( 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖼𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝗁𝖾 / 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ) — blasting carry on wayward son by kansas down main street, we’ve spotted MILES O’LACHLAN sporting their 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇-𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾. the forty5 ( seventy5 ) year old SHIFTER ( mountain lion ) who’s been in town for their entire life often can be seen sketching wildlife & landscapes in an annotated bound journal, perched on a tree stump ; whipping up a savory dish for a family evening meal ; nose - deep in scientific literature and magical tomes at the expansive libraries of the university & aphelion books, or working as a WILDLIFE ECOLOGIST / FOREST RANGER / ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCES PROFESSOR at PORTUM UNIVERSITY. people say they display perceptive and mordant, but we rather trust their vibes: 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 & 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗉𝖺 - 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗉 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋 & 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗂 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 ; 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗆𝗎𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 ; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. also, we’ve heard they love TAKING NAPS ! aren’t they fascinating ?
◜ &｡ 𝙳𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚁 .
full name: miles everett o’lachlan
nickname(s): dad, professor / dr. o’lachlan
age: forty5 ( physically ) ; seventy5 ( mentally )
gender & pronouns: cis man & he / him
orientation: heterosexual heteroromantic
birthdate: january 3rd, 1950
birthplace: portum, location unknown
occupation: wildlife ecologist ; environmental sciences professor @ portum university ; “ retired ” forest ranger
spouse: [ tba ] o'lachlan ( witch )
children: [ tba ] o'lachlan ( nephilim - adopted ), sebastian o'lachlan [ agathion - adopted ], [ tba ] o'lachlan ( heretic - adopted ), [ tba ] o'lachlan ( witch / shifter - biological )
the o’lachlans have an extensive ancestry that has been intertwined with the history of portum. since the beginnings of the sanctuary town for the occult of 1693, early reports of the settlement wrote of an extremely large mountain lion that prowled the cloud forest — a guardian, the eyes and ears of its magical borders. it was eventually revealed that the sightings of these apex predators were not actual mountain lions … it was miles’ shifter ancestors !
like all of portum’s residents, his ancestors did not remember how they arrived at the dense forestland that is now portum nor how long —- they were early settlers in an eastern region of taiga forests, shifters of lynx and other predators that soon dispersed across the continent. we’ll focus on the lineage of shifters that turn into mountain lions :’)
miles was born and raised within portum for his human side; however, the o’lachlans are dedicated to living a lot of their time on this earth as mountain lions. they often left the boundaries of portum’s dense forest to migrate across the wildlands — the majority of his family are also archeologists, cartographers, botanists, geologists, and ecologists.
the familiarity of watching the lion king on vhs with his kids on the couch, mufasa walking alongside simba as he lectures about the delicate balance of the circle of life, respecting all creatures from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope. same goes for his children — respecting all creatures, especially when they reside in a town where people are vastly different from each other
at the age of eighteen, miles leaves portum to pursue his studies at universities in america’s west, honing in on his studies as a wildlife biologist. ( if anyone asked where miles was from, his lil’ white lie was that he was from a small, mountainous town in montana )
after a decade of venturing around north america and contributing to various research publications, miles returns back to portum to use the knowledge he had learned outside of portum ( and the knowledge of the supernatural and magic ) to further study the climate, ecology and find answers to the mysteries behind portum’s mysterious ways of existing outside the bounds of reality
◜ &｡ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 .
miles’ shifter form is abnormally strong and large in stature compared to grown, male mountain lions. the straight - face miles had to make when he hears of reported sightings during the 70s of the biggest mountain someone has ever seen ( he hates lying ). def he can take on his Pantherinae counterparts and other supernatural creatures ( at least put up a good fight )
love, love, LOVEESSS being a father !! there is some Tension between him and his father / grandfather bc the majority of miles’ children are adopted ( and not completely a shifter ). miles says idgaf i love my spouse and my children … and anyone else i pseudo - parent
i think if he didn’t want to be a Nerd like the majority of his family, he would become a chef of some kind and own a restaurant. miles is a very talented cook and doesn’t let anyone lift a finger in the kitchen. his favorite food is steak :P
miles also is somewhat an artist ! he has piles of bound journals from his travels and studies that consist of both writing and watercolor landscapes
he may look 45 but remember everyone he is actually 75 yrs old … hes an Old Man so cut him some slack a lil he’s trying to keep up with the times
blasting gymnopédies no. 1 by erik satie down main street we’ve spotted YVONNE NYQUIST sporting their 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 - 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖾. the twenty8 ( 528 ) year old NYMPH who’s been in town for one hundred and forty - four years often can be seen sitting at a potter’s wheel to form her latest creation ; leaping across a bridge of stones from one side of the river to the next ; sitting behind the register at madam duala’s, organizing & labeling familiar herbaceous ingredients and mixtures whilst humming a melody, or working as a CERAMIST / EMPLOYEE at MADAM DUALA'S. people say they display zestful and capricious, but we rather trust their vibes: 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗒 - 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖻 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾 & 𝖽𝗂𝗉 ; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 ; 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍 - 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍. also, we’ve heard they love MAKING ARTISAN BREADS ! aren’t they fascinating ?
◜ &｡ 𝙳𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚁 .
full name: yvonne silvia nyquist
nickname(s): evie, vivi, vonnie
age: twenty8 ( physically ) ; 528 ( mentally )
gender & pronouns: cis woman & she / her
orientation: pansexual panromantic
birthdate: may 18th
birthplace: a region consisting of a montane forest biome ; an active stratovolcano gazing over hills & valleys of a forest and grassland mosaic
occupation: employee @ madam duala’s ; freelance ceramist / potter
species: nymph ( dryad — the oreiades subspecies who protect mountains and their herbaceous flora, fauna, earth & its minerals )
abilities: immortality, superhuman physical abilities ( enhanced speed, strength, durability, stamina, reflexes, knowledge ), elemental manipulation ( proficient in organic manipulation, earth manipulation, water manipulation, air manipulation ), healing abilities, & magic.
this nymph’s beginning derives from a spring morning in a valley of a bed of vibrant wildflowers, fed aplenty by the nutrients provided by volcanic soil. the matriarch of this montane region caresses her soft features and whispers about the greatness of the 300,000-year-old mountain that observes the luscious land it scars and nourishes. the nymphs of this realm see the formation as somewhat patriarch — relying on it for protection & support of the nature they coexist with and preserve.
hundreds of years seem to fly by for both the nymph and the stratovolcano, the both of them transforming in not just the physical sense. she matures — experiencing the complex inner workings of nature, her responsibilities and honing in on her magical abilities. she learns to manipulate the earth and its elements as the mountain flows with andesite lava and erupts with layers in ash, forming its summit and the highest peak in its history.
“ is it angry at us, mama ? is it hurting ? ” the young nymph queries as she flickers her gaze up towards her mother, the ground trembling beneath her toes as the mountain exhales plumes of volcanic ash from a distance. “ no, my love. this is not anger at any one of us — this is a natural process of destruction that brings on opportunities for new, plentiful life and replenishes the soils that grow our flora. it may seem like unbridled fury, my sapling, but it is an uncontrollable sacrifice for new beginnings and nourishment.”
at the beginning of her 360th year on this planet, the mountain goes through the biggest eruption she has seen so far in her lifetime. the devastation leads to the loss of some of her sisters and her mother, the nymph struggling with picking up the responsibilities they’d left behind to soothe the land and the emotions of loss that she hadn’t experienced before. the aftermath led to the nymph to flee from her destroyed home, feeling not only grief from the disappearance of her sisters and mother, but also anger and fear towards the mountain that had destroyed all she had cared for ( she’s still just a baby ! )
the town of portum calls to her in a whisper of the wind as she leaps across grasslands and mountain ranges, promises of sanctuary and new beginnings — a new home. she cautiously steps into its forest line and dense fog in the year of 1881. a certain mountainside and grove calls for her — it’s not exactly like what was her home before the eruption, but she makes herself right at home before she explores outside her home range. it takes the nymph decades to eventually step into town, with enough encouragement from the seldom - few interactions with kind ( and some intimidating ) supernatural beings and instinctive curiosity of the nymph’s nature to explore.
the nymph eases into civilization, taking all the time she needs to balance her responsibilities as a nymph and indulge in new experiences being in a community of people unlike her. when she didn’t know what her name was when someone had asked, she beelined to the nearest library to pore over books of names and their meanings. the nymph chooses yvonne — it is derived from the french word of yew tree … the yew tree represents longevity, rebirth, and resilience
on the cusp of her 100th year of residency in portum ( and on her birthday ), a catastrophe occurs right before her very eyes on a color tv at rosie’s diner. for months news anchors reported on the mountain’s earthquakes and visible signs of an eruption, but no one would’ve guessed the magnitude of it. her volcano—her patriarch—experiences a massive collapse from its eruption that destroys its summit, magma bursting from its seams and creating the largest debris avalanche in recorded history. the progress yvonne had made from the traumatic events that led her to the magical town seemed to have backtracked, with flashbacks of lost sisters and destruction of fertile land — a heart - wrenching feeling that she knows the nymphs of her homeland are experiencing devastation and fear, and she cannot help. a patriarch in critical condition, sustaining life-ending injuries and nearly unrecognizable.
forty - five years have passed since the devastating eruption, almost twenty years since the last signs of life. yvonne has gone through grief once more and has moved on with grace. it is all part of the complex intricacies of nature, after all, and she has new responsibilities in portum. yvonne has the pines and oaks that blanket the mountainsides she resides in ( just as beautiful and impressive in size as the mountains in her birthplace ) to look over ; she has her new life amongst people of all kinds — friends, hobbies, passions, causing mischief.
yvonne has been an employee at madam duala’s for quite some time, feeling right at home with the dried herbs and natural elements that create medicines and magical items. a part of her magic she never knew she could use, crafting soothing balms and enchantments. she also is a talented ceramist, creating things from mugs, bowls, vases, to tea kettles. it is natural to her — manipulating earthy - clay effortlessly on a potter’s wheel to create works of art.
◜ &｡ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 .
yvonne is quite jumpy when it comes to all sorts of loud noises due to her past. she does try to brush it off and reassure people around her that she is completely fine, but internally, she is like that scared hamster meme
she loves listening to calm classical and jazz music ! catch her with a little stereo cd - player propped on a fallen log, mimicking the ballerinas and jazz dancers she has watched
she sells her pottery at madam duala’s but also through the internet ! thanks to the magic of portum, her sender’s address is disclosed to her customers outside the sanctuary
yvonne is also recently become a pesctarian. she has been a vegan for quite some time but has become curious of other cuisines. eventually her curiosity will get the best of her and can’t resist to try a chicken nugget
if you did not already know that yvonne is a nymph, she very well could pass on being a witch due to her extensive knowledge of witchcraft and madam duala’s inventory
even being in civilization for quite some time, yvonne is still discovering new things every single day. right now, she is trying to better her understanding when it comes to the phenomenons of space
