Hey yall! Thought I'd finally do the switch over from the old forums I've been using since most of 'em are shuttin' down. I love to chat! Hmu if you wanna chat. Or if you got questions or what have ya, I'm down to answer 'em all.
I really like gothic things. I'm goth. No, it's not only the goddamn appearance that makes ya goth. I'm NOT a poser (lookin' at a very special person here).
Anyway, I'm studyin' law at Columbia, so pray for me, tho I don't really need it. First in my class as expected ;)
I swear if anyone from Columbia finds this account, ...lord have mercy on 'em. I ain't got nothin' else to add here except Fuck Fisk. Hope his behind drops dead real soon. <- future lawyer speaking btw.
CHARACTER INFO
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Name: Atticus Devereux
Age: 19
D.O.B: November 18th, 2007
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: French, English
Height: 6'0
Species: Human
Abilities: None
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Pansexual
Alias: Lenore
Occupation(s): intern, vigilante
Medical info: healthy! For now.
Skills: communication with corvids, training birds, hand-to-hand combat, close-range, and far-range shooting.
FC: Alex Fitzalan
Likes: debating, competition, parties.
Dislikes: corrupt authority, sour food, hunting for sport.
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PERSONALITY
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Atticus is very outgoing and loves interacting with people. He thinks highly of himself and has high expectations for himself. He's the type of person who will compete with anyone just to prove he's better and smarter. High-energy places feed his need of having to be around people - he can't stand being alone, or he starts thinking about how much of an asshole he really is to folks. He feels immensely guilty, but his pride won't let him apologize.
Atti has an oral fixation and can't sit still for long hours. He loves fidgeting too and will fidget with whatever he can get his hands on. Atticus gets distracted easily, and constantly will jot things down on himself to remember.
His coping mechanisms involve ignoring the problem until he takes it out on patrol or being incredibly rude to anyone around him until it lands him with an injury.
Atticus rode the subway to Lu's apartment, his earbuds in as The Cure blasted out of them. When he reached her apartment, he climbed up the stairs of the fire escape, humming under his breath the lyrics of Just Like Heaven. He entered the apartment through the window easily, careful not to damage the previously fixed window, and took a few shiny rocks out of his pocket to leave them on top of the island.
He'd been doing that for weeks now. Just leaving shiny trinkets and whatnot for Lu, his silent way of showing interest in her. Atti removed his earbuds and paused the music on his iPod, flopping down onto the couch with a happy smile. He liked being in Lu's apartment a lot, but he'd never admit that to her. When Atticus set his textbooks and papers up, he kept glancing at the door, waiting for Lucile to show up.
@devereux-lenore
Lucile took a few minutes before she could arrive, walking in with her waves styled into a half up bun some strands falling into her eyes while a bored look painted her features. Lu walked over placing some snacks down before patting Atticus hair, simply to annoy him a small smirk before sitting down.
“I remember you liked these, I was in the store when you texted me so.” She sat down grabbing her own books from under the table, placing them down before dropping her notebook ontop “I have some premade meals from Dex still, if you want you can say for dinner .. I mean I don’t think I can eat the lasagna alone.”
She smiled slightly before cracking her joints back into place, adjusting her leather jacket and skirt to hide some bruises and healing scabs.
Atticus had to restrain himself from grinning like an idiot when Lucile walked through the door. She looked beautiful. He wanted to say it, but he held his tongue and tilted his head as Lu patted his head, feigning annoyance. He took the snack from Lucile and smiled a little, but his words were cocky as usual.
"Aww ya think about me! Not surprisin'." He opened the packet and whispered a 'thank you,' casually stuffing a small chip into Lucile's mouth. He hummed at the offer, flattered by it. "I like lasagna. I'll eat your portion too."
Atti turned his attention to the work in front of him, and he chewed slowly on the chip in his hand, busy reading the textbook to jot down key terms and notes. He stole a quick glance at Lu as she adjusted her leather jacket, noticing a healing bruise. Atticus didn't comment on it. He chalked it up to Lu being clumsy.
“The rare time you cross my mind ends in a migraine Atti.”
Luciles face scrunch slightly as she tried to hide a smile while eating the chip as she curled up into the corner, she started writing down her own notes occasionally stealing glancing at Atticus curiously. Lu sighed softly looking at the amount of work ahead of them, no matter how much they do there’s always another project ahead.
“You better not eat my portion, I’ll never let you in again.” She said half serious while grabbing her own snack, eating the chocolate with a smile on her face. “But.. if you’re lucky I’ll send you home with some.”
Lu continued to crunch on the chocolate before breaking a piece off before feeding it to Atticus herself, using it as an excuse to move close her legs across his lap as she took a moment to check her notes.
"What a lie. Ya love thinkin' about me." Atti mumbled with a teasing smile.
He couldn't hold back a giggle as Lu threatened him. He had a small feeling he'd send her home with food anyway. He'd have to get into a fight with his roommate over who gets to eat the leftovers. Atti happily let Lucile feed him, his gaze locked onto hers for a second before he looked away again to read the notes he'd written.
Atticus felt the weight of Lucile's legs across his lap and swallowed hard, hiding the faintest blush by pulling his shirts collar up to lips to lightly bite at it. He flipped the page of the textbook and rolled his eyes at how much there was. He couldn't wait to be 24 and out of law school so he could start his own firm.
"S' much fuckin' work, christ," Atti grumbled, his words muffled by the collar between his teeth.
“You think way to highly of yourself, I’d never wilfully or joyfully think of you.”
Lucile nodded in agreement with Atticus groaning in annoyance she could already feel a headache settling in, there was a small sigh that escaped her lips as she stared down at the textbook and pages of notes. Shifting until she was comfortable Lu took a deep breath trying to relax, her body tensing at the idea of trying to finish this within the night.
“I think Mr. Caballero is trying to kill us, I genuinely don’t know how to get this done between my internship and everything.” Lucile sighed and reached over stealing a few more chips from Atticus, crunching on them softly as she opened her can of pop. “want some pretty boy?”
The young woman pushed her hair back jotting down note after note, she could already feel the cramp forming in her wrist. Lucile looked over at the man across from her, apart of herself just wanted to say fuck it and ask him to do anything other than study. With a small sigh Lu took a sip of her drink smiling at the taste, before reaching over and passing it to Atticus.
Atticus released the shirt collar from his lips to glare at Lucile, but it looked more like he was pouting like a sad dog. He skimmed the vocabulary on the page, then wrote them down in handwriting that looked utterly incomprehensible. It was just scratches and messy blobs of words, nothing more.
"Me. Caballero's gon' hear an earful from me 'cause this is just ridiculous," Atti grit out between his teeth, frowning and moping like Mr. Caballero had personally attacked him. "I'd love some, sugar."
Atticus leaned forward, his eyes squinting as he tried to read the small text in the book. He casually moved Lu's legs closer to his lap to avoid putting too much pressure on them when he placed the textbook on the table with a defeated sigh. He tilted his head back toward the ceiling, and another dramatic sigh left his lips, this time louder to distract Lu.
Atticus took the drink and chugged a good bit of it down with the intent of pissing Lucile off, then passed the half-finished drink back to her.
TW: PARANOIA, DESCRIPTIONS OF MURDER, CULT & RELIGIOUS TRAUMA, SUICIDAL IDEATION, ATTI HAS A GUN.
Atticus stared up at the ceiling, his cheeks dried with salty tears, and his lips swollen from throwing up over and over again. Spring break. Mila was killed in the spring. He still smelled the rot; saw the way Mila lay there lifeless, unrecognizable. He rubbed his hands over his face and sat up on the worn out motel mattress, a shaky breath leaving him. The cool air of the room made his bare back tense, the muscles aching beneath the remnants of abuse he endured on the farm. The pistol he'd brought with him from Virginia shined under the cheap, yellowed lamp on the nightstand.
With a low whine of pain, Atticus tried to ignore the temptation of using it. Of putting a bullet into the chamber, cocking it, and letting his blood splatter onto the spotted sheets. He figured no one would miss him. No one ever noticed he stayed in cheap motels during every break, anyway. That he had no home to go to, no family to hug or kiss. The FBI had done away with his family when they raided the cult.
He stood up to check the doors—windows too. The gun stayed gripped in his hand like a vice, ready to use at a moments notice. Atticus would've laughed at his own paranoia if it weren't for the nightmares. The memories. No one was coming to get him. Yet when he touched the back of his neck, he felt the cold hand of his pastor grabbing him, whispering to him how the children in the church were to be sacrified for God.
Atticus swallowed down a cry and backed into the corner closest to the foot of the bed. He folded his legs to his chest, cocking the gun with a clumsiness he never dared show to anyone in New York. At the sound of a knock on the door, Atticus shot back up, wiping away his tears before pointing it at the door. He tried to stop his way his hands shook, or the way his mind interpreted the voice on the other side as his pastors.
"What the fuck do ya want?!" Atticus yelled, his voice cracked and raw from silently heaving. His southern accent has grown tenfold under pressure. "I'll fuckin' shoot ya, I swear to Christ!"
Atticus rode the subway to Lu's apartment, his earbuds in as The Cure blasted out of them. When he reached her apartment, he climbed up the stairs of the fire escape, humming under his breath the lyrics of Just Like Heaven. He entered the apartment through the window easily, careful not to damage the previously fixed window, and took a few shiny rocks out of his pocket to leave them on top of the island.
He'd been doing that for weeks now. Just leaving shiny trinkets and whatnot for Lu, his silent way of showing interest in her. Atti removed his earbuds and paused the music on his iPod, flopping down onto the couch with a happy smile. He liked being in Lu's apartment a lot, but he'd never admit that to her. When Atticus set his textbooks and papers up, he kept glancing at the door, waiting for Lucile to show up.
@devereux-lenore
Lucile took a few minutes before she could arrive, walking in with her waves styled into a half up bun some strands falling into her eyes while a bored look painted her features. Lu walked over placing some snacks down before patting Atticus hair, simply to annoy him a small smirk before sitting down.
“I remember you liked these, I was in the store when you texted me so.” She sat down grabbing her own books from under the table, placing them down before dropping her notebook ontop “I have some premade meals from Dex still, if you want you can say for dinner .. I mean I don’t think I can eat the lasagna alone.”
She smiled slightly before cracking her joints back into place, adjusting her leather jacket and skirt to hide some bruises and healing scabs.
Atticus had to restrain himself from grinning like an idiot when Lucile walked through the door. She looked beautiful. He wanted to say it, but he held his tongue and tilted his head as Lu patted his head, feigning annoyance. He took the snack from Lucile and smiled a little, but his words were cocky as usual.
"Aww ya think about me! Not surprisin'." He opened the packet and whispered a 'thank you,' casually stuffing a small chip into Lucile's mouth. He hummed at the offer, flattered by it. "I like lasagna. I'll eat your portion too."
Atti turned his attention to the work in front of him, and he chewed slowly on the chip in his hand, busy reading the textbook to jot down key terms and notes. He stole a quick glance at Lu as she adjusted her leather jacket, noticing a healing bruise. Atticus didn't comment on it. He chalked it up to Lu being clumsy.
“The rare time you cross my mind ends in a migraine Atti.”
Luciles face scrunch slightly as she tried to hide a smile while eating the chip as she curled up into the corner, she started writing down her own notes occasionally stealing glancing at Atticus curiously. Lu sighed softly looking at the amount of work ahead of them, no matter how much they do there’s always another project ahead.
“You better not eat my portion, I’ll never let you in again.” She said half serious while grabbing her own snack, eating the chocolate with a smile on her face. “But.. if you’re lucky I’ll send you home with some.”
Lu continued to crunch on the chocolate before breaking a piece off before feeding it to Atticus herself, using it as an excuse to move close her legs across his lap as she took a moment to check her notes.
"What a lie. Ya love thinkin' about me." Atti mumbled with a teasing smile.
He couldn't hold back a giggle as Lu threatened him. He had a small feeling he'd send her home with food anyway. He'd have to get into a fight with his roommate over who gets to eat the leftovers. Atti happily let Lucile feed him, his gaze locked onto hers for a second before he looked away again to read the notes he'd written.
Atticus felt the weight of Lucile's legs across his lap and swallowed hard, hiding the faintest blush by pulling his shirts collar up to lips to lightly bite at it. He flipped the page of the textbook and rolled his eyes at how much there was. He couldn't wait to be 24 and out of law school so he could start his own firm.
"S' much fuckin' work, christ," Atti grumbled, his words muffled by the collar between his teeth.
Atticus rode the subway to Lu's apartment, his earbuds in as The Cure blasted out of them. When he reached her apartment, he climbed up the stairs of the fire escape, humming under his breath the lyrics of Just Like Heaven. He entered the apartment through the window easily, careful not to damage the previously fixed window, and took a few shiny rocks out of his pocket to leave them on top of the island.
He'd been doing that for weeks now. Just leaving shiny trinkets and whatnot for Lu, his silent way of showing interest in her. Atti removed his earbuds and paused the music on his iPod, flopping down onto the couch with a happy smile. He liked being in Lu's apartment a lot, but he'd never admit that to her. When Atticus set his textbooks and papers up, he kept glancing at the door, waiting for Lucile to show up.
@devereux-lenore
Lucile took a few minutes before she could arrive, walking in with her waves styled into a half up bun some strands falling into her eyes while a bored look painted her features. Lu walked over placing some snacks down before patting Atticus hair, simply to annoy him a small smirk before sitting down.
“I remember you liked these, I was in the store when you texted me so.” She sat down grabbing her own books from under the table, placing them down before dropping her notebook ontop “I have some premade meals from Dex still, if you want you can say for dinner .. I mean I don’t think I can eat the lasagna alone.”
She smiled slightly before cracking her joints back into place, adjusting her leather jacket and skirt to hide some bruises and healing scabs.
Atticus had to restrain himself from grinning like an idiot when Lucile walked through the door. She looked beautiful. He wanted to say it, but he held his tongue and tilted his head as Lu patted his head, feigning annoyance. He took the snack from Lucile and smiled a little, but his words were cocky as usual.
"Aww ya think about me! Not surprisin'." He opened the packet and whispered a 'thank you,' casually stuffing a small chip into Lucile's mouth. He hummed at the offer, flattered by it. "I like lasagna. I'll eat your portion too."
Atti turned his attention to the work in front of him, and he chewed slowly on the chip in his hand, busy reading the textbook to jot down key terms and notes. He stole a quick glance at Lu as she adjusted her leather jacket, noticing a healing bruise. Atticus didn't comment on it. He chalked it up to Lu being clumsy.
Aw, poor you, I feel sooo bad. Anyway, I finished it after my shift. Not too difficult—just ethics. I think he wants us to have a group debate tomorrow??
Aw, poor you, I feel sooo bad. Anyway, I finished it after my shift. Not too difficult—just ethics. I think he wants us to have a group debate tomorrow??
