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          𝚒'𝚍  𝚋𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  ,  𝚖𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍  ;  that  there  is  SHYLO  NAVARRO  ,  notorious  for  being  (  reserved  )  and  (  obsessive  )  , but  there  are  times  when  he  can  be  (  empathetic  )  and  (  dependable  )  .   i’ve  heard  that  he  could  pass  as  a  MANNY  MONTANA  doppelganger  ,   but  i  don’t  see  it  .  the  (  thirty  seven  )  year - old  cis  male  (  beta  werewolf  )  has  been  in  town  for  (  five  years  )  and  they  are  (  unemployed  )  affiliated  with  (  the  crescent  pack  )  .   they  tend  to  spark  images  of  snapped  bass  strings  ,  crushed  cigarettes  and  blushing  cheeks  .

𝐎𝐎𝐂  :  hello  !  i’m deni and i am a newbie plant mom  .  i use she/her pronouns and live in the gmt+9 timezone  .   i’m terrible with ooc chats and half the time just want to vibe a connection or plot idea  ,  so please don’t hesitate to throw a half-formed thought at me because i swear i’ll do the same  .  my discord is gay fairy#6371  .   anyway  ,  here is one of my characters  ,  my pack mom /  punk ass man  !  i’ve never written him before  ,  so his biography isn’t complete yet  .  attaching his head-canon info instead  .  looking forward to doing stuff with you  ♡

           ———       i'll be watching from the center of the hollow moon.

          leather and black  ,  a little try-hard don’t you think  ?  whatever  .  this is what he wore before his hands got bloody and something close to a nightmare began  .  thankfully  ,  he’s woken up — the Accident was years ago  ,  after all  — but he’s never let go of the anger  .  not that shylo hasn’t tried  .  a regular practitioner of yoga  ,  careful control over his diet  ,  and weekly anger management courses  .  takes all that pain out with his music  ,  shredding on the bass and screaming into a mic  .  locals call in with complaints all the time  ,  but it’s better than the alternative  .  shylo used to call his old band home  ,  now plays with random groups when they pass through and need a hand  .  dreams of conquering stage and stage and stage are long gone  .  wears muddy boots to work and mastered the electric saw rather than the guitar  .  thanks to biology  ,  he hasn’t blown through his eardrums yet with how loud his music is  ,  and weren’t chains on jeans a thing back in the nineties  ?  he’s been sober for a year now  ,  but hasn’t been able to give up cigarettes  .  calls his mom all the time and gets choked up at movies about pets  .  loves a good scratch on the head  ,  don’t let the scowl fool you  .

                           ———   the bad wolf don't bite no more.

➤  full name.  shylo navarro  ➤  date of birth.  september 20th  ➤  hometown.  phoenix  ,  arizona ➤  gender.  cis male ➤  sexual attraction.  demisexual ➤  romantic attraction.  biromantic ➤  species.  werewolf ➤  bonds.  i will someday get my revenge on those who brand me a heretic  ;  i protect those who cannot protect themselves  .   ➤  flaws.   i judge other harshly  ,  any myself even more severely  ;  once i pick a goal  ,  i become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life  . ➤  wants.   understanding  ,  peace

          home.  a nice-sized wooden cabin in the wolf den  .  it’s a two bedroom situation  ,  but shylo keeps the place clean and clear  .  there’s a big wooden fireplace in the den  ,  a quaint kitchen and breakfast nook with big windows to overlook the forest  ,  two broad porches and furniture he’s built himself everywhere  .  tons of blankets and sleeping bags take up most of the storage space  ,  as shylo keeps his cabin open for wolves who need a place to crash  .  out back  ,  he’s got a wooden shed for his woodworking and a carport for his truck  .  the inside of the place is sparsely decorated --- a few pillows and throws  ,  warm rugs and leather couches  .  there isn’t a dusty surface in sight and the air stays moving and fresh  .  the spare bedroom has two bunks and a study dresser  ,  and his bedroom has a simple double bed with a heavy wooden headboard and navy blue sheets  .  the place stays warm and cozy  ,  and the back porch is perfect for morning coffee and yoga  .

          when he’s not at home  ,  shylo keeps to the wolf den area --- hiking  ,  checking on hikers and wolves  ,  and keeping paths through the forest clear  .  you can find him on the muddy paths in his rusty ford pickup moving fallen trees and touching-up cabins  .  since he isn’t technically allowed within the town  ,  he keeps to the borders and tries -- tries to be respectful  .  BUT --- he’s getting fed up with it  .  lately  ,  shylo has been organizing pack meetings and attempting to reach out to other packs in an attempt to stage a reform  ,  or protest movement against the discriminatory laws  .  when he does slip into town  ,  shylo can be seen at archie’s diner for their simple  ,  no-nonsense menu or buying cigarettes at the bodega  .  he’s able to shop in peace at wilson’s due to its’ size  .  in the wickery forest  ,  shylo hosts support group meetings for sober citizens and all shapeshifting supernaturals in his home  .  

➤  connections.

          he doesn’t trust authority figures  ,  some of these laws are archaic and cruel  ,  while other species who are more dangerous have too much pull in town  .  he’s thought about leaving  ,  but this is the one place he knows of where he can be himself at his most free  .  he’s enlisted a few allies who visit him in the forest  ,  maybe not friends but like-minded individuals  .  there’s some safety here  ,  where they can talk about unionizing and protesting  .  dangerous talk --- and he shouldn’t speak so freely around those he shouldn’t trust  .  then  ,  there’s the other shapeshifters shylo feels a kinship with  .  people he looks out for  ,  tries to take care of in his own way if they need it  .  some don’t like it  ,  thinks he’s patronizing or paternalistic but shylo tries  .  there’s some visitors for his support groups or yoga attendees as they work on staying cool  ,  calm  ,  and collected  .  this stuff is new  ,  only within the last year or so  .  before  ,  he was a little rougher  ,  earning enemies and a few squinty eyed looks from people that didn’t trust a trigger-happy wolf with a drinking problem and a chip on his shoulder  .  

          before the restriction  ,  shylo lived and worked at the hardware supply store  ,  so there’s a few old customers he helped fix up homes and lodgings  ,  or with around-the-house and school kind of things  .  he gave a few woodworking lessons to some of the brats around town who had too much time on their hands and too little to do  .  he has an old lover or two that he doesn’t speak to much now  .  things ended on a rough note  ,  he hasn’t had the chance to make it right  .  he’s got old neighbors  ,  too  ,  from when he lived in the old suburbs  .  old drinking buddies and bar fights  .  he’s on that twelve step program now  .  there’s people he runs into around town when he sneaks in  ,  some give him threats but some help him hide when the law’s around  .  maybe they’re buying his trust  ,  or forcing favors  ,  maybe they’re just being friendly  .  either way he’s not looking a gift horse in the mouth when times are this tough  .  all in all  ,  he really just wants people like him --- people who are fed up with the way this town’s running  who might be just as eager for a change  . 

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          𝚒'𝚍  𝚋𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  ,  𝚖𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍  ;  that  there  is  MARNIE  ORY  ,  notorious  for  being  (  lethargic  )  and  (  dependent  )  , but  there  are  times  when  she  can  be  (  passionate  )  and  (  observant  )  .   i’ve  heard  that  he  could  pass  as  a  ZOE  KRAVITZ  doppelganger  ,  but  i  don’t  see  it  .  the  (  thirty  /  ninety  )  year - old  demi  female  (  familiar  )  has  been  in  town  for  (  twenty  years  )  and  they  are  a  (  hair  stylist  at  moonlight  salon  )  affiliated  with  (  saint  belova  )  .   they  tend  to  spark  images  of  holey  knit  sweaters  ,  blood  moons  and  drunk  dancing  in  the  kitchen  .

𝐎𝐎𝐂  :  hello  !  i’m deni and i hate proofreading  .  i use she/her pronouns and live in the gmt+9 timezone  .   i’m terrible with ooc chats and half the time just want to vibe a connection or plot idea  ,  so please don’t hesitate to throw a half-baked thought at me because i swear i’ll do the same  .  my discord is gay fairy#6371  .   anyway  ,  here is one of my characters  ,  a sweetheart emo southern belle i adore  !  looking forward to reading your shit  ♡

                             ———      but oh how it feels so real.

          clapperboards and red lipstick  ,  sequin gowns and gin on the tongue  .  a vision under the spotlight  ,  you’d almost forget marnie ever had it rough —— that this woman was raised in a ramshackle farmhouse of chipped paint on wood and dust on the porch  .  she sweated like any other woman in the humid savannah streets  ,  but when she opened her mouth and poured her soul into a microphone she was a goddess  .  a dorothy dandridge type  ,  the type where she sang in clubs she couldn’t enter though the front door  .  and it was rough — god  ,  was it rough  .  but marnie dreamed about a life more than the one of her parents --- the shapeshifters  ,  servants of a coven of witches  .  energy sapped  ,  words unheeded  .  they were older and wiser  ,  unclouded by ambitions of magic and greed  ,  but did the witches care  ?  no  .  they wanted more  .  and marnie’s parents caught the suffering for it  ,  and she refused to be trapped within the same nest  .  and for a while  ,  it worked  .  cameras and kisses and smiles  ,  love notes and silk on the skin  .  when she stopped aging  ,  marnie lost everything  ,  and she quietly slipped away to find a new dream  .  

          she lived in her familiar form for a while  ,  a beautiful venous african bush snake  .  it was easier to cope with dead memories when she embraced the inhumanity of her kind  .  finding a witch was --- frankly --- an accident  .  something marnie dreaded  ,  but now------  with the passing of time and the loneliness  ,  maybe not something she feared as much as before  .  it marked the beginning of her end  ,  at least  ,  because soft hearts like her’s aren’t built for so many losses  ,  and maybe  ,  maybe  ,  the witch world had changed with the human  .  still  ,  marnie hasn’t forgotten the powerlessness of these binding contracts  ,  the frail boundaries between witch and familiar that could turn wayward at any moment  .  doubt lingers  ,  a soft echo  .  marnie may move slowly  ,  but she’ll keep her eyes peeled  .  waiting  ,  anticipating any breath of betrayal  .  the world’s never been a particularly pretty place no matter how hard she tries  ,  so she softens all of that harshness with candlelight and slow music  .  she still enjoys glasses of wine and whiskey  ,  keeps herself fresh with treats and glamour and spritzes  .  some days she lays in bed and watches the moon come up  ,  other days she finds the nearest balcony and breathes in the smell of life  .

                 ———      you must’ve seen her dancing in the sand.

➤  full name.  marnie  ory  ➤  date of birth.  july  5th ➤  hometown.  savannah  ,  georgia ➤  gender.  demi  female ➤  sexual attraction.  pansexual ➤  romantic attraction.  panromantic ➤  species.  familiar ➤  bonds.   something important was taken from me  ,  and i aim to steal it back  ;  i have a family  ,  but i have no idea where they are  .  one day  ,  i hope to see them again  . ➤  flaws.   i never fully trust anyone other than myself  ;  i remember every insult i’ve received and nurse a silent resentment toward anyone who’s ever wronged me  . ➤  wants.   freedom  ,  romance

          home.  a suburban home in the pinewood district  .  inside  ,  the three bedroom  ,  two and a half bath two-story is dark and quiet  .  the television stays muted on replays of the SOAP channel  ,  and the curtains are always drawn tight over the windows  .  the bushy  ,  big leafy green plants scattered throughout are lit by special LED lights  ,  and for the most part the stark pink and purple lights provides the only illumination  .  she has heavy old bookshelves filled with old records  ,  books  ,  dog-eared magazines and photoalbums  .  every drawer in the kitchen is the junk drawer  .  she has a full bedroom with a massive four-post bed  ,  but marnie’s more likely to be found snoozing on the couch in her familiar form  .  the house stays warm and moist  ,  with space heaters and humidifiers running throughout the seasons  ,  and the walls are bare of anything that isn’t a hanging plant  .   

          when she’s not at home  ,  which is rare  ,  marnie’s known to haunt a few local places  ,  though she tends to avoid witch-specific places  .  the barbecue at the grill will always be her favorite  ,  but if you see her at the backwoods pub don’t expect her to put a lot of effort into speaking with you  .  she’s not mean  ,  just tired  .  occasionally  ,  she’ll swing by the cafe on main during her lunch breaks for their sandwich wraps and witch’s brew for the jumbo’ist of jumbo coffees  .  marnie prefers to do her grocery shopping at the market  ,  but likes to slither through the evergreen gardener supply center when she’s feeling nosy  .  when she wants to dress up her home or treat herself  ,  marnie strolls through the white rose for new bouquets and arrangements  ,  enjoying the colors  ,  scents and sounds of the flower shop  .  a few years ago  ,  marnie worked as a librarian at the watermount library as a librarian and secretary  ,  and she still enjoys napping in the autobiography section  .  

➤  connections.  

          ninety years isn’t long  the span of things  ,  but that’s more than enough time to capture old friendships and enemies  .  friends would’ve met in the thirties through the fifties ,  the black and white glitz and glamour era of hollywood and jazz bars were the rage  .  she was younger then  ,  naive on the scene but working hard  .  she rejected witches  ,  fearful of the bond  ,  but that didn’t stop her from flirting with other creatures --- selling her blood  ,  dropping names of business scum to those who needed a bite  .  sometimes  ,  the arrangements turned complicated  ,  especially as everyone grew older and died around her and she didn’t have an excuse  .  she possibly owes debts to those that helped catapult her to the stage  .  there was a lover or two lost in the scene --- either because they left  ,  or their differences were too great to manage  .  she never expected to see them  ,  or any of her old friends ( or enemies ) friends again  ,  yet here they are  .  

          since becoming bound  ,  marnie’s made it a mission to reach out to other familiars for advice on how to work within the relationship  .  since moving here  ,  though  ,  she’s made a few connections  .  clients at the hair salon  ,  neighbors in the suburbs  .  a platonic soulmate she shares everything with --- from frustrations to fears to simple joys  . there’s a wine book club she’s totally apart of  ,  and even a competitor or two for the town’s garden of the month award  .  there’s a few gaming buddies she happened across online one day  ,  so now they’re invited over to her couch as long as they don’t try to make small conversation until she’s initiating it  .  a few years ago  ,  she helped someone out of a tricky  ,  tricky situation that may or may not bite them in the ass but they still owe her big time  .  and then there’s that weird ancient tome she happens upon in the library one day  . . .   good thing she knows someone who’s either old as fuck or super educated in the language to help her translate it  .  let’s hope it isn’t eh end of the world kind of apocalyptic literature  .  

➤  wanted connections taken.

          saint belova’s familiar. 

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          𝚒'𝚍  𝚋𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  ,  𝚖𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍  ;  that  there  is  ANGEL  PASCUAL  ,  notorious  for  being  (  ruthless  )  and  (  fickle  )  , but  there  are  times  when  she  can  be  (  generous  )  and  (  energetic  )  .   i’ve  heard  that  he  could  pass  as  a  SHAY  MITCHELL  doppelganger , but  i  don’t  see  it  .  the  (  thirty three  )  year - old  cis  female  (  human  )  has  been  in  town  for  (  one  month  )  and  they  are  the  (  owner of philautia  )  affiliated  with  (  howl  shin  )  .   they  tend  to  spark  images  of  platform  heels  ,  faux  fur  coats  and  bedazzled  phone  cases  .

𝐎𝐎𝐂  :  hello  !  i’m deni and i have kinda nice hair  .  i use she/her pronouns and live in the gmt+9 timezone  .   i’m terrible with ooc chats and half the time just want to vibe a connection or plot idea  ,  so please don’t hesitate to throw a half-ass thought at me because i swear i’ll do the same  .  my discord is gay fairy#6371  .   anyway  ,  here is one of my characters  ,  my femme queen  !  looking forward to vibing with you  ♡

                            ———      sorry  ,  i’m a dope girl.

          hair tossed in slow motion and a million-watt smile  ,  angel is all that and more  .  mother’s princess  ,   dad’s darling  ,  the world’s been handed to her on a diamond crusted platter and she wouldn’t trade that for anything  .  a jetsetter  ,  she’s graced the covers of tabloids with a string of celebrity friends  ,  that it girl of calabasas with the hot girl of the month on her arm  .  paris  ,  bangkok  ,  seoul  ,  and beijing — the world was hers to conquer  ,  and conquer she did  ,  ask any catwalk  .  a beauty  ,  angel launched her own path as quickly as she could  .  thanks to her family’s legacy  ,  she had all of the opportunity in the world  .  toddler ads as a child  ,  a disney show as a preteen and a hit album while she was wearing braces  .  after taking a quick break to focus on her education --- as she’d promised years before --- angel made a comeback to the small screen with cameo appearances on the hills  ,  the simple life  ,  and even the kardashians  ,  completing a circuit that left viewers begging for more  .  by the time she was twenty-five  ,  angel had her own show  :  slice of heaven for three seasons  . 

          her career hit a minor speed-bump when she came out as  which is why this town — this grimy  ,  podunk town in the a lesbian --- weird harassing tweets and family-called boycotts --- but angel persevered  .  she served as a special chair at every LA pride since  ,  and dated hot models and actresses all around the world  .  soon  ,  any it girl wanting to make a hit was seen on her arm and the rumor mills churned  .  angel wasn’t dating all of them  ,  of course  ,  but   . . .  on the cusp of signing a new album and TV deal  ,  angel received the call  .  her parents were retiring  ,  and she needed to step up to the plate  .  that’s how she finds herself here  ,  in the middle of nowhere  .  a podunk town sucking life out of her soul with every pickup or honda suv that passes by  .  angel’s known about the family business for years  ,  but she never expected to be the one to inherit the responsibility of taking care of a walking corpse  .  angel’s never backed down from a challenge before — ask any catwalk — but damn—  why couldn’t this be venice or the hamptons or something  ?  why does she have to be here  ,  why does she have to do this  ,  and why won’t her ex girlfriend and friends back in Civilization answer their fucking phones when she calls ??

                                   ———      light me in the flames.

➤  full name.  angel pascual ➤  date of birth.  april  4th ➤  hometown.  burlington  ,  vermont ➤  gender.  cis female ➤  sexual attraction.  lesbian ➤  romantic attraction.  lesbian ➤  species.  human ➤  bonds.   i’m trying to pay off an old debt to a generous benefactor  ;  i wish my sweetheart had come with me to pursue my destiny  . ➤  flaws.   i can’t resist a pretty face  ;  i have trouble keeping my feelings hidden  ,  my tongue lands me in trouble  . ➤  wants.   validation  ,  friendship

          home.  a splendid top-floor room at corinthians hotel  .  angel refuses to stay in her family’s home  ,  and is currently shopping around for that perfect palace to call hers  .  nothing will ever compare to the sky-high penthouses she enjoyed in los angeles and manhattan  ,  but if she’s going to be here for a while then she wants to be here in style  .  with a pretty view  ,  angel’s settled in nicely enough  .  suitcases out  ,  clothes overflowing from the tiny closet  .  room service trays sit waiting for housekeeping to take away  ,  and bottles of wine sit alongside sipped packages from gucci and hermes  ,  online retail therapy  .  there’s a balcony where she enjoys her morning brunch in the fresh air  .  the pillows and duvet are plush  ,  white and spotless  ,  but shoes and heels cover nearly every inch of floor space  .  

          when she’s not at home  ,  she dines regularly at sam’s place and crimson  ,  as she refuses to cook for herself  .  she enjoys the danishes and americanos from cafe on main  ,  but witch’s brew is better for instagram updates  .  angel regularly has blow-outs and manicures done at moonlight salon  ,  a place that’s become her saving grace  ,  and has dropped quite a few $$$ at moonstone and the gem hut  .  on weekend nights  ,  she’s easily spotted at panedmonium --- even though the place is absolutely disgusting  ,  the women are beautiful  ,  who can blame her  ?  still  ,  she’d rather have a few cocktails at the hotel bar first  ,  and she’s forever a sucker for mimosas and brunch  .  angel keeps up with her health by buying supplements and vitamins at the village pharmacy  .  she’s easily found at  philautia  ,  thinking of new ways to make this business of hers a hit  .  mostly  ,  though  ,  she’s scoping neighborhoods for a new home to call her own just in case she has to stay for years and years and years  . . . god forbid  .

➤  connections.   

          angel’s spent the better half of the past two decades in los angeles and abroad in europe and asia  .  along the way  ,  she’s associated herself with several one night stands and face-up friendships with people she believes can propel her into star-studded stratosphere  .  now  ,  don’t get it twisted  --- she definitely has a few fans who dug into her trashy reality show a few years back  .  devours of tabloids and twitter have most likely seen the fallouts of her relationships and media drama  ,  and angel refuses to consider even for a second why her old LA friends aren’t texting her back now that she’s ~retired to help her parents  .  still  ,  for those that drifted into her inner social circle  ,  they’ve experienced for themselves the shallowness of the friendships she cultivated  ,  the brutality of the social networking circuits  .  she let herself get caught up in it  ,  and maybe it was to the detriment of others  .  on the real  ,  though  ,  there’s someone she loved and lost  ( platonic or not )  that she never expected to see here as one of them --- and quite frankly  ,  she’s pissed as fuck they weren’t upfront with her about not being human  .

          in town  ,  she’s coming to terms with the supernatural world that she’s always known about but managed to keep a distance from  .  she thinks the laws are perfectly fine and totally normal ,  so she isn’t singing any petitions or campaigning for friends here  ,  and she may even have a few nasty run-ins that make her want to call the nearest hunter for protection  .  there’s the potential best friend who may actually be her first real friend since  ,  like  ,  kindergarten  ,  and a acquaintances who may help her see a different side to her dogmatic  ,  stubbornly held beliefs  .  there’s other humans she’s clinging desperately to for sanity  ,  and a few city politicians she’s giving a piece of her mind to about more restrictions and more security for the easily hurt (  read : her )  .  her parents aren’t fans  ,  they’ve always been supportive of the supernatural community  ,  but angel isn’t her parents  .  some may be disappointed to find she isn’t as sympathetic  .  on the other hand  ,  hers is a friendship easily won for a few moments --- flash a pretty face or dangle something vintage and she’s in  .  back home  ,  angel would do anything -- anything --- for her friends  ,  here she just wants to be safe  .  

➤  wanted connections taken.

          howl shin’s personal assistant  .

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          𝚒'𝚍  𝚋𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  ,  𝚖𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍  ;  that  there  is  SIWON  RYU  ,  notorious  for  being  (  materialistic  )  and  (  temperamental  )  ,  but  there  are  times  when  he  can  be  (  individualistic  )  and  (  optimistic  )  .   i’ve  heard  that  he  could  pass  as  a  KIM  TAEHYUNG  doppelganger  ,  but  i  don’t  see  it  .   the  (  twenty  four  )  year - old  agender  (  witch  )  has  been  in  town  for  (  a  few  months  )  and  they  are  a  (  cashier  at  one  man’s  treasure  )  affiliated  with  (  the  blackwood  coven  )  .   they  tend  to  spark  images  of  views  from  a  water  tower  ,  tattooed  runes  and  basking  in  the  sun  .

𝐎𝐎𝐂  :  hello  !  i’m deni and i don’t know what an aesthetic is  .  i use she/her pronouns and live in the gmt+9 timezone  .   i’m terrible with ooc chats and half the time just want to vibe a connection or plot idea  ,  so please don’t hesitate to throw a half-formed thought at me because i swear i’ll do the same  .  my discord is gay fairy#6371  .  anyway  ,  here is one of my characters  ,  a chaos child i adore very very much  !  looking forward to writing with you  ♡

                                 ———      wont let go at any price.

          T  .  R  .  O  .  U  .  B  .  L  .  E  .  some folks are bound to project it out into the universe  ,  aren’t they  ?  and of course it’d come straight from a brown-eyed cutie  ,  two months into an apprenticeship with the high witch of daegu’s coven  .  started small a bit of magic here and there to ace gym class  ,  write that essay and  enchant his music to something irresistible to the ear with half the effort  .  of course siwon’s sudden transformation into a spectacular violinist and a sudden A student caught attention --- questions asked  ,  answers insufficient  .  his parents and maester weren’t happy  ,  the coven making subtle threats about an eviction if siown didn’t stop  .  he tried to make all these little problems disappear before  BANG  !  there’s cops at the door and reporters in the yard  .  the theater’s blown to bits and siwon’s left standing in the embers  .  he didn’t mean to  .  honestly  ,  he didn’t  .  just thought a little tying up loose ends before he poofed over to nowhereville would be a good idea before that tenuous hold on magic just  slipped------

          so  ,  that didn’t work out  .  that’s okay  ,  siwon’s a boy of many talents  .  he peaced out and tried his luck in sokcho  ,  moscow and tokyo --- wandered all the way around with a helping hand outstretched that just really  ,  really wouldn’t cooperate  .  little scares here  ,  some monsters there  .  siwon’s got a number out and half a dozen warrants to his name before he charms his way into the states and steals a junker of an RV for himself  .  sets out across the road  ,  trying hard --- so hard --- to stay out of trouble this time because he so doesn’t want to go to europe yet  .  he sends his loving  ( but TIRED )  parents postcards from cities and quirky museums he visits  ,  and life on the road and jumping from coven to coven was pretty rough before his RV broke down on the outskirts of watermount  .  figuring this was the universe’s way of granting him a new home  ,  siwon threw himself at a coven and struggles --- badly --- to adapt to the town’s laws  .  there’s so much to do  ,  so much to see  ,  and siwon’s terrible in the backseat  .

                                   ———    we gotta make it last.

➤  full name.  ryu si-won  ➤  date of birth.  january 29th ➤  hometown.  toronto  ,  canada ➤  gender.  agender ➤  sexual attraction.  pansexual ➤  romantic attraction.  panromantic ➤  species.  witch ➤  bonds.   i owe everything to my mentor --- a horrible person who’s probably rotting in jail somewhere  ;  i would do anything to prove myself superior to my hated rival  . ➤  flaws.   a scandal prevents me from going home again  ,  that kind of trouble seems to follow me around  ;  if there’s a plan  ,  i’ll forget it  .  if i don’t forget it  ,  i’ll ignore it  . ➤  wants.  stability  ,  power  

          home.  huntington trailer park  .  upon arrival  ,  siwon sold his RV for scraps and moved into an aluminum home outside wickery forest  .  it’s small  ,  cramped with an array of thrifted furniture and old rugs  .  the closet’s overflowing with eclectic clothes and there’s always candles and incense burning  .  the roof leaks when it rains  ,  and the porch is nothing more than a piece of plywood  .  old books and notepads sit in stacks on the floor with pots of half-grown herbs and weeds for his brews  .  his bed’s covered with pillows and fairy lights stay tacked to the walls  .   instead of doors inside  ,  he’s hung beaded curtains and there’s crystals tucked under seats and tables to encourage good energy  .

          when he’s not at home  ,  siwon’s likely to be found at the swimming hole wearing a bandana and board shorts  .  skips rocks  ,  cannonballs  ,  swings from that ratty old rope  .  collects moss and molds that grow around the docks  .  he enjoys sacred ground and lafayette cemetery for obvious reasons  .  spot him scarfing mint chocolate chip cones at the scoop no matter the time of year  ,  grabbing fried rice and egg roll take-out at the china doll  .  he loves the blue and red slushies at the corner street bodega and the vegan pizza at big slice  .  for extra cash on the side  ,  he’ll sell you some magic infused herbs behind wilson’s or the college campus  ,  where he’s taking a few classes .  at one man’s treasures  ,  siwon offers tarot readings and talismans for a fair price  ( though whether they’re accurate depends on how friendly he’s feeling )  and often spends the boring hours talking to the furniture and clothes there  .  curious --- terribly curious --- he’s preparing for a trip to the pit just to see what the fuss is about  .  makes tik-toks  .

➤  connections.  

          what luck  :  siwon’s managed to land himself in a town that doesn’t allow magic outside of sacred grounds  .  how in the hell’s he supposed to get any better  ?  luckily  ,  one man’s treasure and the trailer park don’t get many visitors  ,  so he’s able to sneak in an extra practice or two---  until one day he’s caught  .  but no magic on town grounds doesn’t mean he can’t sell his charms and talismans and brews  ,  so he has a nice set of customers who don’t mind paying under the table  .  of course that sets him up for competitors among the other witches in the community but hey  ,  dude’s gotta pay the bills  .  siwon even takes commissions from supernaturals or humans who need a little something extra --- not to mention the infused herbs he sells to college students and  . . . others that have psychedelic affects  .  for all his talents here  ,  though  ,  he shines the brightest with divination ,  and he’s demanded to give tarot and star chart readings to more than a few people  ,  paid or pro-bono  .  a messy  ,  messy trail he’s left behind has brought him into contact with a few hunters  .  we’ll see how that goes  .

          curiosity gets the best of him  ,  so he makes plans to slip into the forest and the pit for a peek at things he probably shouldn’t see  .  he runs into a few difficulties there  ,  either from others who’re just as curious or people who are hiding something  .  a ritual gone wrong brings a demon or dark energy into his life  ,  and dude he’s not sure if the one offering a cash load for witch’s blood is going to do something shady or not  .  then there’s the typical set-ups  ,  the close circle of friends he studies or hangs out at the bodega with  ,  ones who’re able to drag him out to pandemonium when he’s in a dancing mood  (  and the middle of the street isn’t cutting it for whatever reason  )  .  there’s a few hook-ups  ,  past and present because he gets to hung up on people so fast and someone who arrived to town around the same time he did -- a few months ago -- and was his neighbor at the hotel  .  there’s cops and lawpeople he’s pissed off with antics around the swimming hole and other public property  (  brewed spray paint is awfully hard to get off of metal and bricks  ,  apparently  )  .  he’s got a magical mentor and is even trying his hand at mentoring a mentee’  ,  which should be  . . . interesting  .

➤  wanted connections taken. 

          christopher cho’s monster friend  . 

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Zoe Kravitz Zoey Grossman | L’Officiel Paris (February 2019)

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Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna (via wordsnquotes)

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Am I pleased to frighten you? Yes and no.

Marilyn Hacker, from “Untoward Occurence at Embassy Poetry Reading” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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lost boys aesthetic: carnival lights, boys cuddling in the moonlight, worn leather jackets, distant screams, strands of long hair swaying in the breeze, blood dripping from beautiful lips, dark sunglasses worn at night, the tapping of hard-soled boots on concrete, smooth skin in candlelight, moth-eaten sheer drapes, a low chuckle against your neck, cooling embers of a forgotten bonfire

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