("It will all be the same one-hundred years hence.") I do not appreciate having my time wasted. State your business or begone. ((RP account for The Other World))
so i’m going to reserve kj apa here informally, and archie will still be his animated but so will nick wilde and he’s gonna be another revontulet it’s gonna happen ya’ll here we go.
aka ivy posted hers so now i must post mine aka (x2 combo) we watched this dumb but amazing movie too many times
Name: Wolf (alias of Wilson Oscar Ludwig Fryar)
Face Claim: Wolf (Hoodwinke d)
Age: ??
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Grey fur that is constantly dirty and matted by the filth of his forest dwelling; sometimes he finds shampoo or perfumes, that he uses liberally upon acquisition, so it has a weird mixture of faint niceness but general awfulness.
Height: 5′10
Species: Literal anthropomorphic walking talking wolf who doesn’t know anything about anything.
Powers: Magical polyglot; Wolf can speak to any sentient creature with a verbal language and, as long as they can hear him, they will always be able to understand him. The sharp senses of a wolf, along with their claws and teeth. A natural familiarity and knowledge of the forests of the Isle.
Weaknesses: Entirely mortal, despite his magical existence. Clueless and largely trusting, Wolf is familiar with natural dangers of wilds but not the more subtle ones of “civilization”.
Personality: Wolf is a curious and excitable creature, obsessed with life and all the wonders that compose existence.
Job: None. He likes to think of himself as a collector, of “hoo-man” items and lost trinkets (that he promises to return if someone actually recognizes something), as well as a woodsman who maintains all the hiking trials and natural sights of the island’s forests.
Residence: In his cave dwelling, filled with “wonders” that are really just lost belongings and assorted knickknacks, along with his new “flatmate” Sawyer.
Other Odds-and-Ends:
Wolf, along with many other animals of the woods, is responsible for “cleaning up” many of the messes left after supernatural attacks and murders; to him a corpse is, usually, just another meal. And an easy one, at that.
Unfamiliar with societal constructs like gender norms and expectations, Wolf will wear any outfit he comes across happily. Speaking of which, all of Wolf’s outfits are taken from random discoveries in the woods or, more gruesomely, taken off of dead people he discovers.
His “territory” in the woods, which used to belong to his pack of normal wolves before his new form scared them off, is dangerously close to the spider-filled section presided over by Katz and his minions.
ok but seriously when is someone gonne use the bad early 2000′s cgi gay angsty love-hating beast-loving murderous singing pipe organ tim curry monstrosity from beauty and the beast enchanted christmas in tow, as an animated or shift or anything, huh, huhh, when.
Circe: -sighs haughtily and goes back to her magazine.- I am -not- cleaning that up.
and Mason just looks up from his magazine like. “Oh, the shades’ll get to it. You know how they are...too weak to find a vessel, so they’ll take any bit of flesh they can and tether onto it. It’s like a...sort of gory food chain. And whatever makes the ghosts happy--waste not, want not.”
and Saul just looks just as raggedy and broken and some electrical sparks probably shoot off of him now that he’s all wet. voice box starts crackling and playing ‘old MacDonald’
i also like to think, in terms of mall architecture, mason’s store is located a few floors directly downstairs from tim’s store. since plenty of people are creeped out by circus stuff. and also there just seems to be plenty of eerie vibes emanating from there, a lot.
and he just smiles and goes back to flipping through the gossip column. reads aloud the newest of news. as saul lumbers in the background. ‘y u never do anything nice 4 me’
i asked shelly which secondary i should type up next and her answer was this eerie dude (who i never did do a formal profile for)
Name: None to speak of. He goes by ‘Mr. Mason’ or ‘Mason’, on the Isle.
Face Claim: Marilyn Manson
Age: Unknown; he claims to be as ancient as the concept of fear.
Eyes: Varies
Hair: Black
Height: 6′5 (varies)
Species: Unknown; fear elemental might be the most appropriate.
Powers: Immortality--many have tried to kill the mysterious being and failed. He does not need to eat, sleep, or rest and is immune to disease and poison. He has the ability to sift through the minds of sentient creatures and pick out their fears and concerns, and is able to temporarily suppress or greatly amplify it. These powers skyrocket when used against sleeping targets, and he can bodily enter dreams and nightmares if he wishes to (often wrangling control of them from weak-willed dreamers). He can control shadows, moving through darkness in an incorporeal state, and can shift his form into a variety of horrifying shapes. He’s also immune to any means of detection, other than the eyes; scrying spells, cameras and mirrors, and any other tools cannot capture his image or predict his presence.
Weaknesses: ‘True faith’ magic that deals with genuine belief and channels the divine power of deities or belief in a higher cause can incapacitate and severely damage him. He finds sunlight to be unpleasant, though it is not nearly as dangerous to him as it is to vampires, and his powers wane during daylight hours. His powers are not nearly as effective, when they are used against someone that he has to generate fear into--true fear is what he desires. He’s also largely apathetic to the causes and wars of both the supernatural and normal world, distantly feeding off the residual terror and panic. Because of this, he has few genuine allies or ties.
Personality: For a creature of fear and nightmares, Mason is surprisingly soft-spoken and respectful. He doesn't see himself as a hunting predator, but as a force of nature; fear is natural, to creatures, and he sees no reason to indulge in violence or mayhem (himself) to acquire a meal. Professional and honest (sometimes to the point of bluntness), Mason is respectful to his employees, customers, and even the security of the mall who often have *many* questions for him. Mysterious and cryptic, he enjoys the chaos and mystery that surrounds the Isle (while often alluding to bringing a few puzzles of his own). Open-minded and curious, Mason is always willing to chat (even moreso, if the person he’s talking to is a customer).
Job: Owner of a store known as ‘Penumbra’. It exists in the basement of the mall, and is a ‘Worst Fear AU’ store. for a price, customers can enter a specifically designed coffin that puts them in a world of their worst fears. They are also informed that, until they best it, they cannot leave. It also caters to goth fashion and horror trends, hoorah.
Residence: His store is always open, even when the rest of the mall is not, and he rarely leaves it.
Other Odds-and-Ends: While being neither Nightmare nor Boggart, he closely studies and relates to both fear-feeding species; he sees himself as something of a patron, to both. He is a huge gossip, often reading articles about the Isle’s newest scandal, and discussing them with his employees and the occasional chatty customer. Despite not needing to eat or drink, conventionally, he loves many varieties of coffees and teas. The basement of the mall is heavily haunted, by shades and barely-coherent ghosts that are filter-feeding off the fear caused by his store, but Mason insists they are mostly harmless. He made himself known to the magical world during the Dark War, where he fed off his ‘greatest feast’; if he was created then, or is even older, is known only to him and a very select few. He is the one who purchased Saul, and brought the cursed animatronic to the Isle. During daytime, he uses him as a prop and attraction in his store.
Who in your life has influenced you the most? How did they do it?
I have had many influences, as we all have, but...would prefer to keep most of them to myself. Some of my strongest influences were encountered during my first few years upon this world...many, many ages ago. *Chuckles quietly* How? They helped ensure that I survive. Many of there lessons remain with me, to this day.
*Taps a foot against the wooden flooring* Unfortunately, the damned soul beneath us, at this very moment, also had his part to play. I was led to Mok, through the advice of another, to learn more of dark magic and to amass power fort myself. And, as ironic fate would behave it, they were the very same powers I used to incapacitate and imprison him.
There is a valuable lesson to be learned in that as well...never teach your pupil everything you know.
list of people katz grants undisturbed and clear movement through his neck of the woods:
His family (Danny, Tom).
Bianca, Ailbhe, and Yakiv (not that he could really stop that last one even if he wanted to).
Angel’s whole group.
Schmendrik and his family.
Bernard (not gonna have his own horcrux eaten)
That weird and presumably homeless guy.
anyone else is fair game for spider food. werewolves, lycans, dog shifters, and any other canine-based creatures, magical or mundane, will be removed or eliminated to the maximum extent of the demon.
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