————– parker had been walking through town for the past hour, bundled up in her coat, hat, and mittens to keep warm. the streets were packed with people moving in and out of the little shops down main street. the few days after christmas, when everyone is out spending their christmas money and exchanging gifts they did not want. the brunette turned off, walking down a more barren street. ❛ i wouldn’t continue that way if i were you, ❜ she spoke up to someone walking towards town, a small laugh escaping her with an accompanying smile. ❛ it’s like a war zone back there. ❜
while monroe didn’t get or give a lot of presents himself, he thought that after the holidays that there might be some good deals. this place was small, but things were still pretty expensive compared to where he came from. still, he wanted to splurge a little and get something nice here. he walked around here a lot, so he was just wandering when he walked into the girl. “what? scared of a few ravenous shoppers?” the boy teased, looking past her shoulder to try to see if anything was going on. he just saw a lot of people. “or is there an actual war over there? i mean, in both cases i’m still going to head that way, but it’d be good to know what i’m walking into.”
( byun baekhyun, cismale, he/him. ) — monroe seonwoo has been a forks resident for three months, now. they’re a twenty seven year old child of the moon. lately, i’d say they’re pretty charming, but sometimes that’s overwhelmed by the fact that they’re boisterous. it’s pretty clear that they stand on the side of the children of the moon, and might want to see this end in a war.
a lot of monroe’s childhood memories were laced with the smell of the ocean and fish. the swaying of boats rocked him to sleep when his parents worked on their boat, collecting fish to sell. it’s how the made a living long before he was born and long after as well. he could walk better on a rocking boat better than he could on land for a while.
he enjoyed his life then but he knew that that wasn’t something he wanted to do for the rest of his life. his family was too traditional for his liking and their jobs were boring to him. still, he worked with them until he was old enough to get out of their house and into his own home with a bunch of friends and strangers that couldn’t afford the rent of a place by themselves.
to afford things he became a tour guide, leading tourists around beautiful mountains and forests that were in greenland. it was on the mountain one day, hiking by himself, when he got turned by a child of the moon. it wasn’t something he was expecting at all but
being apart of the children of the moon suited monroe well. it gave him strength and freedom that he wanted. let him be the wild boy he was in a whole new way.
when offered to go to the states, monroe couldn’t say no. he wasn’t sure of everything that was going on, but he knew that he wanted the people like him to have the freedom and strength as the other beings who roamed this earth. he wanted a taste of what it would be like on top instead of having to hide who he was because some cold ancient people were afraid of them.
in forks he travels a lot, trying to explore every little corner he can while causing some low key trouble.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
friends: particularly other cotm who he’s meet and became close to, but any other friends that he’s made in forks would be great too. monroe is pretty friendly, but he has a big mouth sometimes that will probably annoy people every once and a while.
mate: someone he turned or the person that turned him into a werewolf. they’ve become close and are preferably in a romantic relationship or something of the sort.
enemies: people he’s pissed off or has pissed of him. i love some good, tension filled threads.
really there’s a lot of things that can be done, all we have to do is talk about it and i’m sure i’d be down!
ever since jean died, things have been... rough for scott. at the time, he felt like jean was the only one who understood him. understood how it truly felt not to be able to control their power. they could hurt people without meaning too, and still to this day he struggled with keeping his power in control. without his glasses, well... things would be a mess. he couldn’t get over it. couldn’t get over jean. the two people he cared for the most died so soon, and it left him feeling alone, despite being surrounded by people like him.
now he was trapped in this place, feeling more alone and confused. he could remember what things were like before, what had happened to him. little memories sometimes came back to him in his sleep. it just seemed like some people didn’t know what life was like before this, thinking that they belonged here. scott knew otherwise. he tried to blend in though, even though his glasses made him stand out. everyday he tried to see if there was someone he knew, but the list was small, the people here being mostly foreign to him.
walking around the town, keeping his head down, scott tried to think of the good things. it was hard, as he was overly conscious of the people walking past him. he flickered his eyes over them every once and awhile, looking for a familiar face. it was one of those times where he looked up that he saw a flash of red hair across the street. there had been plenty of red headed girls who for a split second made scott think they were jean. this time though, this time it was her. he could feel his chest tighten, and he had to blink his eyes over and over to make sure he wasn’t just fooling himself. “jean?” he yelled out, looking across the street at her. then he was running towards her, not caring about the other people he pushed out of the way to get to her faster. if his sight was failing him, he would be crushed. but this.... this had to be jean.
it was funny how one person could change somebody’s whole life. for maven, that person was mare. for some reason above him, he could never get her out of his mind. there was something that drew him to her on a deeper level than just the surface. when he got here, he didn’t look for his brother right away. looked for his mother, sure, but before his own blood he looked for mare. to see if somehow they had ended up here together. it was just by chance that they had cross paths here, him stopping in his tracks and then going to reach out for her shoulder. “mare. it’s you..”
anakin wasn’t ready to die , not again . he remembered sacrificing his life to save others , as he felt his body rot away into a white light of energy. there was a shaky breath as he focused on his lightsaber , taking refugee in a park that was empty during the early hours of the morning. the time of awakening . when the birds chirped and the sun broke through the night . when slumber wore away at residents and bore life back into the city . he needed to practice , to get better . there beads of sweat starting to trickle down his face . it was a quick moment when he lurched his lightsaber out - only to use the force to draw it back to him and catch it with the hilt . not bad , but not the best . it was when he turned that he spotted someone and instantly turned deactivated his weapon . “ please don’t tell me you saw that . “
maven had seen plenty of odd things here in washington that he wasn’t that surprised by it anymore. though the people he saw possessing what seemed to be powers didn’t have silver blood like him. there was no silver tint to their cheeks, just the red that he had been taught to hate as he grew up. he didn’t know how to act around these people, his mother no where to be found to help guide him through this situation. it felt... refreshing, in some ways. he liked walking around outside, his bracelet still on his wrist and ready to be used when he needed a flame. practicing his power was never his favorite thing, he never did it a lot, so he didn’t do it here. he was just taking a stroll when he saw someone controlling this... beam of light. a sword of types. he was intrigued. “what kind of technology is that?” he asked, looking at where there was only a piece of it in his hand now. “i’ve never seen anything like it.”
“it’s weird, one minute i’m at the dinner table with my friends and family then the next minute i’m here.” rhys frowned slightly as he spoke to the stranger. he wasn’t sure what kind of magic brought him here but it had to be magic that he was sure of. “but what’s weirder is certain things i remember but then there’s this big fuzzy part that i can’t remember even though it feels important almost like someone cut out certain memories.”
“i know the feeling... i think i was just petting my deer, and then somehow i ended up here..” nina said as she looked around, and then back at the stranger she found herself confessing to. she was never that shy, liking the company of others (even though her animal companions were her preferred company). “this place doesn’t seem too bad though... i just wish i remembered everything more clearly..”
“Since I can’t drink or eat anything, would you mind if I brought you a drink? I am paying obviously.”
scott definitely wasn’t old enough to be drinking, but this wouldn’t be his first rodeo with alcohol. parties at the school were not alcohol-clean. “if you insist,” he said, leaning against the bar he had stumbled upon, just wanting some greasy bar onion rings but he would not deny a drink.
scott thought his sight was fucked up when he came across the familiar mutant. it wouldn’t be the first thing wrong with his vision. and he didn’t think he could handle seeing dead people on top of his power, it would just be too much for the kid. things were weird here though, but he did remember seeing raven after what happened with jean. walking up slowly, almost cautiously, he cleared his throat. “raven? is that really you?”
there was judgment in hope’s features when she looked at the other, was she seeing properly, was the other really doing what she thought they were. “what do you think you’re doing there ?” she inquired, stepping closer to the other. “you know things like this could get you into trouble around here.” the woman known as the wasp added.
nina was just crouched down in the grass, surrounded by birds. she was just petting their feathers, letting them come up to her and eat out of her hand and just hang around her. the animals were her friends around here, and truly the only things that made her comfortable in this odd place. when someone started to come up to her, she could feel the birds getting skittish, but used her powers to relax them. to make them stay. “will it?” she asked, cocking her head to the side a little. “i’m only feeding the birds.”
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