When Alorinis first discovered the great and ancient tree Elbethon in the forests of Quel'Thalas he secreted away it's location to protect it from harm. As he protected and nurtured the tree it sought to aid him, relieving itself of parts of its body from which mighty weapons could be made. On the eve of Nuellen Swiftstrike's promotion to Ranger-Captain of the Farstriders the great tree sought to give a gift to the defender of Quel'Thalas. Its roots drew forth from the ground and severed to give wood that a bow could be made of, one that could draw upon the might of Quel'Thalas' ancient forests and hold fast its defense always. Holding this bow would forever connect its wielder to the wilds of Quel'Thalas, and serve as proof that they did not stand ever alone in battle.
Mystical Weapon for Nuellen Swiftstrike;
In association with The Sunguard’s Roll20 Campaign(s)
Mystical Weapon Properties:
[Reach: +5ft range to basic attacks/healing and abilities]
[Life Leech: Roll 1d5 after basic attacks and abilities to heal for the amount rolled]
[Nature’s Grasp: Roll 1d3 when dealing damage with a weapon or basic offensive spell. If you roll a 1, then the enemy takes 1d7 damage and is rooted in place]
@thesunguardmg
Eventually will need to get official art for the bow itself.
@mercilessmime // @hewhohasremained Tagged for mentions and also his help with the Bow’s main description.
"My veins are filled with stories of survival."
— Michelle K.
► GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Greyson Kyle Miles
NICKNAME(S): Grey
AGE: 24
DATE OF BIRTH: July 14th, 1993
SPECIES: Superhuman
GENDER: Cis Male
NATIONALITY: British
HERITAGE: Caucasian
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English
OCCUPATION: Librarian
RELIGION: Agnostic
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
► APPEARANCE
FACE CLAIM: Daniel Sharman
HEIGHT: 6′2
WEIGHT: 183 lbs
DOMINANT HAND: Right
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
SCARS: too many to count, his chest is covered in incision scars from his multitude of surgeries growing up, there are some more recent ones on his chest from his recent surgeries after the attack. he has one on his knee from the recent surgery. both his arms are covered in electrical burn scars, they start at his wrists, snaked up his forearms and eventually fading out as they hit his biceps, though slight, lightening themed lines continued, running across his chest and ending at his heart.
TATTOOS: two forearm sleeves. On his right, there is a phoenix, symbolizing the ability to start anew, or to be reborn. While on his left, it’s a rather ugly looking vine with beautiful flowers blooming off of it, to remind him that even good things can come from horrible places.
► BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Brooklyn, NY
FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper middle class at birth, lower middle class currently
EDUCATION LEVEL: Passed A-Levels
FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: Parents who he isn’t particularly close to (not for any particular reason, just not close).
ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS: Past romantic connections include Diana Rudd (100+, vampire) and Piper Delgato (20, supernatural hunter). Current romantic connection is Maggie O’Neil (24, school teacher, completely human).
HAVING HAD A MILD DIAGNOSIS OF PTSD MYSELF I TRIED TO MAKE IT AS REALISTIC AS POSSIBLE. BUT DUE TO MY PTSD BEING CLASSIFIED AS 'MILD' AS WELL AS IT STEMMING FROM A NON-VIOLENT EVENT I DID HAVE TO DO SOME RESEARCH I REALLY TRIED MY BEST WRITING THIS THOUGH
Greyson Miles was born on July 14th to two very excited yet worried parents. They had been trying to have a child for years, but their attempts were met with miscarriages and stillborns, but yet here was Greyson, their little miracle. But, unfortunately something was wrong with this little miracle, he was born much too early, and his lungs and heart weren’t fully developed. The doctors predicted that Greyson would not last the night and advised the Miles’ not to get too attatched. But they did, and some that it was saved little Greyson’s life, once claimed by the family he could not be ripped away. Throughout his years growing up, the doctors were always giving Greyson and his parents their predictions of “he won’t live past ten” or “he won’t see his sixteenth birthday” but Greyson continually proved them wrong. But this could only last for so long. After his eighteenth birthday, Greyson was informed that his lungs and his heart were growing considerably weaker. Before the doctors gave predictions without any proof to back it up, but this time, it was real. They said if he didn’t get a heart and lung transplant asap, he would be dead within a year. As luck would have it, there was a match, but there was a large chance of his body rejecting the donated organs, which they did after only five months of having them. By this time, he was just a bit over 19, and dying at such a young age, surprisingly didn’t scare him. But everything changed when his aunt came to visit him in the hospital, bringing him a special necklace - identical to the comet stone ones they’d find in Maddox months later. The stone did wonders on him, and though no one else could see it, Greyson knew that it was the reason for his survival.
After being healed by the comet’s rocks, Greyson made the decision to move in Maddox, much to his parent’s discontent. Of course he didn’t tell them that he had been healed by some crazy comet it’s rocks. for fear they would lock him in an insane asylum, but he did tell them that they didn’t need to worry anymore, and that he was fine. Moving to Maddox was a huge choice for him, seeing as in his almost two decades of living he had never been separated for more than twenty four hours, unless he was in the operating room. He wasn’t sure if his decision to move to Maddox was the right one, but as time went on, he started to feel more comfortable, which is strange considering all the odd behavior he observed in the small town. He began to work in the library, and he was practically the sole librarian, as the small town really didn’t need more than that.
But a year after moving to Maddox, the craziest things started to happen. It’s brought chaos and strife, most recently, in the form of a vampire by the name of Edward Homer. To avenge Greyson’s girlfriend, Piper, hurting his friend, Astrid, Edward kidnapped Greyson, torturing him for 19 hours, as well as taking Greyson’s comet stone that had saved him from his debilitating illness and kept him healing. Dumped on Piper’s doorstep while simultaneously on death’s doorstep, Greyson was rushed to the hospital. And while they were able to fix the punctured lung, broken ribs, electrical burns and shattered knee, his illness came back in full force, and almost claimed him for death itself. Ever since the incident, Greyson’s been suffering from flashbacks, intrusive memories and a myriad of other unpleasant symptoms, despite getting his comet stone back.
Even after being released from the hospital and as he attempted to get back to normal life he had severe mood swings. He was nervous and hypervigilant, which was expected. But the once sweet and friendly town librarian that everybody knew seemed to sort of disappear in a haze of aggressive behavior, agitation, hostility, and social isolation.He’d have active night terrors in which he’d wake up and find Piper backed into a corner, only for her to later to tell him that he had tried to take a swing at her, his mind, his dreams telling him that she was his attacker even while she tried to wake him up. The longer he went without treatment (refusing to go, as what could he tell them? that he was attacked by a vampire because of his vampire hunting girlfriend?), things got worse. He started to have hallucinations as well, which wasn’t helped by the sleep deprivation.But he told himself that none of it mattered, that he would make it through it because he had Piper. But then all of the sudden, he didn’t have Piper anymore. Piper left. And it was all because of him. He blamed himself.
3 years later, now 24, Greyson lives in New York City, having moved out Maddox not long after Piper left, realizing that there was no point to live in Maddox without Piper, and hoping that leaving the town with so many painful memories would be good for him. Still unable to seek proper treatment, he’s been trying his best to help himself. Which is going about as well as anybody could expect. He’s made small bits of headway, learning techniques to talk himself down from the panic attacks that seem to plague him daily. He still suffers from hallucinations, although much less often and much more brief than they once were. He still has issues sleeping and with night terrors, but he’s realized that sleeping with the lights on and his bed facing the door, he’s had a lot more success.He knows from his intensive research that PTSD doesn’t just ‘go away’ and there’s a very high chance that he’ll never be ‘okay’ again, so for now he’s just trying to make it manageable.But who knows, maybe the world will go all ‘True Blood’ and he’ll be able to finally seek the help he needs and won’t be sent to a hospital for saying vampires are real. But for now…He’s managing, he’s trying.
► PERSONALITY
Greyson is an extremely friendly guy, that is when he decides to come out of the library. While he isn’t an introvert, Greyson just got used to being alone in his childhood, with books as his only friends, so while surrounded by so many people, he isn’t quite sure how to act, and usually retreats back into the library to pick up the cracked spine of an old book that he has probably already read. He his big on second chances, and always gives people the benefit of the doubt, as well as he tries to see the best in people.
Ever since his accident, and even after moving out of Maddox, Greyson isn’t the person he once was, although that old him is still in there...somewhere. All the progress he made from living by himself in Maddox, all the confidence he gained from socializing has just disappeared, and he’s even more socially isolated than he ever was before. People scare him, honestly, as he has no idea what they’ll do. He’s fine in conversations that are scripted, the ones he has every day: ‘good morning’ ‘how are you’ ‘i’m fine’, or when a patron asks for the location of a book. It’s when it goes off of that script does he get twitchy, he gets nervous. He has good days and bad days, some days he feels almost fine, and maybe even goes out of his way to talk to someone. But then there are bad days where all he wants to do is hide under the desk and never come out.
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"I had to get personal with my demons before I could kill them."
► GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Harley Caden Woods
NICKNAME(S): Woods
AGE: 25
DATE OF BIRTH: April 23rd, 1991
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Cis Male
NATIONALITY: American
HERITAGE: Caucasian
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English
OCCUPATION: Musician
RELIGION: Christian (non-practicing)
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
► APPEARANCE
FACE CLAIM: Garrett Hedlund
HEIGHT: 6′2
WEIGHT: 190 lbs
DOMINANT HAND: Left
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Green
SCARS: None of consequence, a few here and there from his life growing up on a farm
TATTOOS: TBA
► BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Knox County, Texas
CURRENT RESIDENCE: New Orleans, Louisiana
FINANCIAL STATUS: Middle Class/Lower Middle Class
► VERSE TITLE: TBA
► PAST
TW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE
A cattle ranch was the place that Harley called home growing up, a cattle ranch out in the middle of the Lone Star state, making him Texas born and bred. And boy was he a country boy through and through; played football, worked on his daddy's ranch, drove a truck, and better yet, knew how to strum a guitar damn well.
His life started, for him at least, when he was handed his first guitar at the age of five by his father. He wasn't some prodigy on the strings, but he enjoyed it so much. For the longest time he could only play one or two chords, but no one cared that he played the same thing over and over, because he just looked so damn happy doing it. But soon enough, note by note, chord by chord, Harley improved, and he started to sing along too. Singing Johnny Cash (his favorite), Willie Nelson, and even some Elvis Presley, people started to take notice. It was then, his mother, who had pushed Harley's three older sisters through pageant after pageant, realized that there might be some potential in that boy's guitar. Of course his father objected, saying it was impractical, but after seeing his son win more than a few contests, began to climb aboard. Suddenly, music wasn't just a hobby for Harley anymore, it became his entire life, his world. His parents entered him in competition after competition, advertising him as the 'All American Boy'. Soon enough, his parents had him homeschooled, and when he wasn't doing that, it was country music 24/7, working to the 'shared' goal of getting the young man signed
.But in all the commotion, in all the efforts to turn Harley's love into more than just a pastime, into a career, to a ticket to fame, no one really asked how he felt about it. On one hand, he loved it, he loved singing either for himself or for a big crowd. And he loved Texas, loved his family, and country music, but that didn't necessarily mean he wanted it to become his life. Because there was something that he hadn't even really told his family, he had found himself loving to play and sing more alternative sorts of music. It inspired him creatively, and without really ever being able to play it, sometimes performing and playing just felt listless.
And after being signed to a small label in Louisiana, Harley found himself leaving Texas for the first time in his life, away from his family and all that he had ever known. He was only seventeen at the time, and his first time away from home...And he may have gone a bit hog wild, trying to live that ‘rock star life'. But with being signed, he realized that he was probably never going to be able to play the sort of music he wanted to play. And with the label's plan, with performances all around New Orleans nearly every night, it seemed like it was always going to be country. He sneaks a country-styled cover of some of his favorite songs during a performance every now and then, but it still isn't enough for him. He felt like he was suffocating, like he was incredibly claustrophobic. But he continued on, knowing how much it meant to his family, how much time and effort his mom and father had put into his career, but without any creative juices flowing, he felt like he was beginning to flame out. And it was soon that his partying and growing resentment for country music created a perfect storm, and after one too many drunken incidents, one too many no-shows at gigs, did his label drop him. He was only twenty, and other than working on his father's ranch and playing music, he had no real work experience. So, he had two options, he could either tuck his tail between his legs and go back home, or he could try and stick out in New Orleans. And with a pride that had been groomed since the young age of fifteen or sixteen, the former wasn't an option. And the fact that he had been dropped by his label didn't effect his cockiness, or change his partying lifestyle. Only, now, with no one to really curb him away from the harder stuff, to babysit him, he found himself on the shadier side of things, with things much harder than whiskey and vodka. No longer did he party in the brightly colored and lit up streets of the French Quarter, on Bourbon street. The doings he took part in now happened in dirty back rooms, in houses that seemed far too derelict for people to actually live in.
It was when he woke up with blood on his hands, literally, did he realized that he had to stop. For hours, Harley had thought he killed someone, before getting a call from his friend, complaining about the nasty cut he had gotten from punching that glass window, and thanking Harley for cleaning him up. And even though Harley hadn't done anything bad, and had actually helped someone, the fact that he couldn't remember if he had done something, and had thought himself possibly capable of doing something so much worse than just patching someone up, scared him shitless. That morning, Harley went to his first NA/AA meeting.
Ever since, he's rediscovered his love country music, and for performing. And after convincing bars to let him play there again, promising he wouldn't get drunk and harass the staff or party goers anymore, they let him play there again. So once more, he's found himself playing every night, but this time it feels more therapeutic than anything else. Harley lives a quiet life now, and he knows most likely he'll be playing these small little venues around the quarter and the surrounding areas for the rest of his life, and he doesn't really mind.
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Kid Genius. Okay, well 'genius' might be a bit of an exaggeration, but he was a smart kid, that's for sure. Mostly because he was awkward, his personality was brash and his parents were weird (if being liberal in an extremely conservative area could be considered weird), so he didn't have many friends growing up, leaving him with mass amounts of time to study.
His parents were english professors and despite being quite liberal and even a bit 'hippy-ish' weren't supportive of the things that Felix wanted to do with his life and pressured him into becoming one as well. So he did, as he does have a way with words and that's what he does, he's a english professor at a crappy local community college and hates every second of it. It's clear to anyone that walks into his classroom. He has a tendency to reply sarcastically to questions, especially as he doesn't believe in the whole 'there are no stupid questions' philosophy.
But hopefully that'll be over soon enough as he's currently studying to be an astrophysicist. And the closer he gets the more disdain he shows for his teaching career and students
► OTHER VITAL INFORMATION [are they open or closed for plotting, shipping, etc?]
OPEN
While I'd love to come up with other plots the two that I think would be interesting is possibly a student/professor relationship? Or exe. Felix wasn’t always the callous man he is today, sure, he’s always been a bit off, a bit weird, socially awkward. i feel like his ex would’ve played a big part in helping make that change from sort of a sweet little boy from the highlands of scotland to this grumpy guy. i pictured it as him finding this person and for once finally feeling like he wasn’t always on the outside, they convinced him to really go after his dreams of stars, rather than doing what his parents told him [becoming a english teacher like they had been], and in one way or another, hearts were broken, really making him believe that there was no point in acting nice, believing that people were gonna think he was weird anyways, so why put the effort into making them think otherwise?
"I don’t wanna be saved, I don’t wanna be sober."
—Halestorm
► GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Candice Ophelia Wilde
NICKNAME(S): Candie (by a select few)
AGE: 22
DATE OF BIRTH: February 22nd, 1994
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Cis Female
NATIONALITY: American
HERITAGE: Caucasian
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English
OCCUPATION: Unemployed
RELIGION: Atheistic
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
► APPEARANCE
FACE CLAIM: Kristen Stewart
HEIGHT: 5′5
WEIGHT: 120 lbs
DOMINANT HAND: Right
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Green
SCARS: None of consequence
TATTOOS: A few small ones scattered through out
► BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Carmel, California
CURRENT RESIDENCE: ??? somewhere around LA
FINANCIAL STATUS: Born into upper middle class, currently...Well, doesn’t really have a class
► VERSE TITLE: TBA
► PAST
TW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE
this is a summed up version of a much longer bio
Candice Ophelia Wilde was like every other college student. She was majoring in anthropology. She lived in the dorms, had a roommate that she wasn’t a fan of, attended lots of frat parties, and played for the schools nationally ranked soccer team. So how did a girl like that end up where she is now?
Well, the series of events that started it all started on a Thursday night in her college’s stadium. The teams were tied, and as the team’s best forward, it was Candice’s job, no, her duty, to score the winning goal. So she went for it, going all in. She ran at full speed towards the goal, not planning on stopping until she and the ball were in the net. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. The brunette tripped on a loose hunk of turf and went tumbling. In the process not only did she fracture her knee cap, but tore her ACL as well. In simpler words, her soccer career was over…But her adventures in painkillers had just begun.
She begun spiraling down. The girl’s grades dropped, she became more wild, feral even, and she started to use narcotics not only for the pain, but for recreation as well. It wasn’t long before her worried parents and doctors noticed. So that was the end of that. Well, sort of. Candice wasn’t too upset over the loss of her pills, as it wasn’t the pills she was addicted to, but rather the feeling of being completely out of control, and alcohol worked just the same. She figured, a college girl drinking didn’t seem nearly suspicious as one who was popping pills. But, she continued to spiral, and when spring break came around, she knew that when she came back, she’d most likely be greeted with a letter kicking her out of the school. So she simply decided not to go back.
Being apart of the partying community, Candice has made those sort of friends where 'hey is it cool if i crash on your couch for a few nights' is a completely normal favor to ask. She's a moocher of the highest form, having nothing to pay people in other than a good time
► PERSONALITY
Candice is a spicy one. She does not take it well when she is told what to do, and you can bet your ass she will do the exact opposite. She is extremely stubborn and is like a dog with a bone, whether it be proving someone wrong, or if she’s just trying to find out information. She does tend to mouth off, which usually isn’t a problem because it seems like she knows everyone and they all know her.
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OPEN
Candice was originally developed for a supernatural rp, but all of that is cut out thus the lacking bio. I could see Candice either in a plot where she's the bad influence, or maybe they're both two rolling stones just looking for a good time.
if it was so desired, I could also return her to the world of the supernatural and we could do something with that!
"He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it.”
—George Orwell
► GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Augustus Abraham Avery
NICKNAME(S): Gus, Auggie
AGE: 19
DATE OF BIRTH: January 1st, 1957
SPECIES: Wizard
GENDER: Cis Male
NATIONALITY: British
HERITAGE: Caucasian
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English
OCCUPATION: Unemployed/Deatheater
RELIGION: Atheistic
SEXUALITY: Bisexual (hasn’t acknowledged the fact that he’s attracted to the same gender)
► APPEARANCE
FACE CLAIM: Daniel Sharman
HEIGHT: 6′2
WEIGHT: 183 lbs
DOMINANT HAND: left
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
SCARS: None of consequence
TATTOOS: The dark mark on his forearm
► BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Knightsbridge, London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts, Scotland
FINANCIAL STATUS: Appears to be upper class, although his family is currently going bankrupt
► VERSE TITLE: TBA
► PAST
Despite what he tells and makes everyone else think, Augustus doesn’t come from a rich family. The Avery’s were once extremely wealthy, they were slated amongst names such as Black and Malfoy, in the ranks of Lestrange and Nott. But that all went away when Augustus’s father became the sole patriarch of the family. He had been a younger brother, but with all of his older siblings either dead, deemed ‘blood traitors’, or simply not interested in the ‘position’, it fell upon Augustus’ father to mind the family matters. Which is, honestly, the worst thing that could have happened. Never a responsible man, and never a man known to keep his inhibitions in check, it didn’t take long before Mister Avery drove the family legacy off of a cliff, and left it burning in flames. With a wicked temper, a ridiculous drinking problem, and a proclivity to sleep with women who weren’t his wife, the Avery name became soiled. He blew through the money, leaving nothing for his only natural son but a soiled name and an empty vault in Gringotts
But thankfully for Augustus, the boy is a pro at ‘faking it until you make it’, and no one suspects anything. Sure, they know that Augustus’ father isn’t the most true of men, but they don’t know that without his ancestors having already bought the property, Augustus wouldn’t have a home. Or that all of his school supplies, his new outfits, his new wand and uniforms are all a product of the ‘five finger discount’. But, regardless of whether his classmates know of his ‘situation’, he hates it with every fiber of his being, and he is determined to get out of it no matter the cost.
Hence Augustus’ snake-like nature. He chooses the winning side, regardless of whether he likes them, believes in their cause, or even knows them. He is purely in it for himself, and will switch sides at the drop of a hat, stabbing everyone he knew or was chummy with in the back, without blinking. It’s cause is an ambition that runs so deep within him it’s practically all he knows. All he’s ever wanted to do was escape his situation, to be different from his asshole of a father. Though, this isn’t because Augustus took what happened to his family, what his father had a tendency to do to him personally. It was all about the image that he ruined, the power that he seemingly gave away with his antics. This is all about Augustus getting that power back, and relishing in it.
Despite growing up surrounded by the rants and raving of Blood Purity fanatics, Augustus couldn’t care less. He is neither here nor there on the subject, as it doesn’t affect him. Sure, maybe he would think differently if he wasn’t a pureblood, but he is, so why should he care? But of course he still harasses them, because that is what is expected of him as a Slytherin, not that he really minds doing it, as he’s always had a mean streak in him. Ever since he was a child, it was obvious to everyone around him that Augustus didn’t care who got hurt in the process of him getting what he wanted. And that’s exactly what he’s doing, getting what he wants, and if he has to hex or even kill a few mudbloods to get there, what does he care?
Within the first few hours of his first year at Hogwarts, Augustus made sure to find himself in a group with the right people. He found the cruelest, the most terrifying, the ones people whisper ‘I heard he’s a sociopath’ when they walk by, because those are the people that always win, the ones with no thoughts of consequence or no thoughts on morals, rather acting as if they didn’t exist. It was the people without honor who had the best coat tails to ride. And ride them he has, all the way from first year to his final year, he’s been hitching a ride with people such as the Lestranges and the Blacks and Malfoys, once more putting the Avery name amongst theirs. At the moment, Augustus considers Vincent Mulciber as his closest ‘ally’, or friend. Though, that’s not saying much, as he doesn’t even really like the boy, finding him a bit dramatic and sociopathic for his tastes. But the title of ‘friend’ does nothing to shield Vincent from Augustus’ deceiving ways. If the tide of this war suddenly turned, Augustus would betray the boy just as easily as he breathes, and would find himself assimilated in with those damn Marauders, if he had to (though, he really doesn’t like those assholes). The moral of Augustus’ story is never trust a snake.
► PERSONALITY
Augustus is a selfish, slick, self serving bastard, self-admittedly. He knows his reputation of being a snake in the grass and he doesn’t mind it one bit. Because it’s what he is, it’s the truth. He is extremely smart and has a tendency to be a hundred steps in front of a person at any given time, always thinking out things ahead of time. Everything he does has a purpose behind it, to get him where he’s going. He never speaks, he never befriends a person, never acts without reason.–Although, at times urges break through, natural instinct and actions take over, resulting in heavy flirtation and sarcasm.
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OPEN
Firstly, Augustus is a marauders era character. Secondly, while this isn't necessary I'd be really interested in playing him against a muggle born witch or wizard? I just think that'd be really interesting to play out!
“You ache with the need to convince yourself that you do exist in the real world, that you’re apart of all the sound and anguish, and you strike out with your fists, you curse and you swear to make them recognize you. And, alas, it’s seldom successful.”
- Ralph Ellison
► GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Anson Roman Williams
NICKNAME(S): Sonny
AGE: 23
DATE OF BIRTH: April 14, 1993
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: doesn’t believe in the social construct of gender but goes by him/his/he (yet another example of how he believes in something, but doesn’t do anything to change it or himself)
NATIONALITY: American
HERITAGE: Caucasian
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English
OCCUPATION: Unemployed
RELIGION: Non practicing Catholic
SEXUALITY: Unknown
► APPEARANCE
FACE CLAIM: Nico Tortorella
HEIGHT: 6′0
WEIGHT: 165 lbs
DOMINANT HAND: left
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
SCARS: None of consequence
TATTOOS: Two stars on his chest (a small cross under one of them, but underneath one star is the ‘sign’ for female and underneath the other, the ‘sign’ for male, the words ‘not this not that, beyond definition’ spanning between the two), ‘Rocco’ above a picture of his grandfather in military uniform on his upper left bicep (and a dragon/snake between the two), a box of matches on his left side, two swallows on his left arm, a pinup girl on his left forearm, a bumblebee on his left hip, two parallel vines running down his spine, one with two offshoots, one holding the world and the other the moon, on the opposite vine has one offshoot, holding the sun, vintage car on left forearm, a lioness holding it’s cub in it’s teeth on inner left bicep
► BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Manhattan, New Yrok
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Nowhere/Everywhere
FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper class
EDUCATION LEVEL: Dropped out halfway through earning a degree in business
FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: Annalise Williams [mother, 47], Aaron Williams [father, 48], Aria Williams [older sister, 25], Alina Williams [twin sister, 23], Adam Williams [twin brother, 23]
ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS: Everyone/Anyone tbh
► VERSE TITLE: I Knew You Were Trouble
► PAST
Trustfunds, silver spoons, champagne at birthday parties for kids; this was Anson’s life. The penthouse in an upper east side apartment building was his home, the doorman his friend. But all his life Anson rejected the idea of wealth, hating the fact that he was considered one of the one percent and not one of the masses, all the while continously benefiting from his family’s wealth. He’d cause scenes at the dinner table, arguing with his father about how corrupted Wall Street was and how they should be giving their money to help the masses, but never did anything about it.
He’s always loved the idea of being a ‘struggling artist’, the only issue being he wasn’t talented in any of the arts, and never in his life would he ‘struggle’ or want for anything. He thought about trading in his vintage mustang, hooffing it on the streets of New York, taking the subway, but never followed through.
Following through would always be an issue for Anson. When he was young it was sports, when he was older it was school. To this day the only things he’s ever followed through on are 1) living 2) continuing his quest to make his body a work of art with endless tattoos 3) learning to play guitar.
Under the wishes of his parents, he had been enrolled in NYU, and it was planned out that he would study for and graduate with an MBA in business. But half way through earning said degree, he dropped out and disappeared, leaving his parents a short voicemail how he was distancing himself from the family (but not their funds, of course) so he could ‘find himself’.
His version of ‘finding himself’ is not trying to live a normal life, or perhaps attending some seminar on meditiation, but rather following his favorite band on their tour. Sure he may not be staying in 5 star hotels, but he’s not exactly staying in the Cockroach Express
► PERSONALITY
Anson has this innate need to be ‘different’ from his parents, when in reality, the only thing is that they understand how lucky they are to be privileged, while Anson views it as a curse. Despite all his experiences and his years traveling, he’s completely, and utterly naive. He doesn’t understand just how lucky he is and still holds the childish notion that the world is his for the conquering.---He has a tendency to collect people and keep them as stories to bring out on a rainy day, and has trouble having any sort of meaningful or longterm relationship. The longest relationship he’s had with someone (other than his family) is his tattoo artist. And as horrible as it sounds, it does have one perk: he’s so desperate to have these stories and be able to tell about these experiences that there’s never a dull moment with him, everything is an adventure.
Despite his flighty ways, there’s just something about him that people are drawn to, or at least that’s what has been said. With all these stories and how open and willing he is to lay compliment upon compliment upon someone, he has a way of making people feel as if they’re incredible, as if they’re special and there’s no one else like him (and honestly, in that moment, that’s how he feels, he falls in love with things, places and people quickly, but tires of them quickly). He’ll spend time with them, then leave in the middle of the night, on to the next town and city, the next ‘incredible’ person and story, while they thought there was a connection, he just thought of them as another person to write down in his book of travels, never thinking of the damage he could cause.
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"I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me."
- Joshua Graham
► GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Alexei Anatolvich Morevna
NICKNAME(S): Alex
AGE: 29
DATE OF BIRTH: August 15th, 1987
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Cis Male
NATIONALITY: American
HERITAGE: Caucasian (Russian)
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English, Russian
OCCUPATION: Bar Owner
RELIGION: Atheist
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
► APPEARANCE
FACE CLAIM: Stephen Amell
HEIGHT: 6′1
WEIGHT: 182 lbs
DOMINANT HAND: Right
HAIR COLOR: Light Brown/Dark Blonde
EYE COLOR: Blue
SCARS: Too many to count. After being stabbed, he was (in his eyes) unfortunately brought to the hospital, and at one point had overheard two of the nurses talking, thinking he was still out. They were betting on how much of his body they thought were covered in scars. One said thirty percent, the other scoffed and said fifty.
TATTOOS: Bratva tattoo on his left pec, chinese symbols on his right oblique (and no, he has no idea what they mean, they were a drunken mistake), red dragon on his left shoulder, an intricate rose on his left forearm/elbow for his sister, and the names of his daughters and late wife on the inside of his right forearm
► BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper class at birth, Middle class currently
EDUCATION LEVEL: MBA in business
FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: Anatoly Morevna [father, deceased (killed by Alexei], Vasilia Morevna [mother, deceased (died when he was young)], Roza Morevna [sister, deceased (murdered)], Jolene Groves-Morevna [wife, deceased], Max Groves-Morevna [adoptive son, living in new orleans], Arya Morevna [daughter, 5], Kyra Morevna [daughter, 5], Nikita Morevna [son, deceased]
ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS: Jolene Groves-Morevna [wife, deceased], Alex Martinez [???, his daughter’s dance teacher]
► VERSE TITLE: TBD
► PAST
TW: PHYSICAL ABUSE/DEATH
this is a summed up version of a much longer bio
Alexei grew up in a home of severe physical abuse, so much so that it bordered on torture. His father was a sick and twisted man who, after losing his wife, lost any humanity he had left, and he took out all his anger and pain on his son. By the time he was fifteen, Alexei had already outgrown his father in strength and size, but was afraid that if he fought back, his father would channel his anger at his little sister, Roza. So he kept silent, he took the beatings as silently as he could, and to this day wears the scars as badges of honor, reminders that he was stronger than what had tried to break him.
As he became older and made his way through business school, Alexei couldn't help but become more suspicious of his family's wealth, realizing that there was no way the business that was done could support their way of life. It was then that Alexei came to the realization that the family business was no where close to legitimate and was actually just a money laundering front for the Russian Mafia, something his father, while wasn't apart of, was deeply connected to.
After confronting his father about his suspicions, he was given a choice, he could either take a job as a low level bouncer of sorts, or face the consequences of sticking his nose where it shouldn't have been. He took the job, afraid that consequences would come down on his sister as well. It was this job that led him to a catalyst of sorts, of a realization that he needed to get out of his family life and his low level job within the mafia. With the connections he had made in his job, several months of work and almost all of his trust fund; he had arranged an 'escape' of sorts for him and his sister. But of course, it didn't work out as planned, and his little sister, the person he loved most in life and had tried so hard to protect, was left behind, caught in a web of her own making. He was going to stay behind, until she made it clear she wouldn't forgive him if he didn't get out, that she could take care of herself, and could do so until he came back for her.
Fast forward almost a year and Alexei had settled down in a small town in the middle of Pennsylvania, was engaged to a lovely little lady by the name of Jolene Groves, was expecting a child, and had opened up his own little bar. And his little sister had also somehow managed to make her way out of their old life by herself. Alexei's life was...Perfect. But of course, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, everything went wrong.--The pregnancy had complications and his and Jo's baby was lost, and only months later, the web that his sister had escaped from dragged her back in. An old boyfriend of hers, the one she left behind, was the son of a very powerful man and wasn't used to being told 'no' in any way.
Alexei came home to find his little sister in her room, but as he sat on her bed, his hands searching for the covers to tuck her in, all Alexei could feel was wetness. Turning on the light, it became clear it was blood. Their old war had finally caught up to them and and she was the casuality. Alexei's first instinct was for revenge, but the thought of leaving Jo, especially after all they had been through, kept him in Pennsylvania. That is, unti they realized, that once again, they were expecting. And then he realized, he didn't have a choice, there were people that could no longer exist in this world if his new family were to be safe.--He returned home from the bloody task to the news that there was going to be one more family member to their new family than expected, they were expecting twins.
But the world that was so keen on teaching Alexei that all good things must come to an end, started yet another lesson. Jo passed away, only two years after the birth of their daughters. It was sudden, and it was only after the coroner received her medical files from the family doctor was he able to tell Alexei the reason why. She had been very sick, and had known that her time was limited, and had chosen to hide it from her family so the last few months she’d spend with them would be happy and normal, rather than surrounded by beeping machines. Alexei both admired her for that, as well as hated her; because he never got to say goodbye.
It was clear that Alexei couldn’t stay in the small town of Maddox they had made their family in, with too many bad memories. So Alexei stuck his best friend in charge of the bar, closed up the house, and moved to Philly, in an attempt to start over.
► PERSONALITY
Alexei is a connoisseur of disguises, of masks that you put on when you walk out the door. Received a brutal corporal punishment from his father last night and it hurts to even walk? No, everything is just dandy. Over his two and a half decades alive he has learned how to conceal and fake emotions extremely well. That is why it’s hard to get close to people for him. He doesn’t even mean to do it, but by hiding his emotions he is never really able to let people get to know the real him. This isn’t to say he his cold, he usually just keeps relationships on a ‘buddy’ level, or joking around, maybe getting a coffee once and a while, but definitely not on the level where heart-to-heart conversations are possible. This way of closing himself off has only grown since the passing of his sister and wife, afraid to get too close to people. He's also realized that his twin girls, Kyra and Arya, are the two most important things to him.
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