The Kingdom of Willowick

“...When the Sleeping Giants awaken, and the Silver Siren Calls, and all the Witching Stones are taken, then Willowick will fall.” -Excerpt from "The Songs of Things to Come" by Sir Mildrow of the Seelie Court, translated by King Edwyn III.

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HI I’M DOING THIS HERE BC IDK IT FELT LIKE THE EASIEST WAY

So for Justice and Vengeance, the superhero rp we’re doing, here’s a lil info ayy:

You can have up to three characters. Please note that I’m gonna be doing activity checks once a week, bc this is the kind of rp that moves pretty fast. You’re all guaranteed one character but if you want more than one make sure you can be on! I promise you’ll have tons of crap to do with one character but yeah I want everyone to be happy so !!!! 

You have to write a bio for each character and fill out the para sample. This is so you can make sure you have who you want and aren’t stuck when the rp opens because you haven’t written as that character before. 

The bio is a regular bio format, and should include major events of your characters life up to the “Where are they Now?” section that i’m writing for each character. 

And that brings me to my next part. Tell me who you’re taking for sure and I’ll send you the skeleton bio so you can fill in the gaps and tell me if you need any changes. I can’t mark a character down as “taken” until you do this so try to get it done as soon as you can (but seriously it doesn’t have to be super detailed like. three lil paragraphs. and the para sample is short too). 

Here’s the app form!. 

Here’s a list of who’s taking what so far.  Let me know through message or in chat if any of this needs to be changed aiight i love you!!!!!

ari

blackhawk

the joker npc

jelly

harley quinn

bucky barnes

mary jane watson

ash

captain america

daredevil

harry osborn

shaz

spiderman

morgan

jessica jones

nightwing

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Elijah

Zelda

Holly

Gwendolyn

Mikko

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Name: Mikko Toivonen Species: Ghost Age: 20 at the time of death. it’s been 15 years since.. Occupation: in life, a candle-stick maker FC: Luke Newberry

Having dipped candlewicks into wax all his life, Mikko Toivonen dreamed of greater things, of visiting elves, of making friends with witches, of parleying with werewolves and of riding on dragons. He dreamed of winning wealth and fame, of making a name for himself in history. Such stories he would tell to his younger siblings, who he loved more than anyone in the world.

That is, until Kustaa came along. Kustaa was the son of the local baker, and in the space of what felt like days, they became friends, then best friends, then lovers. They had just about pledged their lives to one another, nothing could tear them apart - except, of course, for a little thing called death. On one of the most beautiful days of the year, a band of raiders invaded their village. Kustaa and Mikko had been just outside the village at the time, and only encountered the raiders as they were fleeing. ( a second later, and they would not have seen them at all. Such is fate. )

In a tense moment, Mikko placed himself between Kustaa and the business end of a raider’s sword - and suddenly, his life was over. Kustaa mourned, the Toivonens mourned, practically the whole village mourned, for it was a small one, and everyone knew everyone else. It is at the clearing of trees where he died that Mikko almost scares the life out of Kustaa, having come back as a ghost. They are overjoyed, initially, though they assume that he is only here to say goodbye. But then a week passes, and another week, and Mikko is still around. It’s almost back to normal - Mikko can only venture about halfway into the village, but that is fine, because he can see Kustaa, he can see his family.

His parents, though happy to see their son, are concerned that his spirit will not go to rest. It’s been more than forty days, the usual length of time for spirits to linger before they move on to a better afterlife, one the Toivonens wish for Mikko. Mikko himself cannot say why he still stays. So they make sacrifices, his body is blessed, and so is the ground it is buried in, they make a karsikko-mark on the tree under which Mikko had died ( at this point, they are reaching - karsikko marks are for those who cannot remember or cannot face their death, and Mikko is neither ).

Meanwhile, Kustaa and Mikko drift further and further apart. It almost doesn’t surprise Mikko when, one day, Kustaa confesses that he is finding this strange arrangement difficult. Moreover, he has met another. Mikko is heartbroken, but he gives Kustaa his blessing, and the two remain friends. Kustaa pledged to keep visiting, but as the years have passed, the time between between his visits grows longer and longer. It’s almost a relief when Kustaa comes to say that he is moving to another village - at least one of them can move on, and it’ll certainly never be Mikko, tied to the clearing of trees where he died.

As the days pass, Mikko grows increasingly restless, and lonely. His parents no longer visit, ashamed perhaps that they cannot appease their son’s spirit, but his siblings still do quite regularly, and for that he is so grateful. The copse of trees where he is tied is, at least, beside the main road leading into the village, where he can approach visitors ( and try his best not to scare them away ). He suspects that his true unfinished business is his ambition to explore the kingdom, to have adventure. And unless there is some powerful magic, dark or otherwise, that can untether him from this spot, he may be doomed to haunt the copse forevermore.

As a ghost, he cannot feel any sensation of touch nor pain. He’s also technically immortal, since, you know, he can’t move on. Intangibility. ( At a future point, he learns how to possess objects and manipulate them ). Ability to disappear at will.

Once upon a time, Mikko could sometimes be found practicing basic sword skills on Nidhoggs: relentlessly aggressive, large, rat-like creatures which usually moved in packs of two or three to attack their prey (often, a child who had wandered too far out of the village ).

He doesn’t look see-through, as other ghosts often do ( for he concentrates oh-so-hard on appearing as life-like as possible ), but if one were to look closer they might see that the lines of his body are smudgy, even blur into nothingness in certain areas.

He has a few scars, mostly on his hands and arms, caused by hot wax drips whilst working in the chandlery. And, of course, the stab wound in his chest that eventually led to his death.

As the eldest son in his family, Mikko was expected to take the business on when the time came. He never let on to his uncle or parents that he was dissatisfied with being a candlemaker, but he figured once they got old maybe one of his other siblings could take over, instead of him.

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Name: Zelda Species: Elf Age: Nineteen Occupation: Unemployed / beggar FC: IU

In the Terwyn Wood, it is hard to tell the difference between community and claustrophobia. While many elves are content to live amongst their own company, Zelda’s mother was not one of them. Upon her marriage, Anju convinced her husband Ishei to take a house close to the edge of the wood, where they might be able to venture into the kingdom. Ishei humoured his wife, but never saw her dream to venturing beyond the wood realized – a proud and vain man, he challenged another elf to a duel under the pretence of him attempting to entice Anju into an affair, believing his fighting skills would ensue him a swift victory. His arrogance was not supported by talent, and he swiftly met his fate in the form of a dagger to the chest, leaving Anju to grieve and raise the infant Zelda. While many sympathised with her mother’s loss, there was a common consensus that it was better to have lost Ishei than Anju, to which the woman took great offence. As a result, she withdrew almost completely from Elfin society, and so Zelda grew in the company of her mother, and no-one else.

Knowing nothing else, Zelda grew up as a happy and content child. Her mother cultivated a large garden in which she often played, and though she knew of the other elves who lived in the wood, very rarely did she ever see them. Her mother taught her to be self-sufficient, to make her own clothes, grow her own food, and over the years, spun her tale after tale of what life would be like outside the wood. Zelda grew to be just as curious as her mother, and one night, it was decided. Anju packed up their belongings, and when she felt the opportunity was right, spirited Zelda away under the cover of darkness. To this day, Zelda has no idea how they left the wood – she was asleep on her mother’s back the entire time.

At first enchanted by what she saw beyond the wood, Zelda very quickly came to realize that all was not as her mother had hoped. The two faced curiosity and prejudice, abuse from some, and for a long few months, found themselves homeless and wandering, the humans and the fae as suspicious of the elves as the elves had been of them. More and more, Zelda wished they would return to the wood, but it wasn’t to be. Disappointed that her dreams had been shattered, Anju entered a state of denial, and refused to return home. She would rather have wandered the kingdoms than admit the tales she had told her daughter were little more than lies. The two suffered as the cold set in, but still, Anju refused to see sense – and then, at last, came a man who offered them the shelter they so desperately needed. Anju was triumphant. The world was finally conforming to her dreams. The man was kind, courteous, and more than willing to take them in, provided they worked for their keep, and obeyed his rules, and his only. Anju agreed. At the age of eight, Zelda was inducted into a cult.

Had she been younger, perhaps it would have been a smooth transition. But Zelda remembered the wood, and remembered how they had been treated, and couldn’t find comfort in the cult. The leader, a human man named Kostyvin, would regularly preach to his congregation about the coming saviour, who he sincerely seemed to believe would manifest within his daughter when the time was right. The girl was no older than Zelda, and the two became fast friends, watching as Kostyvin’s influence grew, as more and more people joined the cult. Those who broke the rules lost a finger as punishment, as a warning to both them, and others. Those who tried to leave lost two. It was a far cry from the peace of her childhood, and Zelda grew resentful of her situation. Her only solace was Kostyvin’s daughter, Alina, whom she considered a best friend. And as they grew, they became more than that, until the day Kostyvin caught the two in an embrace.

Outraged at the behaviour of both Zelda and his daughter, the two were brought before the cult for punishment. Anju’s pleading that both be spared fell upon deaf ears. Alina’s eyes were put out, for daring to look at another girl in a romantic way, Zelda held down and forced to watch. When it came to her, Kostyvin declared she would be punished for daring to lay a hand on their future saviour, and so he took them both from her. The cult had a healer who could have used magic to heal the bloody stumps of her wrists, so that smooth skin would be left behind, but Kostyvin denied the mercy, and so Zelda was left with her wrists sewn up, to wait for the weeks it would take for the wounds to heal and scar. The hands they had taken from her were pierced through with a chain, and laid about her neck – a reminder, Kostyvin had said, for her sins. Anju was denied the opportunity to see her daughter, to comfort her, and so for the first time since she had entered the cult, Zelda was left alone.

In a fit of what might have been madness, she fled.

It has been six months since Zelda freed herself of the cult, and once more, she has found herself homeless. She wanders the kingdom, looking for any who might help her, if only to free Alina from the grip of her father. Hearing news about a blind seer who has appeared has done nothing but cause her worry, as she fears it may be Alina, made a puppet of her father, but it is hard to attract people to a cause when all they see is a mutilated cripple. While there are times she feels she may give into despair, Zelda refuses to give up. There is little else that can be taken from her at this point, no pain that could be as great as what she has already felt. She will rescue Alina and her mother from the cult, or she will die trying.

Zelda and Alina had kissed before they were caught by Kostyvin – their romantic relationship had been slowly developing for two months at that stage.

Though she knew that life in the cult was different to her life in the wood, Zelda has little to no memory of actually living with the other elves. Her distrust of Kostyvin and his followers comes more from remembering how she felt while living in the wood compared to how she felt while living with them, rather than any concrete memories.

Before the loss of her hands, Zelda had learned to play the lute and the ocarina, and was fairly talented in playing both. Now, though she doesn’t hate music, Zelda has a hard time listening to it, especially if its performed on the aforementioned instruments.

Though her only love interest so far has been female, Zelda is bisexual. She just hasn’t been given many opportunities to explore her sexuality.

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Name: Gwendolyn Lieve Species: Witch Age: 23 Occupation: Princess FC: Arden Cho

Gwendolyn, or Gwen as she prefers, was born into a world of darkness. Blind since birth, the Lieve royal family always worried over the girl. Rumors of a cursed child spread over the witch houses and various parts of Willowick. To shield their young daughter from hurtful words and to keep her out of harm’s way, the queen requested Gwen stay put within the high and strong walls of the castle, protected by many magic spells and guards. But even under the fierce protection of her parents and not being allowed to leave the castle walls, Gwen could hear the whispers between maidens and staff of the castle. By the time she was seven she knew exactly how she was viewed by the public – the cursed child of the Royal bloodline.

Despite this, Gwen hardly ever took the words to heart. Instead of bottling up her feelings (that was much more her brother’s style) if anyone in the castle spoke badly of her, she would simply bring it up to the king and queen. After that, she wouldn’t hear those voices around the halls anymore. Spoiled to the point of no return, this princess never missed an opportunity to take advantage of her birth right. She had the finest toys, instruments, and clothes – even if she didn’t know what they looked like, she could tell they were nice by the fine silk textures. She couldn’t venture out into the world like her siblings, but so what? She was more than comfortable inside, where she knew exactly where everything was and would always be safe and received anything she asked for.

So what did she do with all that time exactly? It would be easier to ask what she didn’t do. Gwen felt safe inside, but anyone knows that spending too much time cooped up can be incredibly dull. As a princess, Gwen would have been assigned lots of duties, especially as a young child, but due to her disability most of those roles had been given to her siblings. All the children were well versed in music, knowledge, athletics, and magic but Gwen had extra time she spent on perfecting those things. Her harp playing, studying, and especially her magical abilities in particular.

Magic was something Gwen was particularly passionate about, even in her younger years. It was discovered early on that the young girl possessed the abilities a summer witch would when she had stuck her hand in a cauldron boiling over a fire and received no burns. She was tutored by her grandmother, the former queen and only other summer witch in the immediate royal family. Gwen

Time passed, and as Gwen grew older she was gradually granted more and more freedom to roam. Instead of just the castle she was now allowed to venture out to the gardens and the witch houses if accompanied by kingdom staff or one of her family members. Other than the garden, however, Gwen didn’t take much interest in leaving the castle. She liked the garden, enjoying the smell of flowers and the soft breeze became something she looked forward to. Gwen was also allowed to have visitors, if she liked. Most of the time it was Ann, a human Princess that Gwen had easily formed a bond with during social events, but on occasion she had visits from male and female suitors – all of which she turned down because she believed she had a higher purpose than just tending to someone’s side. She would never become the ruler of her own kingdom, being the youngest, which meant if she married it would be so she could become the silly wife of a kingdom in a land foreign to her. That, and her own secret insecurities made her interest in romance and marriage equivalent to zero.

Gwen is one of three children. Her older sister, Sierra, is admired throughout the kingdom for her valiant efforts as a warrior and her great political progress with other species. Gwen is extremely jealous of her. She also has a twin brother, Daniel, whom she gets along well with despite their very obvious and numerous differences.

Gwen’s favorite area of magic is fire and light magic, which she’s particularly well skilled at. She also loves dream magic even though it pertains more to winter witches. Her favorite form of magic casting is potion making but finds using her hands and body more convenient.

She is least skilled at domestic magic, having studied it least of all, but being a princess it has never been necessary for her (at least, not yet).

She has very little knowledge of politics and even smaller interest in them, despite her title, and doesn’t see why all species (except for those weird human cults) can’t just get along.

Gwen is arrogant, untrusting, and spoiled, but if given the time can prove to be kind towards those she deems worthy. She covers up her fears (and there are lots of things she is afraid of) and jealousy by deflecting and advertising herself and her skills.

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Name: Holly Species: Human. Age: 18 Occupation: Scam Artist FC: Holland Roden

Holly was born in an alleyway beside the most famous brothel in Rat’s Tail End. Her mother, a young prostitute who’d already given birth to six children prior, left Holly in an orphanage. There, she quickly learned how to survive: with quick wit, charming words, and her two good fists. She had few friends, and every once in awhile a child who claimed to be her sibling showed up with some food or a new dress for her, and then they’d be gone as quick as they came. The orphanage was a pipeline to the brothels, the gambling houses, the prisons, and the mental asylums. When she was twelve, the owner of the orphanage shoved her out the door and told her with a sneer that she could only sleep there if she brought money home. So Holly walked out to the forest, filled her basket with weeds and dirt and rocks, and started to sell her wares as a witch.

She became Holly the Spring Witch, who had ointments for burns, bumps, and bruises. She gave gamblers good luck, helped poor farmers fall in love, and cured embarrassing rashes of sailors. Of course, it was all a farce, but there was one thing, and one thing only, that Holly learned to do. After hearing gossip of prostitutes and tailor’s wives, she made a concoction of herbs that would end a pregnancy early, if the woman needed. Around the streets of Rat’s Tail End, it was called Holly’s Brew, and it worked most of the time. She was fifteen when she started selling it.

Now eighteen, Holly owns a tiny shack on the end of a street where she sells her wares. Holly knows everyone in her neighborhood, though she’d only call a few her friends. It’s best not to be too trusting in Rat’s Tail End, and Holly’s felt  the most comfortable on her own anyway. When she’s not working from her shop, you can find Holly hanging around the brothels, theaters, or gambling houses.

Feeds several stray dogs and cats, and gives them different names. 

Once stabbed a man over a gambling dispute. He lived though. 

Never met her mom, although she’s heard she was a favorite in the brothel. She’s said to look the most like her mother. 

Her favorite food is faerie pie, a pastry filled with burnt bits of strange meat sold by street vendors. 

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Name: Elijah Luce. Species: Human. Age: Twenty-six. Occupation: Blacksmith. FC: Aidan Turner.

Born in Meerwich village, the eldest child of the Luce family, Elijah came from a long line of blacksmiths. Five generations had resided within, and provided their services to, the village, and until his dying day, Elijah’s grandfather would brag about one day providing a service for the king, when he found himself stopped outside the smithy. Elijah was expected, as the firstborn son, to carry on the family business – and so he did, exceptionally gladly. From an early age, he could often be found in his father’s workshop, though as a child, he was hardly an attentive student. He preferred, instead, to play with the tools that he was permitted to touch, and chance at getting his hands on those deemed more dangerous. At first alone in the workshop, Elijah was in turn joined by Ella and Éoin, the siblings quickly becoming their parents pride and joy. Elijah and Éoin were expected to take up the mantle of Luce & Sons, to work in the smithy and perhaps take their business elsewhere, but the plan was not one which would come to fruition.

Ever the dutiful son, Elijah often regarded Éoin with disdain and more than a little contempt – his brother was wild and unruly, and as he grew, happy to gamble and drink, to chase after the women of the town with little to no thought for their wishes or reputations, and the brothers often found themselves coming to blows over the most minor of disagreements. The arguments were explosive, and with the two boys having worked at the forge since they were old enough to wield a hammer, often resulted in serious injuries. It eventually came to a head on a night in which the two beat each other to within an inch of their lives, at which point their father stepped in. Éoin would learn a measure of responsibility, and work in the smithy with Elijah, or he would leave the town. Éoin was gone before sunrise, and for a time, life became peaceful.

As the family began to get used to Éoin’s absence, Elijah found himself regretful that his younger brother had chosen to leave than stay with them, but any melancholy thoughts were soon knocked out of his head by a relationship with a local girl, the seamstresses daughter. The two quickly fell in love, and after two years, Elijah was granted a blessing by her father to marry her. He could not have been happier – and then, in the midst of a drunken riot in the village, his fiancée disappeared. No-one could account for where she could be, and when a week had passed without her returning, Elijah took it upon himself to look for her. She could not be found in the village, nor Rat’s End, and that left him only one option. Packing his belongings, Elijah bade farewell to his family, and set out to search the land.

Three years have passed since the beginning of his journey, and his fiancée has yet to be found. No-one who he has met has seen or heard of a woman matching her description, and though his hope is rapidly fading, he has not given up entirely. Offering his services as a blacksmith to those he meets in exchange for shelter, or information, Elijah still wanders the kingdom in the hopes of finding his fiancée, or at least finding out what may have happened to her.

Elijah is mostly ignorant of the problems which plague the oceans – in traveling from place to place, and considering finding his lover his only priority, he has listened to little of what has to be said of the problems facing the kingdom.

Though he blames himself for his brother’s departure, Elijah does not regret it. There was little love lost between Éoin and himself. If anything, he is glad to have run him off.

Though a genial and friendly person, years of working the forge have made Elijah incredibly strong, and he can be fairly quick to anger, and quick to resort to violence as a solution to his problems. Frustration over his fiancée’s disappearance has only worsened this. More than once, when he believes someone has been withholding information from him, he has resorted to using his fists to get the truth from them.

Elijah loves dogs, and would probably die for them.