#wr.intro

[starrstolen]

CAN'T CHANGE THE WAY MY BLOOD FLOWS;

** REACHED FOR THE GUN ** ⟨ laura harrier, she/her, 30 ⟩ i just saw ⟨ jillian "jill" starr ⟩ talk to ⟨ tristan zaire ⟩. I heard that her loyalties lie with ⟨ the brotherhood ⟩, and that she also ⟨ can't be trusted easily ⟩. be careful, she works as a ⟨ ballet dancer/thief ⟩ and is known to be ⟨ impulsive ⟩, ⟨ impatient ⟩, or ⟨ resentful ⟩. however she's also known to be ⟨ innovative ⟩, ⟨ high-minded ⟩, and ⟨ quite suave ⟩. – ⟨ carefully curated by tj, who does not like to read about sa. ⟩

FLAWS THAT CAN BE NOTICED; FLAWS THAT CAN'T;

gifted child, torn down by the system. burdened with a mass of deb, caused by the nyu. leather pants and and purple toned lipstick admirer. knows how to handle her weapons. daughter of two imprisoned idiots. forced to live a life she later chose. loyal to the brotherhood, never to her family.

STORED AWAY IN A BOX;

tw; terminal illness (cancer), loss of a sibling (child death), grief, police violence (committed against a person of color)

"How's your daughter?" The nurses' eyes dart around in confusion before they finally settle on Jill, and she looks just as confused. Her confusion isn't rooted in this mix-up, though. -- It's quite obvious she's not hers. Visible in her soft, brown eyes, is a kind of hurt women like her could never cause, anchored deep in her core, meant to be covered by helpless smiles, because that's all she has now. Jill is not young enough to be completely unaware - ten, to be exact - but also not old enough to fully grasp what's happening with her life. Where are my parents. Where's my Mommy. (Jailed up. Not getting out of prison anytime soon.) The foster system isn't kind to Jill, but it's also not at it's worst. At least, that's what she keeps telling herself as he gets put into new foster homes from time to time, just to never stick anywhere. There is no home. There is no family. Her family is gone, and what she remembers of them is brief -- which also means there's nothing reminding her of the countless hours spent in hospitals by her sister's side, watching her slowly fade from life, being her parent's one and only focus. They drive it too far -- the medical bills get too high, and the only solution they can think of is robbing a bank. At eighteen, she graduates the system that failed her, and nothing is holding her back when she graduates and gets accepted into NYU Law School. It's not a dream. It's a threatening, constant voice in her ears that calls gethemback getthemout. She doesn't get them out, and she also doesn't get them back. She fails law school after three years, and her parents are just gone, dark shadows on her shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, just waiting for her to break, to fail, to be weak. She never is. Until. "Mom." In front of her door, begging for help, for rescue. Jill is not able to save her, when the cops violently tear her away from her door, hurt her, destroy her in a way she could have never envisioned. Escaped on a day free from prison, to see the daughter she left behind, just to get killed right in front of her eyes. Jillian's anger grows larger, and larger. And while she settles into her profession, back into the passionate hobby she never let go of, works hard, harder, Jill also meets Tristan, and The Brotherhood.

I WAS MEANT TO TRY, TRY, TRY;

BAD AT LOVE (0/1) -- One night stands, brief flings, brief flings ending in ghosting. They're always easier. TWIN FLAME? (0/1) -- Someone she met in foster care. Either at a foster home, or in an orphanage. Not siblings by blood, but siblings by choice.

[dailydawneic]

( rami malek / 43 / he/him ) wait, is that SAMUEL "SAMI" AVERY at the DAILY DAWN again? i heard through a grapevine, that the hunter lays in favor of AVERY and has been in town for THREE YEARS. He currently works as OWNER/EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. Some say he can be OBSESSIVE and STUBBORN, but i thought he was actually WISE and RELIABLE.

B A S I C S

name: samuel "sami" avery species: hunter (human) age: forty three hometown: westray, washington occupation: owner/editor-in-chief of the daily dawn relationship: single sexuality: heterosexual pronouns: he/him

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Sami considers himself an eccentric combination of intellectual and practical qualities. While he values freedom and autonomy, he also craves stability and security. His appreciation for aesthetics drew him to his current job, as he believes it allows him to use his intellect and creativity. He often struggles with intimacy because of his tendency to be detached, despite yearning for a long-term partner.

B I O G R A P H Y

Sami was born to Daniel Avery, a traveling hunter that he never had a good relationship with, and Imani El-Amari, an Egyptian museum director from Cairo. He is the oldest of two, with his younger sister May currently studying how to be a chef in Paris, France. Both of them grew up knowing about their father's true lineage but neither of whom were excited to follow his footsteps.

That was, until Sami lost the love of his life, Ann Cai, to a dark witch. Since that day, he vowed to find her killer and get revenge, not knowing it was a light witch that caused Ann's death and Ann had sacrificed herself to save the same witch's life. Ann had always been kind and compassionate. Sometimes, too much for her own good. Whereas Sami had never been the same, always fixated and obsessed with his plans and the general concept of order.

When he arrived in Westray, he tried to avoid his late father's family, only approaching them whenever he wanted to learn something his old man never taught him. It didn't take him long to take over the Daily Dawn, considering his last name and his actual work experience, having been a journalist himself prior to his arrival in town.

These days, Sami sticks to his duties, biding his time until he can find his lover's killer. He believes Westray to be his best resource in his quest for revenge.

T R I V I A

Sami has rhotacism. He pronounces the letter "r" as the letter "w" when it's in the first syllable but he doesn't have a problem when it's the last syllable (eg, river as "wiver").

Sami studied journalism at the University of Phoenix in Arizona. He had met Ann Cai in Jiufen, Taiwan, when he traveled there for his first assignment writing for an online magazine. She perished in Phoenix, after leaving her home to be with him. They had been together for three years.

Sami's favorite food is shawarma, though he also fancies sushi (with sake), tacos (with tequila), and beef stroganoff (with vodka).

Sami has a pet "dog" named Lily.

Sami can drive but prefers not to.

Sami has a green thumb, with gardening as one of his favorite hobbies.

Sami has allergic rhinitis.

W A N T E D

HIS MOTHER – While his father has already perished, his mother is still out there, having returned to Cairo, where she now works as a museum director once again. She has always been supportive of Sami but does not like the idea of him wasting his time on Ann's killer. “ Let go, my son. Let her, and you, rest. ”

HIS SISTER – May Avery El-Amari is currently using their mother's last name due to her dislike of their father's lineage. She is currently in Paris, France, learning to be a chef from one of its renowned masters. Like her mother, she is supportive of her big brother, too, but also wants to see Ann's killer get justice, having considered her as her sister. In time, she will get the urge to take to the streets and practice her hunter skills. Maybe she'll even visit Westray one of these days. “ Bro, I sent you something. Did you get it yet? ”

HIS ANCHORS – Anyone who can keep him connected to the real world, outside of his vengeful mindset. Sami sometimes forgets he needs friends, maybe even more than friends, to root him in place. “ When was the last time you ate? ”

HIS WRITERS – As the editor-in-chief of the Daily Dawn, Sami works with a lot of writers. Is he a good boss? Are you closer than officemates? Does he eat your yogurt that has a label with your name on it? He probably does. Now, go get him his coffee. “ Wait, what deadline? ”

[piper-moroz]

( zoe kravitz / 33 / she/her ) wait, is that PIPER ALAYRA-MOROZ in the EMERALD LODGE again? i heard through a grapevine, that the LIGHT leaning fae has been in town for ALL HER LIFE, and currently works as THE HOTEL CONCIERGE. some say she can be MEDDLESOME and DIRECT, but i thought she was actually GOOD-NATURED and SOCIABLE. 

A B O U T

FULL NAME: Piper Alayra-Moroz. OCCUPATION: concierge at Emerald Lodge. AGE: physically 33 | ethereally it's anyone's best guess at this point. PRONOUNS: she/her. HAIR: black | often in worn in box braids or slicked into a bun or braid. EYES: brown. HEIGHT: 5ft 2inch. SPECIES: fire high fae (light) | 'THE STAR'. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single. SEXUALITY: put simply, pansexual.

P E R S O N A L I T Y 

COQUETTISH. Hearts are such a wonder of beauty; it's only natural she'd want to push the right buttons and dance with the light she's created in yours. DIRECT. She speaks the truth and speaks it clear. To be eloquent is also to speak with purpose, and goodness does she. But no, she doesn't always know how to read the room. GOOD NATURED. Despite how forward some of her comments might be, or how abrasive an intrusive thought might be when thrown in the middle of conversation, her warm intentions are always felt. She's quick to trust and quicker to tuck into your pocket without you realising she's gone and warmed her way into a permanent tenancy in your thoughts. MEDDLESOME. In the best ways! Of course she can do that little favour for you! It's harmless, and gentle, and loving... right? Wait... what do you mean the consequences are dire? What do you mean your intentions weren't pure? ROMANTIC. Is there any greater source of light than to give love, and be loved in return? SOCIABLE. She's the beacon of the room partly because she's so damn likeable, and partly because she can't control the way she shines. Careful now - lights are pretty, but they can be blinding too.

B I O G R A P H Y

"She is one in a million." No one quite believed her parents in the years that waited — the ones that took their time to draw a darkness around good faith. Darkness that threatened to snuff light with an unquenchable thirst. Darkness that threatened a marriage, an oath, and an entire line of ancestry. Until there was light. Blazing, furious, beautiful light that consumed and devoured the very soul she offered forward. Light that was destined to be her one, true source. Eternal truth. - Piper has lived in Westray all her life, including the years she stopped counting. She still has a connection to her parents, though they suffocate her brilliance when she's around them. She sees through them — where they masquerade in loyalty and warmth, Piper can sense the pride they feel isn't for the girl herself. But for the title and regency she bears. So she yearns to collect light the way it had collected her — to be nearest to those that shine the brightest. She is good to her very core, helping guests of the hotel find things to do, people to meet, and places to see. It's not her fault that she usually ends up alongside them... even though she's not exactly invited. Subconsciously, it's because she keeps them clear of troubled shadows that go bump in the night, and the songs of creatures that call to prey. And yet, there's a selfish lustre that craves to prey on those plagued by darkness. THE STAR is an uncontrollable force pleading to both be contained and set free. Pleading to do greater things; to protect, and when it cannot — to burn. She is one in a million. Folklore warns of dancing with devils, but it doesn't warn of the dangers amongst the stars.

W A N T E D

THE KING (character skeleton) – Fallen, like no other, he seeks revenge. Revenge on his younger brother, who was never meant to be the ruler of the merfolk. They need something special, something enlightening – an alliance, between the two most powerful species he thinks there are. And you are his sought out diamond – he proposes a marriage, to your parents. Of atlantian blood, he is. And that, your parents deem more than amazing. HER PARENTS - It's a complicated relationship between them. She loves them because they are hers, and she owes her life to them, but she loathes them for choosing to truly believe in her only after THE STAR had graced their ancestry again. ENEMIES - She's good. Good good good. So very good. Until the bubble bursts. Is that a burn on your arm? Surely wasn't Piper's fault now, was it? THE BAD INFLUENCE - Let her live a life other than her own. Let her escape in your world. Let her help you, no matter your intentions. FLINGS - Is it love? Is it lust? Is it a selfish craving in her pursuit of light? EXES - She's deluded, of course, by the romantic supercut that exists in her mind of the relationship. And of you. Were you her first love? Or just a traveller that couldn't handle the light. SHINE A LITTLE LIGHT - Characters that have lost their way, look to the northern star; it's in her nature to help, whether the problem is insurmountable or material.

[aureliabriar]

( eva de dominici / 137 (looks 29) / she/her ) wait, is that AURELIA BRIARWOOD in the EMERALD ENCHANTED again? i heard through a grapevine, that the EARTH leaning high fae has been in town for 80 YEARS, and currently work as THE OWNER OF THE EMERALD ENCHANTED. some say she can be VAIN and HAUGHTY, but i thought she was actually CLEVER and POLITE. 

THE FOREST WAS BEAUTIFUL MY HEAD WAS CLEAN AND CLEAR ALONE WITHOUT FEAR THE FOREST WAS SAFE I DANCED LIKE A BEAUTIFUL FOOL ONE TIME SOME TIME

NAME: Aesira Aurelia Briarwood NICKNAMES: Aurie, Relia, Reela, Lia ALIASES: Arianne, Annika, Ainsley AGE: 137 (appears 29) DATE OF BIRTH: October 27th, 1888 ZODIAC: Scorpio ☼ | Leo ☾ | Gemini ↑ PLACE OF BIRTH: A forest on the border between Italy & Switzerland GENDER: Cis Female ORIENTATION: Pansexual, Demiromantic

SPECIES: High Fae (Earth) HAIR: A dark, nearly black shade of brown. Thick and shiny, falling in gentle waves to her waist. EYES: Hazel - sage green with a golden-brown ring around her iris. HEIGHT: 5'6" DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Pale freckles across her nose & cheeks traveling down her shoulders & arms. Skin that is otherwise entirely smooth & seemingly without pores. Unsettling stillness in her countenance. Her wings, in the rare event that she ever uses them, are the gossamer, fragile fractals of a dragonfly wing, with iridescent scales.

VIRTUES: Clever, polite, graceful, poised, eloquent, charming, intelligent, perceptive FLAWS: Vain, haughty, greedy, proud, cunning, dazzling, deceitful, crafty, cold, aloof MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

BIOGRAPHY

you are of the earth, carved from the evergreen of the forest & given breath of life. if you have parents, you know them not. as far as you are concerned, you are life personified: the lush overgrowth of verdant earth, a spirit of utmost revelry & mischief as any fae could be. living in the hollow of a massive oak as a child, then amongst its massive, twining branches as a woman grown. though, by fae standards, you are still to come of age when the first mortal man arrives.

he is enraptured by your beauty, and you are young enough to comply when he begs you for a kiss, and you willingly stray further. you are happy for the company, an immortal creature of the wood, you know his existence to be temporary, and if he grows worrisome you can always rid yourself of him. but he begs you yet for more. after multiple such visits, he asks you to be his bride. you laugh him off; bemused that he thinks to tame the wilderness you embody, but he takes offense. after he leaves, he returns days later with more company.

you are only fifty, barely having come into your power, and they are many. they chain you in iron, they chop down your tree & set fire to its remnants, and in the heat of pride, seek out other fae in your forest to capture. in your despair, you release a great force of power that shakes the foundations of the earth around you. vines entwine your attackers' bodies and choke the life from them, and you flee. your fortune turning toward the better when a witch discovers you & takes you in.

she heals you, unchains you, and dresses you in mortal trappings. teaching you to be human since a return to your old life is impossible. after a few years, you leave her care to seek out a change of scenery & abandon the ghosts of your past for good. there are murmurings among those of the supernatural of a safe haven in america called westray, where creatures lived in peace, if still in secrecy, and you follow the call there.

it is 1942 when you arrive & make a home for yourself, though you remain reclusive in the forest. founding the emerald enchanted, a nightclub in the woods for people to forget their worries & indeed, forget everything else around them. you thrive off of their revelry, and remain reclusive, almost mythic; a face among many, and rarely venture into town. most of your connections made are with the other fae that reside in town, especially after the vanishing of the mayor & the subsequent fragmentation of the town.

[deangela]

( gina torres / 55 / she/her ) wait, is that ANGELA WALKER in the WOODSIDE GROVE UNIVSERSITY again? i heard through a grapevine, that the LUNAR coven’s LEADER / CLAIRVOYANT witch has been in town for OVER 30 YEARS, and currently work as DEAN OF WOODSIDE GROVE. some say she can be STERN and PROTECTIVE, but i thought she was actually WARM and GENEROUS. 

FULL NAME: Angela Walker nee. Alvarez NICKNAMES: Angie, Angel DATE OF BIRTH: October 7th, 1969 AGE: 55 ZODIAC: Libra ☼ | Virgo ☾ | Cancer ↑ GENDER: Cis Female PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUALITY: Pansexual HEIGHT: 5'10

PLACE OF BIRTH: New York, New York SPECIES: Witch (Clairvoyant) AFFILIATION: Lunar Coven EDUCATION: Ph.D. in History from Brown University OCCUPATION: Dean of Woodside Grove University VIRTUES: Intelligent, warm, generous, patient, wise, dedicated, nurturing, kind, intuitive FAULTS: Protective, aloof, proud, stern, cautious, hesitant, suspicious, superstitious

MOTHER: Gabriela Alvarez nee. Hernandez FATHER: Emiliano Alvarez SPOUSE: A merfolk husband SIBLINGS: A younger brother & a younger sister CHILDREN: A son & two daughters PETS: 2 cats and 1 dog

BIO.

Raised in Brooklyn, NY by her similarly clairvoyant mother who was able to guide her through the worst aspects of her magic and how to control it, but Angela has always been particularly sensitive in the matters of clairvoyance.

She meets her husband while attending Brown University, a merman from Westray similarly studying and the two fall in love, marrying before she even achieved her Doctorate. After she'd obtained her Ph.D., the pair moved back to Westray together

Angela gets a position at Woodside Grove as a professor of History and starts a family with her husband as she slowly works up the ranks of administration.

Likewise, she joins the Lunar Coven and grows close to the previous leader, quickly becoming something of an apprentice to her. Honing her already potent ability, and it is plain and uncontested when the previous leader dies that Angela takes her place.

The position of Dean comes later, it's a more recent development, having assumed the position just over 6 years ago.

She's intimidating in the sort of way accomplished, confident women are, but she's very kind and warm. Her coven is an extension of her family and the door of her home is always open to its members.

She's a natural leader in every sense of the word, being something of a community leader in addition to the coven & the university. She attends all town hall meetings and is quick to speak in defense of others.

She works in all forms of clairvoyant rituals; tarot, tea leaves, palm reading, empathetic touch, pendulum dousing, augury, all of it.

[sumliang]

( havana rose liu / 27 / she/her )  wait, is that SUMMER LIANG at THE SOULSTONE again? i heard through a grapevine, that the NIGHTSHADE coven’s POTIONS witch has been in town for 27 YEARS, and currently works as a WAITRESS AT THE SETTING SUN. some say she can be SELFISH and IMPULSIVE, but i thought she was actually UPBEAT and��WITTY. 

OTHER CHARACTERS: @aureliabriar, @deangela

FULL NAME: Summer Zhi Liang NICKNAMES: Sum, Sammie, Sunny DATE OF BIRTH: November 30th, 1997 AGE: 27 ZODIAC: Sagittarius ☼ | Sagittarius ☾ | Aquarius ↑ GENDER: Cis Female PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUALITY: Bisexual HEIGHT: 5'2

PLACE OF BIRTH: Westray, Washington SPECIES: Witch (Potions) AFFILIATION: Nightshade Coven EDUCATION: BFA from Woodside Grove University OCCUPATION: Waitress at The Setting Sun VIRTUES: Creative, intelligent, funny, witty, positive, outgoing, fun-loving FAULTS: Selfish, impulsive, hedonistic, defensive, crafty, fickle, flighty, indecisive

MOTHER: Jessica Liang nee. Miller FATHER: Bowen Liang SIBLINGS: None PETS: Ziggy (Orange tabby)

BIO

Boredom is your greatest fiend. Everything in your life is so terribly normal. There were no issues in your childhood, no enemies, no rude friends, no mean exes. No horrible parents, or uncles, or siblings. So you created your own, personal nemesis: Boredom.

Never could there be a second of peace. You needed something to keep you busy at all times, something to keep your mind off of your lack of problems. You created your own, personal problems. Wicked potions mixed at night, in the shadows of your own room: love potions. Seemingly harmless, silly fun. But to humans, lacking knowledge, they were evil.

Your friends were your first victims. Then your classmates. Then your cousins. Your parents were never on your table, never planned. And when your mother downed your "laughable" potion like a shot, and ran off with the neighbor two months later, you suddenly found yourself with a very real problem. Your father lost to alcoholism, your mother lost to your stupid potion, love suddenly wasn’t all that fun anymore. And someone’s caught onto your wicked little game – watch out.

BULLETS.

It's not that Summer's evil, she's just exceptionally selfish with little scope on consequence for most of her life. Since things were so horribly dull and nothing ever happened that carried repercussions until, of course, her mom ran off when she was nineteen and her dad started drinking.

People were never meant to get physically hurt by her potions. She experiments a little here and there, adding ingredients to vary the effects. Love potions with an intended target for the drinker, love potions that made you fall in love with the first person the drinker saw, potions to induce obsessive infatuation. Most of them were supposed to wear off, of course with varying lengths, which even Summer herself couldn't fully estimate.

The potion that wound up killing was a wake up call. Maybe it wasn't brewed right, maybe they were allergic to an ingredient used in the potion, she's not sure. All she knows is that she regrets it. Not enough to stop fully, but enough to slow down, to be more careful.

Summer's chaotic neutral and will maintain that stance, despite the harm she has caused and the relationships she has created and ruined.

She's still living with her father in his house (because have you seen the price of rent these days? sheesh), and things aren't great. Even the routine of cleaning up her drunken father and taking care of him has become a boring habit after years of dealing with it. But guilt gnaws at her every time she comes home and finds him passed out on the couch with a bottle of something in his hand, so she has a tendency to stay out late, club hopping, anything to avoid that.

Summer is aimless, she got a degree because that's what people do, but she never had any plans with it. She likes to paint but she doesn't have any grand ambitions of becoming an accomplished artist with galleries. She doesn't have ambitions of any kind, she's idle, and she's making it everyone else's problem, however unknowingly.

[aaltossea]

Name: Aalto (pron: all-toh) Kelby Nickname: Al Birthday: June 20, 1998 (26) Birthplace: La Jolla, CA Signs: Gemini / Aries Rising Orientation: Bisexual Schooling: Junior in college studying Marine Biology Favorite Place: The Aqua-Marine Occupation: Waitress at Oyster Royale Pos +: Adventurous, Clever, Observant, Bold Neg –: Impatient, Rowdy, Stubborn, Unpolished

( mikey madison / 26 / she/her) wait, is that AALTO KELBY at/in the THE AQUA-MARINE again? i heard through a grapevine, that the merwoman has been in town for TWO YEARS, and currently works as a WAITRESS. some say she can be UNPOLISHED and STUBBORN, but i thought she was actually CLEVER and ADVENTUROUS.. 

Full Bio:

Aalto is what teachers liked to call: “the problem child.” Born to a witch, the leader of a dark coven, Aalto's life was far from stable. But her teachers did not see that. They did not know that the reason she so often fell asleep in class was that her mother would wake her up in the middle of the night to practice rituals of water; and they didn’t care. They assumed that she was lazy or that her parents did not care about her education. Whatever the reason, seldom tried to reach out to help and the few that did were met with a harsh rebuke from Dayanara, Aalto’s mother.  Even Aalto’s name was an inside joke, meaning ‘wave’, one of things her mother used to kill humans she deemed inferior. Her mother’s elitist attitude continued to plague her life, opportunities to make friends ripped from her because they were not worthy of being within Aalto’s presence. The young witch herself did not believe that she was better than any human. Their heart’s beat just as hers did. They were capable of kindness and empathy, something her own mother sorely lacked. She did not feel they deserved to be punished or die for being “unworthy” and as she grew older Aalto began to refuse to help her mother with her antics any longer.

This difference of opinion led her to hanging out with “the wrong crowd” a result of Aalto’s attempt to forget what her mother had forced her to participate in. The kids who smoked weed in the bathrooms and got high on pills under the bleachers once classes were over. If they’d even bothered to show up that day. It earned her further disdain from her mother and in an effort to curb what she viewed as her daughter’s failings; she enrolled a teenaged Aalto into swimming, forcing her to keep on the necklace that his her tail even in the water. It was a suffocating feeling but her lithe frame allowed her to maneuver easily, and the ability to manipulate the water made her a force to be reckoned with. At least, that’s what she told her mother. In truth Aalto refused to use her mer-folk magic to get ahead, preferring instead to put in the long hours of practice. She didn’t mind; to be in the water was freeing, even in human form, as though if she tried hard enough she would be able to swim away from her life. Before long, she demolished previous school records, making her a bit of a celebrity at the school. It also had the added benefit of making her mother proud. For the first time in her life, the two actually began to form a bond reminiscent of how a mother and daughter should be. Aalto even began to be a lifeguard in her summers. It gave her the opportunity to use her gift to save those in the water, a repentance of sorts for the acts her mother had forced her to commit. 

That all changed her junior year at UCSD. Aalto had been accepted on a full ride scholarship thanks to her talent in swimming. She worked hard to prove that she was worthy of the position and her work ethic inspired a close friendship with one of the other girls on the swim team, Sabrina. The two quickly became thick as thieves. Aalto’s new friend was someone of importance, the daughter of a California representative who was well on his way to becoming one of the next Senators. These two were so close, in fact, that Aalto chose to share her secret with Sabrina. Rather than cringe in horror and grab a pitchfork as her mother had taught her would happen if she ever revealed what she was to a human, Aalto’s friend accepted her with open arms. She found it fascinating and asked Aalto questions without end. It was unfortunate that her mother happened to be the recipient of one such question at the girls’ first swim meet of the season. Sabrina had been unaware of her mother’s detestation of humans and Aalto, so wrapped up in psyching herself up for the first swim meet, hadn't thought to warn her. 

The next day as Aalto and her friend lounged on the shore of Sabrina’s father’s private stretch of beach, their toes dipped into the water as they sunbathed, disaster struck. All of a sudden Sabrina was yanked into the waves and a scream came from her lips. It was easy to spot the culprit, an abnormal wave that had come crashing down upon the girls only to drag them ferociously back in with the tide. It was her mother. Without thinking Aalto tried to use her own abilities to save her friend. But dark magic rituals and years of steady practice had made her mother too powerful. In vain she still attempted to fight off her mother. She was useless against the strength her mother wielded. But she fought. Fought as hard as she could, allowing her own powers to batter against her mother from where she watched farther out in the ocean.  It was futile. Within minutes it was all over, and Sabrina’s body floated up to the surface. Desperate Aalto drug her body back to shore and attempted to perform CPR after a quick call to 911, it was too late.

Chaos reigned for the next few weeks. Sabrina’s father was adamant that Aalto was involved in his daughter’s death somehow. He insisted that she had killed his daughter to become the best swimmer on the team. The young witch was questioned by police and even at one point arrested. She was released on her own recognizince as the coroner tried to find a cause of death beyond the drowning. Aalto, devastated, fled. She could no longer stay where she was and she refused to use her magic to erase the suspicion surrounding her.

Chaos reigned for the next few weeks. Sabrina’s father was adamant that Aalto was involved in his daughter’s death somehow. He insisted that she had killed his daughter to become the best swimmer on the team. The young selkie was questioned by police and even at one point arrested. She was quickly released when the coroner’s report came back. They had analyzed the marks on Sabrina’s leg and determined it to be the result of thrashing, not unsimilar to the injuries of those who had been attacked by an Orca. Though no one could explain just what it was doing so far from the arctic. Aalto, devastated, fled. She could no longer stay where she was. 

For three years she drove from place to place. She never stayed long enough to make any genuine connections, just enough time to make money to continue on. Sometimes she became so desperate for food that she would use her abilities in ways her mother had taught. In areas where the population was thick she stuck to the woods. Her connection to water allowed for her to find clean water to drink and fish to eat. There was no destination in mind. Aalto did not know if she would ever be able to place down roots again. “The incident” as she dubbed it in her mind left her wary of seeking out the company of humans, lest she led someone else to their death unwittingly. Eventually she made it to the opposite coast and as she traveled out of New York State a rumor reached her ear about a town, one that was full of others like herself.

After two days in the car, she arrived at a town called Westray. It was here that she would make her new home. The trauma of the incident and loss of her best friend had left scars invisible to the eye. In spite of living so close to the water, Aalto is terrified of its presence to the point that she has not swam since the incident. It was too much. The first and only time she tried, she herself had nearly drowned as the terror made her water-ability dangerously unpradictable. Her love of swimming was over, and she mourned its loss like that of a close friend.

After about a year Aalto finally began to settle. Now twenty-six, she enrolled at the local university with a major in marine biology. She might be terrified of large bodies of water, really any water, but she still found its creatures most fascinating. Aalto was especially transfixed by the ocean. The creatures and myths it held, untold depths just waiting to be explored. It was a pull she felt deep within her gut. But with it was a feeling of dread. She had gotten a job down at the fishing docks, until a tragedy occurred. A passenger fell overboard and, too terrified of the water to intervene, Aalto allowed them to drown before assistance could arrive. With another death on her consciousness Aalto has sworn away the mer-folk part of her forever to the point that most now believe her to be human with an irrational fear of water. 

[submerg3d]

BREAK THE CHAINS NEVER LEAVE THE MINES

( cillian murphy / 96 47 / he/him ) gone so long, and still the same -- ORNOTORNOTORNOT. ELIAS HENRY AVERY has been gone for too long, and was supposed to be gone for good. the HUNTER and FORMER MAYOR recently made a reappearance at the new year's eve celebration -- just that nobody believed him when he claimed to be the original elias avery, born in 1928. the police claimed him to be a long lost relative, abducted and stuck in delir. his new cover up job is being a COMPOSER.

darkness, it absorbs you, and it never quite leaves you. can you drown in darkness, if it's dark enough? tw abuse, violence, gagging mentioned, indicated child abuse

He ignores her words out of habit. Her knuckles are bruised, and her face is buried deep in what she’s deemed magical waters, but Elias is sure that it’s just a muddy broth, and not much more. Breathing it in and out cannot feel good or ‘freeing’, as she claims it to feel - her fingers grip the bowl so hard, so shaky, that it looks like she’s just holding back her gagging reflex. His mother lifts her head, face dripping, hair dripping, lips slightly parted, and stares at him. He stares back, unsure what she expects him to do, so he waits for her to speak again. She doesn’t speak until he himself opens his mouth to do so, though, and then he just sits there, back pressed into the hard material of his chair, and waits the moment out. Then, his mother leaves. A few steps into his future, his mother isn’t present. She’s a relatively old addition to the collection of faces he’s keeping in his brain. More precisely, at fifteen, his shelves are so stuffed, that there’s barely one he can keep in mind. The most prominent one is his uncle - dark beard, dark eyes, and soul just as dark. Darker than the nights in the Westray's forests would ever dare to get, and when he years later learns that that’s just a fracture of darkness compared to what else is out there, he considers the city lost and gone. Elias' uncle raises him alone, and without the guarding hand of a second parental figure, he grows to be (or to act?) just as twisted as his uncle. He strikes with force, and with brutality, and as the clock strikes twelve on his 22nd birthday, he’s long joined the military, to fight in his country's war. What he struggles with, as he’s (not so) far away from home (what even is that), is the quickening heartbeat in his chest, pushing him down, lower, to the ground. Then he’s panicking, shaking, in the middle of a training session, at night, when he’s alone. This one time, and never again. Fast forward, his touch is burning, his gaze is stinging, and his weapons lethal, just like his hands. Dark Witches, he deems his personal enemy. His cover-up is easy; a mayor, living in a large house on the borders of the town, piano sounds sometimes echoing out of it. He forms, what the Averys stand for today -- hunting. While his mother believed in magic, Elias doesn't. Elias believes in consequences.

[kyerivers]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

full name —kye rivers

faceclaim — aron piper

gender & pronouns —nonbinary & they/them

species: merperson

powers: typical merfolk abilities

sexuality — bisexual

age & birthday — 28 - march 5th, 1996

zodiac — pisces ☼ , aries ☾, sagittarius↑

occupation — bartender at setting sun

length of time in — one year

pet: none

relationship status: single

Likes: anything upbeat, dancing, energy drinks, drugs, iced coffee, piercings, cigarettes, fast food, the gossip collum in magazines about celebrities, thunderstorms, flirting, sketching, outdoor activities, singing, gas station coffee, and being in the ocean.

Dislikes: confined spaces...that's it for now.

BIO INFORMATION

kye has been living amongst the humans for as far back as they can remember, though their parents have always made it a point to raise them amongst the merfolk as well. every summer they would spend it in the deepest depths of the ocean, amongst their people, learning about who they really were. then the rest of the year was spent on land, learning how to be human. unfortunately for ky's parents they tapped into the more chaotic side of life when living on land. they lived in miami, florida. in ky's defense there was a party around every corner.

from a young age, ky has always gotten into a lot of trouble. a lot of it had to do with the fact that they were learning how to control their abilities, while navigating new stages of both merlife and humanlife, and another part of it was that they loved a good time. especially one that involved everyone else also enjoying themselves.

often times they can be found late at night by the seashore, enjoying the waves gently crashing against them. if not there, then chances are, they can be found at the nearest club or bar dancing with whoever comes their way. they are pretty much fueled by drugs, energy drinks, and music.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

childhood friends- open

ride or die - open.

co-workers - open.

party buddies: open.

***As always, I am down for anything, if there’s ideas toss them out. I will keep adding as I flesh their story out a bit more :D

[gabedelarosa]

( taylor zakhar perez/ 33 / he&him ) wait, is that GABRIEL DE LA ROS at theTRICK OR TREAT again? i heard through a grapevine, that the THE LUNAR COVEN coven’s TRANSFIGURATION witch has been in town for THEIR WHOLE LIFE, and currently work as BARISTA. some say he can be IMPULSIVE and STUBBORN, but i thought he were actually FRIENDLY and ADVENTEROUS. 

CHARACTER INFORMATION

full name —gabriel de la rosa

faceclaim — taylor zakhar perez

gender & pronouns —cis male & he/his

species: transfiguration witch

powers: typical transfiguration witch powers

sexuality — pansexual

age & birthday — 33 - december 18th, 1991

zodiac — sagittarius ☼ , scorpio ☾, virgo ↑

occupation — barista at trick or treat

hometown — westray, washington

shifter animal: black cat

length of time in — local

pet: jack (sugar glider, named after jack sparrow)

relationship status: single

Likes: Indie emo pop-punk of the early aughts (think taking back sunday) to radio pop anything upbeat, frozen coffee (any time of year), tattoos, cigarettes (but he only really smokes them when he's drinking), fast food, trash magazines from the checkout, nights, gossip from the regulars at trick or treat, video games, walking, reality tv, coffee table books, leather, tarot readings, playing guitar, singing, gas station snacks, and being in his animal form.

Dislikes: awkward silence, cleaning, not having cash, having to sleep, driving, people who are cruel for no reason, getting too close, cruelty, death, sometimes himself, honey mustard (it's a long story), and probably more things. not much he dislikes tbh.

BIO INFORMATION

bio inspo from the main.

Everything, somehow, always goes bad. At some point, you stop wondering, and start thinking it’s a curse. Your mother dies. Your father dies. Your brother dies. And then, when you finally meet your best friend, fall in love with them, and are ready to take off into the real world right after graduation, they ingest a badly made love potion and also, die. But this time, not without questions asked. The police says it’s nothing, and you think that’s laughable. You question their friends, their family, their neighbors, and everyone starts thinking you’re crazy. But hidden in the shadows of the night, in your transfigurated form, you start picking up their trace. And a sick and twisted race against time begins – at least that’s what you think. Maybe they’re gone – maybe they’ve stopped. Then you won’t find answers.

HEADCANON STUFF

death tw

despite being born the most gifted of the two de la rosa children, gabriel has always felt he has been the curse of his family. it started on his tenth birthday with the death of his mother, who died due to health related reasons. after that, death followed closely after his loved ones, but the worst part of it all, they all died on his birthday. his father from a car accident when he was fifteen, his aunt in a similar fashion to his father when he was eighteen, then shortly after it was his brother from being mixed in with the wrong crowd, and every death caused him to hate his existence a bit more. the only one that did not occur on his birthday was the one of his best friend.

losing his friend, and first true love, opened a wound within gabriel that he knows will never quiet heal. because he thought that there had finally been a light in his vast darkness, finally a birthday without death, a chance for something good. gabriel blames himself for everything, because he knows he should've known the curse would eventually come back. he's accepted that he's been cursed, even learned to live with it, but this death he cannot seem to let go. how many more people are going to die because of him? the question haunts him nightly as he lays awake practically all hours of the night, reliving all the death he has experienced. he's tried to make sense of it, but nothing makes sense.

he tried searching for his answers openly, but everyone kept telling him he needed to let things go. so, he turned his investigation another way. every night gabriel roams the streets of westray in his black cat form, searching for answers on the death of his love. he poses as a stray cat in various spots, tuning in on conversations that might have some clue, spying on the people around him in plain sight. he has come across a lot of useful information like this and truly believes he is close to uncovering the answers he's seeking. there are nights in which he is in his cat form just because, as gabriel loves being in his animal form to be honest.

he loves meeting new people who enter trick or treat and enjoys getting to know all the regulars. listening to the stories everyone shares with him is one of the best parts of his job if you ask him. that and the free coffee. he is very friendly to most everyone who comes his way, despite the sadness he feels on the inside. but for many reasons that gabriel keeps mostly to himself he does not really allow himself to get too close to people.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

long time hometown friends/acquaintances- open

favorite customer - gossip buddies? growing friendship? i want it all.

co-workers - open.

roommate: open

tbd

***Legit down for anything, if there’s ideas toss them out. On dash chem is my favorite and just love winging it too! I’ll fill this all out more as time goes on for sure!

[casvxughn]

Sand lines in my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean

𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃 ｡· 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ 𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃

( charles melton / 31/ he/him ) wait, is that CASPIAN VAUGHN at the THE PORTS again? i heard through a grapevine, that the merman has been in town for MOST OF HIS LIFE, and currently work as a PARAMEDIC. some say he can be OBLIVIOUS and RECKLESS, but i thought he/she/they were actually PLAYFUL and TRUSTING. 

𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃 ｡· 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ 𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃

BIOGRAPHY:

One of Caspians earliest memories was running. His father came into the room that he and his elder sister shared and told them that they needed to leave. 'Hunters. They've found us' was what he had told them and even at the age of four, Caspian knew that, that was a bad thing. A really, really bad thing. So the family of four gathered a few belongings and ran.

And they didn't stop for a couple years afterwards. They became nomads. They would settle somewhere for a little while - a couple months at the very most - and then they would move on. His parents were looking for anyone who might know something about the community of merfolk that they had left behind, if they had survived. They found out, on the eve of Caspians sixth birthday, that the merfolk kingdom in his hometown had been obliterated. It seemed like they were the only ones left.

Having the answers that they needed - and, obviously, being devastated because of it - Caspians parents turned to finding a proper home for their children. Somewhere they could grow up and maybe have the kind of community that they had left behind. It took a little over a year, but they eventually found Westray and settled there. Caspian doesn't remember much about his hometown, outside the stories that his family told him, but he hopes to go back ... eventually.

𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃𓈒𓏸𓂃 ｡· 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ 𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃𓏸𓈒𓂃

BASIC INFO.

Full Name: Caspian Phineas Vaughn

Nickname / Aliases: Cas, Casp

Age: 31

Birth Date: 2nd June, 1993

Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois, US

Gender: Male (he/him)

Species: Merman

Orientation: Pansexual

Occupation: Paramedic

Current Residence: Westray, WA

Spoken Language(s): English

RELATIONS.

Parents: Hannah Wright & Spencer Vaughn

Siblings: None

Significant Other(s): None (single)

Children: None

PHYSICAL.

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brunette

Height: 6'1"

Piercings + Tattoos: Left lobe

Scars + Birthmarks: None

[crowdcrow]

WHO SHOULD I SEEK? IF HOME WAS NEVER AN OPTION

( derek luh / 30 / he/him ) is there a difference between a crow in a cage, and a human? or if you twist, and shake, is it entirely the same? let's ask one who could understand, and test -- from my knowledge, ERIC SHERWOOD is a TRANSFIGURATION WITCH. Blink once, twice, faster -- fast as a PARAMEDIC fast as a CROW.

on the wall right beside you, watching from a distance, they're everywhere, and so is he. -- tw indicated child abuse, violence, murder, loss

He's eight, when he first meets her. A short boy, almost always covered in bruises with an unknown origin. There's no need to put it into words, when she understands without them. There's a reason for everything that has ever happened in his life, and when she comes rushing in and spins him right around, Eric can feel the darkness in his body chip and shatter, revealing a much lighter core.

Darkness, though, is his ever-staying friend. His magic manifests into the one thing he never has -- freedom. What has more freedom than a bird, left uncaged? When he finds out, he also starts lying, and learning. Every single surviving member of his family are dark witches, blood, poison, dream manipulation, void -- nothing is missing. He breaks the curse -- and gets one in return. The lie is easy -- poison is his calling, but his magic is weak. He learns all about it, studies it, reels in it, feeds them to himself to reach immunity, and often finds himself in needs of saving, but his best friend, Mira, she is there.

She was there, and then she's gone, shattered, and so is his heart. Death cause unknown, but Eric knows. The crow on the wall behind him, it knew, the moment he did it. Eric jumps, and takes the leap -- grasps onto the freedom he has, and is gone with the wind. Just, not quite. He's stays put in Westray, to search for a solution. A solution to make up for what he's witnessed, and never spoken up about.

There's multiple -- becoming a paramedic. Watching emergencies happen, and jumping right in to help. The first on the scene, the first to save. Watching, always from a distance -- and chirping on to who's interested. Chirping, because she cannot anymore.

[glowingmartyria]

WHO'S MY ANTIDOTE? PLEASE CURE IT, MY FLAME

( hailee steinfeld / is 75, appears 27 / she/her ) lost in her own ruins -- she built them brick by brick -- i can see ODESSA ASHFIELD (not loved enough, or loved too much, to have a middle name) at the EMERALD ENCHANTED again. (is there a thing as being loved too much?) her father recently told me, that the oldest of eight, fire leaning HIGH FAE has been stuck in this damned town for all her life. why does she not leave, you ask, and i ask myself the same question.

hidden behind walls, up the stairs, burrowed in a cardboard box in the attic, lies a favorite story in one of your beloved children's books, but this one, it's real.

Mirrors, as enchanted as they might be, are the closest personification of a curse Odessa has ever met. The house she is raised in is loud, in a much less enchanting way. Are you favored, for being the oldest, or are you cursed, for being the least seen? The least exciting? What is there to be, when before you was so much? There's no mother she could ask the most important question of them all: Who am I?

There's a difference, between all her older sisters, and her. Some were a present out of adoration, proposed as a question, an attempt of will you stay. Some were unloved, tossed and disregarded, and she -- she is formed, and crafted with so much love, that it almost dulls her heart out. Hunters rip the love out of her heart the moment she watches her mother die, at sixteen, and is not only left with a loud house (when she appreciates the quiet so much), but also with a loving, caring father. There is no love left in her heart, only dullness. Her fire has burned itself out. The rage, the fury, all the good graces, are gone, distinguished, up in flames.

While her sisters are mostly half High Fae, Odessa is it fully. Her mother's winds still live in her heart somewhere, but they don't dare and flame her heart back up. One meant to be powerful, left with nothing but emptiness, that does not want to return into her loving -- loveless -- hands.

So Odessa settles for a different kind of power, a different kind of magic. Law, and peace of mind. The peace of mind is a lie -- a rumor, whispered around the city as she passes by. Look at her hair. Look at her. She's so calm and collected. But there is only one thing: too much anger, directed at all the wrong faces. Her clients, when they mess up, her father, when he doesn't -- and he barely ever does. She wishes he would, ever so often, to give her anger a reason -- but he doesn't, and so she stays loveless, reasonless, and selfishly angry, at an imaginary person she can't put a face to -- but when she looks into one of the enchanted mirrors in their house, she does see her. Does see glimpses of her, in her own face.

[drowningdesolation]

HIGH TIDE CAME AND BROUGHT YOU IN

-- CURRENT SWEPT YOU OUT AGAIN

BATTLESHIPS SINKING

Full Name: Nick Ronelle Species: Merman Age: 30 Date of Birth: May 3rd Hometown: Westray, Washington Current Location: Westray, Washington Gender: Cis-male  Pronouns: He/Him  Orientation: Heterosexual (Bi-curious... for now) Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Woodside University Professor for Quantum Physics Language(s) Spoken: English, French, Spanish, some Mer dialects

BENEATH THE WAVES

-> includes potentially triggering content, such as alcohol abuse, severe depression

The mess in Nick's apartment reflects the state of his mind. Without spending a vast amount of hours per day drowning himself in the ocean's waves, his life feels meaningless, and empty. Though that just represents his nature, and not his wishes, wants and needs. Nick sorts through messy dishes, unwashed clothes, cleans up his room, his kitchen, his closets. He finds broken promises, his guilty conscience, pieces of his heart spread out through the apartment. He has a real, meaningful job now -- his life can't look like this anymore. This deranged, this isolated.

The answer to every question is easy, if you change your perspective until you find one that fits: But Nick hasn't been able to find an answer for Why not me, no matter from what perspective he looks at it. There were almost, and always, and then suddenly, anyway. There spiral has always been there, present and lurking, and that one single wedding he attended was what pushed him down, and held him chained down at the spiral's ground, in the middle of the ocean.

Nick has tried moving, and working, and sleeping, and drinking -- that a lot. In the end, what ultimately worked, was keeping himself as far away from the ocean as possible, without leaving the town. His moments trapped in his bathtub aren't his proudest moments, when the need to have his whole body covered in water becomes too strong.

He recovers the remaining pieces of his heart through quitting the ocean entirely, and instead focusing on what's furthest away from it -- space, and other things like it. Drowns himself in books, because he could never, under water, becomes vegetarian, so he never eats fish, avoids the pier, and seafood, and beach parties, and leaving the house in summer in general.

The ocean is supposed to be his home -- and when he was studying Marine Biology, it was also meant to be his career. But everything has changed -- and so has he.

[umbrasverdict]

I’m a miserable failure, that’s what I’m told; miserable failure, much too old

-----☽☾❩●❨☽☾---☽☾❩-----●----❨☽☾---☽☾❩●❨☽☾------

( tom hardy / 43 / he/him ) wait, is that KANE AVERY at the DAILY DAWN again? i heard through a grapevine, that the hunter has been in town for ALL OF HIS LIFE, and currently works as a PRINTING PRESS OPERATOR. some say he can be COLD and QUIET, but i thought he was actually SUPPORTIVE and ATTENTIVE. 

Name: Kane Avery Age: 43 Species: Human Hunter (Avery Family) Date of Birth: January 31st Current Location: Westray Orientation: Pansexual (Male Preference) Hair color: Medium brown, cropped and short Eye color: Dark brown Height: 6'2" Build: Broad shoulders, muscular- a bit of a ponched stomach Style: Grays, browns and greens, dark blue- work clothing and button ups Tattoos: Black axe on his right shoulder blade, eagle wing on his upper right arm, forest-scape on his left chest. Black chains on both his lower legs and old school flower on his left wrist.

Kane was born to the Avery family with the praise of a 'perfect hunter.' He was big as a child, quiet and stoic, with a mind for the training and an aptitude with everything they taught. He listened, was attentive, never questioned much and all of the older family members could see him in a position of power later in life. Maybe not the head of the family, but someone just beneath that- a general to lead the troops, so to speak. They told him always that he would love it. That he was born to love it. He needed to love it- the hunt.

Then came his first kill. It felt empty. Kane felt empty. All of these moments of his family, his friends- people telling him this was what he was meant to do and this was that? He felt a pang of regret to harm 'something' else because of his drive to feel that euphoria that the others told him he would feel. But after that? It felt like it had been him simply...tying his shoes, brushing his teeth- miniscule work that amounted to nothing. All of his youth a waste.

But he couldn't leave it behind. So he did what any good Avery did. He hunted. And he was, as thought of by his peers, good at it. Very good at it. Nonetheless, he still felt nothing. He yearned and burned for something to make him actually yearn and burn. He just wanted a spark at least. Something to feel.

Kane would say he's still like that well into his 40s. Aimless. Without direction. Maybe from the outside looking in, he's what the family wanted. A strong, quiet soldier who did as he was told. He did his 'regular' job at the newspaper and did the family's job when needed. And he never questioned anything. Maybe sometimes it was a little harder to pull him away from his antique cars or black thumb activities, but that was fine. But that was all a facade.

Kane Avery was a hollow point of a person without anything to show for his joys, his wants or needs. A scarecrow without a field. A tree carved into a weapon it never was meant to be, no matter how good it swung to kill.

[theusashfield]

introduction; the fire starter.

aesthetic | powers & abilities | headcanons | relationships | wanted connections

wait, is that prometheus 'theus' ashfield in the emerald lodge again? i heard through the grapevine, that the fire leaning high fae has been in town for 151 years, and currently works as the owner of emerald lodge. some say he can be hedonistic & arrogant, but i thought he was actually charming & generous. ( lee pace / appears 45, actually 284 / he/him )

i. details

full name: prometheus ashfield nickname(s): theus, ... age: appears 45, actually 284 date of birth: 1740 place of birth: the forest covered mountains of the bavarian alps, somewhere between germany and austria residential area: downtown westray | the forest gender: cis male pronouns: he/him sexuality: pansexual & polyamorous martial status: single occupation: owner and accounts manager of emerald lodge

ii. appearance

faceclaim: lee pace   hair: warm brunette, wavy, short back and sides, long on top  eyes: hazel with green facial hair: stubble to short beard, shave and repeat height: 196cm | 6'5  body type: tall, lean, athletic, strong scars: incoming

iii. personality

moral alignment: chaotic neutral astrology: aries sun . sagittarius moon . leo rising good traits: charming, generous, passionate, spontaneous, energetic, bad traits: hedonistic, arrogant, reckless, stubborn, quick-tempered,

vi. biography

he was born in the spring of 1740 (he doesn't remember the date), in the bavarian alps between what is now germany and austria. he doesn't remember the name he was given at birth, or at least he claims to have forgotten. in truth, he was somewhat of a prince... or so he says. he recalls his childhood, running amongst the trees and bushes, climbing the ridges and rocky outcrops, and swimming in rivers. he remembers playing with other children, dancing with his people at celebrations, and eating fresh food every day.

from a young age, he was mischievous and curious. he did not fear the local humans as much as he should have. he would appear before lost travellers and agree to guide them in exchange for sweets. he became a local legend, a sprite - so long as you gave him what he asked, you would gain safe passage... but if you tried to trick him, you could find yourself lost in the forest, wandering for days.

he doesn't say why he left, only that he was the only one to do so, and there isn't much to go back to.

after he left, he chose a new name - prometheus - and travelled across europe. sometimes he would stay with his own kind, sometimes he would blend in with witches, or humans, learning their cultures and languages. eventually, he got to the age where he started to grow bored. he found a witch who gave him an idea... a memory loss potion, so he could start all over again. it made things interesting... at first. perhaps it was his fae blood, but eventually, his memories returned. and when they did, he would go somewhere new.

he went to italy, spain, france, england, scotland, wales and ireland. he enjoyed meeting the fae of the lands, but he saw the growing influences and spreading civilisations of humanity. he kept finding witches for potions, but the effect of the memory loss took less and less time to fade.

he can't recall if it was a bad potion or too much drink that made him wake up on the boat from scotland to america, but by the time they reached new york in 1820, theus had accepted his fate. he gave the surname ashfield, and that was how he registered as a citizen. he laid low, avoiding the revolutionary war, retreating into the wilderness to be with his own kind while the humans killed each other. afterwards, he toured america and canada, searching for a place to settle.

in 1873, he came to the growing city of westray in the state of washington. old habits die hard, so he continued his life of revelry and pleasure-seeking. he stopped taking the memory potions since they hardly worked anymore. he'd developed too high of a tolerance for them to last longer than a few months.

his bad behaviour eventually caught up with him, and in 1950, he was presented with his first daughter.

he took in every daughter presented to him (who turned out to be his) and raised them with love. shortly after the arrival of his first daughter, he thought he should establish himself a little more... with the riches he'd acquired, he purchased the emerald lodge and has since become its owner and accounts manager. he always had an interest in counting, and what better thing to count than gold?

six more daughters would follow, and despite his recognition of his high fae blood, his dalliance with a human and a witch resulted in offspring, and they resulted in disdain from his fellow high fae.

prometheus didn't give a shit. he loves his daughters fiercely. he would kill for them, and he would die for them. besides... what's the point of being a fae if you don't bring a little chaos?