ALIX CRAWFORD. XX. “ but that is how a tragedy like ours or king lear breaks your heart—by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.”
― m.l. rio, if we were villains
( dependent oc for arcanas. )
jin has never believed himself to be unlucky ( in spite of certain unfortunate moments in his life ), but he feels like this should count as a sign. on the first day back at school, he has the misfortune of being splashed with muddy water by a couple of students biking right through a puddle. “ goddamn ━ ” he jumps back, but it’s way too late; the white gucci pants are now ruined. ( and it frankly looks like he’s sharted himself. ) “ great. just great. ”
jin’s curses are met with a snicker. from a safe distance away, just out of the splash zone, alix watches as jin stumbles into misfortune with an amused glint in his eyes. suffering was always far more entertaining when it wasn’t his own. “ that’s why you should near wear white after labor day. ”
( JACOB ELORDI, 20, HE/HIM ) class is in session for ALIX CRAWFORD. the student file says they are a WEREWOLF and that they belong to HOUSE FLARION, currently being a SECOND year, where they’ll study HEALING MAGIC. | c, 29, ast, she/her.
BIOGRAPHY
- alix was born and raised in calais, maine. his mom was a lawyer and his dad owned a carpentry business.
- though both of them were witches, and proud of their history, they had both chosen professions outside of magic.
- his twin sister avery was probably the person he was closest to growing up, that or his paternal grandmother who also lived with the family.
- when he was in middle school, he was suspended after a fight with another kid in his grade. tw therapy / violence mentions since then, he has been seeing a therapist regularly to develop healthy coping mechanisms and outlets for some of his anger. he mostly has a handle on it but there have some relapses.
- he was always athletically gifted, even from a young age. he was the starting quarterback on the high school team and though his father wanted him to take over the family business, he always had his sights set on the NFL. he had a plan; go to a small college to save money, have recruits come out to see him, and transfer to one of the best schools with high draft rates. from there he’d be set, his life on the correct path. unfortunately things didn’t work out that way.
- the summer after graduation, just weeks before he was set to go to college, he was at a bonfire with some friends. he was drunk, mouthed off at the wrong guy, and one thing led to another and he got bitten by a werewolf. at first he tried to deny it, even as the full moon approached, but by the time that fateful night rolled around there was no denying it. as every bone in his body broke, anguished screams drowned out by the angry metal music he was blasting out in an abandoned shack near their house, he knew that this was something he’d have to keep to himself. their parents could never know. witches themselves, you think they would have supported him... but he knew them well enough to know that they would hate it. even if they said they supported him, were there for them, he’d always see the pity in their eyes and he couldn’t deal with the thought of it. he swore his sister to secrecy, lied and said he had decided to go to arcanas of his own volition — they were witches after all — and that college could wait a few years. they were shocked but the lie was believable.
- he was an angry dude even before he got turned so that’s only been amplified since becoming a werewolf. he’s your stereotypical angry werewolf, i know, who sometimes doubles down with a heap of toxic masculinity. he’s on the soccer team and takes it very seriously and is constantly getting yelled at for tackling like they’re playing touch football and being too aggressive on the field. it’s also not uncommon to see him pop off for little to no reason. he’s still a baby wolf, he can’t control everything yet, and his emotions are all over the map as a result of it.
- tw: internalized homophobia he’s always carried a lot of self-hatred around in him. it’s like his brain’s stuck on what he thinks he “should” want, and tries to manifest it so aggressively that he almost believes it. he’s had a long term girlfriend for years, someone he’s known since he was a teenager, and while they’re... not horrible, together, there’s no spark there. no chemistry. if he were being honest, he’d know it’s because he’s always felt about guys the way he wants to about girls but he’s not ready to come to terms with that just yet.
- despite the anger and the aggression, he’s actually very intelligent and introspective. he loves poetry and shakespeare but these aren’t things very many people — if any — know about him.
- tw: substance abuse ish alix also lowkey highkey takes calming potions infused with wolfsbane to chill him the fuck out sometimes. they numb him, hurt him, but they keep him from flying off the handle when things are getting really bad. he’s extremely good at potions and always found that it and alchemy come by him relatively easy.
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AT A GLANCE
name: alix vaughn crawford.
age: 21.
gender: cis male.
pronouns: he/him.
sexuality: he’s definitely gay but he’s currently in the denial stage and therefore things that he’s heterosexual.
place of birth or where are they from: calais, me.
occupation: arcanas student / aspiring athlete.
APPEARANCE
faceclaim: jacob elordi.
height: 6′5″
physique: athletic/muscular.
eyes: hazel.
hair: light brown.
piercings: nipple piercing (left), hoop in his ear.
tattoos: n/a.
scars: just the bite from the werewolf that turned him.
birthmark: he has a freckle/beauty mark on his upper chest beneath his pec.
fashion style: sporty luxe? sweatpants and plain tees when he's staying in, fancy looking button downs with a leather jacket or his varsity jacket when he's going out. skinny jeans, never baggy ones. will wear joggers and sweatpants though. impressive sneaker collection.
perfume: 'eros' by versace.
accessories: he's got an apple watch he wears that tracks his heart rate and shit. aside from that he's not big on accessories minus the thin gold chain he wears under his clothes.
INTERESTS
hobbies: sports, video games, drinking, amateur carpentry.
food: big pasta guy. loves carbs. ribs/chicken/deep dish pizza. favorite candy are starbursts.
drinks: whiskey drinker, dr. pepper soda main. places: disney world. the family went every year since he was 3.
music: alt rock. (imagine dragons/nickelback/citizen soldier/marianas trench)
series: succession, friday night lights, weeds, smallville, killing eve, you're the worst, the politician, manifest.
podcasts: inside of you with michael rosenbaum, stuff you should know, ESPN daily, stay hot: a sports podcast
movies: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, whiplash, the dark knight trilogy, the original spiderman trilogy, the amazing spiderman movies, the fast and the furious movies, when the game stands tall, we are marshall, remember the titans, the longest yard
literature: he'd never admit it but he's into poetry. the only thing he'll admit to reading is probably harry potter.
how do they appear to other people? tbh his height makes him come off very intimidating. he has a tendency to be very serious when he's focused, and comes across pretty abrasive if you don't know him that well. he does have a wicked sense of humor though so when you get to know him, he's not quite so sharp around the edges. being a werewolf however does unfortunately make his temper run hot, even hotter than it did pre-bite, so when he gets mad? he gets mad. he does have coping strategies but they don’t, uh, always work.
how do they act when they're alone? tbh he's pretty chill. quiet, reads, or does something with his hands to keep himself occupied.
zodiac sign: gemini baby / june 16.
mbti: ISTP
MENTAL
education: graduated from high school in calais, me. he fully intended on going to college in portland after graduation but he ended up going to arcanas instead.
literacy: well-educated
languages: english, spanish
disorders: adhd, generalized anxiety, and no official diagnosis but he has been in therapy for years for anger management issues / aggression.
phobias: enclosed spaces, serious injury, his own feelings lol
“ tell me, what level of crazy is too much for you? i’m just curious —- i’d say we’re right at peak insanity, if that helps. ”
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“ just once, it’d be nice if things were normal. apparently that’s too much to ask. ” he practically spits his response, straightening his hand out tentatively as he winces. probably not broken, but painful as hell. “ you’re way too calm considering someone just stormed in here, chucked an axe at that guy’s head, ” he jerks his head for emphasis, “ — and fucking started a RIOT as people tried to bust ass out of here. the fuck is wrong with you ? ”
THROUGH NARROWED HAZEL HUES the male studied his surroundings, bow drawn with an arrow ready to fly toward an enemy. The enemy that no longer stood before him, who had seemingly vanished into thin air. Or, was it he that had vanished? Sheathing the arrow, he then slung the bow over his shoulder, pale lips pressing into a thin line as his brow furrowed. Humming momentarily, Alec continued to take in his surroundings, the large buildings were entirely foreign to him, he could tell from the lack of bustle on the streets that he definitely was not in New York City anymore. A hand combed back through ebony locks as the six foot something male groaned, knowing that he would have to make himself visible to the mundane population if he had any hope of finding out where he was.
SLIPPING THE STELE from his pocket, the male then swiped it over one of his runes, sighing softly for a moment. Shoving the object back into his pocket, Alec then wandered out into the street in hope of finding someone who could help shed some light on the situation he found himself in. “Excuse me,” He flashed a fake smile in the direction of the being before him. “I think I’m lost, would you mind telling me where we are?” Confusion filtered over the shadow hunter’s face as he peered away from the other, studying his surroundings. He couldn’t help but wonder if any fellow shadow hunters had ended up following him to, wherever the hell he was.
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every five minutes, like clockwork, he swears he sees someone looking confused and wondering how they got here. like broken records. given he’s one of them, albeit a few weeks ago now, it’s hypocritical to find it annoying yet here he is — annoyed, all the same. or maybe he’s annoyed because the guy’s good looking, a fact of which he’s unfortunately noticed and hates. “ we’re on the sidewalk. ” he answers defiantly, smirk plastering itself across his features. he knows it’s not the answer the man’s looking for, not by miles, but he can’t help but be a dick about it. or maybe he could, but he’s choosing not to.
the problem with being a dick is that it means he’s probably going to prolong this conversation. when the man looks away it presents the perfect opportunity to get his shit together, arms crossing tight over his chest as the grocery bags rustle in his hands. when his resolve fails him and his eyes drift back to the man, he can’t help but notice the symbols he has tattooed all over his body. weird. but not the first time he’s seen them before. “ nice tats. ” he adds after a moment, a brow arched slightly. “ i saw some old guy with a bunch of them — just like that — about a week ago. ” one is a coincidence but two is a pattern. if people this guy knows are randomly showing up, does this mean people he knows will too ?
confused didn’t even BEGIN to describe how she was truly feeling . one moment , she was in reality and the next she was tossed into this unknown place . it was different . so much different than mystic falls . dracia slowly made her way towards a local book store in hopes it would still be open despite how late it was . at least reading was a slight ESCAPE from what was going on . though , this place was confusing to navigate around . she had no clue where anything was . and she certainly didn’t know anyone she had encountered . hands grasped the small locket that she wore around her neck . it was a locket that a witch had given her as a birthday gift over a hundred years ago . it was SPECIAL and all she had with her . eyes scanned around and the urge to snort in frustration grew . but given what would happen when she would do such a thing , would surely alarm those around . it wasn’t normal to blow smoke unless you were a dragon .
eyes searched and nothing . finally she paused . “ for merlin’s sake , where is anything in this place ? “ dracia growled .
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he has no interest in books right now. not unless you could crack the spine and use the pages for a bonfire on the beach. the only reason he’s even inside right now is because he’s practically melting, enjoying the air conditioning as he flips idly through some travel book. it’s kind of funny; the city has books on travel but in the weeks he’s been here, he’s never seen a train station or even an airport. all dressed up with nowhere to go.
he hears the stranger’s comments but doesn’t look up, dog-earring a page about the santorini volcano that has him somewhat interested. “ don’t know. don’t care. go ask someone that works here. ” with his board shorts and deep-v cut tank top, it’s quite evident that he’s not getting paid to help anyone ... and he’s definitely not doing it for free.
Minnie couldn’t help the grin that left her face as the other quite literally growled in response to her question, and she held up her hands as though in mock-defense. “Whoah there, Fido. I was just asking if you know what time it is, because my phone is super dead and I’m supposed to be meeting someone.”
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“ your phone’s not the only thing that’s going to be super dead if you don’t shut your mouth. ” the words are spit out in her direction, eyes flashing amber in warning as he clenches his jaw. his teeth grind together painfully, a reminder that he needs to avoid losing his shit in public. he throws, more-so than hands, his phone over to her. never let it be said he’s not trying. “ fine. make it quick. ”
Isaac had been that kid once too; a lacrosse player who suddenly found himsellf with this incredible new ability, heightened senses, and as the full moon approached, a emotional roller coaster which surprassed the normal homorones raging. Before his first full moon he and Scott had charged at each other like bulls seeing red. it had taken time, a lot of impatience, but he’d found control eventually. He’d been passing through where the soccer team was practicing and he’d stopped to watch. It seemed travrling down memory lane of beacon hills was a common occurance as of the last day and half.
Watching it the team though, he sensed the other wolf though there were eleven players on the practice field. It could have been any of them. But then his gaze had wandered from the field tpo the bench where he saw the other. He looked ready to rip someones head off and for a moment he mused, wondering if this is what it was like watching himself back in high school. He really shouldn’t get involved and yet Isaac found himself approaching the other. He wasn’t even put off by the growl.
“Seriously?” He said with a rise of an eyebrow and just shook his head at the moodiness. “Nothing, except a little wordly advice, welcomed or not. I’d take a walk before you end up taking one of your teammates heads off.”
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even before he’d been bitten, PATIENCE wasn’t a virtue he was familiar with. he was quick to anger, even quicker to run his mouth before putting any thought behind it, and nowadays it didn’t take much to set him off. you could breathe wrong in his direction and it’d be enough for him to start charting out all the different ways he could sever a head from someone’s torso. being self-aware enough to recognize your issues, however, doesn’t always mean you have a handle on them. his shit is very much not handled. not in the slightest.
at the friendly advice, he simply scowls. “ great. i didn’t ask for it. ” he knows he doesn’t need to be an asshole, senses that the guy’s more like him than he looks, but something about that just makes him angrier. he doesn’t need some wolf with his shit together coming down and getting on his case because he doesn’t. fuck that. he’d rather suffer on his own than be subjected to someone else’s pity. “ some of them would probably be better off. ” he adds after a moment, sullen words ripped from his throat as his scowl deepens. “ there aren’t enough brain-cells between them to rub together. ”
being there at a football practice for what is a possible local team, it was an attempt to try and distract her mind from the BIGGER situation at hand. maybe she thought if she closed her eyes, and listened to the chatter. if she found some kind of comfort for a moment in the vulgar collective of male energy, she could fool her mind into BELIEVING she was back in mystic falls. back at a football game, hearing matt and tyler argue over WHAT counts as a touchdown. or whatever they had to argue about that day, with the lockwood boy, it was always something. and it does for a moment lead her into the false security of easier times, of a less hectic place that she knew so much better. she can even hear caroline’s refusal to bite her tongue about someone making an error in a cheer leading team. THIS IS NOT AMATEURS DAY GIRLS ! and oh, elena wishes she was there instead. even with how insufferable caroline is in charge. or how much she disliked cheer leading now.. at least then she wouldn’t be as terrified as she was here, with the unknown. the imagining, it brings a sense of peace, even for a short moment as she relishes in that and the light breeze. but it doesn’t last, as soon as chocolates open, the chaos returns and she’s swallowing it down hard. DENY THE FEELINGS, at least for now until she can deal with them.
it’s then that she notices the male, and decides to approach. maybe, part of her is seeking some kind of company. a friendly face, at least someone she knows in this MAZE of a place. eyes glance to the males who have been bickering, and she can’t ignore the smile that wants to twitch at the corners of her lips. there goes that familiarity again. she takes a seat not far from the male. “ so, what did you do to be DENIED the grand opportunity of playing ? ” she questions, and she notices the tightening of his jaw, and it instantly makes her regret her decision. THIS WAS NOT SOMEONE WHO WANTED TO BE BOTHERED. or company. an error, on her part. his tone itself, says exactly what she thought, and she swallows once again. coughing, to hide it. “ nothing, just thought you looked lonesome here, and was making conversation. but it doesn’t matter. don’t worry about it. ” she waves off what she’d said instantly, she wasn’t stupid. ADDING FUEL TO AN ALREADY, ALL OUT BLAZE ? that would be a death wish. she knew from tyler’s attitudes, it was best to steer clear.
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being dropped into reprieve is both the worst and best thing that’s ever happened to him. though he’s separated from his sister, from the few people he can list on one hand that he cares about, none of the people that knew him before are around. his classmates, friends of the family, psycho ex-girlfriends who could threaten his flimsy reputation if they started spilling his secrets to anyone who’d listen, are thankfully nowhere to be seen; IT’S THE CLOSEST TO A FRESH START AS HE’LL EVER GET. except even in a town where no one knows him, where no one expects him to be or act a certain way, he can’t shake his old patterns.
( he’s as much of a coward in reprieve as he was back home.
still hates himself for it too, if anyone’s taking inventory. )
so he assimilates the best way he knows how. he goes to school, falls back into sports, and tries to make the best of the terrible choices he continues to make. hence how he finds himself on the bench, oddly reminiscent of the lacrosse games he’d constantly get pulled out off; like amidst all the changes in his life somehow nothing has changed at all. it’s poetic in how pathetic it all is.
he can almost forget that someone was talking to him, or the snarl that he sent back in response, when he gets caught up in his head like this. they keep talking though which eventually shakes him free, tuning in somewhere in the middle. “ penalty. ” he answers, like it should be obvious. “ tackled the fuckface on defense. ” his head jerks harshly to the other player who was still playing, a brief smile fighting at the corner’s of his mouth as he takes in the swelling around their eye. yeah, that’ll be a shiner come monday. serves him right. “ yeah, well, i’m pissed. you wouldn’t be up for fucking small-talk if you’d been benched. ” he looks her over, lip curling back into a slight look of disdain. “ — if you played. ” call him a misogynist but no chick that hot would run around in these ugly ass soccer uniforms; he’s gay not blind.
what do you get when you mix an overly competitive & naturally hot-headed individual with a full moon approaching in a few days ? CATASTROPHE. from start to finish, soccer practice has been hell. he’d gotten into a fight with one of the other players on his team over whether or not head-butting the ball into the goal should count and it had taken THREE other players to pull them apart. it’s why he’s riding the bench now, hands resting on either side of his head as it hangs between his knees. practice is just about over, the teams squaring off for the point that will win the pickup game, but his gaze is anywhere but the field. ( if he’s not playing, he has no skin in the game. if they lose without him — which he’s pretty fucking sure they will — he doesn’t own that loss. ) he almost doesn’t notice the presence coming up on him, though his gaze doesn’t quite shift over to them. the only indication he saw them before they speak is the slight tick of his jaw and the growl that accompanies it. “ what ? ”
( jacob elordi, 20, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, ALIX CRAWFORD. rumor has it they are a WEREWOLF, from TEEN WOLF, but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the ECHO district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine FINGERS CURLED INTO FISTS, DARK CIRCLES UNDER THE EYES WITH FOGGY EXPRESSIONS, AND A FEAR THAT TWISTS AND POISONS EVERY WORD YOU SPIT.
so basically he and his twin sister come from a really old witch family. they think only witches with old bloodlines should practice magic, pure bloodlines, blah blah blah. the twins have always bought into that and they’re basically the negative wonder twins. she’s the brains and he’s the brawn and it’s always been a dynamic that works for them. think amycus and alecto without the weird incesty vibes.
he’s always carried a lot of self-hatred around in him. it’s like his brain’s stuck in the 50s and can’t accept some of his own truths. he knows it’s 2020, that being gay isn’t a big deal, but that doesn’t stop his brain from hammering in that it’s terrible and something he should be ashamed of. the internalized homophobia runs incredibly strong and also manifests as literal homophobia @ other people who are open about their sexuality. he’s jealous — because he can’t imagine being proud of it — so he hates them with a passion and makes sure they know.
the summer he turned 19, he was at a bonfire with some friends. he was drunk, mouthed off at the wrong guy, and one thing led to another and he got bitten by a werewolf. at first he tried to deny it, even as the full moon approached, but by the time that fateful night rolled around there was no denying it. as every bone in his body broke, anguished screams drowned out by the angry metal music he was blasting out in an abandoned shack near their house, he knew that this was something he’d have to keep to himself. their parents could never know. all his life he’d been raised to believe certain things, certain hierarchies so to speak, and he knew they would look at him differently and view him as less than — so he kept quiet. only his sister knew the truth.
he was an angry dude even before he got turned so that’s only been amplified since becoming a werewolf. he’s your stereotypical angry werewolf, i know, who doubles down with a heap of toxic masculinity. he’s played on his college’s soccer team and takes it very seriously and is constantly getting yelled at for tackling like they’re playing touch football and being too aggressive on the field. it’s also not uncommon to see him pop off for little to no reason. he’s still a baby wolf, he can’t control everything yet, and his emotions are all over the map as a result of it.
despite the anger and the aggression, he’s actually very intelligent and introspective. he loves poetry and shakespeare ( a literature nerd ) but these aren’t things very many people — if any — know about him.
he also lowkey highkey takes calming potions infused with wolfsbane to chill him the fuck out sometimes. they numb him, hurt him, but they keep him from flying off the handle when things are getting really fucked up. he’s extremely good at potions and excels at it and alchemy probably the best.
he grew up in beacon hills but he did not know about werewolves until he became one. he also doesn’t know who turned him and currently doesn’t belong to a pack.
