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This is strictly a promo blog for the roleplay. If you'd like to apply, please go to the actual blog. Hi there! This is a promotional blog for the roleplay Into Each Generation. This is where we'll be posting our advertisements. Check us out, ask questions, talk to the mods. I promise you would have a blast roleplaying here.

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Species: Human  Age: 31 Years Old Played By: OPEN Face Claim: Hugh Dancy

He doesn’t bother to tell anyone, but he sees in technicolor. Nothing is just one sense to him, everything blurs together in a dizzying array of sounds and colors and tastes. His friends call it hyper intuition, but it’s not; it’s just hard to trick him when everything is interconnected. The doctors called it Synesthesia. A condition in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another. It made Dexter stand out and it was the reason why he was constantly bullied at school. They called him a freak because he could smell colors. When someone spoke to him, he could see the words in a bright flashing light across the space that surrounded him. He was able to smell, visually and colorfully see, and physically feel sound. When his mother was alive, her voice went from smelling of vanilla cookie dough into mango occasionally, colored in shades of yellow, with a warm touch on his cheeks and arms. And when she kissed his forehead, it was a wonderful dark green with occasional black streaks. She used to tell him how this made him special, and that he should never allow others to patronize him, just because he had a different perception of reality.   

But Dexter Marshall had a dream, and he believed that this particular ability of his could come in handy if applied properly. He dreamed of becoming Sherlock Holmes and solve mysteries. Reading detective stories and watching cop movies and crime dramas on television became an escape from the reality he seemed to be living in. He was the strange looking kid who sat in the back of the classroom. The kid no one talked to. He had grown used to being shoved inside a locker or being picked on by the popular kids in school. All the things that should shake someone’s self esteem just made him that much determined to become someone important. After he graduated high school, he tried his luck by joining the Police Academy, but his lack of strength, speed, and endurance made it difficult for him to pull through. However, Dexter’s aptitude tests were off the charts and he managed to get an intern desk job at the local Police Department. Not exactly what he had in mind, but it was a good place to start. Nothing ever happened in Red Bank, New Jersey anyways. Nothing interesting. 

A strange case came to his attention one day. Women were being found drained, with strange puncture marks on their necks. Dexter couldn’t keep his curious nature at ease and decided to investigate this on his own. He was sure that this was more than just an animal attack or a human killing with an ice pick. Armed with a flashlight and a gun, he walked the streets of his small town searching for clues. He found more than he bargained for and came face to face with a vampire. The first thing he registered was pain. The second thing was the vein in his neck was being punctured. The third thing was a steady beep beep beep. Dexter had opened his eyes, and was greeted with the ceiling of a hospital. For a few moments, he was disoriented, but then it all came flooding back. Had he been attacked by a supernatural creature? Were vampires actually real or was this all a trick created by his fantastical mind? How had he managed to survive? He believed it was his superpower that saved him. There was no other explanation.  

After doing some research, he discovered things he never knew existed. He quit his job and opened his own PI office where he ran a vampire survivor attack support group. He didn’t have a lot of clients, and people were thinking that his little accident had drove him mad. It wasn’t long enough before he found himself losing the few friends he had and his bank account started to grow cobwebs. It was then that he saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Angel Investigations. Apparently a PI office set in Los Angeles that dealt with the paranormal. People who believed in this kind of stuff just like he did. Maybe they could use someone with his talents. He packed his bags and made his way to Los Angeles in the hopes of finding a job there, but he was too late. Their offices had been relocated to London, England. He was hesitant at first with the idea of moving to another country, specially since he had spent his whole life in Red Bank. But this was his destiny. He was on a mission now. To become a vital member of Angel Investigations and start saving the world from vampires.

 It did not take long for Dexter to realize that the world outside his small town was a far more dangerous place than he originally anticipated. Not only was there a killer running around murdering women, but there seemed to be an incredible evil that seemed to want to devour him from underneath. 

Personality Traits: smart, good with technology, tries to be brave, has synesthesia, rambles, obnoxious, stubborn, often times confuses fantasy with reality, means well, honest, peevish, extremely anxious, socially inept, unsharpened, keeps people at bay,  has irrational fears.

Abilities: → Incredibly intuitive →Above average marksman → Moderate fighting skills that he tends to overestimate

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Species: Human (Warlock)  Age: 24 Years Old Played By: OPEN  Face Claim: Dev Patel

Kiran couldn’t remember a life before Devon. If he asked his mum, she’d have said they adopted him when he was four years old but as far as he was concerned, he only had one family. He’d never really looked into what had happened with his biological parents. He’d wondered sometimes, but his wondering always led him back to the same answer. Either they were dead or they hadn’t wanted him. There didn’t seem much of a happy ending where that was concerned, and anyway, who needed biological parents when his family were witches and warlocks? Those were the memories Kiran clung to; the first time he’d seen his mum levitate a feather or use magic to heal one of the horses when it had suffered a broken leg. It amazed him, watching the animal go from lying on the ground in pain to cantering around the yard with a happy whinny. 

If there was a designated age when someone became old enough to start studying magic, Kiran didn’t know about it. He only remembered that it had always been part of his life. It came as naturally to him as swimming to Michael Phelps and he loved it, but it wasn’t his only love. Kiran had grown up on Bollywood films, renting them from the video shop in town at a time when they had to order them from a special catalogue. He loved the theatre, too. He loved street art. He loved performance. The tears had seemed to stream down his mum’s face for hours when he’d gotten into the London school of dramatic arts. Part of it was pride, and part of it was knowing that Kiran would be moving away in the summer. Bittersweet was the word. 

Kiran graduated from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in good standing. He worked odd jobs at theatres and on small roles throughout London. He would have been a bit embarrassed to say that a lot of his jobs didn’t even involve acting. He’d be a runner, on good days sometimes an extra. Speaking parts came along, but he was hardly the next Daniel Day Lewis. It was another day of handing out CVs that led him to Illusions of Grandeur. At first, he thought it was just any other magic show, the fake sort, but a few minutes behind the curtains was all it took to convince him that that wans’t the case.

The supernatural wasn’t anything new to him. He’d grown up with it. He recognized real magic, real demon powers. Rumor behind the stage door was that the owner, Erol had gone missing. His assistant was running the place and they were in desperate need of a new act to liven the place up. Shyly, Kiran put himself forward. Areta had asked what he could do, and he’d shown her. Real magic. Before he knew it he was on stage all the time, dressing up his tricks just enough to make them look fake. His mum and his gods and goddesses might have frowned on him, using his abilities for his own vanity, but to see the smiles on people’s faces… It was worth it, wasn’t it? 

Things in London never stayed smiley and happy, though. Not when the Hellmouth was involved. London was the home of evil and what Kiran didn’t know was that the Watcher’s Council had kept their eyes on Illusions of Grandeur for some time, ensuring no true harm was done during any of the performances. It was after one night’s opening act that a woman with a business card invited him in for a meeting. ‘If you want to do more than just entertain, give me a ring’. And so he had.

Personality Traits: friendly, grounded, sometimes justifies doing the wrong thing for a good reason, respectful of magical arts, trusting, idealist

Abilities: → Talented in magicks with extensive knowledge of the magical arts → Specializes in healing and protection spells → Skilled performance artist/actor

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Species: Human (Warlock)  Age: 24 Years Old Played By: OPEN  Face Claim: Dev Patel

Kiran couldn’t remember a life before Devon. If he asked his mum, she’d have said they adopted him when he was four years old but as far as he was concerned, he only had one family. He’d never really looked into what had happened with his biological parents. He’d wondered sometimes, but his wondering always led him back to the same answer. Either they were dead or they hadn’t wanted him. There didn’t seem much of a happy ending where that was concerned, and anyway, who needed biological parents when his family were witches and warlocks? Those were the memories Kiran clung to; the first time he’d seen his mum levitate a feather or use magic to heal one of the horses when it had suffered a broken leg. It amazed him, watching the animal go from lying on the ground in pain to cantering around the yard with a happy whinny. 

If there was a designated age when someone became old enough to start studying magic, Kiran didn’t know about it. He only remembered that it had always been part of his life. It came as naturally to him as swimming to Michael Phelps and he loved it, but it wasn’t his only love. Kiran had grown up on Bollywood films, renting them from the video shop in town at a time when they had to order them from a special catalogue. He loved the theatre, too. He loved street art. He loved performance. The tears had seemed to stream down his mum’s face for hours when he’d gotten into the London school of dramatic arts. Part of it was pride, and part of it was knowing that Kiran would be moving away in the summer. Bittersweet was the word. 

Kiran graduated from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in good standing. He worked odd jobs at theatres and on small roles throughout London. He would have been a bit embarrassed to say that a lot of his jobs didn’t even involve acting. He’d be a runner, on good days sometimes an extra. Speaking parts came along, but he was hardly the next Daniel Day Lewis. It was another day of handing out CVs that led him to Illusions of Grandeur. At first, he thought it was just any other magic show, the fake sort, but a few minutes behind the curtains was all it took to convince him that that wans’t the case.

The supernatural wasn’t anything new to him. He’d grown up with it. He recognized real magic, real demon powers. Rumor behind the stage door was that the owner, Erol had gone missing. His assistant was running the place and they were in desperate need of a new act to liven the place up. Shyly, Kiran put himself forward. Areta had asked what he could do, and he’d shown her. Real magic. Before he knew it he was on stage all the time, dressing up his tricks just enough to make them look fake. His mum and his gods and goddesses might have frowned on him, using his abilities for his own vanity, but to see the smiles on people’s faces… It was worth it, wasn’t it? 

Things in London never stayed smiley and happy, though. Not when the Hellmouth was involved. London was the home of evil and what Kiran didn’t know was that the Watcher’s Council had kept their eyes on Illusions of Grandeur for some time, ensuring no true harm was done during any of the performances. It was after one night’s opening act that a woman with a business card invited him in for a meeting. ‘If you want to do more than just entertain, give me a ring’. And so he had.

Personality Traits: friendly, grounded, sometimes justifies doing the wrong thing for a good reason, respectful of magical arts, trusting, idealist

Abilities: → Talented in magicks with extensive knowledge of the magical arts → Specializes in healing and protection spells → Skilled performance artist/actor

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Species: Human  Age: 31 Years Old Played By: OPEN Face Claim: Hugh Dancy

He doesn’t bother to tell anyone, but he sees in technicolor. Nothing is just one sense to him, everything blurs together in a dizzying array of sounds and colors and tastes. His friends call it hyper intuition, but it’s not; it’s just hard to trick him when everything is interconnected. The doctors called it Synesthesia. A condition in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another. It made Dexter stand out and it was the reason why he was constantly bullied at school. They called him a freak because he could smell colors. When someone spoke to him, he could see the words in a bright flashing light across the space that surrounded him. He was able to smell, visually and colorfully see, and physically feel sound. When his mother was alive, her voice went from smelling of vanilla cookie dough into mango occasionally, colored in shades of yellow, with a warm touch on his cheeks and arms. And when she kissed his forehead, it was a wonderful dark green with occasional black streaks. She used to tell him how this made him special, and that he should never allow others to patronize him, just because he had a different perception of reality.   

But Dexter Marshall had a dream, and he believed that this particular ability of his could come in handy if applied properly. He dreamed of becoming Sherlock Holmes and solve mysteries. Reading detective stories and watching cop movies and crime dramas on television became an escape from the reality he seemed to be living in. He was the strange looking kid who sat in the back of the classroom. The kid no one talked to. He had grown used to being shoved inside a locker or being picked on by the popular kids in school. All the things that should shake someone’s self esteem just made him that much determined to become someone important. After he graduated high school, he tried his luck by joining the Police Academy, but his lack of strength, speed, and endurance made it difficult for him to pull through. However, Dexter’s aptitude tests were off the charts and he managed to get an intern desk job at the local Police Department. Not exactly what he had in mind, but it was a good place to start. Nothing ever happened in Red Bank, New Jersey anyways. Nothing interesting. 

A strange case came to his attention one day. Women were being found drained, with strange puncture marks on their necks. Dexter couldn’t keep his curious nature at ease and decided to investigate this on his own. He was sure that this was more than just an animal attack or a human killing with an ice pick. Armed with a flashlight and a gun, he walked the streets of his small town searching for clues. He found more than he bargained for and came face to face with a vampire. The first thing he registered was pain. The second thing was the vein in his neck was being punctured. The third thing was a steady beep beep beep. Dexter had opened his eyes, and was greeted with the ceiling of a hospital. For a few moments, he was disoriented, but then it all came flooding back. Had he been attacked by a supernatural creature? Were vampires actually real or was this all a trick created by his fantastical mind? How had he managed to survive? He believed it was his superpower that saved him. There was no other explanation.  

After doing some research, he discovered things he never knew existed. He quit his job and opened his own PI office where he ran a vampire survivor attack support group. He didn’t have a lot of clients, and people were thinking that his little accident had drove him mad. It wasn’t long enough before he found himself losing the few friends he had and his bank account started to grow cobwebs. It was then that he saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Angel Investigations. Apparently a PI office set in Los Angeles that dealt with the paranormal. People who believed in this kind of stuff just like he did. Maybe they could use someone with his talents. He packed his bags and made his way to Los Angeles in the hopes of finding a job there, but he was too late. Their offices had been relocated to London, England. He was hesitant at first with the idea of moving to another country, specially since he had spent his whole life in Red Bank. But this was his destiny. He was on a mission now. To become a vital member of Angel Investigations and start saving the world from vampires.

 It did not take long for Dexter to realize that the world outside his small town was a far more dangerous place than he originally anticipated. Not only was there a killer running around murdering women, but there seemed to be an incredible evil that seemed to want to devour him from underneath. 

Personality Traits: smart, good with technology, tries to be brave, has synesthesia, rambles, obnoxious, stubborn, often times confuses fantasy with reality, means well, honest, peevish, extremely anxious, socially inept, unsharpened, keeps people at bay,  has irrational fears.

Abilities: → Incredibly intuitive →Above average marksman → Moderate fighting skills that he tends to overestimate

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Species: Witch  Age: 20 Years Old  Played By: OPEN  Face Claim: Antonia Thomas

Bio: For as long as Zadie could remember, she was sent to sleep heavy with stories about magic and myth, all of which her mother, Mizelli, asserted were true. While she would have loved to keep believing in them, she was forced to grow up fast; she couldn’t entertain anything that wasn’t practical. Her parents had struggled trying to support her and her brother, finding job hunting difficult and keeping a job even more difficult. After being laid off for the fifth time, Zadie’s father left the city in search of a better place, promising to send money to the family. He did so, or so she was told, but it always seemed like they were barely afloat. Zadie dropped out of school when she turned fifteen, to help find a way to make some money for her mother and brother’s sake.

Zadie’s mother was no stranger to the occult; their house, though small, had an impressive and unorganized collection of magic books, most of them written in a language Zadie couldn’t understand. Sometimes she wasn’t even sure why they bothered keeping them around, but it ended up being a blessing. One day, when playing a street game to scam people out of their money, something happened. She was supposed to make a watch vanish… and she did. Zadie said a few “magic” words, waved her hands, and the watch disappeared. Only, it actually had. The crowd was in awe, until they realized that the man whose watch was used was not going to get it back. Zadie had to run for her life from her on-lookers who now wanted to beat her, thinking she had done it on purpose, that she was a thief. She wasn’t sure how exactly she had done it, but it gave her an idea. It could be her golden ticket, her way out of the slums, her way of keeping her brother where he should be.

When she went back home, she sat down and sifted through her mother’s collection of books until she found a few that were in English. They were older than anything she would be able to find in the public library, and they even talked about events as far back as the 14th century. Right under her nose the entire time. They confirmed magic—real magic, and Zadie was itching to try it out. A lot of the information was boring or ridiculous, but some of it was actually useful. She couldn’t help but wonder why her mother hadn’t thought to use this knowledge to help dig them out of their situation. It didn’t take long before Zadie felt the need to confront Mizelli and point blame on her for not doing all she could to help before, and the two ended up having a vicious falling out that severed their relationship. She refused to leave her brother, Eli, alone with just their mom, so she effectively booted her own mother out of their home-of-the-moment.

Now, living with her brother in an old, rundown apartment building, Zadie is surviving on what she can find, and is making money by using her talents in magic. She became a corner street magician, performing magic “tricks” to buy food and take care of Eli, determined that he would finish school, unlike herself. Most of her magic knowledge is practical things, like creating warmth on cold nights, and flashy spells to dazzle people. But sometimes, when Zadie looks at some of the books her mother left behind, she feels as if she’s doing something horrible—betraying someone important. That there’s something huge she’s not seeing.

Personality Traits: Short tempered, clever, practical, quick to judge, firm in her morals despite them not necessarily being the ‘right’ ones, hidden sweetness and a desire to care for others, ambitious, strong willed, will do anything for those she loves

Abilities: → Knows simple spells → Limited magical knowledge  → Basic hand to hand fighting techniques  → Has some knowledge of European mythology 

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Species: Witch  Age: 20 Years Old  Played By: OPEN  Face Claim: Antonia Thomas

Bio: For as long as Zadie could remember, she was sent to sleep heavy with stories about magic and myth, all of which her mother, Mizelli, asserted were true. While she would have loved to keep believing in them, she was forced to grow up fast; she couldn’t entertain anything that wasn’t practical. Her parents had struggled trying to support her and her brother, finding job hunting difficult and keeping a job even more difficult. After being laid off for the fifth time, Zadie’s father left the city in search of a better place, promising to send money to the family. He did so, or so she was told, but it always seemed like they were barely afloat. Zadie dropped out of school when she turned fifteen, to help find a way to make some money for her mother and brother’s sake.

Zadie’s mother was no stranger to the occult; their house, though small, had an impressive and unorganized collection of magic books, most of them written in a language Zadie couldn’t understand. Sometimes she wasn’t even sure why they bothered keeping them around, but it ended up being a blessing. One day, when playing a street game to scam people out of their money, something happened. She was supposed to make a watch vanish… and she did. Zadie said a few “magic” words, waved her hands, and the watch disappeared. Only, it actually had. The crowd was in awe, until they realized that the man whose watch was used was not going to get it back. Zadie had to run for her life from her on-lookers who now wanted to beat her, thinking she had done it on purpose, that she was a thief. She wasn’t sure how exactly she had done it, but it gave her an idea. It could be her golden ticket, her way out of the slums, her way of keeping her brother where he should be.

When she went back home, she sat down and sifted through her mother’s collection of books until she found a few that were in English. They were older than anything she would be able to find in the public library, and they even talked about events as far back as the 14th century. Right under her nose the entire time. They confirmed magic—real magic, and Zadie was itching to try it out. A lot of the information was boring or ridiculous, but some of it was actually useful. She couldn’t help but wonder why her mother hadn’t thought to use this knowledge to help dig them out of their situation. It didn’t take long before Zadie felt the need to confront Mizelli and point blame on her for not doing all she could to help before, and the two ended up having a vicious falling out that severed their relationship. She refused to leave her brother, Eli, alone with just their mom, so she effectively booted her own mother out of their home-of-the-moment.

Now, living with her brother in an old, rundown apartment building, Zadie is surviving on what she can find, and is making money by using her talents in magic. She became a corner street magician, performing magic “tricks” to buy food and take care of Eli, determined that he would finish school, unlike herself. Most of her magic knowledge is practical things, like creating warmth on cold nights, and flashy spells to dazzle people. But sometimes, when Zadie looks at some of the books her mother left behind, she feels as if she’s doing something horrible—betraying someone important. That there’s something huge she’s not seeing.

Personality Traits: Short tempered, clever, practical, quick to judge, firm in her morals despite them not necessarily being the ‘right’ ones, hidden sweetness and a desire to care for others, ambitious, strong willed, will do anything for those she loves

Abilities: → Knows simple spells → Limited magical knowledge  → Basic hand to hand fighting techniques  → Has some knowledge of European mythology 

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Into Each Generation is an active, literate Buffy the Vampire Slayer roleplay that’s been on its feet for a year and a half now, with no plans on stopping any time soon. If you like writing, BTVS/ATS, reading meta-analysis until your eyes hurt, and meeting a bunch of awesome people, you just might be a good fit for the group! We have a wide variety of open characters to choose from as well as an already strong and dedicated memberbase. 

Reasons you should think about applying @ Into Each Generation: 

Our next “season” begins soon so now is the perfect time to jump in!

Amazing memberbase full of friendly and talented people; everyone loves Buffy, writing, and each other

Passionate and dedicated mod-team

OOC fun and all the meta-analysis you can handle

Over-arching plot with plots of the week to keep everyone involved and on their toes

Great activity with both paras and dash interaction

Nearly 75 open characters, a mix of canons and OCs. 

Come check us out, and feel free to ask questions!

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We just re-opened the role of Angel! We’re a friendly, cohesive group and we’re excited to help our new Angel get caught up on what’s happened already. If you’re interested, please apply! The role is obviously very important to us, and we’re waiting for you with bated breath.

Into Each Generation is an active, literate Buffy the Vampire Slayer roleplay that’s been on its feet for a year and a half now, with no plans on stopping any time soon. If you like writing, BTVS/ATS, reading meta-analysis until your eyes hurt, and meeting a bunch of awesome people, you just might be a good fit for the group! We have a wide variety of open characters to choose from as well as an already strong and dedicated memberbase. 

MOST WANTED:

Angel

Rupert Giles

Connor

Reasons you should think about applying @ Into Each Generation: 

Our next “season” just began so now is the perfect time to jump in!

Amazing memberbase full of friendly and talented people; everyone loves Buffy, writing, and each other

Passionate and dedicated mod-team

OOC fun and all the meta-analysis you can handle

Over-arching plot with plots of the week to keep everyone involved and on their toes

Great activity with both paras and dash interaction

Nearly 75 open characters, a mix of canons and OCs. 

Come check us out, and feel free to ask questions!

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Species: Witch  Age: 20 Years Old  Played By: OPEN  Face Claim: Antonia Thomas

Bio: For as long as Zadie could remember, she was sent to sleep heavy with stories about magic and myth, all of which her mother, Mizelli, asserted were true. While she would have loved to keep believing in them, she was forced to grow up fast; she couldn’t entertain anything that wasn’t practical. Her parents had struggled trying to support her and her brother, finding job hunting difficult and keeping a job even more difficult. After being laid off for the fifth time, Zadie’s father left the city in search of a better place, promising to send money to the family. He did so, or so she was told, but it always seemed like they were barely afloat. Zadie dropped out of school when she turned fifteen, to help find a way to make some money for her mother and brother’s sake.

Zadie’s mother was no stranger to the occult; their house, though small, had an impressive and unorganized collection of magic books, most of them written in a language Zadie couldn’t understand. Sometimes she wasn’t even sure why they bothered keeping them around, but it ended up being a blessing. One day, when playing a street game to scam people out of their money, something happened. She was supposed to make a watch vanish… and she did. Zadie said a few “magic” words, waved her hands, and the watch disappeared. Only, it actually had. The crowd was in awe, until they realized that the man whose watch was used was not going to get it back. Zadie had to run for her life from her on-lookers who now wanted to beat her, thinking she had done it on purpose, that she was a thief. She wasn’t sure how exactly she had done it, but it gave her an idea. It could be her golden ticket, her way out of the slums, her way of keeping her brother where he should be.

When she went back home, she sat down and sifted through her mother’s collection of books until she found a few that were in English. They were older than anything she would be able to find in the public library, and they even talked about events as far back as the 14th century. Right under her nose the entire time. They confirmed magic—real magic, and Zadie was itching to try it out. A lot of the information was boring or ridiculous, but some of it was actually useful. She couldn’t help but wonder why her mother hadn’t thought to use this knowledge to help dig them out of their situation. It didn’t take long before Zadie felt the need to confront Mizelli and point blame on her for not doing all she could to help before, and the two ended up having a vicious falling out that severed their relationship. She refused to leave her brother, Eli, alone with just their mom, so she effectively booted her own mother out of their home-of-the-moment.

Now, living with her brother in an old, rundown apartment building, Zadie is surviving on what she can find, and is making money by using her talents in magic. She became a corner street magician, performing magic “tricks” to buy food and take care of Eli, determined that he would finish school, unlike herself. Most of her magic knowledge is practical things, like creating warmth on cold nights, and flashy spells to dazzle people. But sometimes, when Zadie looks at some of the books her mother left behind, she feels as if she’s doing something horrible—betraying someone important. That there’s something huge she’s not seeing.

Personality Traits: Short tempered, clever, practical, quick to judge, firm in her morals despite them not necessarily being the ‘right’ ones, hidden sweetness and a desire to care for others, ambitious, strong willed, will do anything for those she loves

Abilities: → Knows simple spells → Limited magical knowledge  → Basic hand to hand fighting techniques  → Has some knowledge of European mythology 

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Species: Human (Inventor) Age: 52 Years Old  Played By: OPEN Face Claim: Peter Capaldi

Bio: Harold had always been good at making things. Putting pieces together and figuring out how they worked, taking them apart to accomplish the same thing, it had been his way since he was a curious boy, pulling the wings off bugs and dismantling his toys. His parents thought him merely destructive at first, and he’d spent a good deal of time grounded or standing against the kitchen counter while they gave him belt lashings. Hard folks bred hard children, or Mr. and Mrs. Quentin had always believed. Wishy-washy was not in their nature, and as such, it wasn’t in Harold’s. 

At eighteen years old, he went to Cambridge to study Engineering. His parents, both Watchers, attempted to encourage him to study something, as they put it “more relevant to his calling”, but Harold merely scoffed. He knew both his calling, and his role in it, and it wouldn’t be in any of that babbling philosophical nonsense. He excelled at undergraduate level and went on to complete his Masters in Mechanical Engineering before gaining full-time employment at the Watcher’s Council as a Quartermaster, and later, head of Research and Development. It was a good gig, even if it drove him mad with rage when they called him “Q”. Travers wanted nothing to do with him most of the time. He was a traditional sod, and didn’t have the patience for technology. Some blubbering idiot lab assistant gave Travers the perfect excuse to ship him off to the Glasgow Watcher’s Academy to teach physics to a bunch of ungrateful blighters when they caused one of his inventions to detonate early, blowing up the lab and causing several deaths. Harold had been in the other room when it happened, unharmed, but forever tainted. They said he was dangerous, some mad scientist, and so it was ‘by the book’ from then on. 

When the Harbingers attacked, Harold was off with the flu. It was the first day off he’d taken in ten years, and it saved his life. He watched on the news as The Council exploded, and thought ‘that was that’. He worked in his own time, becoming a shut-in in some hovel not even fit for a servant, until the Fairfax woman found him, all talk of a new start. He had to hand it to the broad, she was everything Travers wasn’t. There was a place for him in their cause, she said, there always had been. He’d have his own lab, only had to see people to turn in his reports or when he was teaching Applied Survival Techniques and Field Ingenuity. He couldn’t bloody get out of that one, but at least he’d have the opportunity to show those namby pamby kids a thing or two. Harold accepted, and it was back to London for him, on one condition; anyone who called him Q would get their block knocked off. They did it anyway. Such was life. 

Personality traits: notoriously hard grader, quick-tempered, expects everyone to be as clever as he is, MacGuyver complex, skittish about loud noises and explosions, occasionally human, respects intelligence and out-of-the-box thinkers

Abilities:  → Talented inventor → Excellent problem-solving skills  → Advanced knowledge of physics, mathematics and engineering  → Excels in his field → Incredibly creative

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Species: Human Age: 25 Years Old Played by: OPEN Face Claim: Daniel Sharman

Bio: The Flynn family were the kind that had money, but kept it to themselves. Gabriel’s dad brushed shoulders with the London upper tier from time to time, but only when he had to network or his absence would have created a stir. The rest of the time, he kept to himself, and so did Gabriel. He spent time with the other kids at his private school, but friendships were rarely long lasting. Gabriel kept them close enough that he might call them allies one day, when each of them took over their parents’ businesses and legacies, but his father had always told him never to show anyone your full deck of cards, either personally, or professionally. 

Gabriel always assumed that losing his wife was what made his father dive so headlong into the family business. Flynn Financial Solutions had been around in one way or another for five generations, and it had paid well, judging by the roof over their head and the five expensive cars in the garage. Gabriel was supposed to take over, one day. It was the only reason he kept his head down in his mathematics classes and studied accounting at University. It was all part of the plan, and he had been taught to always have one. When he was twenty-five, he’d get a lower-level position and begin working his way up, because that was the plan. Gabriel was about to find out that real life didn’t always follow written instructions. 

On his twenty-fifth birthday, Gabriel was taken into his father’s study. Several-decade-old scotch rushed through his system but he forced himself to remain clear-minded. He was going to remember this day in vivid detail, because it was the day his destiny would begin. He assumed he was about to become privy to all the secrets. He knew some of them - like that his father’s clients weren’t always the human variety and that Wolfram and Hart, one of their biggest allies, was far more than just a law firm, but the truth hit Gabriel harder than the shimmering amber liquid he had been drinking. Financial planning was just a cover-up. His father’s real business was the sex trade. They specialized in trafficking desirable demons and selling them to the highest bidder. This was what he was expected to be a part of. Gabriel and his father had never fought so fiercely. Stanton Flynn wasn’t a man you raised your voice with, but Gabriel had that night. He’d thrown around the words dirty money along with a fair dose of indignation and moral outrage, and then he had left.

The next time Gabriel heard from his father, it was in writing, and it wasn’t an apology. The ruling was clear. There wasn’t time for a moral dilemma. Gabriel was an only child, and if he didn’t run the business, his father would find someone who would. Gabriel had six months to make up his mind before his inheritance was taken away. It looked like he had some soul searching to do, and for that, he’d probably have to start associating with people who actually had souls. 

Personality traits: morally conflicted, unfilfilled, not very trusting, respectful, directionless, tends to overcompensate with people due to guilt issues, kind

Abilities:  → Incredibly affluent → Good with numbers and financial systems → Numerous demon and human contacts

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Into Each Generation is an active, literate Buffy the Vampire Slayer roleplay that’s been on its feet for a year and a half now, with no plans on stopping any time soon. If you like writing, BTVS/ATS, reading meta-analysis until your eyes hurt, and meeting a bunch of awesome people, you just might be a good fit for the group! We have a wide variety of open characters to choose from as well as an already strong and dedicated memberbase. 

Reasons you should think about applying @ Into Each Generation: 

Our next “season” begins soon so now is the perfect time to jump in!

Amazing memberbase full of friendly and talented people; everyone loves Buffy, writing, and each other

Passionate and dedicated mod-team

OOC fun and all the meta-analysis you can handle

Over-arching plot with plots of the week to keep everyone involved and on their toes

Great activity with both paras and dash interaction

Nearly 75 open characters, a mix of canons and OCs. 

Come check us out, and feel free to ask questions!

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Species: Werewolf Age: 29 Years Old Played By: OPEN Face Claim: Jesse Williams

Felix grew up as the youngest of three children in a fairly prestigious and wealthy family. He had an older brother by four years and a twin sister who enjoyed reminding him that she was older by two whole minutes. Their father held a respectable position within a law firm by the name of Wolfram & Hart while their mother was a nosy journalist, and also an editor, for the London Tribute. Their father would have high-profile cases that would commonly put him at odds with his wife in her irritating persistence to get a story and the truth of the situation. While they overall tried to keep their arguments out of sight of the children as they were growing up it wasn’t unusual for Felix’s sister to lead him quietly to sit on the stairs to see what their parents were saying. Hearing his parents be so angry with each other always sent him fleeing back up to his room to curl up in bed, hugging his pillow to his chest.

Academically, Felix scored well on examinations but was actually unexceptional in his school work. His ideas for research papers were predictable but impeccably written. His consistently high scores and praise from his teachers for the reliably well done work finally gave him something that he could flaunt to his sister and he did at every chance that he had. Eventually, he ended up going into a highly regarded law program and earned him degree. Without the natural charisma and extraversion of his twin, he really only made an average lawyer considering that he couldn’t so easily connect to his audience. Felix’s life was normal and average right up until a few days after he turned 26.

Everything about that day was absolutely normal from the moment he awoke to the moment that he decided that paying a visit to his sister would be a good idea. Upon arriving at his sister’s home, it became apparent that nothing was going to be quite that same the moment that he caught sight of the splinted front door. Every piece of furniture seemed to have been overturned and ripped apart with blood splattered across the walls. When he finally found his sister’s prone form in a pool of blood, she was still alive and her eyes were the last thing he saw before he heard a growl and something powerful hit him in the back of the head. When he came to in the morning, his sister was cold and pale and he himself had something that looked like a bite wound on his arm.

In the following weeks, Felix ended up losing his job because of outbursts at his coworkers as he continually grieved for his sister. His mother was looking into all sorts of leads to try to figure out just what had attacked her son and killed her daughter while his father was coldly stoic about the whole affair. At least, he was until the next full moon. Felix didn’t have a clue about what his happening to him but after the horrifically painful experience of changing, he fled to seek help from his father.

He was handcuffed and put into a car with Wolfram & Hart employees who drove him to a secure location. They began rigorous exercises and various methods of experimentation to eventually train him to control his transformation. Once his training was completed, he was offered a job which he accepted. Although he’s a low rung on the Wolfram & Hart food chain because of his simply average performance, he sees and learns quite a lot from colleagues who ignore him. The more that he learns about Wolfram & Hart and their goals, the more he wants to find a way to escape his contract.

Personality Traits: Introverted, afraid of dogs, shy, impatient, anxious, clever, peevish, struggles to lead a vegetarian life style.

Abilities:  → Heightened senses  → Control over transformation due to intense training and experimentation → Knowledge of human and demon laws. 

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Species: Human  Age: 26 Years Old Played By::OPEN Face Claim: J. August Richards

Bio: Battered, bruised and rapidly bleeding out, Gunn entered the battle against the Senior Partner’s army of demons knowing he had minutes left, if that. Better to go down bringing a few nasties with him than lie there waiting to die, right? After the strangeness of the last year it seemed right to go out this way, where he’d started out.

He was knocked unconscious by a blow to the head shortly after the fight began.

Illyria had taken him to a hospital after the fight upon finding he still had a faint pulse, but he’d been comatose. On the edge of death. No-one expected him to last the night, let alone for him to wake up a few weeks later. They said it was a miracle, but Gunn suspected otherwise. When Wolfram & Hart had implanted the legal knowledge in his brain who knew what little extras they could’ve slipped in? He couldn’t worry about that then. What mattered was his recovery. It seemed like ages before they’d even let him out of bed, but when he finally had that freedom allowed to him he began an intense course of physical therapy – Wolfram & Hart hadn’t revoked the expensive medical insurance that came with the job. The muscle damage sustained from his various injuries had left him weak, barely able to walk more than a few yards without assistance. It took him weeks of work to regain full use of his limbs, but was told the damage meant his strength would never be what it was.

Disheartened but determined not to let it eat away at him, he tried to move on with his life. He rejected Angel’s offer to go to London and work for him there – there was little he could contribute to Angel Investigations now and he wouldn’t accept the pity. Also rejected was an offer from the re-rebuilt Wolfram & Hart. They’d proposed to have him healed through supernatural means if he’d work for them again, but he refused to go through with it. To his surprise and growing suspicion, they didn’t press the issue.

Instead he’d gone his own way. His friend Anne Steele needed help with the shelter and he’d worked with her, providing sanctuary from the dangerous streets of L.A. to homeless young people. He might not have been much use in a fight himself now but he could teach the kids self-defence, give them a temporary roof over their heads and even help them find jobs, get their lives sorted out. He liked being able to help kids like he’d once been, kids like Alonna was. It didn’t have to end as badly for them.

Then he got a third, completely unexpected offer – this time from the Watcher’s Council in England. They were looking for someone to work with disadvantaged Slayers, who they’d found to be largely mistrustful of the council. He wouldn’t be a watcher exactly but he’d be building their trust, advising them on their slaying technique and looking out for them within an institution where it was easy for them to slip through the cracks. He’d have to relocate to London, but the shelter would be reimbursed for the trouble of losing him.

When he’d seen the figure they were offering he knew he had to take it for Anne’s sake, but more than that, he realised he actually wanted the job. How long had it been since he’d been in on the action? Besides, these kids could use the help as much as his kids at home, and putting a little distance between himself and whatever Wolfram & Hart were keeping him around for couldn’t hurt. Besides, he’d never been to London.

Personality Traits: Hot-headed, natural leader, loyal (once you’ve earned it), tendency to underestimate his own abilities, hates vampires, street-smart

Abilities: → Experience in fighting techniques, guerrilla warfare, vampire hunting, and handling of weapons; physical abilities are weakened due to injury → Legal upgrade grants him absolute knowledge of both human and demon laws, demon languages, golf training, and Gilber & Sullivan compositions → Street-smart due to upbringing

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Species: Watcher Age: 35 Years Old  Played By: OPEN Face Claim: Jonathan Rhys Meyers  Bio: Lucas had no interest in following in the footsteps of Rutherford Sirk, the former watcher who had fled to Wolfram & Hart, taking several rare books and codexes with him. As far as Lucas was concerned, that man was a traitor, so when the London branch of Wolfram & Hart approached him and asked him to put his skills to good use, his first inclination was to say no. It both inflated his ego and deflated his self-image. Apparently they thought him useful, but they also thought him corrupt. Give and take, he supposed. Only days earlier, upon hearing that he was back in London after some traveling, Penelope Fairfax had approached him about a position with the New Council and Lucas had told her he would think about it. He said the same thing to the suspicious lawyer before making the trip to the new Council Headquarters for the first time. 

When Lucas told the council of the offer, he told them of his bright idea. He would accept it, work in their research department, and learn what he could about their operations. To his knowledge, there had never been a double agent behind Wolfram & Hart’s walls before, at least not one that had made it out alive. Lucas always had appreciated a challenge though, and in his mind, this was an opportunity too great to miss. It took some convincing, but the council finally agreed. He would be monitored as closely as they could safely allow, and he would meet with them to share the information he had gathered whenever it was safe. Lucas didn’t think any of this was safe, but he agreed. It might have been why he agreed, come to think of it. 

Wolfram & Hart had more skeletons in their closets than Highgate Cemetery did in the ground. There was a proverbial banquet of secrets and knowledge for him to feast on. He would have to do so slowly, though. He might have been game for a risk, but he wasn’t stupid. If too many secrets leaked at once, all fingers would point toward the former watcher. He had practiced with a shaman to shield himself against the psychics, but he would have to protect himself from human error, too. Lucas would use his judgement, inform the Council of Wolfram & Hart’s secrets when he could get away with it, send them back their books when he could slip them out of the archives, and feed Wolfram & Hart false stories about the Council’s plans, second-hand, of course, so it didn’t trace back to him. It wasn’t a job for just anyone, but Lucas wasn’t just anyone. The risk was worth the gain.  Personality Traits: risk-taker, adaptable, loyal, dedicated, quick-thinking, good liar, sometimes reckless, driven Abilities: → Access to both Wolfram & Hart and Watcher’s Council Archives → Knowledgeable about demonology, the supernatural, and mystical artifacts → Fluent in several human and non-human languages → Skilled in undercover work → Capable with ranged and melee weapons

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Species: Human  Age: 30 Years Old  Played By: OPEN  Face Claim: Chris Evans

Bio: They said fortune favored the brave, and it had favored Landon for the first twenty or so years of his life. He had always had things planned out, ever since he had been a boy and had outstripped everyone in his class at whichever activity they happened to be doing in P.E. that week. It turned out track and field was his niche, and his parents drove him all over the country to go to competitions. Eyes had been on him since he was thirteen and his parents had supported him outright, even getting him the best personal trainer they could afford. He competed in his first Olympic Games when he was eighteen, not quite managing to take home a medal but definitely earning himself the label of the next big thing in British running. By the time he was twenty-two, Landon was convinced he could take home the gold. It turned out that even though Landon made it to twenty-two years old, his athletics career never did. 

A slippery track and a torn quadriceps muscle later, and his dreams were shattered. Landon did the rehab, had the surgery, did all of that stuff, but it didn’t take. He was never quite the same. He was fit enough to participate in sports at the local gym, to coach kids, to become a personal trainer himself, but his days of competition were over. Landon didn’t want things half way, so he let himself melt into the London bar and club scene, mixing with things he probably shouldn’t have been mixing with. He stumbled into the world behind the curtain, the myth and magic. As far as he knew, Warlocks and Shamans were something reserved for trading card games and online RPGs, but when one offered him the best years of his life back, who was he to refuse? 

Landon’s body was still in good condition. He took care of it the best he could, but it was too old to do anything with, now. What if he could start over with a younger model? He trained with the shaman for months, apparently learning how to astral project, to send his soul into another body, but it didn’t take. The shaman took the bulk of the money Landon had left from his competitive days, and left, with the vague message that obviously his soul was tied to that body because there was something he was supposed to do with it. Really helpful advice. Not. Convinced he had been ripped off, Landon went back to his life. He continued his work as a personal trainer, keeping his ear to the ground to see if the shaman ever showed up again. He never did, at least not physically. One day, Landon returned home to find a note on his door mat. The handwriting was familiar, as was the vague and ominous tone. It simply said ‘Try this’, and beneath the two monosyllabic words was a logo. A quick internet search told Landon it was for a place called ATHENA, some independent gym and training facility, but he didn’t see how that would lead him to any answers. 

What the hell. At this point, he was willing to try anything. 

Characteristics: athletic, longs for his glory days, motivated, interested in but weary of magic, sometimes gloomy,  prone to jealousy (especially of other athletes), easily led

Powers & Abilities: → Moderate knowledge of the supernatural → Limited astral projection  → Physically fit and strong in spite of injury

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Species: Human (Witch/Medium)  Age: 34 Years Old Played By: OPEN  Face Claim: Maggie Q

Bio: When your family owns half of New Orleans, you can do pretty much anything you want. For Narissa, that meant dabbling in witchcraft. She found most activities tiresome and felt as though there was something missing in her life, despite being able to afford any plaything she desired; but developing an interest in magicks filled that hole and made her feel as though she excelled at something. Narissa hadn’t grown up around magic, but she was no stranger to the rumors— The Croques had what seemed to be a long history of using supernatural means to acquire and keep their fortune, particularly on her mother’s side of the family. She was following a pattern when she lost herself to the magicks. Developed a taste for it and found herself to be a very powerful witch. Getting more and more involved, casting dark spells that took days to come back from, spiraling into a state of no self-control.

After accidentally casting a spell that almost killed both herself and a roomful of people in the middle of a family party, Narissa was given a wake-up call by her mother, who knew firsthand where that path would take her. She was forced into attending a private university in London while simultaneously working to rid herself of all of that dark energy she channeled. It was there that she was taught to be prim and proper even at the worst of times. She acquainted herself with a couple of the city’s covens, and they helped teach her techniques to stay in control; being in a supernatural atmosphere may have been doing more harm than good though, and she found it increasingly difficult to stay away from what was right in front of her. By the time Narissa graduated, she— more or less— had the reins back in her hands and was capable of remaining calm and collected so long as nothing tempted her back into using magic of any kind.

Now long out of university, Narissa stayed London, both to be near a Hellmouth, which she felt naturally drawn to, and to start a rather gimmicky medium-for-hire business in Eye of Newt, a thrifty store owned by a mysterious woman named Vera. Being surrounded by so many mystical artifacts was hard for Narissa, and using even weak spells presented a challenge. She felt as if she would never truly recovered until she conquered her new aversion to magic though, and staying in control was the last of twelve steps. Vera praised her for her courage and said she was a natural when it came to magic. The two of them studied and improved together while business boomed and the money came in. Narissa, for the most part, had been able to do what was needed. They did legitimately help some people, but they weren’t above conning others when helping was beyond their abilities. Over time, she realized Vera had no qualms with dipping into darkness for self-gain, and despite her initial resistance, she ended up following suit. While her mother’s intervention helped at the time, it was too hard for Narissa to simply call it quits, and she’s back to dabbling in the dark magicks; Vera has a bountiful collection of ancient texts to read through, and they both thought it would be a pity for them to go to waste. Besides, she gets a kick out of her clients’ faces when things get real.

Personality Traits: Dark sense of humor, kind of creepy, self-interested, addictive personality, appears harmless, holds self in high regards, well-off

Abilities: → Talented in magicks with extensive knowledge of the dark arts → Claims to be able to communicate with spirits and read auras