Warning(s): This is an 18+ story for references to past psychological torture, murder, sexual themes, profanity, alcohol (and possible drug) use, and blood.
DEMOĀ [Updated: 9/12/22 // 48K Words]
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Five yearsā¦
Five years of hopingā¦
Five years of prayingā¦
Five years of beggingā¦
You were goneā vanished into thin air on your way home from workā and no one ever found you. Ripped away from your friends, from your family, from your life.
Everything had been torn away from you in one of the cruelest ways possible. At times you werenāt sure if youād ever see the sun again in all its glory. Feel the wind caress your face as sweat dampened your brow.
That is until the hours you spent hoping actually meant something; you were able to escape. Able to feel the blades of grass, the small rocks beneath, digging into your palms; the sun beating down on your back as you scramble away from your own personal hell.
You just werenāt prepared for how much things had changed. How the world had truly kept spinning with your absence; the people you love continuing to go on.
It wasnāt a matter of survival anymoreā¦ it was a matter of finding your place in a world you had been torn from.
A world that you didnāt know if youād ever fit in again.
Customizable MC: name, appearance, sexuality, gender, vices, and a smattering of other things. (Semi-Set personality when it comes to some things.)
Find out who captured you and choose what to do with the information you uncover. Are you prepared to learn the truth? Or will you crumble before itās ever revealed?
Romance 1 of 5 possible options that will be your saving grace amid the storm that has become your life. Will you be theirs too?
Donāt fall into another trapā¦ as you may not survive the next one.
And, as always, watch your backsā¦ You never know who is watching.
RO APPEARANCES // CHARACTER PLAYLISTS
Kade/Kara Lewis [M/F] - The Ex
32 [6ā1ā | Hazel Eyes | Dark Brown Hair]
They thought you were deadā¦ thatās all that you can think to rationalize the stinging feeling of betrayal working its way through your chest. Seeing your spouse, your former spouse, with someone else like a lance through your heart. Hazel eyes, dark brown hair, and a gentle smile, with a tad hint of weariness, were a welcome sight to see. The connection still thereā¦ even after all this time.
āI thought you were dead! I mourned you! I grieved for you! You canāt come back after five years and act like nothing has changed for me! Thatās not fair.ā
Michael/Margot Steele [M/F] - The Rival
32 [6ā5ā | Azure Blue Eyes | Raven Black Hair]
You had known them since kindergarten when you had gotten into your first (of many) fights. It was a rivalry, a feud, that stood the test of time as elementary, then junior turned to high school went by. Hell you even found a way to bicker as you both went to the university within your small town. If there was one thing you could count on it was having a biting retort tossed your way. You should have expected that nothing would have remained the same.
āI wasnāt jealous that you got them! I was jealous that they got you! Donāt you understand that? Canāt you see that itās always been you? That itās never been anyone else!?ā
Blaine/Blaire Ellis [M/F] - The Best Friend
32 [5ā7ā | Light Brown Eyes | Onyx Black Hair]
A constant source of warmth and gentle protection from the time you both could walk to the time you both first got braces. Youāve never done anything without them and the longest you had been a part was three days when you got a mild case of the flu back in seventh grade. Seeing them now? After all this time? All those feelings come rushing back but there may be a few added to the list now.
āI missed you so much. You have no idea how much I refused to believe that you were gone. That I had actually lost you because I never thought youād ever do anything without me. I wish I could have been there to protect you.ā
Wren/Wynn Cassidy [M/F] - The Investigator
33 [5ā11ā | Dark Brown Eyes | Dark Brown/Black Hair]
The newest addition to your small town of Aurora; the lead investigator on your case from the FBI. A person that keeps their cards close to their chest and always puts their duty above anything else. Theyāve come to Aurora to finally put your case to bedāand all the ones that came beforeā and they need your help to do so. As youāre the only survivor to ever escape from the madmanās clutches. You just need to figure out why you were allowed to liveā Special Agent Cassidy might be the just the person to help with that.
āIāll protect you, I promise, I wonāt let anything happen to you ever again. Not as long as Iām breathing. Youāll always have a place by my side if youāre willing to stand there.ā
Nicholas/Natalie Paxton [M/F] - The Suspect
32 [5ā9ā | Steel Gray Eyes | Ash Brown Hair]
A person that youāve known almost your entire life but havenāt ever truly interacted with; until now, that is. Where youāre staring into their soulful gray eyes as theyāre being questioned. You knew that they couldnāt actually see you but you still felt like there was something passing between you bothā especially when you know that they werenāt involved. Your belief, your faith in them, proves to be something they were never expecting and theyāre gratitude showcases in them trying to help you. Can you shake the feeling that theyāre hiding more than they seem to show?
āThank you for believing me. I-Iāve never really had anyone in my life do that before. Look me in the eye and I say I trust you, I see you, itās a nice feeling to have. To be accepted for what I am. Thank you. Iāll try to earn the trust youāve placed in me.ā
Other Important Side Characters [1 || 2 || 3 || 4]
??? [M/F] - The Kidnapper
The person that had captured you five years previously; a sadistic and cruel individual that likes to toy with the ones that have garnered their interest. Unfortunately for you, youāre that person.. will you be able to discover who they are? Before itās too late? Maybe theyāre closer than you think?
āOh, my little dove, how you amuse me so. I canāt wait until weāre able to see one another again.ā
Oliver - The Father
55 [6ā1ā | Jade Green Eyes | Black Hair]
Your father that has crumbled underneath your absence. Who has never forgiven himself for letting you vanishā¦ for not being good enough to protect you. Will you be able to help him salvage the man he used to be? Or will he forever be lost within his own self inflicted torment?
āIāve missed you so much. I-I donāt know what I wouldāve done if you didnāt come back. Iām going to be there this time, I promise.ā
Eliza - The Mother
54 [5ā8ā | Light Brown Eyes | Dark Golden Brown Hair]
Your mother that has finally had to step out from being the person thatās held so many peoples worlds together. A fiercely protective and loving mother, sheād never let you see how much the years have affected her but maybe youāll see her mask slip as the days wear on.
āIām here, Cricket. Iām never going to let anything happen to you again, I swear it. Iāll die before I let anything happen to you.ā
Gabriel/Gabriella Vega [M/F] - The Mystery
33 [6ā3ā | Light Green Eyes | Golden Brown Hair]
With a sunny smile and general kind disposition to the world, youād normally find someone like them endearing; if it wasnāt for the fact that they were the one who was currently dating your ex-spouse. You donāt know what you were supposed to make of themā or exactly how to proceedā but only time will tell.
āIām glad that youāre okay. Or, you know, as okay as one can be in this situation. I know you may not want to hear this from me, which I can understand, but welcome home.ā
Aurelian Academy, the pinnacle of evolution within the supernatural world; the first landmark to be erected after the Dark Agesā the time where supernatural races still lived within the shadows of the mortal world.
Youāve been prepared to go for your entire lifeā all one hundred years of it. Being the youngest child of a ruling vampire clan didnāt give you much choice in the matter. Going to Aurelian meant taking the next big step in your immortal life; finding your mate. While also honing your skills that will later help your people.
Will you be able to prove yourself to your parents? To your siblings? Will you be able to uncover the mysteries that surround the ancient school?
Or will everything vanish as the midnight sun approaches?
DEMO ā Chapter One, Part One [26K Words] ā 9/10/23
Create your character. Customize your name, potential nickname, gender (male/female/non-binary), sexuality, appearance, hobbies, and powers. (Note: The MC is a Vampire and is 100 Years Old.)
Choose from 3 Classes that your character has honedā Charmer, Shadow-Kin, or Warrior.
How does your character feel about humans? Are they simply ants that you donāt bother with? Potential allies? An intriguing conundrum?
Do you enjoy the modern world? Or do you miss the simplicity of the past?
Romance 1 of 8 potential romances. (With possible additions of polymances later on.)
Explore Aurelian Academy and uncover the secrets that litter the ancient halls. Just make sure you donāt miss class while doing so.
Koda Kingston [He/Him] ā Bear-Shifter ā Heās a mass of muscle and warmth, eyes filled with good humor and overall joy. Might not have a lot going on upstairs, but heās definitely got the spirit. [Male MCs Only]
Scarlett Voltaire [She/Her] ā Vampire ā Cold as ice, ruthless to any that oppose her, with a flair of heated contempt at the people who annoy her, Scarlett is the middle child to the oldest ruling family within the vampiric race. [Female MCs Only]
Cyrus/Cyra Aurelia [He/Him or She/Her] ā Phoenix ā Heir to the Eclipse Throne; theyāre the eldest child of House Aurelia, Founders of Aurelian Academy. Theyāre the pinnacle of what an heir should be: dutiful, strong-willed, and loyal above all else.
Quinn Grant [He/Him or She/Her] ā Wolf-Shifter ā An individual thatās been whispered about within the halls of your home; a prospected mate in the event that both your warring nations wish to unite. Now that youāre meeting them, you may be able to see if thatāll ever become a reality.
Caden Randall [He/Him or She/Her] ā Phantom ā Appearing on a random night five years before, theyāre not exactly what someone comes to expect when thinking about a phantom: scared of their own shadow, fretful, and a complete neat freak. Theyāre tasked with ensuring your stay at Aurelian Academy goes smoothly.
Sloane Addams [He/Him or She/Her] ā Wolf-Shifter ā A wolf-shifter without a pack, disgraced in the deepest way possible, they donāt seem to be that overjoyed at the prospect of attending Aurelian Academy, but that doesnāt mean theyāre not set on proving themself and finding a pack once more.
Blake Herrera [He/Him or She/Her] ā Vampire-Hybrid ā Your best friend (and potential FWB). With a flirtatious air, a rebellious spirit, and an affinity at finding trouble, theyāre a vampire that takes a bit to get used to.
Reginald/Regina Presley [He/Him or She/Her] ā Human ā A scholarship student to Aurelian Academy; the first of many that may be attending. With a thirst for knowledge, along with a devil-may-care attitude, theyāll try their best to fit in. Of course, thatās easier said than done. As theyāre the first human to ever be admitted as a student.
Hi! I just want to say that I like your story, and I'm looking forward to continuing ā”
Hello š
Thank you! That means the absolute world for me to hearā Absentia is a story I hold dear to my heart. It can just be a bit taxing at times due to the mindset I have to get into to be able to write.
Iām so honored that so many people seem to enjoy it though! Thatās something Iāll never be able to thank you all enough for. ššš
Midnight Sun, Chapter One: Part One is officially here! I apologize that this isn't the full release of chapter one, it got a bit bigger than anticipated and I still wanted to release something for you all on the deadline that I thought it'd be finished by.
It's around 26K Words!
Some of the features of the first part:
Customize your MC: name, hair (color, texture, and length), eye color, and skin color.
Interact with your family! Part One is a big family portion. In fact, once I'm done with the rest of chapter one, I'm going to be going back to the individual family scenes and making them longer, because I don't like how short some of them ended up being.
Meet two of the ROs!
Learn some interesting things about your family, or simply stay out of it.
In the next update, which should hopefully be the rest of chapter one, you'll be arriving at Aurelian, after the conversation with Helena, and meeting the rest of the cast! (Also donāt be too concerned if the stats donāt work, Iām still fiddling around with them.)
I couldn't find anything with search function but I was wondering if we will be able to set a nickname for MC? Like being named Alexander but using Alex in normal life, or maybe having a nickname only people MC is familiar with can use?
Absolutely! Itās been something Iāve been meaning to add and youāll be seeing it with the coming update of Chapter Two. ššš
aaaaa "I shouldn't still be in love with you" for M
The beeping of the machines played like a bittersweet symphony in their ears; for they knew you were alive, and thatās what mattered most, but they hated seeing you in such a state. They couldnāt imagine going through what you did and live to tell about it.
Sighing softly, M gently brings up your blanket to your chestā remembering how cold you always used to getā as a melancholic look etched itself across their face. Their fingers lingering near your shoulder, feeling the steady warmth that you were exuding, as they sharply exhale through their nose. An elegant brow pinching together as they sharply turn away from you; trying to desperately ignore the way their heart was screaming at them. They needed to focus on your charts, on the facts of the situation, not silly fantasies that would never become reality.
They were only to work steadily for another five minutes before a noise causes them to startle. Blue eyes snapping towards you; worry clearly fogging them into a deep blue. They hadnāt even realized that they had automatically moved to your bedside until they were touching you shoulder once more. Their eyesā normally so clinically detachedā observing your face for any minute signs of discomfort with an almost desperate air.
āThis shouldnāt be happening,ā they murmur softly, finally realizing that you had simply exhaled a bit louder than usual. A fact that normally they would have been able to realize before getting worked up; you were always special though. āWhy is this happening? I donāt understand.ā
Turning away, once more, M clenched their hands around their clipboard. Hoping that the dull ache would be able to bring them back to the present; to their fucking reality but they know now that everything would shift. That there wouldnāt be stopping the onslaught of emotions they would never be able to understand. Knew it the moment they had entered this room and met your gaze for the first time in five years.
Dropping their head, a miserable look flits across their face. āI shouldnāt still be in love with you.ā
It was murmured, softer than the midnight breeze outside, but it impacted them like a speeding train. Their breath escaping them in a harsh exhale as if they had been struck; eyes watering with the force of the revelation. They desperately wanted to leave, to escape these emotions, but they couldnāt.
Not when they turned back around and saw your slumbering form. So different from when they last saw you. How, even in your sleep, you were withdrawing into yourself to protect yourself. They couldnāt abandon you when you needed them; theyāve never been able to even if you never knew that.
Theyād just have to get ahold of their emotionsā become a Steeleā as theyād continue to work with you.
They werenāt going to let pesky hopes and dreams get in the way of you getting better.
The Wardenās, stationed within the bustling city of Seattle, were the first proof of what could come from The Scourge, a cataclysmic event that had set off a chain reaction that would forever echo throughout time: Los Angeles falling into the Pacific, New York City being partially taken over by water, the Sahara Desert sweltering in intensity which killed off native fauna in record amounts, were among the most prominent. Years of misery, of fear, transcending over a century, wherein every remaining government strived to figure out a solution.
Which they found in the form of Titanā the first meta-human, Patient Zero, whose natural abilities were enhanced by various procedures. Titan started a new wave, hope beginning to appear, as more and more meta-humans were foundā mainly due to the efforts of the Rose Familyā and their naturally honed abilities, seemingly derived from the Scourge itself, being able to combat the effects until thereās only fractal remnants of it left.
From there The Wardenās were formed, with Titan leading them, a new period of peace fell over the world once more. Of course, that never lasts as more and more villains began to pop up out of the woodworks, threatening the sanctity of the New World. However, without fail, The Wardenās were there to answer the call and defend those that couldnāt defend themself.
Titan persevered, The Wardenās went on, until a fateful day a decade ago on this dateā wherein Titan lost Peregrine, their sidekick and protege. Itās a day that will forever live in infamy, as itās a day that Titan lost Peregrine, but the world lost Titan.
ā Excerpt from the Seattle Times.
The world was your oysterā at least thatās what you were told. By who? Youāre not quite certain of that. Everything could be possible if you just strived to reach itā¦ They just never tell you how to deal with the harsh reality of it forever being unobtainable.
Maybe thatās why you fell into a life of crime? Well crime is a stretch, youāre more a prisoner in a heavily guarded fortress than anything else. Youāre not quite sure, not being able to remember the majority of what brought you to this moment; only fragments of what used to be visits you in your sleep. Of course, working for Diego Ruiz, the local crime boss in downtown New York City, wasnāt the worst possible job, barring the imprisonment, not that you were truly part of anything nefarious to begin with, but you still saw things youāre never sure youāll be able to unsee.
When he gets arrested, you canāt say youāre too surprisedā after all he took a lot of gambles while not having the intellect to back up such movesā but you are concerned about what the future could mean for you.
Nothing you ever imagined could prepare you for whatās in store, however. Never could have imagined The Wardenās would have such a vested interest in you. Youāre nothing special, havenāt been for as long as you could remember.
And why the hell do they keep calling you Peregrine?
Play as an MC that doesnāt quite remember their past life. Is it possible that youāre Peregrine? The protege that had been killed in a surprise raid a decade before? Or is something more nefarious going on and youāre simply caught in the middle of it? Why are you suddenly developing powers that youāve never had before? And why the hell do you feel like youāre in a constant state of deja vu?
Please note that this story is rated 18+ for depictions of explicit language, alcohol consumption, potential drug use, sexual themes, mentions of death, blood, torture, and grief.
Customizable MC: name, nickname, appearance, sexuality, hobbies, bits and pieces of what occurred in the last decade, and more! (The MC has a slightly semi-set personality.) Youāll also be able to partially design your Avian friend: name, gender, and feather colors (itās a Peregrine Falcon). The MC is 28.
Bond with The Wardenās and discover, or potentially rediscover, your found family. The people who thought they lost you.
Uncover the seedy underbelly that lurks beneath the surface of the New World. Will you be able to discover what exactly happened to you? Uncover if youāre truly Peregrine or someone, or something, else entirely.
Romance 1 of 4 romance optionsā from the newest initiate within the Inner Circle to a suave, if slightly broken, billionaire villain.
Cultivate your powers that are both new and old.
Youāre a dead ringer for a hero the world thought it lostā¦ Just make sure you donāt lose yourself too.
Camilo/Camila Osorio ā M/F
Age: 29
Power: Chlorokinesis ā the ability to create and control plants.
Alias: To the world theyāre known as Verdant, partner to Frostbite, a superhero within the Inner Circle of The Wardenās.
Appearance: Of Colombian descent, they have richly tanned skin with piercing dark brown eyes to offset it. Ash brown hair is naturally slightly wavyā Camilo has his to his jawline and Camila has hers to her shoulder bladesā which brings out the elegant contours of their face. An alluring presence all around, partially due to their powers, they stand at around 5ā5ā with a lithe body type.
Personality: While not being completely unkind, theyāre not the most welcoming person. They donāt detest you, but itās clear that theyāre barely able to be in the same room with you. After all, they were best friends with Peregrine (with you?) and being near you only brings back painful memories. A wall of apathy, and sometimes cutting remarks, separate you from them, but at times, when they think youāre not looking, grief flashes through their gazeā latent pain rising to the surface that theyāve tried to bury for years.
Romance Route: Ex-Best Friends to Lovers, Slightly Rivals to Lovers (in a roundabout way), Lost Love, Finding Each Other Again, and Second Chances.
Airan/Aira North ā M/F
Age: 26
Power: Cryokinesis ā the ability to create and control ice, while not being affected by the cold.
Alias: To the world theyāre known as Frostbite, partner to Verdant, the recent addition to the Inner Circle of The Wardenās, a prodigy in the making.
Appearance: Ebony ringlets, thatās strewn with arctic blue and white, fall to just beneath their jawline, complementing the dark brown tone of their skin. Sapphire blue eyes shimmer with warmth despite the coldness that always seems to follow them. With a slender physique, theyāre not one to get into fist fights but that doesnāt negate the danger level they could present. They stand at around 5ā8ā.
Personality: With the warmest smile and a boisterous laugh, theyāre the embodiment of a golden retriever. Always wanting to make other people happy and stress free, with a genuine quality that surrounds them. They may be one of your ācaretakersā to help you get acclimated with the world once more, and your growing powers, but they truly wish to be your friend too. No matter what theyād always be there to lend a hand if needed, or a shoulder to cry on.
Romance Route: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Golden Retriever, Stuck Together, Gentle Compassion.
Damon/Diana Ambrose ā M/F
Age: 45
Power: Widely regarded as the most powerful meta-human, partially due to their past thatās still shrouded in mystery, they have multiple abilitiesā flight, invulnerability, enhanced senses, and super strength (to name a few).
Alias: Theyāre known to the world as Titan, the old leader of The Wardenās. An individual that hasnāt been seen in nine years and rarely, if ever, leaves the comfort of Warden Tower.
Appearance: Fair, perfectly unblemished, skin is complemented by the raven black color of their hair. Piercing green eyes, that look almost unreal due to their brilliance, brings out the chiseled features of their faceā high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, well defined nose, and full lips. They were made for perfection, but is it truly all that itās cracked up to be? With a toned/well muscled body, they stand at around 6ā3ā.
Personality: With a softly compassionate nature, paired with a presence that could silence an entire room by simply appearing, they were born to be a leader. Born to guide and help any that needed it. With a loving demeanor, wherein they have their heart on their sleeve, itās no wonder that they took Peregrine in, at the ripe age of fifteen, in order to help train the young person that was clearly trying to find their way in the world. Itās also no wonder that they completely lost themself when losing Peregrine, something that they believe could have been completely avoided, and theyāve forever blamed themself for it. The last decade has brought with it a slew of darkness for them, their smiles not coming as easily, their anger at themself growing, and their hope slowly fading. Maybe with your reappearance things will be okay?
Romance Route: Old Mentor, Age Gap, Second Chances, Reunion, Forbidden Love (on their part), and Slow Burn.
Morgan/Morgana Rose ā M/F
Age: 38
Power: Shapeshifting.
Alias: Theyāre infamously known as Silhouette. The leader of a criminal enterprise known simply as Syndicate.
Appearance: With sharp gray eyes, that seemingly stare right into your soul, and honey beige skin thatās complemented by their wavy auburn hair. They have an aura of danger consistently surrounding them, giving many the impression that they shouldnāt be trifled with. With a lean body type, they stand at around 6ā0ā.
Personality: Being called a variety of names within the tabloids: āThe Lost Roseā or āWilting Redā, to name a fewā due to their abrupt departure from their rather famous family. Theyāre infamously known as Silhouette; a master manipulator, cutthroat in their dealings, and refusal to backdown over something they want. Of course, thatās simply gossip from individuals that have never truly met themā much like the tabloids that speculate on the life of the lost Rose Heir. Despite what you may think of them, theyāre your best bet at discovering what happened to you in the last decade.
Romance Route: Enemies to Lovers (in a sense), Slow Burn (slightly), Age Gap, Villain/Hero, Misunderstood.
Itās asked flippantly, almost in the manner their partner normally interacts with themā free, compassionate with just a hint of humorā which almost makes it something that was completely ignored, something that theyād allow themself to ponder over later, but the touch of genuine exasperation causes them to raise their dark brown gaze to honey brown. Bafflement etched across a normally serene face only adds to the growing puzzle that is their partner.
āI donāt see what?ā They settle back in their seat, interlacing their fingers together underneath their chin. āWe solve mysteries for a living, Shaw. Iād appreciate it if there wasnāt any between the two of us.ā
Shaw snorts. āYou really think Iām gonna just give you the answer, Cass?ā They shake their head, popping another fry into their mouth. āIām just going to watch the show thatās about to unfold in front of me. I think itāll be mighty interesting.ā
They roll their eyes, settling their gaze back onto their own meal. āYou do that, Shaw.ā
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Our beloved Agent has come to life due to the incredible work of @enspey. I canāt even begin to explain, or express, how wonderful it is to work with her, nor can I truly show how much I adore her work and all that sheās been able to do for my characters and Absentia as a whole. If you ever want to have your characters commissioned, I strongly urge you to enlist Enspey in doing them!
1. Does the kidnapper have any disorders?
2. What year is in the book?
(Sorry for my english)
Hello š
I canāt really go into the finer details of who the Kidnapper is/what theyāve experienced. Especially if it has to do with their day-to-day persona. Once it gets organically revealed within the story? Youāre all free to ask me whatever youād like about it (within reason)ā¦ I apologize for the non answer.
I donāt really think of a date, but Iād say itād probably be around when the book was originally sharedā about 2022.
Your English is completely fine! Donāt worry at all!
About 32K words (including the code) have been revised within Chapter Two! I know that may not seem like a lot, especially given how long Iāve made you all wait, but Iām happy with the first half currentlyā Iām excited to get into the thick of the second part! Plus, I lost around 20K words a few days ago, still not over that, but I think the revised scenes (of the revised scenes) are even better!
Thank you all for being so patient with me! I truly appreciate it. ššš
Physical Description: Rowan Steele stands at a staggering height of 6ā8ā. His muscular physique, from the old days as an athlete and consistent exercise, only adds to the intimidation factor he seems to have. With golden blonde hair, thatās styled neatly, paired with ice blue eyes, heās the pinnacle of what youād come to expect from a Steeleā his sharp jawline and high cheekbones only accentuating the look.
Personality: Heās an intriguing man to get to know. Stoic and sharply intelligent, Rowan lets few things get passed him, but thereās nothing he wouldnāt do for Aurora or his familyā loyalty means the world to him and he is the personification of it. Although he may not be the most affectionate of men, nor does he wear his heart on his sleeve, he always ensures that the people he cares for know that he does care for them; itās just in his own way. If a person were to get closer to him? Youāll uncover a man that has a dry wit and sarcastic sense of humor.
Occupation: Chief of Police for the Aurora Police Department (Formerly)
Physical Description: Oliver stands at around 6ā1ā with gentle jade green eyes. His onyx black hair used to be cut short, partially due to his own wish to look professional, but it now falls to just underneath his ears in unruly waves. What used to be faint stubble, if not a completely clean-shaven face, is now a beardā albeit well groomed. With an intimidating buildā strong arms, broad shoulders, and well-muscled legsā itās no wonder that many wouldnāt wish to cross him; even though heās the human equivalent of a golden retriever.
Personality: Heās always been a man thatās had a smile or grin on his face. How could he not? He lived in the greatest city, had an amazing job wherein he worked with his best friend, married to the love of his life, and was able to be the proud father of his child. Reminiscent of a golden retriever, always wanting to be of service in some way, Oliver has always been a man that put his best foot forwardā especially if it meant his family would be able to be taken care of. And, even now, where his inner demons have taken control over him, heās still searching for that light out of the dark.
I saw the new improved post about MCās mom, and I adore her to pieces. She sounds wonderful š„°
Give her all the hugs for me! š
Iām so glad you enjoyed it ā¤ļø
All of the important side characters will be getting their own, thatāll be linked within the Important Information post, because I think itās neat and I also think itāll be a bit easier for you all to have access to their information at the tip of your fingers.
Eliza is one of my absolute favorite characters within Absentiaā for obvious reasons and potentially not-so obvious reasons. Sheās an extremely complex individual that Iām so excited for you all to get to know better.
I just got around to reading that M snippet you recently posted on Patreon and and you manage to pull of angsty and sweet so well? "For once in their life, they couldn't agree with that statement more." I'm not even an M mancer and I melted at that!
Thank you so much!!! Thatās one of my favorite M snippets that Iāve ever made and Iām so glad people seem to enjoy it. I wanted to delve a bit more into how M feels, both when in regard to the MC and without, which I hope I was also able to pull off.
One of my favorite things within said snippet is that every time M recalls the statement, until the very end, it always starts with You, which, to me anyway, signifies that itās something theyāre recalling for themself, that theyāre remembering to stand by, but itās not something they necessarily believe. Until, as I mentioned, the very end when itās finally I. Just another fun moment within the snippet, I think.
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Occupation: Neurosurgeon at Steele-Sloan Memorial Hospital.
Physical Description: Eliza stands at around 5ā8ā with piercingly intelligent cognac brown eyes. Her darkly hued golden brown hair falls in soft curls down to the middle of her back, but the strands are normally seen within either a refined updo or a low ponytail. Sheās elegantly boned, almost delicate, with an air of grace that follows her around everywhere she goes.
Personality: Highly intelligent, fiercely loyal, and with a sharp tongue, Eliza isnāt a woman youād want to get on the bad side of. However, sheās an extremely loving/compassionate/gentle individual that cares endlessly for the people that she believes have earned it/deserve it. Consistently putting their needs above her own, however unfortunate that may be, Eliza would do anything for the people she loves.
Hey! This is a little fic I wrote for @absentia-if ! I wrote it very late and just finished sum final touches (I did write it w my own name first so if there r any slip ups w the MC's name, my bad, I'm a selfshipper lmao) tumblr fucked up my formatting, apologies it took a while, but! Enjoy :) I hope I didn't write it too out of character
M's head spins as their fingers fumble for their phone. It's out of habit, really, calling when drunk. Their head feels like it's dunked in a bathtub full of fog as they pull up MC's number. Wind rustles the trees around them, sitting in one of their parent's big, polished gardens. Everything here seems soā¦ perfect. Radiant green grass all cut to the same, even length, no trees with too far overhanging branches, no leaves litter the grounds, all the stone walkways and paths are clear and clean, polished to perfection. Not a single flower wilts or bends out of place. Perfect. Uniform.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Suffocating.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā M pulls at their collar, trying to release some of the pressure clinging to them. Against their ear, mashed against the hair they can't seem to focus enough on to feel agitated over, the phone rings and rings and rings until an all too familiar voice rings out, instead.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Hey!" The tone is sing-song-y and light. "This is MC, sorry I'm not here but leave a message and I'll be sure to get back to you!" They can hear the smile in MC's voice and it makes their chest constrict in a familiar feeling. Yearning. In a wine-addled moment, they forget when they are. The same message they've heard so many times throughout five long years combined with inebriation make it all too easy to forget. To bring them back to the night they got that damned call. The telltale beep sounds out and M feels the dam of their feelings start to rise over.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "I miss you." They start it with that, slurred with more than just wine. "I miss you so goddamn much. I want you here so bad." The whole and ugly truth, laid bare. Emotion wells up in their throat and it's all they can do to choke out the next sentence, knowing all too well they only have so much time. "I should've told you. I should've fucking told you, said something, but, god, I was so fucking scared. Now I'm justā¦" They pause, all but sobbing into their phone. A wet, choked sigh leaves them, harsh and full of hurt. "I'm just this. This thing. Walking around, talking to people, just this hollow thing. I'm normal and fine but nothing is the same without you, hasn't been the same without you here toā¦" Their throat closes, cutting off the word.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā To what? To annoy them? To talk to? To love? All of the above, they decide. They close their eyes. They drag in a sharp breath and try to bring an image of MC to mind, how they'd last seen them, but somehow it's wrong. Somehow it's different, in a memory that hadn't happened before they went missing. But, in their drunken state, it's dismissed as easily as the leaves bend to the wind.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "God, I just love you. So much it hurts," they laugh, bitter. "Funny. Finally get to it and some sick fucker decides it's you. It's all just so-"
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The beep signifying the end of the message sounds. M's fingers tighten around the phone so hard the cover creaks in warning.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "-fucked!"
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā They shout it, not caring that their family is still in the house. None of them could probably hear them anyway. M tosses their phone out onto the grass, watching with angry, teary eyes as it slides across the manicured lawn. They wrap their arms around themself and allow themself just one moment of unapologetic emotion. Shaking with any number of feelings they can't quite name in the fog of drunkness, they sit.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā After a long, quiet moment, where the only sounds are the wind in the leaves and the crickets in the grass, they huff out a sigh and sit straight. Fuck it, they think.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Their sleeves bite their cheeks as they wipe their face but they stand with little problem, swaying only slightly. Luckily, the wine that still weighs them down quickly burns off any embarrassment they might've felt. M stumbles a little too hard and rethinks going for the keys in their pocket.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Fuck. Maybe they can get Juliette or Dean to drive them back to their place.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā MC rubs their eyes blearily. Sleep still clouds their vision but they do their best to reach for their phone. It'd woken them up with it's buzzing and for a brief moment, before clicking the lock screen on, they wonder if their mother or father had texted them. Or if it was a call from the station, if they had found something related to the case to be calling so late at night. But those thoughts leave them when they see the contact name at the top of their screen.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā M š.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Missed call.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Suddenly they're awake.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā What? M?Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā They tap open their phone to see the notification at their voicemail app. With furrowed brows and a frown, MC quickly maneuvers to it and clicks the message, turning up their volume as they do so.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "I miss you." The words are slurred, they note. Since when does M get drunk? Has MCā¦have they even ever seen them get drunk? They can't remember. The rest of the voicemail follows as MC begins to sit straighter with every word.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "God, I just love you. So much it hurts. Funny. Finally get to it and some sick fucker decides it's you. It's all just so-"
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The message ends and they're left sitting there, dumbfounded.
