CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: Mad Hatter ( Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland ), Flynn Rider ( Tangled ), Stiles Stilinski ( Teen Wolf ), Jesper Fahey ( Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows ), Crowley ( Good Omens ), Lysander ( A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2019) ), Puck ( A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2019) ) , Clark Kent (Superman) , Mo Folchart ( Inkheart ), Gilbert Blythe ( Anne of Green Gables ).
FACE CLAIM: Kit Young
GENDER: Male (he/him/his)
AGE: Twenty-nine
SPECIES: Familiar ( animial form is a black Oriental Shorthair cat )
Their Priorities: of course, priorities do change as you grow and that is true for Sander. His current priorities tend to lean towards his current life choices. His parents don’t know about his job. While he went to school to be a mortician, his parents believe that he went to business school. He hasn’t told them the truth because he knows that they would think it was far too dark and inappropriate of a job for someone with his family’s standing in the city. So, TLDR, his current priority is keeping his job a secret so they won’t make his life more difficult.
Muse’s soft spot: The odd ones, the weirdos, the square peg living in a round hole society. At any given time he could be mistaken for a mother duck with his weird little ducklings following along behind him. He’s a mom friend in every way imaginable, including having snacks handy for anyone that might need them.
Greatest strength: While there are some that may consider him to be as dumb as a box of rocks, that’s far from true. He’s actually incredibly intelligent; book smart if not all that street smart, and he’s learned that you can get away with quite a bit when people think you’re stupid.
Greatest vulnerability or weakness: He feels as if his species makes him quite vulnerable to the outside world; whether it be witches looking for that extra power he could give them or hunters that wish anyone supernatural ill will. Sander has heard horror stories from his parents about when they all took things from their kind; more than was freely given and how it negatively effected them all. He isn’t sure if this was a horror story his family used to keep the young ones in line or if there’s truth there, but he can’t be too careful, not in Los Santos, especially.
Muse’s secret:
1. He’s a lover at heart. He’s had a crush on the same person for as long as he can remember and even though they’re both grown up, nothing has changed.
2. His parents don’t know he’s a mortician.
3. he uses his humor to hide the fact that he has the potential to be incredibly dangerous.
Hobbies:
1. Shooting at the gun range
2. Reading/collecting books
3. Death Education
4. Singing/making music
5. watching askamortician on the youtube
Things they love:
1. Teaching people they have options after death besides burial and cremation
2. Despite the secrets he keeps from them and the annoying way they helicopter parent, he loves his family. They’re good people, strong, and he loves them even though things aren’t always the easiest with them.
3. Live theater ( both performing and going to see shows live )
4. Science fiction movies/shows
5. The person they’re crushing on ( that they love (???) )
Pet Peeves:
1. Pushy people who interrupt his work flow
2. When people touch his things; especially his good pens and pencils.
3. People who shit talk the LGBTQ+ community to him not realizing he’s the ‘B” in the acronym
4. Banning books. If you don’t want children reading certain things…. Be a damn parent
5. People who take the good things in their lives for granted
MUSE AESTHETICS ◇messy book shelves◇ steaming hot cups of tea◇old text books
CONNECTIONS ◇
Friends of assorted closeness ( feel free to assume relationships )
Love Interest: This is the person Sander has been in love with for all his life. He has yet to tell them but their relationship is tight and they probably know he cares about them more than he lets on tbh. ( message my blog/discord to chat before applying) FC SUGGESTIONS: Jack Wolfe, Lucas Till, Amita Suman, Mia Goth
Assorted Family Members: Especially his big sister
Enemies/people who are put off by him: this could literally be anyone considering how he is the way he is ( feel free to assume relationships/message me to chat )
As her face dropped to mask his own serious face, a grin blossomed across his face. “Very good then soldier. Right this way!” He saluted back to her, falling into an easy walk as he headed up to the park exit. “I haven’t seen you in forever. Are you just laying low or have I been that busy with work?” He arched a brow down at her, trying to quash the nervous energy that still ran through his veins even after an extended run. “Or maybe I’ve been hiding away. Sleep is a hot commodity now a days and I am afraid to say…. I’m broke in that respect.” He was already thinking about putting on a marvel movie and falling asleep in the middle of it. Being on call meant you got to sleep whenever you could but… he had to admit, he was glad he’d run into Kalea. “Annnyway,” he drawled, unable to hide his laugh. “I do go on. How have you been?”
An almost relieved laugh fell from her lips at Sander's response, Kalea nodding. "Aye aye Captain, lead the way." She replied in turn, falling into step alongside him. The question posed was a valid one, though she paused a moment as she thought on how to answer it. Oh ya know, just recovering from some trauma and hiding from it too-sounded a bit too heavy right off the bat. Though eventually, she did want to dish to Sander onto some of what had occurred. "I've been way too busy lately it seems, work and school have just been piling up." Kalea responded easily, it was mostly true. "But you hun sound like you should not take after me, and should in fact get some rest. Can't run yourself into the ground." She playfully nudged her friend, before a laugh managed to escape her. "Just...surviving." Kalea joked. "You know how it is, take it day by day, yea? What about you?"
Sander could sense something wasn’t… normal but he couldn’t put his finger on it right away so he shoved it aside, shrugging off the feeling because… if he couldn’t help, solve a problem, or potentially make it worse depending on the other person…. What was the point? He draped his arm across her shoulders and shortened his stride to walk beside her, taking in the busy city scenery as the girl talked. “Sleep is for the weak, I’ll sleep when I’m dead, all those cheesy platitudes,” he grinned. “As long as I have coffee I can go on for days.” Not a total lie but not a total truth either. He definitely felt it when sleep wasn’t easy to come by. “Nah I felt that. Sometimes that’s all you can do. My mom calls them “chapters” of your life. Eventually it will end and a new one will begin. Just have to hold on because sometimes your chapter can be reaaaallly long.” He grinned his goober grin and shrugged. “I’ve been working. Bugging my friends. Same stuff different day.”
Sander always had a bit of a hard time when it came to his job and to children. Although death was a natural occurrence, although it visited everyone eventually, getting a call to go pick up a child always left him feeling hollow. It was life changing to hold something in your hands that had once had so much potential; now gone, an empty body so small and fragile the only thing left to speak to what could have been if death had been more patient. He always did what was necessary. Someone had to, but it always left him feeling worn when he was done preparing them for what came next and now was no different for any other time.
Now he was off work and he should have gone home. He was tired. He could have heated up leftover pizza and fallen asleep watching true crime shows on discovery+… but he didn’t head that direction. He went on a walk, long legs taking him towards the riverbank, the place usually quiet enough for him to too think and to relax; to put his thoughts in order after a particularly rough day. He thought about getting some cigarettes but he decided against it, wanting to break the bad habit he’d gotten himself with. Instead, he played with the bracelet he wore every day, turning it against his skin. It was no cigarette but it helped him focus as he went to find a place to sit.
It took him a too-long moment to realize someone was already there and he pulled up short, catching the last sentence before the man stopped talking altogether. Common sense told him to leave him alone but he was a poor listener and found that he himself couldn’t stay quiet, not after a comment like that. “You okay? Looks like you’re having a rough one.”
On a normal day, Scarlet may have heard the sound of another’s footsteps approaching him. On a day like today when his head was far from clear, and his attention was on something other than his surroundings, he was caught off guard. His shoulders jolt slightly at the sound of the other man’s voice, and Scarlet whirls around a palm pressing into the soft grass while his other hand still grasped firmly to his cigarette. It was clear Scarlet had not expected anyone to be listening to him. He had just been speaking his thoughts out loud after all. Scarlet hadn’t been looking for company or advice, but rather a time and space to be alone with his thoughts. That plan seemed to be falling right out of the window now. Oh well.
“What?” It comes out before Scarlet can stop himself, his voice thick with confusion. He isn’t exactly the thing first, say something type anyway, but he could have at least started off the conversation without looking like a complete idiot. Scarlet closes his eyes, shakes his head, and even covers his mistake with a slight cough before finally rising to his feet. He dusts the dirt from his trousers, even taking time to straighten his coat and tie before he finally stands at his full height. All the while Scarlet was taking his time looking over this newcomer. Most people took one look at Scarlet and had the sense to keep their distance. It wasn’t like he made himself appear to be a nice guy. The exact opposite in fact with his dark blood-red suit, ring-adorned fingers, and a general personality that could make someone’s mother cry.
“You say rough? Oh rough may be the understatement of the year mate,” Scarlet reaches out, offering his hand to the stranger. He might as well act polite until he’s given a reason otherwise, “excuse me manners, they call me Scarlet.”
“Whoah, hey!” Sander held his hands up, showing the other man that he meant no harm. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I could have sworn I was making more noise than that.” He took in the guy sitting on the bank. He was tall, broad shouldered, and handsome in a way that he found not a lot of men were…. Not that he cared, he reminded himself before shrugging off his wandering mind and… weird opinions about the man he’d just met.
“Ahhh man. I hate to hear that.” Sander said, earnestness tinging his words. “Sometimes it feels like you can’t seem to catch a break.” He was secretly relieved to have someone to talk to. Sometimes sitting with his own thoughts didn’t seem to work in his favor and it got even louder in his head than it already was. At least this way he wasn’t thinking about himself.
“Nice to meet you Scarlett. I’m Lysander but to avoid all pretentiousness that comes with that name, please call me Sander. Your mom reads one Shakespeare play in high school and you have to suffer with it for the rest of your life.” He laughed and shook his hand. “But really, if you want me to leave you alone, I can move on. I don’t want to bother you.”
Sander Ridgeway was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination but when his job called with instructions for a pick up, you got up, got dressed, and answered the call. Somehow, that made him sound more important than he truly was, a driver that went all over the city to retrieve those who had passed on and prepare them for their final days before they moved on to whatever came next. It wasn’t always pretty. In a city such as Los Santos, he was almost always prepared for thing that would give normal folks nightmares. For him, it was just part of the job he loved so much and sometimes he was lucky and the call was just about someone slipping away peacefully in their sleep. It was certainly a crapshoot.
He stepped out the back door of the morgue and inhaled the fresh morning air. It was cold, crisp, a hint of winter still in the air as Spring barreled forward full speed ahead. He rubbed his arms and fought the urge to walk down the street and pick up some cigarettes. It was a nasty habit and, honestly, he didn’t want to pick it back up no matter how many times he desperately wanted something to steady his nerves. He leaned against the wall and watched the pale tint of morning creep into the edges of the dark, hinting at a sunrise that had been waiting patiently to make its appearance. Though he was tired, Sander could always appreciate the simple beauty in such simple things
He was about to go in when he heard a noise, making him smirk. It was too big to be an animal ferreting around in the trash cans a little bit down the way which meant it was probably someone (something) humanoid, looking for…. God knew what. “If you’re trying to be sneaky you definitely need some work,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Are you ok?”
Sander Ridgeway was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination but when his job called with instructions for a pick up, you got up, got dressed, and answered the call. Somehow, that made him sound more important than he truly was, a driver that went all over the city to retrieve those who had passed on and prepare them for their final days before they moved on to whatever came next. It wasn’t always pretty. In a city such as Los Santos, he was almost always prepared for thing that would give normal folks nightmares. For him, it was just part of the job he loved so much and sometimes he was lucky and the call was just about someone slipping away peacefully in their sleep. It was certainly a crapshoot.
He stepped out the back door of the morgue and inhaled the fresh morning air. It was cold, crisp, a hint of winter still in the air as Spring barreled forward full speed ahead. He rubbed his arms and fought the urge to walk down the street and pick up some cigarettes. It was a nasty habit and, honestly, he didn’t want to pick it back up no matter how many times he desperately wanted something to steady his nerves. He leaned against the wall and watched the pale tint of morning creep into the edges of the dark, hinting at a sunrise that had been waiting patiently to make its appearance. Though he was tired, Sander could always appreciate the simple beauty in such simple things
He was about to go in when he heard a noise, making him smirk. It was too big to be an animal ferreting around in the trash cans a little bit down the way which meant it was probably someone (something) humanoid, looking for…. God knew what. “If you’re trying to be sneaky you definitely need some work,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Are you ok?”
It wasn’t that he was freaked out by death or really hated the morgue. Just the place often was crawling with some kind of authority and Mateo bristled at the idea of crossing paths with one of Los Santos’ finest. Most of them were hunters to add insult to injury. But he had his orders through his shit burner phone. They wanted some sad fuck’s heart of all things as if the stereotype of asking a wolf to do this wasn’t bad enough. He’s scowling down at his phone and hanging at the back door waiting for the first opportunity he can get to sneak inside.
Of course he didn’t expect someone to be here. Well fuck. It’s easy enough to kick over some trash cans and pretend that he’s just some drunk. But in a city like Los Santos it was easier to pretend than honesty right out the gate. The skitter of metal is enough to mask the sound of his shift. Mateo really hated playing into stereotypes but a job was a job. He’d never failed before so -
A snarl echoes through the alleyway and fur bristles as he sniffs the air pretending to be nothing more than a feral wolf. It would make sense with the dense woods around the city and the countless reports on the news of a growing wolf population. Maybe he could scare this guy just enough to get him to open the door. Either way, he was leaving with the dead guy’s heart whether this guy liked it or not.
For a brief moment there was nothing. There was no noise. There wasn’t even the sound of the wind blowing down the alley. And then a hulking wolf crept out from behind the dumpsters. Sander felt his heart jump into his throat and cut off his air ways for a long moment. He considered edging back into the morgue but he also didn’t want to draw any more attention to himself. So, instead, he just stood there and talked to it.
“Wow buddy. You’re big. You know you’re not supposed to be in town right?” He cut his eyes down the alley, wondering if anyone else was listening to him talking to a wild animal. It wouldn’t have been the weirdest thing he’s ever done but some people certainly didn’t understand that. “I guess we are encroaching in your territory though…. That isn’t very fair of us… but I’d hate for someone to call animal control on you. I’m not. You haven’t hurt anything by being here. That would be terrible of me to do.”
He studied the wolf, slowly cocking his head like a curious little animal and hesitantly crouched down. “Are you hungry? I don’t think it would be a good idea to feed you. If you keep coming back here someone definitely would notice….” He but his lip and exhaled. “Go on big guy. Go back” he gently shooed it away, hoping it could make it back to the woods so he could go back inside without having to worry about it
Scarlet’s calloused fingers smooth over the small silver medallion, no bigger than a dime, attached to a faded silver chain. There’s a lump forming in the back of his throat as he sits alone on the grassy knoll of the riverbank the sun almost completely set upon the horizon. It’s always going to be you and me mate, I promise you. His voice rang clearly in his head as the memory that came with the medallion slowly came back to him. Tuck was just a kid back then, scrawny and barely anything to him when Scarlet first brought him to Robyn. Scarlet had promised the kid then and there that he would always take care of him no matter what. He had given Tuck a matching medallion like his own, the Sherwood family crest engraved into it. Brother’s forever, no matter what.
“Done a great job at it haven’t I?” Scarlet mutters bitterly out loud, pulling the chain over his head and letting it fall back in place around his neck. He goes for his pack of cigarettes tucked away in his pants pocket, taking one between his teeth, and flicking his lighter open setting the end a blaze. After one long inhale, Scarlet closes his eyes as he releases the smoke in his lungs on the exhale. So much has happened in the past few months, and yet Scarlet hasn’t picked up any sort of trail for his brother.
The thought of the events in the past few months leads his eyes to trail to something else, the garnet ring that still rested on his right ring finger. The rubies catch the setting sun just right, and Scarlet knows there’s some kind of power in them. He has no clue what, or why the Knight had chosen him to receive such a gift whatever it may be. There was something about the ring, about the Entity that had overtaken the city, that almost seemed familiar to him, but Scarlet couldn’t make sense of it.
He holds his cigarette between his fingers, resting his arm on his knee as his gaze looks out over the water. Nothing seemed to make sense to him anymore.
Sander always had a bit of a hard time when it came to his job and to children. Although death was a natural occurrence, although it visited everyone eventually, getting a call to go pick up a child always left him feeling hollow. It was life changing to hold something in your hands that had once had so much potential; now gone, an empty body so small and fragile the only thing left to speak to what could have been if death had been more patient. He always did what was necessary. Someone had to, but it always left him feeling worn when he was done preparing them for what came next and now was no different for any other time.
Now he was off work and he should have gone home. He was tired. He could have heated up leftover pizza and fallen asleep watching true crime shows on discovery+… but he didn’t head that direction. He went on a walk, long legs taking him towards the riverbank, the place usually quiet enough for him to too think and to relax; to put his thoughts in order after a particularly rough day. He thought about getting some cigarettes but he decided against it, wanting to break the bad habit he’d gotten himself with. Instead, he played with the bracelet he wore every day, turning it against his skin. It was no cigarette but it helped him focus as he went to find a place to sit.
It took him a too-long moment to realize someone was already there and he pulled up short, catching the last sentence before the man stopped talking altogether. Common sense told him to leave him alone but he was a poor listener and found that he himself couldn’t stay quiet, not after a comment like that. “You okay? Looks like you’re having a rough one.”
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Walking the streets of Los Santos felt surreal after being stuck underground for so long. He’s certain it’s because of magic that saw him being set adrift trapped in his tomb of knowledge. Little pleasures he never dreamed of indulging upon have him favoring the little shops throughout the Underground Marketplace and inevitably winding up at some place with a name that is painful to look at and feels like an egregious affront to some of the more clever business names.
But Love You A Latte inevitably becomes something of a guilty pleasure for the witch. Especially a caramel latte or two. Sitting there quietly and admiring the city from the table out on the curb, Ambrose can take in the little moments he’s been deprived for, well, centuries.
A wary glance is given to the person that seems to look for a chair. Once he might’ve been callous but - a quiet sigh slips free and he makes a point of clearing his throat to draw their attention. “Here,” he says, gesturing to the chair across from him. “It’s a seat if you want it.”
Sander wasn’t sure why he had ducked into the little coffee shop but he instantly felt warmed by the little place the moment he stepped in; as if all the anxieties of the days to come were non existent as long as he stayed in the confines of its walls. He ordered an iced coffee and a breakfast sandwich, looking for a place to sit. It was bustling with people needing their daily fix and, not surprisingly, there wasn’t anywhere empty to claim. He was considering going out to the park to sit and enjoy his good when someone caught his attention, pointing out the chair and offering it to him. He smiled and sank into it. “Ah! You’re a life saver. These are the wrong shoes to be wandering around aimlessly in.” He sat his food down and extended his hand to the man, smile growing a bit wider. “Lysander, but everyone calls me Sander.”
“Oh, what’s this?” The slender woman mused curiously, turning to face the individual sitting on a bench in the conservatory of flowers. Aberash pushed a cup of hot tea into their hands. A soft aroma of sweet flowers wafted int the steam welcomingly. “You’ve got a cloud over her head. Drink that. You’re making my flowers sad and I can’t have that.”
He didn’t make it a habit to walk out of the house in a mood but he was only human (haha) and sometimes he couldn’t help it. He had found himself in the safety of the conservatory by accident and found that he liked it there enough to stay. It was quiet and held within it a fragrance that took over and left him feeling delightfully light headed. He wasn’t aware that anyone else was there until she spoke and shoved a cup of hot tea in his hands. confused, he glanced up at her, brow arched. “Uh…. Thanks? Sorry about the cloud. Didn’t know it was following me.”
