbit she had saved from a polecat and nursed back to heath. No one had known she snuck it in until one of the older girls noticed it had escaped from the first year dorms. Even her mother thought it had been released into the wild. That started the long standing (six years as of the beginning of school this year) tradition of her seeing how many animals she could smuggle into the castle. The girls in her year have generally agreed that as long as she cleaned up after them, they didn’t have an issue and the girls in the years below were thrilled to be involved in such a secret. This is the first year she’s ever been so brazen as to enter the castle with three pets that aren’t allowed. (Although a bat was probably her most ambitious of them, but it escaped after Peeves startled her. Rumour has it, the bat is still flying around the castle somewhere.)

Chapter 3.

Though her father was a Death Eater, her mother had never gotten a Dark Mark herself. She followed the ideals, though not as stringently, and as distance passed and she was separated from her ex-husband, her mother’s views had opened up far more and she’d proven to be kinder and more tolerant than her ex. That had introduced a whole new set of ideals for Evelyn. Despite having grown up best friends with one of the Dark Lord’s more devoted followers, she firmly doesn’t believe in the ideas he preached. Part of her chalks it up to having had her mother’s influence affect her, but a small part of her knows that even if she’d been raised by both of them and her father was in her life, she wouldn’t have become a Death Eater purely out of spite. They both had tempers, their anger clashed. Evie never took it lying down as a child and had found hatred for him very young. Anything she could do to piss him off, she would.

It didn’t even hit her until her fourth year that she was living out of spite and to anger a man who didn’t give a damn about her. Who probably had never heard about any of the things she had been doing. Or rather, the people she had been doing. But by that point, it had been too late for her to change her ways, because she found herself throwing up one morning and realized with a horrible thought that she was late. An emergency trip to St. Mungo’s confirmed that she was pregnant. And despite her trying to convince her mother to let her stay in the castle over breaks so she didn’t have to admit the truth, she had to return home. Though her mother would have allowed her to be homeschooled for the rest of the year so she didn’t have to attend school pregnant (as she had done with Leo), Evie went back and had her daughter, slightly premature, three days after the end of her fourth year. Despite how badly she wanted to keep her daughter, the adoption had already been planned out.

Chapter 4.

Any therapist worth their salt would say that she channeled the pain from giving up her child into taking care of animals and, if she wasn’t still upset over it, Evie would probably agree with them. But she had never been the type to slow down and being pregnant had kept her from the dueling club, from playing quidditch, and generally being comfortable. She pretends that she isn’t upset, that the year and a half it’s been has been enough time to heal the hurt, but it hasn’t. She just allows herself to find new things to fill the gap, keep her entertained, and maybe she can pretend it didn’t happen. At the very least, news of the Dark Lord falling had distracted her over the summer. Her mother had reached out to her brother, and she’d even heard that her father wasn’t doing too well. A very large part of her was glad. He didn’t deserve to be doing well.

But she was worried about her brother. Leo, who had stayed with him, who had conceivably joined the Death Eaters in their father’s footsteps. It doesn’t seem like him, like the Leo he was behind the mask, when they were together, but people did what they had to do to survive and her brother was no exception. Frankly, she’s glad he’s dead, but primarily because she had a vendetta against anything that made her father happy. Despite knowing that she hasn’t seen or heard from him in years or that he doesn’t care how she’s doing, she still wants him to suffer in every way imaginable. If she has to, she’ll even take matters into her own hands.

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regblackx · 5 years ago

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( CISMALE , HE/HIM ) REGULUS BLACK is a SLYTHERIN whose favorite subject is POTIONS, maybe because they are CALCULATING but also NAIVE. They might be so popular because they look like THOMAS DOHERTY and they are a PUREBLOOD, can you believe they are a SIXTH YEAR? rumors say they support DEATH EATERS. where do they go from here?

BASICS —

Full Name: Regulus Arcturus Black

Age: Sixteen

Birthday: February 29; Pisces

Blood Status: Pureblood

PERSONALITY —

(+) Positive Traits: Calculating, polite, scrupulous, insightful

(-) Negative Traits: Naive, jealous, zealous, haughty

LIFE AT HOGWARTS —

House: Slytherin

Year: Sixth

Wand: Silver lime wood, 10 and ¾ inches, with a dragon heartstring, unyielding.

Best Class: Potions

Worse class: Herbology

Pets: A Turkish Angora black cat named Midnight

Boggart: Sirius dying (by Regulus’ own hand)

Patronus: Non-corporeal

Extracurriculars: Slytherin Quidditch team (seeker), Slytherin Prefect, Slug Club

BIOGRAPHY —

(tw: child abuse)

I. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Regulus had been destined for greatness. The Black family wasn’t the worst one out there but they were no where near as perfect as they could be. From a young age, he learned that children were to be seen and not heard, to always appear tidy, to never speak back (that lesson had been punctuated with a slap to the face). But Regulus had always been a fast learner. Even as a child, he exemplified good manners and the few times he didn’t, it was because he was emulating Sirius. That was a lesson he learned very quickly not to do. Instead of imitating his brother, he began to do whatever he could to be the perfect child.

He was a very pompous child, refusing to play outside for fear of getting dirty and angering their mother. Instead, he spent hours inside reading, hardly making a sound. It became perfectly clear from a young age which of the two boys Walburga preferred. And it wasn’t hard to pick a favorite: the one who spoke back to her or the one who accepted her every word without question, without even the slightest hesitation. He hung onto them, built his whole world around them, and never saw the point in venturing outside of the world he’d built on her words.

II. The Brother Black

Despite Regulus looking down on Sirius for his impertinence, there were often moments he found it funny. Because it was Sirius saying it. And if Regulus built a whole world around Walburga’s words, Sirius was a god in that world. Regulus wanted to be just like him, he adored everything Sirius did. Growing up, he wished he was half as brave as Sirius was, because Sirius was his hero. He could do no wrong in Regulus’ eyes. And the moments where Sirius got in trouble and Regulus was an innocent bystander, he only kept himself quiet to save himself, and to potentially save Sirius from more retribution from their mother. If Regulus had spoken up on his behalf, she wouldn’t have taken being questioned by both children and would have hurt Sirius to teach Regulus a lesson, because Sirius was the most important person to Regulus.

Even when Sirius failed to uphold family traditions by being sorted into Gryffindor, Regulus held out hope. There would only be one more year before he joined Sirius at Hogwarts but that year alone with their parents was enough. Without Sirius there to help counteract some of the things he was told, Regulus fell into a dark place. At the very least, it was better than being hurt for talking back. The next year, when Regulus went to Hogwarts and proved once more that he was Walburga’s perfect son. His mindset had been tainted by their poisonous values and as such, he’d begun to hold those values close to himself. She thought the Dark Lord had some good ideas so Regulus began idolizing the Dark Lord. She spoke about mudbloods being filthy and half-bloods being worse and Regulus began to look down on them. Despite having spent all of the previous year looking forward to being at Hogwarts with his brother, Regulus began to pull away.

III. Regulus Arcturus

The following years at the Black house became a war of their own. Walburga and Sirius were constantly arguing, Orion did absolutely nothing to help because he was too afraid of his wife, and Regulus hid out in his room during the breaks in the school year. Previously he’d stayed quiet because he was afraid of his words being the reason Sirius was hurt but now it was because he wasn’t interested. They’d been told for years what was expected of them and Sirius kept refusing to be that person. It wasn’t that hard, Regulus had quelled his own instincts and conformed to what he should be and he failed to understand just why Sirius couldn’t.

But he still winced when he heard the screaming, the sound of unforgivable curses being said so cruelly. That was still his brother and it took everything within him to stay in his room and not get involved. Eventually Sirius would learn.

Except he didn’t. Instead of trying to learn, he ran away. And he’d left Regulus behind. His mother burned him off the tapestry a week later, when she figured out that he wasn’t coming back. Regulus found himself poking around in Sirius’ room not long after. In his haste, he’d left things behind and one of those was a photograph of him and his so called Marauders. Before he could get caught in Sirius’ room, he’d left, taking the picture with him. It ended up burnt in the fireplace hours later.

The following September, whatever connection the two of them had been severed beyond repair. Before that, things had been a little distant and tense but never outwardly malicious, despite Regulus’ many, many attempts to pick a fight with his brother, if he wasn’t outright dismissive of him. But when Sirius ran, he had picked his family and it wasn’t Regulus.

IV. R.A.B

He withdrew from everyone entirely, but began expressing more and more interest in Death Eaters. During Christmas that year, his uncle began to express concern at the hollow expression he wore but Walburga shrugged off the concern. He was simply acting as a pureblood boy should. And it only made him feel vindicated, secure that he was in the right and Sirius, no longer his brother, had made a mistake.

He got his Dark Mark for his sixteenth birthday, the only thing he’d truly wanted, along with a kitten given to him by his Uncle Alphard because he feared for his mental state. The cat was a tiny thing, one Regulus cared nothing for but it would be safer with him at Hogwarts than it would at Grimmuald Place with his mother.

Where he was once the quiet boy, silently idolizing his brother, he wasn’t anymore. Being alone with their mother had only seen his violent streak grow, as he learned that people were easily manipulated by fear and if fear didn’t work, violence would. Despite his blood lust and hunger to join the Death Eaters, he doesn’t understand what exactly they’ve done. He’d grown up at Grimmuald Place, afraid of his mother but untouched by the war.

There’s no saying how he’ll react the first time he’s told to kill someone after graduation. It might just be the thing that opens his eyes.

But he might just say Avada Kedavra instead.

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yulisong-blog · 5 years ago

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&. BASICS

Full Name: Yuli Song

Nicknames: Li Li ( given by his mom & lil sister ), Puppy ( his older sister ), Gumby ( given by his asshole brothers )

Age: Twenty-Six

Sexuality: Pan-sexual

Date of Birth: October 12th, 1994

Place of Birth: Seoul, Korea

Gender & Species: Cis!Male, Werewolf

Current Location: Shadow Valley | His family moved to the town when he was six after his father died.

&. MORE BASIC INFO

Languages: Korean, Japanese, Mandarin, English

Religion: Agnostic

Education: B.A. in Creative Writing

Occupation: Freelance Writer / Barista at The Ugly Mug

Drinks, Smokes, & Drugs: Drinks occasionally, doesn’t smoke or do drugs.

&. PERSONALITY

Zodiac Sign: Libra

MBTI: ISFP

Likes: Coffee, Black Tea, Hiking, Bonfires, Camping, A good book, Wandering in Museums, The smell of rain, fall nights.

Dislikes: Too much sugar, overly hot days, talking about himself, his older brothers, small talk { he’s not good at it }, people bending the bindings of books

Bad Habits: He chews on his nails/cuticles when he’s nervous, fidgets when uncomfortable.

Secret Talent: He can sing and play the piano

Hobbies: Cooking { he likes to try really complicated dishes }, Collecting vintage records, Gardening

Fears: Having his heart broken, Being alone in the world, Spiders and Large Snakes.

Five Positive Traits: Compassionate, Flexible, Imaginative, Protective, Trustworthy

Five Negative Traits: Aimless, Clumsy, Naive, Predictable, Socially Awkward

&. APPEARANCE

Tattoos: None

Piercings: One Ear Pierced

&. FAMILY INFORMATION

Parent Names: Jowoon Song { mother } | Daeseung Song { father, decease }

Parent Relationship: Yuli is pretty close to his mother. She tends to baby him a lot more then she does his older brothers. Its both annoying and endearing all in one. You could definitely say that Yuli is a mamma’s boy. He wanted to make her happy and proud. Though he knows that sometimes he’s not an easy son to have for her. But his mother rarely scolds him. As for Yuli’s father, he doesn’t have a lot of memories of the older man. Though the ones that he does are always happy. So he figures that is a good thing.

Sibling Names: Hyoseo, Minjae { older brothers } | Yina { older sister } | Chaeyun { younger sister }

Sibling Relationship: For the most part Yuli get along with his siblings. Probably more so with his sisters then his brothers. His brothers tend to be a little harsh with him. Which he figures is normal but a bit exhausting if he is really being honest about it all. Both of them are the complete opposite of him. As his mother says that are “manly” and Yuli is “sensitive.” He’s sure she means it as a compliment but it feels like a insult and that is exactly how his brothers throw it at him. His sister are far more agreeable to him and he loves them to pieces. He may not be overly “manly” like their older brothers but he is extremely protective of them. Some of his rare moments of aggression as been in the mitts of sticking up for them.

Other Relevant Relative: Dasim Rhodes { maternal aunt }, Alex Rhodes { uncle by marriage }

&. HEADCANONS

tba

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ritaskeeterx · 5 years ago

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( CISFEMALE , SHE/HER ) RITA SKEETER is a RAVENCLAW whose favorite subject is TRANSFIGURATION, maybe because they are OBSERVANT but also NARCISSISTIC. They might be so popular because they look like VIRGINIA GARDNER, can you believe they are a SEVENTH YEAR? rumors say they support NEUTRAL. where do they go from here?

BASICS —

Full Name: Rita Celeste Skeeter

Age: Seventeen

Birthday: October 13; Libra

Blood Status: Half-Veela

PERSONALITY —

(+) Positive Traits: Charming, observant, compassionate, idealistic

(-) Negative Traits: Narcissistic, self-indulgent, dishonest, passive-aggressive

LIFE AT HOGWARTS —

House: Ravenclaw

Year: Seventh

Wand: Hornbeam wood, eight and a quarter inches, with a veela hair core, from her great-great grandmother

Best Class: Transfiguration

Worse class: Alchemy

Pets: A Northern Pygmy Owl named Charlotte

Boggart: People whispering about her

Patronus: Russian Blue cat

Extracurriculars: None

BIOGRAPHY —

ACT I

October 13th, 5:42 AM. Rita Skeeter came into the world and two feuding families stopped arguing. Cigars were passed around and congratulatory hugs were exchanged and they toasted to the arrival of the newest member with champagne. Nurses said she was the most beautiful baby in the maternity ward and her parents were told they had never looked happier. Ophelia, her maman, had blessed her child with Veela charm and the looks of a porcelain doll. William, her father, had seen to it that she would have anything she could ever want, be it a pony or a doll house big enough for her to live in. Both of her parents had seen to it that she received magical powers, her mother being a pureblood and her father a half-blood. There wasn’t a doubt in anyone’s mind that their precious Rita would possess magical abilities and by the age of three, she had started to show signs of magic, such as levitating a glass of wine her father had been drinking off the table and almost to her hands before she was noticed by a house-elf and the glass was promptly returned to the table. It had brought her into a bout of wailing that set the newspaper her father was reading on fire. Her first act of accidental magic was to take something she wasn’t allowed to have and then set something on fire when it was taken away. It would have been humorous if it didn’t set the mood for how she would act growing up. Her father was immune to her Veela charms, had learned to see through them thanks to many years with Ophelia, but he allowed her one small sip, allowing Rita to taste it and realize that she absolutely didn’t want it. It wasn’t often that William told her no without Rita winning him over in the end (she could count the times on one hand) but when it happened, he had been nothing but patient and logical to help her understand.

Her relationship with her mother didn’t always reflect the best parts of their personalities. Both had tempers that would put anyone else to shame and it would lead to a blowout more often than not, especially when Ophelia lost control over her temper and she would appear more harpy than beautiful woman. It never scared Rita, frustrated her more than anything because from that point on, the argument was lost. It was a lesson she learned quickly, though her father seemed to still be working on understanding it, because their arguments went on even after her facial appearance changed. Fighting at home was natural to Rita, a weekly occurrence and she had developed a quick wit and thick skin because of it. The French never controlled their emotions and found that they were controlled by them instead and many things were said in the heat of the moment, something patronizing one minute and purposely cutting the next. Though the fights between Rita and her mother never lasted long and they would be back to normal within hours, it would be impossible for Rita to not have internalized the insults. Her parents were in love and very deeply so. They loved her more than life itself, they just showed it differently than other families. She knew that her family was perfect, other people just didn’t understand.

ACT II

Patience was a virtue, William would say whenever she got impatient for something. It was only mildly frustrating when she was a child, because she didn’t have any concept of waiting to get what she wanted. Her mother’s parents were always around, visiting their beloved granddaughter and doting upon her. They came bearing presents on a bimonthly basis and being happy to entertain the little girl while her parents did whatever to occupy their time. Her father’s parents remained in London and they went down to visit her grandparents once a month. They saw her less frequently than their maternal grandparents and often tried to outdo their gifts. They weren’t actively arguing anymore but there was too much bad blood to let anything go. Her parents had already given her everything she wanted, and her grandparents were giving her things she wasn’t even aware that she wanted. Rita was spoiled beyond belief and when she wanted something, she wanted it now. When she began to grasp control over her emotions and understand why she was feeling the way she was, she did her best to emulate patience and the saying her father would whisper to her whenever she had a temper tantrum in a store. “Be patient. You will enjoy it much more if you have to wait for it.” Very rarely was she told an actual no, it was more often a no to instant gratification. And William was right. She frequently got bored with things that were just given to her, but with things she had to wait for, hoping that every day would be the day he would give her whatever toy she had her eye on made it sweeter the day she actually got it.

The day her patience was truly tested was the day her father announced his job transfer. It was a higher paying position, which meant more money for their family and that he’d be able to spoil Rita more. The downside was that it was in London. Her mother’s family had a fit, insisting they let Rita stay with them so she’d be able to attend Beauxbatons, while her father’s family were incredibly excited at the prospect of seeing their granddaughter more and would scoff at their in-law’s dramatics. Hogwarts was just as fine a wizarding school as Beauxbatons, if not better. Neither of her parents had siblings and Rita was an only child. Everything they did was just to spend more time with their darling, their petit chérie. The ten year peace was over and it was back to warring families. Her grandparents were careful to never let her hear it, but that didn’t stop them from arguing with their children when they visited, believing Rita to be asleep upstairs when she was hiding on the staircase, a unicorn stuffed animal clutched to her chest. Ten years old and at night, cuddling a toy as she listened to the people she loved in her life argue. By day, in both Paris and London, people would look at her. Many didn’t know why, they just saw someone charming and beautiful, and most were innocent. Kids her age wanting to be her friend and women on the streets commenting on how she looked just like her mother, that beauty must run in the family. Some men, though, leered at her, making her skin crawl but it was attention that she craved. People had been paying attention to her throughout her entire life and now she only found herself wanting it more and more. She dressed to impress, to look pretty and perfect, an object of desire for men who were old enough to be her father. It was like a game to her. Until one grabbed her under her skirt and Rita had been quick to shout at him in public. People looked horrified, his wife especially, and she felt both nauseous at the grope but a little powerful at having used the attention on her to her advantage. Wherever Rita went, people looked at her. It was the Veela’s charm, or curse, depending on how you look at it. Rita felt that it was a curse, but if she was going to be cursed, she would make the most of what it left her with.

ACT III

Hogwarts was a fresh start for Rita. A boarding school, away from her parents, where she knew absolutely no one. The teachers would be less likely to coddle her and all of the things she had wanted growing up were left back at their spacious London estate. It turned out that very few of her professors were immune to her Veela charm, often letting her go on in class about whatever train of thought she was trying to grab hold of. Her words were never articulate, never carefully thought out and seemed more like a stream of consciousness. It was always endearing, never annoying, and people looked on fondly as she rambled. Friends came into her life quickly, she collected people through her charm and kindness. Her first few years at Hogwarts felt like walking on eggshells, too afraid that they didn’t actually like her for her and simply hung around her because she was irresistible. She made the mistake of accusing someone once of only liking her because she was part Veela and the closest thing to a best friend she ever had walked out of her life that day. It was then she resigned herself to having doubts about the people in her life. When she was old enough to start dating and noticing the attention she received from the older students, she felt wanted and the attention she so desperately craved. Though she was fiercely protective of anyone younger than her, especially girls, she thought herself to know better and understand the game better than they did. It never eased the doubts in her head about whether or not they actually wanted to date her or if they were just into her because of her Veela curse, but it didn’t stop her from dating around. She never held off from dating, but she held off from getting serious about any of them.

Most people don’t know she’s part Veela. They just think she’s charming and kind and with an allure that draws people in. If they knew what she was, they would be less likely to fall for said charms, and now that she’s older and not above using such things to get a leg up in the world, Rita doesn’t want that to happen. Many of them believe she’s just got one of those faces and they trust her, so they tell her their secrets. Any and all of them. Sometimes without any prompting. She prods here and there but it’s almost unnecessary. She comes off as a confidant so they tell her whatever it is that’s bothering them. It’s not her fault. It just started happening. And then because it was happening whether she liked it or not (she did), she felt it prudent to write them down. It was all in a diary, just for her eyes. Or she thought it would be like that anyway, until a sheet full of secrets fell out. The fall out was brilliant, the kind of thing that Rita couldn’t tear her eyes from. It was a power rush in the best way. She didn’t realize it would feel like this, but damn did she like it.

ACT IV

Patience is a virtue and now Rita is very patient but feels more like a snake lying in wait, letting her prey come to her before she strikes. Her classes are spent eavesdropping on the people next to her, meals in the Great Hall are for eating and pretending to read while she listens in to conversations and tries to find the one that’s whispered, for no one else’s ears. That’s the kind of conversation she wants to hear, to be privy to. She writes down secrets, uses them as a form of currency, except she comes out on top no matter what. Whenever people share something with her, she gives them something small, a little tidbit of information that doesn’t matter to her one way or another. When she “accidentally” loses a piece of paper full of secrets, she can’t help but smile as the gossip spreads around the school. No one ever blames her, or thinks she does it on purpose like she does. That is, if they even know its her. People are too busy focusing on the gossip than the source.

Her parents would be disappointed if they knew what she was up to, other people weren’t toys she could play with for her own amusement but Rita disagrees. Until she pictures her father’s face, how he would look at her and then she isn’t so sure she wants to be this person anymore. But given that she’s away at school and he’s in London, the guilt is gone as quickly as it came on. Rita wanted chaos and what Rita wanted, she got.

#svhqintro #intro.

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dirkcresswellx · 5 years ago

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( TRANSMALE (CLOSETED) , HE/HIM ) DIRK CRESSWELL is a HUFFLEPUFF whose favorite subject is CHARMS, maybe because they are INDUSTRIOUS but also EVASIVE. They might be so popular because they look like ELLIOT FLETCHER, can you believe they are a SIXTH YEAR? rumors say they support DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY. where do they go from here?

anyway this bio is ... a lot. sorry.

BASICS —

Full Name: Dirk Anthony Cresswell

Age: Seventeen

Birthday: June 29; Cancer

Blood Status: Muggleborn

PERSONALITY —

(+) Positive Traits: Helpful, cooperative, industrious, nurturing

(-) Negative Traits: Evasive, docile, mistrustful, scatterbrained

LIFE AT HOGWARTS —

House: Hufflepuff

Year: Sixth

Wand: Alder wood, 9 inches even, with a unicorn tail hair, very flexible.

Best Class: Charms

Worse class: Potions

Pets: A Ragamuffin cat named Pixel

Boggart: The corpse of his foster father

Patronus: Basset hound

Extracurriculars: Hufflepuff Quidditch team (chaser), Hufflepuff prefect (sixth year), charms club, herbology club, music club

BIOGRAPHY —

trigger warning: child neglect, child abuse, transphobia, death

From a young age, Olivia Cresswell’s life had been in a state of flux. Money had been tight for Cresswells and the shared knowledge of children her parents possessed reached a zero sum. It wasn’t like they didn’t try, they just didn’t have the necessary skills to take care of an infant. She would go hours sitting in a dirty nappy because neither one of them had noticed she needed to be changed and it was only after wailing for a solid ten minutes that they would figure out she was hungry. It became easier when she learned how to talk but at the same time, it didn’t. An infant had to be taken care of all the time but a toddler could tell you what they needed. They could ask for food or water and it should have made things easier on the Cresswells. But a toddler could also run around and knock stuff over and accidentally burn themselves on the iron that her mother had left on when she had to chase after Olivia. Mrs. Cresswell had been stressed all the time, being left alone with a toddler while her husband was at work, trying to make money to take care of the kid they didn’t understand. Children don’t come with an instruction manual, they barely cooperate when you want them to and when you need them to, all hope was lost. A few drinks in, trying to ease her frayed nerves and Mrs. Cresswell began screaming. Worse, she began shouting and getting loud and teaching her four year old all sorts of new words. She loved Olivia dearly but that didn’t stop her hand from flying out and striking her child when she started bawling and asking when daddy would be home. It was a close little neighborhood, with families packed into flats and from next door, the sound was unmistakable. When Mr. Cresswell returned that night, Olivia had already been removed from the home and into a family that would take better care of her.

In the foster home, with a family called the Houstons, Olivia seemed a little off. She recoiled from the slightest touch and refused to ask for anything. They had a child of their own, named Jacob, that she took to, because he was a kid just like her and Olivia emulated him. She played games and roughed around in the grass and accidentally broke a lamp or two after a few years of living there. They were a cute little family, almost picturesque, until Jacob went into secondary school and left Olivia alone. He made new friends that weren’t her and left her alone. Resentful, thinking it was because she wasn’t grown up enough, she found a group of older boys who just saw a kid that they could mess with, use to steal things and then if it failed, blame it on the kid. Simply put, it failed. Olivia had been caught by a corner store owner who had grown tired of the boys stealing from her store and now they were recruiting young kids to go and help them. No charges were pressed and the most Olivia had to deal with was a cop talking to her. He had introduced himself as Derek, though his badge said McAfee and asked why such a sweet young lady would want to hang out with a group of troublemakers. She had protested, shaking her head. She wasn’t a lady, she didn’t want to be a lady, and at least they cared about her! Unlike Jake. Derek had taken that in stride, not questioning the child and simply talking to him. That’s it. Just talking. Until Mr. Houston came to pick him up.

He had been removed from the Houston’s a week later, bouncing around from home to home because they couldn’t find one that was a good fit. In that time, he’d bounced from name to name as well, trying to find something that eased the pressure in his chest and made him feel good and strong and masculine. He’d briefly landed on Jacob but that idea was tossed away as quickly as it came to him and went to Jesse to Kai to Parker. He was going by Jack when the cop, Derek, from a year ago had finally put in a request to foster him. In the McAfee house, Jack thrived. His grades were up, he was making friends with people his own age. The McAfees didn’t have any issues with Jack being a boy, introduced him to the word trans-gender, and it was the first time Jack really smiled in a very, very long time. The kind of smile that you just know meant everything clicked in his head, with the overwhelming relief of “There are others like me. I’m not broken.” The McAfees had broken down seeing that smile on their boy’s face and the family was perfect. Just perfect.

For less than a year. Less than twelve months later, Derek had been taken from his family and they never got justice for the man they lost. When he found out that Derek wasn’t coming home, his magic manifested in a most extreme way. All of the glass in the house had broken, shattered on the floor. It was a physical display of how broken he felt hearing that. Mrs. McAfee fell into a depression too deep to continue caring for Jack and he was moved once again. But this time, it was with a new outlook. Grieving was one thing and he was sure to do that in his own time but he wanted to make Derek proud. Jack was sure he was watching, upset the family had been torn apart but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Derek was looking out for him. The first step was to officially, finally, settle on a name. Forever. Only eleven years old and he knew that he wanted something that would keep his favorite parent close to him. He chose Dirk, like his dad’s name, but not quite the same. His teachers’ rosters still said Olivia and some of the foster families called him Olivia but he was Dirk. And despite how mad he got, how crushing it was to have people ignore what you told them and say you’re a girl, he kept his cool. Reminded of how Derek was with him, he tried to be that way with everyone else. He had been shown kindness in the McAfee house and he would in turn, pass it on. Despite how awful it was to lose the first real family he’d had. Despite how bad he felt because he couldn’t have stopped him. His hardships were his and his alone to carry. He refused to put that weight on anyone else.

It was shortly after his eleventh birthday, now living with a family called the Tylers who accepted him for who he was, called him Dirk and everything, when he received a letter. Except that letter was brought to him by a wizard named Dippet. He explained that Dirk had magic in him, that he was a wizard and he would attend the finest wizarding school of all, Hogwarts. Dirk didn’t have money, or anyone that would understand. He wouldn’t be able to go and that terrified him. The first time in his life he truly felt special and he would have to pass up on the opportunity because there wasn’t another option. Or so he thought. The school would take care of his robes and his books and all of his equipment in return for good grades and the promise that he’d keep them up. They’d even allowed him to bring a pet with him. He was moved once more, to a new home, with a squib, which was a word he didn’t understand until it was explained to him. They would understand him and protect him. It wasn’t quite a home and he didn’t always stay there during the nights, especially as he grew older, but it was close enough and the best he was getting.

Before Dippet had left, leaving him with the new family, Dirk had asked how they had known he was magic. The headmaster explained about the enchanted quill that wrote down students’ names when they were born. When he asked what name had been written down for him, Dippet had just replied with, “Dirk,” before apparating away. Relief had washed over him and Dirk felt vindicated, felt good and right, that he had been meant to follow this path. Life may have taken him on a strange, lonely path with a lot of twists and turns, but it was always leading right here. He was meant to be here.

If he had a million years, Dirk wouldn’t be able to repay all that he had been given in his life, because he wasn’t given charity but acceptance and kindness and a second chance when he didn’t even realize he needed one. Instead, he tries to pay it forward, to put good things out into the world and be a good person and hope that maybe, he can be the type of person he needed for someone else one day. He just wants to help, especially now that he can’t seem to shake the feeling that they’re not as safe as the news says they are. A girl a few years above him, Sybill something, said that she felt the same way, but no one ever believed her. She said she was a Seer and maybe Dirk was too. But Dirk isn’t so sure about that. Dirk is only sure about one thing: he wants to help people anyway he can.

#svhqintro #intro.#did i go overboard? yes. do i regret it? no.

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sangbaeyoon · 5 years ago

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Introducing — Sangbae ‘Bae’ Yoon

fog shifting through the forest. morning dew still on low hanging leaves. ozone blowing through the air just before the rainstorm hits. empty pictures hanging on the wall. broken fences in run-down towns. empty late-night streets. empty promises of a lost youth. lost howels on the wind.

label: the traveller

face claim: woo do hwan

age: 29

birthday: june 13th, 1991

species: werewolf

gender: cismale

pronouns: he/him

job: carpenter

Head Canons

Sangbae has been to more than a few countries. Part of him thinks he keeps traveling because he is trying to find a place that finally feels like home. After leaving his childhood behind and finding out exactly what he was, things were never the same for him. A sense of restlessness always hanging over him. He’s only been in Shadow Valley for a few months, but he hopes that maybe he has finally found a place to stay.

He’s never been very good with people. First, it started with shyness as a child. After his first change and finding out he was a werewolf he started to notice other things. The smell of people and practically being able to smell their emotion tended to put a damper on his wanting to be near more of them. Generally, he tries to avoid them as much as possible but with the world and how it is – it isn’t often that he has the ability.

Since he must have gotten the werewolf side of him from his absentee father, he had no idea what he had a chance to be when the right time of his life hit. He doesn’t know much about the workings of the werewolf world. Outside of watching documentaries about wolf packs, Bae doesn’t know much else. Instinctively he has been able to avoid most packs and potential problem situations. Shadow Valley is the first place he has said in longer than a month and it is only a matter of time before he has to deal with his lack of knowledge.

Bae tries to act like his mother’s reaction to what he became didn’t hurt him, but it did. It’s something that he holds onto in his mind. Like he is some sort of monster. Despite it being a surprise, being a werewolf that is, he thinks he has been able to come to terms with it decently well. But there are days when the old thoughts get the better of him and he can’t help but wonder if life would be better if he was dead or better yet… a human

Full Bio

Every parent has a dream for their child. Some think they should become rich, well known to the world, powerful. You name it, they dream it. But for Sangbae’s mother, when she held her little boy in her arms in that hospital in Seoul for the first time, it was simply for him to have a good life. She wanted that beautiful little boy to be the best man he could. A kind boy. A careful boy. Respectful but not a pushover. Simple things she dreamed of. She had not been careful. Had a child without a husband. The father disappeared into the world before she even knew about the life she carried. Still, she wouldn’t change it for the world. Never would.

Sangbae grew up loved. Despite being a bit of a quiet boy, a shy boy he made as many friends as he could. He was careful. He was honest. By the time he was five, despite him being born out of wedlock, his mother found another man. Another love and when they married it took a year for him to have a little sister. It was perfect. In spite of his wariness of the new man, he was thrilled to have a new little sister. Filled to the brim with a childhood determination to be the best hyung he could be – he did his best. Helped his mother when she asked for it. Did his chores just like he was told. Took care of his schoolwork. Even when so far as to listen to his new father [he had never had one before] and watched how he could turn spare pieces of wood into anything. An old tradition he said. A valuable trade skill despite living in a city full of metal. Respectable. Stable.

A good son in every way. All his parent’s friends said so. All their family. Everyone knew Bae to be that dependable boy. Of course, everyone expected there to be some change when he went through puberty. That was how life was after all. A boy beginning his steps into becoming a man. Even Sangbae understood that fact. But that didn’t prepare him. He didn’t think it was normal that one night he had the sudden urge to run. Be someone outside of where he was. He didn’t think it was normal when he blindly followed the instinct despite something feeling like it was shifting beneath his skin. To this day he can’t remember what his first shift was truly like. All he knew was he screamed until he couldn’t anymore. Whimpered before it was over and the next day when he woke in an abandoned warehouse with blood in his mouth and every limb shaking and naked, he knew something was wrong.

His family had thought he had been taken. Kidnapped and somehow, he freed himself. What else could he tell them? Everything was different after that. Sounds louder, scents driving him what he could only describe as insane. His anger was just a little quicker than it used to be. Every new factor piling on top of the other. Bae hated the city. Hated how it seemed to never sleep and smelled like everything had died. It didn’t help his frustration when he would accidentally break a doorknob when a little angry or whatever else. He did the only thing a kid like him could do, he researched. Looking on the internet for his symptoms only meant one thing… werewolf. But they weren’t real so... obviously… not.

The more Sangbae looked, the more hopeless it all seemed and every month he was falling apart and putting himself back together again. Every book, every manga, every movie, every show said the same. damn. thing. He was a werewolf. Despite making no sense to the thirteen-year-old – maybe it did make a little sense in the end.

During his process of discovery - his family didn’t know what to do with the changes. They moved from the big city to somewhere smaller. Trying to give him more space. Found a psychologist for him to see. But in the end, it didn’t help him. Didn’t stop the moon from taking him and bringing him back like it didn’t make him wish he was dead. All of those things were terrible but over two years he began to figure it out. Learn a little bit about himself. Silver did hurt. He could heal from most things but a night without a moon was a bad idea to try. Little bits of his new being started coming together but once again things changed when his little sister saw him change one night. Thankfully, he didn’t kill her, but it wasn’t like he could hide it when she recorded it. Like some sort of betrayal from the person, he used to care about the most.

Logically, maybe he couldn’t blame her but the look in his family’s eyes after… that hurt more than the moon ever could. To say their relationship was strained with Bae after that as an understatement. His father and sister moving back to the city to but space between them. His mother looked at him like he had decided one day that yes, he wanted to be a werewolf. It made his choice after a few years easy. Leaving was easy in a way. Taking a little money and disappearing into the night. Maybe easier than it should have been. Getting out of South Korea was easy enough. Learning as he went along from place to place was a little more difficult but what other choice was there?

At the age of eighteen, he left his family. Ten years since then and he never looked back. Moving from place to place became his thing. Traveling through Asia and Europe before he finally made his way to America. He was never more thankful that learning English had been something his… father... had made sure he did when he was a kid. His years of travel taught him that there were more than just werewolves in the world. More people for him to do his best to avoid.

Even with that thought in mind, he found himself in Shadow Valley. A quiet place where he heard supernaturals seemed to thrive and humans seemed to live just fine. The peace sounded nice. Given the fact that he had been a pack less werewolf since the very moment he transformed he hoped that peace made the wolves of the valley a little more lenient. If he were being honest, he was tired and maybe he was finally looking for a home.

#[; intro | bae]#svhqintro

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