#tyler leander

[gael-garcia]

Station Eleven ep 5: The Severn City Airport

directed by Lucy Tcherniak cinematography by Steve Cosens

[paperclipping4losers]

i love you art focused on the perseverance of art and love through the apocalypse and the insistence on community and care even in unimaginably awful situations. i love you art focused on the beautiful and enduring nature of theatre and music and their ability to bring people together. i love you art about the unifying nature of hope and perseverance. i love you art about the soft apocalypse, the one that isn't mccarthy-esque, the one that isn't infested with cannibals and dark skies and starvation and bloodlust. i love you art about an apocalypse of overgrown civilization, of plants overtaking train tracks and spilling out of broken windows. i love you art about found family, i love you found family that cares about each other and loves each other and will protect each other even if they don't like each other, even if they can't stand each other. i love you art about friendship, about holding your best friend's hand through the apocalypse and I wish this wasn't happening, but I'm glad it's happening with you. i love you art about art, art that loves art, art that loves artists. i love you art about grief- grief after death and divorce and separation and getting lost and not doing the right thing. i love you art about wishing you had known your friends when you were little, when things were still good, when you weren't hurt yet. i love you art about mourning people you never knew, or met, or even heard of. i love you art about trauma that you can't heal from but that you can learn to live with. i love you art about doing what you can for the people you love. i love you art about sacrifice and decisions and impossible choices. i love you art about being so full of love at the end of the world.

[there-is-no-before]

[newsfromthetimeloop]

the son and the ghost

station eleven, unbroken circle / mairead small staid, while playing hamlet at the national theatre, daniel day-lewis leaves the stage, having seen the ghost of his own father 

[rotzaprachim]

“Who are you?” “I’m you if that whole plotline about the absent messy father who is Always Playing A Part and the isolated son who becomes a controlling yet charismatic cult leader with long shiny hair in the aftermath of unthinkable destruction were very well written and acted” 

[ichabodcranemills]

"I'm in the Death" "I'm setting all of you free" he was such a dramatic little shit, he should've been a theater kid

[rememberdamage]

shoutout to this image for making me crazy!

it’s easy to perceive tyler and kirsten as two sides of the same coin, but in the end, kirsten spent the first 100 with a sense of kindness and family, and tyler was betrayed by similar sort of structure. kirsten resented jeevan sometimes, but she knew he was her home. tyler was left with nobody, and therefore no home. it makes sense that he takes after his father, continually searching for the ideal life without taking stock of the life he’s left behind.

kirsten knows, through her time with the chaudharys and with the traveling symphony, that home is wherever you are, no matter how many homes you’ve already run away from. tyler ran away from severn city and just kept running.

[redstrewn]

Ok so my fav character from wednesday was tyler galpin so i think i'll probably be able to handle leander just fine now that i think about it

He legit betrays wednesday and plays her and i was still a fan

Bitch literally mauls her friend and kills several people and i was still a fan

Also my fav character from chilling adventures of sabrina was nick scratch and he legit plays sabrina too iirc

Man i do love me them two faced charming bitches huh

Also how could I forget the Jareth the goblin king....mf is no good at all and I thirsted for that fucker so bad

[salty-dracon]

I only write two types of villains

1. He has dad energy if you squint and ignore the hundreds of murders he's committed

2. I'm pretty sure this scary twink's going to make piano strings out of my intestines and i don't want to know how he's going to harvest them

[i-am-jacks-dopamine-gland]

i don’t want this

[eggroll-sama]

THINGS THAT REMIND ME OF THE LI

This is purely self-indulgent and just based on stuff that makes me go, “it’s them!” when it’s unrelated to them. But here you go and hope you like it. To make it sound more accurate, I replaced the nouns to fit Touchstarved cast.

AIS

Tyler Durban and Edward Norton from the FIGHT CLUB— “How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight?” “Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer,” “Only after you’ve lost everything you’re free to do anything.” “We are the same person.”

The song, ‘I Remember You’ from ADVENTURE TIME— “I can feel myself slipping away, I can’t remember what it made me say, but I remember that I saw you frown, I swear it wasn’t me…And I need to save you, but who's going to save me? Please forgive me for whatever I do, when I don’t remember you.”

The punk from FERRIS BUELLER’S DAY OFF. I can just see Ais at a police station, giving advice to a pretty stranger, and end up making out with them.

This scene (warning: graphic violence and gore) from ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD. It’s just so Ais and Princess-coded

VENOM, enough said.

KURAS

The murder-mystery film, THE DA VINCI CODE. I feel like Kuras would love the movie if it existed in his world since it’s canon that he likes trashy murder mysteries.

The song, ‘No Good Deed Goes Unpunished’ from WICKED— “[MC] where are you? Already dead, or bleeding? One more disaster I can add to my Generous supply…No good deed goes unpunished. No act of charity goes unresented. No good deed goes unpunished. That’s my new creed.”

GONE WITH THE WIND— “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” This line was controversial when released in 1939 because swear words weren’t normalized. I feel like Kuras, like this movie, rarely swears but when he does, the whole room goes silent and you know shit’s about to go down. Also according to the RSS radial chart, Kuras has low empathy plus maxed out strength high wisdom, damn at some point that man might legit not give a damn-

MAQUIA: WHEN THE PROMISED FLOWER BLOOMS— “you smell weird, you smell like the sun;” “If you fall in love, you will truly become alone.” Contextually the line is about how an immortal should never get too close with mortals because they'll one day they’ll die, and it fits Kuras a lot.

HUNTER X HUNTER 2011—“[MC] you are light. Sometimes, you shine so brightly, I must look away. But even so, is it still ok to stay by your side?” I love the idea of an angel heavily associated with the sun (Prometheus, likes sunny days, radiates heat), finds someone that is the light of their life.

ONE PIECE— “I have seen the future of this country. And it is destruction. As long as [the Senobium] remains here, this country can never be cured, because even if medical technology progresses, even if [alchemical] research continues… there is no cure for stupidity.”

OPPENHEIMER. After I watched the movie all I could think about was Kuras doing the blank eye stare at the end of the movie.

LEANDER

Goob from MEET THE ROBINSONS (he’s literally just child Leander in the modern world ;o;)

Michael Scott from THE OFFICE— “I wanna be married and have 100 kids so I can have 100 friends and no one can say no to being my friend,” “it’s not about the horniness, it’s about the loneliness”

The painting, Death of Sardanapalus, by Eugene Delacroix. King Sardanapalus palace is besieged by enemies and he decides to commit suicide after he learns of the army’s defeat, but not before ordering his men to destroy all his favorite possessions- wives, horses, pages, and dogs. He’d rather his valuables all be destroyed than his enemies own them. King Sardanapulus selfishness is humane, but the extremity’s he would go to keep what is his is monstrous.

GASTON from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST— Gaston and Leander both have similar vibes. They’re both trusted and well-liked by most people, viewed as heroes, are human but are monsters on the inside, overconfident, attractive, has a possessive streak, hangs out in bars, nice singing voice. The main difference is that Gaston doesn’t try to act like a nice guy like Leander Fake ahhh

The song ‘Burn’ from HAMILTON— “Do you know what [Vere] said when we saw your first letter arrive? [He] said, be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive…Do you know what [Kuras] said when [he] read what you’d done? [He] said, you’ve married an Icarus, he has flown too close to the sun.”

Michael Corleone from the GODFATHER.

Sampo from HONKAI STAR RAIL— I barely know anything about Honkai Starrail, but I was going to an anime goods store with my friend and one look at him made me think of Leander. My friend gave me a run down that he betrays you for money and runs away and unironically I could see Leander throwing us under the bus.

VERE

This scene from the movie, MALENA. Vere is heavily desired by men and women alike, but his flirty and fickle personality is just a front to protect himself. And he hates how people see him as a pretty face or someone who needs saving from the Senobium. Tbh Malena herself just reminds me of Vere’s problem of how being pretty is a double edged sword. People see you’re pretty, so they feel threatened or idealize you. You feel extremely lonely bc people are distracted by your beauty and won’t try to understand you intimately. So you either own it and be alone OR assimilate and have friends. Vere is the former.

Madonna-Whore Complex. This article explains it pretty well, “The Madonna Whore Complex (MWC) is a psychological complex often perpetuated by heterosexual, cisgender males which places women into two categories the “Madonna, a woman who is pure, virtuous, and nurturing, or a “Whore,” a woman who is deemed as overly sexual, manipulating, and promiscuous. The dichotomy of MWC creates a rigidity that limits women’s sexual expression, agency, and freedom by defining their sexuality into one of two categories.” Vere is the latter.

Ymir from ATTACK ON TITAN. Both of them were self-proclaimed deity, was caught lying (presumably), and paid for it. Their personalities are similar too except Vere masks himself through innuendos.

The song, ‘The Red Means I Love You’ by Madds Buckley— “The red on my face is matching you. And goodness, you're bleeding, what a wonderful feeling. You're down and you're pleading, my head is just reeling. The red means I love you. Tasting your blood means I love you.” (I can’t see Vere becoming a yandere because he’s already deranged)

MHIN

Another line from ONE PIECE —“Someday I will become too much of a burden. Someday you’ll betray me and cast me aside.”

SHUTTER ISLAND— “What would be worse, to live as a monster or die as a good [person]?” Mhin hates monsters ironically since they are one, and I could see them nearing the time limit where their curse becomes permanent and decides that maybe it’s better to die with their humanity than live forever as a monster.

The Beast from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. I already said this in another post but like IMAGINE THE AU. AHHHHHH

Felix from LAST LEGACY but more depressed.

Disclaimer: we don’t know much about Sen or Elyon yet so I don’t have much.

ELYON

THE GREAT GATSBY— “…can't you see who this guy is, with his house and his parties and his fancy clothes? He is just a front, a gangster, to get his claws into respectable folk…(to Elyon) We're all different from you. You see, we were born different. It's in our blood. And nothing that you do or say or steal... or dream up can ever change that.”

SEN

Unfortunately I don’t have any for Sen. Her design reminds me of Frankenstein’s creature tho.

BONUS:

MC

This scene from SHAPE OF WATER. MC falls in love with a monster and trying to save them from danger. MC knows that they are also an outsider, a monster. Being with the LI’s feels like they were finally accepted for who they are, regardless of their curse, so they can’t abandon them— “When they looks at me…the way they looks at me, they don’t know what I lack. How I am incomplete...and now I can either save them or let them die.” I think this quote can also be interpreted as the players choosing a route, essentially dooming the other players if we don’t choose them.

Famous line from 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU— “but mostly I hate how I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” The fact that us as players will keep coming back to them, replaying their routes even though they killed us, and obsessing over them. Yes they suck but we still love them.

This quote from Green Mile— “ I’m tired…I'm tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with.” I think this quote really emphasizes how touch-starved MC is, and how alone they feel from being betrayed by people they cared about in the past (also sparrow name drop ^-^)

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

[theturnerfamily]

Name: Mason Arjona-Turner

Alter: 16 Jahre

Wesen: Hexer-Dämon

Geburtsort: Mexiko 🇲🇽

Sohn von:

Tyler Turner & Adria Arjona

Zwilling von: Liam Arjona-Turner

Bruder von: Nora & Henry Miller-Turner, Kieran & Kyle Bones-Turner, Azurra & Ryan Merrythought-Turner, Francesco, Lucâs Black-Turner

Enkel von: Jackson & Sarah Turner, Amira & Sebastián Arjona

Neffe von: Andrew, Holly, Rose, Vincent Turner, Enrique, Diego, Miguel, Inéz Arjona & Dacara DeRovère

Cousin von: Dariusz, Decan, Dylon, Dacian, Damon & Cataleya DeRovère, Nathan Petrelli, Haven Black, Emily Dearing-Turner, Phoebe Jenkins-Turner, Yara, Cassian Sanchéz, Leander Benson-Turner

⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻

『 Anmerkung: Name nicht variabel. 』

[there-is-no-before]

[starstcff-z]

still thinking about arthur leander and his claim of not wanting to live the wrong life and then die and how for most of his life, the right life was one in front of the cameras, how he was only living if he was being applauded and surrounded by fans, that a true life, one based on deep connections and roots, was something he never achieved. when the world ended, his material life... it stopped having value, no one at the end of the world is thinking about his crappy blockbuster movies, or his speeches... but he still exists, in pictures, in old magazines, and in the imagination of those who knew him. it wasn't the fans who kept his legacy alive, it was kirsten, tyler, clark and elizabeth who missed him. it was miranda who immortalized his imperfect humanity in her comic book, that shaped the people tyler and kirsten became. arthur's legacy is based on how he treated people, not the empty applause he chased.

[thequeendomhq]

NAME. Leander Mordecai AGE & BIRTH DATE. 37 & November 3rd, 2987 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him NATIONALITY. Lysaran SPECIES. Witch FACTION. N/A OCCUPATION. Prince & Centurion FACE CLAIM. Tyler Lepley

biography

( tw: war, violence, death )

i. CHILDHOOD

For years, Princess Arethusa Mordecai tried to conceive a child, an heir who would take the throne after her. In Lysara, an unbroken line of women has ruled for three thousand years. Under the sign of the lion, surrounded by the Healers of Ceres, Leander Mordecai came screaming into the world. This was meant as a sign of good health, a loud, noisy child, born fighting and surrounded by the birth’s difficult circumstances. Prince Leander Mordecai was a boy; he’d never inherit the throne, and he had no right to rule - his father was famed for being an aloof and distant King, a man who was only acknowledged by his proximity to the future Queen—a figure who spent more time babbling about stars from the Tower’s observatory than in court. Leander could have been anything; the world expected very little of him, but this became his resolve. He was a boy but still a Mordecai and was every bit his mother’s son.

Princess Arethusa continued to try for another child while she still could; for a time, the people who came and went from her chambers: healers, alchemists, astrologists, druids, elvhen, vampiric scientists, runecarvers, and more - sorcerers from all walks of life who peddling snake oils, charms, and whatever they could. The age at which it would be possible for Arethusa to give birth to a child passed, and the future of the Elysian Throne was thrown into mystery. All the while, Leander worked.

He was an adept, studious child who studied the threads from an early age. He was a lionhearted boy who seemed to inherit the best of both sides: his mother’s fiercely indomitable spirit and his father’s natural charm. His mother told him the wheel did not care if he was afraid. He was a Mordecai, and he’d be called to greatness whether he could bear it or not. Leander could be found in the stacks of the Library of Olympia, pushed into studying dry topics by his tutors that he didn’t care for. They would excitedly talk about battles from two thousand years ago, but the Prince’s mind was always more concerned about the present and the days to come. Stories of griffon-riding legionnaires were of no interest.

From an early age, Leander excelled under the School of Destruction; while completing his studies as any noble child should, he resolved to focus on the primal threads and the weaves that balanced one another to explosive effect. While Leander was not a Novice of the Tower, he was like other children born amidst the Tower and grew up alongside the Olympians; it was the place of his mother’s court to worry about after state affairs, to play at the Great Game while Leander sat quietly discontent. In the West, there were ageless stories of mistreated witches; to the South, new horrors were rising amidst witches put to the stake, and even further south came the whispers of how the Kossith treated his kind.

Leander, however talented, began as any other child did. Precocious and observant, he’d laugh at his father’s jokes and endlessly play at the man’s puzzles. He’d listen to his grandmother’s stories and watch as she reinforced her weaves with fervent needlework; he learned to tie knots as the salt and sea air ran over his mother’s reckless features. She was still just the princess, not yet sat upon the Elysian Throne, no matter how certain her future seemed. Together Arethusa and Leander would race about the city or around the Tower’s tracks, laughing as liberty and the weightless air of the future rushed over them.

ii. PRINCE

Childhood ended too soon. Queen Damodred Mordecai passed, Arethusa ascended, and seemingly overnight, she changed. Recklessness abandoned, Queen Mordecai sat upon the Elysian Throne and was beyond reproach. The change was evident to anyone but none more than Leander; he saw her youth seemingly fade before his eyes, and with it he left his own. She was Queen now but had no daughter, so there was none to take on the mantle after her. The games his father would play with him now seemed childish; the reckless abandonment of responsibility was no longer something that he could afford, and more and more, the Prince turned into himself. Shifting inward as he tried to ascertain what he could do to help the future of his family, and the future of the nation as a whole.

Leander had grown up in his mother’s courts; he’d been entertained on holiday in the Queenset Isles, seen the beaches of Eastreach, known the courts of the West and the North. Cared for with gloved hands, Leander still wished to see more - he wanted to know the realm that his mother ruled, the Queendom that had birthed him, and the nobles that swore their houses to the Lysaran banner. In the years to come, he would be a Novice of the Tower of Olympia, but even then, there was little question that Leander would become an Accepted.

Leander had a passable understanding of destruction magic and a fundamental knowledge of the building blocks of the threads that made up the other schools. Still, these were all lessons under the careful guidance of the Scholars of Juno. It would have been easy for Leander to squander his potential; only his mother had ever held any expectations for him. His father’s wish was that Leander grow up happy, but Arethusa wanted her son to be ready for the darkness encroaching - a darkness that returned to her dreams time and time again.

Escorted by Olympians, Prince Leander stood amidst the city of Haven as Eric the Bloodied boasted about the power of wolves. He saw firsthand the ferocity of their kind. He also went to Borderreach, where the people under the mountain were constantly guarded and spoke openly with the refugees smuggled in from Iskaldrik. Leander met these witches, individuals with fearful hearts and stunted magic. Under the shadow of the Deadlands, they saw firsthand a witch who’d beseeched a small hamlet under their thrall, using weaves of compulsion to bring an entire population under their thrall - all at the behest of their vampiric master who’d descend from the hillside. The Olympians cleaved this witch, and Leander looked on as they were imprisoned weeping - sent to Eterna to live out their sentence, but even if freedom came, their magic would never return.

Leander was a child when he left, but four years later, he was sixteen and stood before his mother. Arethusa asked him what he had learned of their laws, their purpose, and how the Crown upheld them for the good of Lysara:

“Our laws don’t exist to protect our lives. They exist to protect our people from us.”

iii. ACCEPTED

Every child of the Lysaran royal family attended the Tower of Olympia, even if they did not have any magic to speak of. It was customary for them to train and study as Novices, to understand the fundamentals of magic, and to respect its limits. Leander spent a year paying his dues; he had the power and the talent to become an Accepted, but just as his mother had years before him, he cleaned the tower, dusted the stacks, cleared plates, goblets, and polished silverware. Despite being a Prince, Leander was equal to all the other Novices under the eyes of the Tower and the Sitters within.

After a year of humbling himself while other Novices who’d started at the same time as him were Accepted, Leander traded the plain, white robes for the robes of an Accepted. Bands of colour decorated the cuffs to denote his place among the others. His time as a Novice taught him patience, and the lessons from the Olympians taught him greater control, building upon the foundation already laid within his youth. Leander was young, but he was bright and talented. He had inherited the same royal spark for magic that Arethusa carried.

Leander could leave the Tower of Olympia for the first time in a year. As an Accepted, he had greater privileges than before, using these to his advantage. Weaves of destruction came quickly and naturally; in time, he blended them with alteration methods as he married the two schools together over the next year. If there had ever been any question about Leander’s worth, it died during his time as an Accepted; for the first year, the Olympians looked on, knowing full well that he’d lend well to any of their factions. A Healer who was also a capable fighter, a spymaster who could defend himself in times of need, a smith who knew how to use the weapons just as well as make them, a scholar who stopped at nothing to get to the truth - but the lionhearted witch was born to fight, to lead, to defend those who needed it, and to hunt those who deserved it—Warrior of Mars.

Leander completed his trials and faced himself in the basin of dreams; when he awoke, it was to his Olympian signet ring of dragon’s gold newly outfitted with the signet of Mars. Officially recognized by his brothers and sisters of the Tower, Leander would always be the Prince, but now he’d made a name for himself beyond the notation of the crownless Mordecai.

iv. OLYMPIAN

A warrior needed to know how to patch themselves up in a fight, to conjure things kept in reserve quickly to their aid, and to protect their mind from fundamental persuasions. This was what it meant to be an Olympian, but Leander’s first calling and mastery came with the school of destruction, air to create an impenetrable shield - to pull the breath from a person’s lungs. Flames that could take the shape of beasts and birds, dragons that would spiral under the tides to bring an entire fleet to its knees. Warriors of Mars trained to battle the dark, defend witches, and hunt those who’d abuse magic wherever they happened.

Leander remained in Eterna and the public eye for the following few years; while his studies were technically concluded, they were far from finished. Still, he’d spent the last twenty years within its halls, growing up among Scholars, tutors, and seasoned witches. The Great Game permeated Tower politics alongside Eterna, and Leander had neither the time nor the patience for it. He was dispatched alongside others to investigate situations across Lysara, within the Gulf of Taravell, Astoria, Iskaldrik, and Ankhuria. The laws of Lysara bound Olympians, but they did not ignore the calls from those beyond their borders; they only acted with greater discretion. Here, he helped those find asylum in Lysara, he stopped the abusers who’d damage the pattern, and he’d cleave when necessary to do so.

In his time abroad, Leander gained a greater appreciation for the threads that had yet to be discovered or the primal principles of nature. The witches of old observed the elvhen with their abilities and created weaves to mimic what the others could do by nature of their birth - they did the same with the druids. In his mid-twenties, Leander took some time away from Tower politics to study and hone his magic alongside the elvhen of the Silverlands and the druids who kept to the wilds. Here, he came into his second school, where he’d blend alteration with more significant effect as he mastered the school of destruction. In the treacherous peaks of Blackrock, Leander contended with monsters and beasts more virulent than any other; in the feywilds, he treated creatures of great mystery and observed how each interacted with the natural world around them.

News from the South ended this time of reflection and training. Queen Arethusa Mordecai marched to defend their borders and seek the liberation of witches in Astoria before they were brought to the pyre. Her Olympians could do so more freely, and she could not cross into Astoria without notice. Nightingales sang stories that reached the ears of Agents, and Warriors like Leander crept through Astoria’s lands to liberate all they could.

v. SOLDIER

In Astoria, witchcraft of any kind had been criminalized, and those discovered to have magic were presented with two options: they could be cleaved of it forever, or they could be washed clean of their sins from a blazing pyre. In the midst of this was Leander and his fellow Olympians, who went behind enemy lines to liberate those they could, mitigate any suffering, and destabilize the enemy’s efforts wherever possible. Leander had seen conflict before; he’d encountered hatred, but the hunger that had overtaken the ordinary people of Astoria was unlike anything the Prince had ever witnessed. He watched mothers lash themselves raw after discovering the husband they’d ever known had been hiding witchcraft all along; he saw lovers throw themselves onto the pyre of their other half to try and save them from the blaze. Grown men weeping over their losses, but worst of all was the hatred.

As the smell of scorched flesh met the harrowing wails of agony, the people cheered. They roared with laughter, jeers, and rage as the high were brought low and the powerful were made weak - dragged through the streets and paraded by the righteous sycophants.

Below Astoria, whispers of a rebellion rumbled at the foundations of The Divine’s city; it was here that the Olympians had gathered those witches that they could track down to try and spirit them out of the country’s borders. However, the rage within this hold sparked and grew into something that Leander and the others could not contain. Many wished to flee, but most wanted to fight. It was hard to begrudge the witches’ desire for vengeance; their loved ones had been hunted, and their futures had been taken from them. Confrontation built, and while Leander could get several of the witches to safety, those remaining were not heard from again. Guerilla tactics would continue across Astoria, but Leander went to the front lines as Queen Arethusa Mordecai was called back to Eterna.

vi. CENTURION

Commander and Officer, Leander led troops into battle along the border of Southreach. There, in Ardentgate, the labor of the fight had already been fought for several years before Leander joined the fray. He saw firsthand the weariness of soldiers on the front line and the zeal of the zealots that they fought against. Leander remained for three years before being recently called back to Eterna alongside his mother; for the moment, Ardentgate and the borders of Southreach are at a stalemate, but over the Queenset Isles, the fighting has continued on the sea.

personality

+ courageous, adaptable, independent – petty, pompous, argumentative

played by shane. est. he/him.