charlie gillespie, bisexual, cis male + he / him → isn’t that joseph lorenzini? the story claims that they’re pinocchio from pinocchio. i hear they’re twenty one. in the cursed town they’re a college student / apprentice, but back in the fairy tale realm they were an automaton / apprentice of his father. they seem to be whimsical & gregarious, but also gullible & mischievous. their aesthetics include a tradesman’s work tools, the shine of a blue moon, and the memory of a small child.
the living automaton.
name : giuseppe carlo lorenzini.
nickname : joseph. pinocchio.
titles : the living boy. geppeto's automaton.
species : human ( formerly a automaton ).
origins : etruria, las lilas.
orientations.
gender : cis male.
romantic orientation : panromantic.
sexual orientation : pansexual.
sexual temperament : switch.
sexual position : versatile, with a top lean.
relationships.
parents : geppetto collodi lorenzini ( father / human ).
siblings : carlo ( deceased ).
acquaintances : na.
partner : na.
children : none.
biography ( in the homelands )
unlike the traditional tales, pinocchio was not a wooden puppet. he was an automaton crafted from a magical piece of iron ore, rumored to have shrieked while being smelted. geppetto created him in the depths of his grief following the death of his son. pinocchio was brought to life with a soul: the blue fairy, witnessing geppetto’s profound sorrow and the unfairness of the boy's early death, took the child’s soul and placed it within the metal body.
due to the nature of his soul, pinocchio cannot truly die and is effectively immortal. however, his immortality is not absolute; he must still "pass through death" every time he is killed. whenever he falls, he waits in the underworld for the door back to life to open. the more frequently pinocchio dies, the longer his wait in the underworld becomes, yet he is destined to always return.
as an automaton, pinocchio possesses immense strength and durability. he does not experience pain in the way a biological human does. his nose does not grow when he lies. on the contrary, the more pinocchio lies, the more his body becomes flesh and blood. this is because, in a world full of deception, the act of lying is the most human thing one can do.
though the blue fairy provided his soul, it was dr. facilier who granted him a truly human body. when pinocchio died saving geppetto’s life, the woodcarver was so consumed by sorrow that he went to the shadow man to beg for his son to be a real boy. facilier granted the wish, but with heavy caveats: he required a "down payment" of pinocchio’s memories (specifically his traumatic ones, leaving the boy with only his good memories), and he warned that for the body to remain human, the boy must constantly engage in acts that remind him of his own humanity.
biography ( in pellar's town )
in pellar's town, pinocchio currently works as an apprentice at his father’s carpentry workshop and furniture store while struggling to survive the rigors of college. he is an absolute himbo—often blissfully empty-headed—but he remains a young man with a genuinely good heart.
though he is prone to making mistakes and is notoriously gullible, he always strives to rectify his errors in his own way. dr. facilier’s requirement for pinocchio to constantly remind himself of his humanity remains in effect. in this modern setting, this manifests as a high libido; he rarely says no to an encounter and has earned a reputation for having been with almost everyone.
cody christian, homosexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that cyrus beaumont? the story claims that they're circe from beauty & the beast. i hear they're 27. in the cursed town they’re an owner of an antique bookshop and café, but back in the fairy tale realm they were a witch. they seem to be gentle & intelligent, but also manipulative & vindictive. their aesthetics include dust-covered libraries, black tea steeping beside old spell books, wilted roses beneath glass. | your musing post is HERE
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
FULL NAME: Cyrus Beaumont
ALSO KNOWN AS: Circe, The Enchantress, The Witch of the Rose
NICKNAME: Cy
AGE: 27
SPECIES: Witch/Wiccan (formerly an immortal witch)
D/V/S: Verse (submissive-leaning when topping and dominant-leaning when bottoming)
SEXUAL POSITION: Verse
FACE CLAIM: Cody Christian
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
INTELLIGENCE: Highly Intelligent
MYERS-BRIGGS: INTJ ("The Architect")
LIKES: Old books, black tea, chess, classical music, collecting antique trinkets, quiet rainy afternoons, roses, candlelight, magical items, watching people.
DISLIKES: Arrogant people with no reason to be arrogant, broken promises, loud crowds, carelessness, being underestimated, needless cruelty, burnt tea, cheap imitations.
POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES:
Intelligent
Patient
Perceptive
Elegant
Protective
NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES:
Manipulative
Vindictive
Secretive
Prideful
Judgmental
𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒
AESTHETICS:
Dust-covered libraries, black tea steeping beside old spellbooks, wilted roses beneath glass, pressed flowers tucked inside novels, candlelit bookstores, dark academia, gold-rimmed glasses, ink-stained fingertips, vintage waistcoats, rainy evenings, handwritten notes no one else was meant to read.
Cyrus Beaumont once carried the name Circe, a enchantress whose magic was feared across the kingdoms. He believed magic should expose the truth hidden beneath appearances, and when an arrogant prince dismissed a beggar at his gates? Circe decided to reveal the monster that already lived inside him. The curse wasn't born from cruelty, it was meant to be a lesson.
Then the realms collapsed.
Stripped of his immortality and cursed into an ordinary human life, Cyrus awoke in Pellar's Town with little more than a quiet bookstore and fragments of memories that returned slowly over the years. As the spell unraveled, so did the realization that someone else had been moving the pieces all along.
Nowadays, he keeps mostly to himself. Customers know him as the soft-spoken owner of Beaumont Books & Brew, always ready with the perfect recommendation and a fresh cup of tea. Few realize how carefully he watches people or how easily he can guide a conversation exactly where he wants it.
Some habits survive every curse.
On the strawberry moon, he finds himself transported along with everyone else to Tirulia. Now armed with memories of both of his lives and his magic returning to him, Cyrus was going to figure out what the hell was going on.
jeremy allen white, pansexual, genderfluid male + he/they → isn’t that devlin cooney? the story claims that they're the cheshire cat from alice in wonderland. i hear they’re 35 (unknown). in the cursed town they’re a drug dealer, but back in the fairy tale realm they were a philosophical guide. they seem to be self-aware & wise, but also mischievous & unpredictable. their aesthetics include stray cats constantly following him around for snacks, cases upon cases of cigarettes, the feeling of hearing/seeing something that's not there, a trail of chaos that they leave in their path.
vinnie hacker, gay, male + he/him → isn’t that audrey-graham clark? the story claims that they're hercules from hercules. i hear they’re 24 in the cursed town they’re a freelance mechanic & handyman, but back in the fairy tale realm they were a demigod and hero. they seem to be joyful & gregarious, but also impulsive & overconfident. their aesthetics include marvel movie opening credits, running on the beach, clear sunny days.
ABOUT Him...
what Audrey doesn't know about the Roman Empire he makes up for in ways of his Charm & Physique. Around town the brondie is known for his handy work. He can change your oil & your light bulbs no questions asked. it's a simple easy going life for a once epic Hero & sunbathed Demigod who used to have the Colosseum over-packed with spectators ready to oogle over his next great feat of Strength.
tom hopper, bisexual, cisgendered male + he, him, and his → isn’t that hunter graham? the story claims that they’re the woodsman from little red riding hood. i hear they’re 41. in the cursed town they’re a deputy at the sheriff’s station, but back in the fairy tale realm they were a woodsman. they seem to be hardworking & protective, but also pugnacious & stubborn. their aesthetics include arms as thick as tree trunks, the smell of pine and cedar, rough calloused hands.
STATS:
NAME: hunter graham
AGE: 41 years old
SEXUALITY: bisexual
POSITION: bottom versatile, with a strong preference to bottom; really, he will only top through plotting ooc/discussing ooc.
BEHAVIORAL PREFERENCE: switch
SOME KINKS: outdoors/public, unprotected/breeding, choking, wrestling, multiple orgasms, sexual exhaustion, restraints, shifter/werewolves, dominant partners, musk, facials (receiving), oral (giving), deep throating (giving), and many more to discover
ANTI-KINKS: scat, intense gore, vomit, age play, wound play
OCCUPATION: a sheriff's deputy at pellar's town police station
POSITIVE TRAITS: hardworking and protective
NEGATIVE TRAITS: pugnacious and stubborn
FAIRYTALE LIFE: the woodsman, little red riding hood, the kingdom of kehl
FACECLAIM: tom hopper
A BIT OF FAIRYTALE INFO:
in the kingdom of kehl, and the black forest next to it, hunter spent most of his time outside the kindgom's walls in a modest cottage at the edge of the forest's domain. he largely kept to himself-- so much so that most people didn't even know his name and simply referred to him as the woodsman.
most of his time was spent cutting down trees to sell the wood back to the citizens of kehl or to the royal family themselves to use as lumber for whatever they needed to build-- honestly, he didn't ask where it was going. it was good coin and that was enough.
due to where he lived, he was quick to learn that not everything is always as it seems; especially when it came to the wildlife living in the black forest. most of them were called shifters and he still isn't sure if they can be trusted but that didn't stop him from being interested in them.
when the first curse took affect and brought them all to pellar's town, he had been out in the woods hunting down the big bad wolf.
A BIT OF PELLAR'S TOWN INFO:
in pellar's town, hunter still prefers keeping to himself. he works as a deputy sheriff, working underneath the town's sheriff, to keep everyone safe and keep everything in line... but when he isn't on duty, he is normally a bit difficult to find unless you know where his cabin is hidden deep in the surrounding woods-- or if you manage to catch him on one of his monthly benders where he spends one night at the bar, from open until close, drinking until he's had enough to make bad decisions.
he's always felt that something about pellar's town was off, especially some of it's residents, but he could never place why so he just assumed, for the time they were there, that it was because he wasn't a people person; not realizing it was because they were cursed.
POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS:
ONE NIGHT STAND(s): people that met him on his drunken once a month night and took him home for some fun but haven't really talked to him since.
FUCK BUDDIES: as much fun as those monthly one night stands can be, a man has needs. even though he isn't a social butterfly, he's going to need people he's connected with at least enough to be able to call on when he needs/wants a distraction or a way to let off some steam.
FURTHER FAIRYTALE DEPTH: it would make sense for him to have a more fleshed out relationship with most of the people from his world so I am open to plots and discussions with any of them. I would say the same for other kingdom's as well but hunter really never left his home/his realm.
ADDITIONAL PELLAR'S TOWN CONNECTIONS: I am open to plotting out and discussing additional connections to the resident's of pellar's town-- especially people outside of his fairytale kingdom-- just to give an excuse to have him know some of the people he otherwise wouldn't have met due to never leaving his realm.
luke thompson, gay, male + he/him → isn’t that leopold (von) weisshaupt? the story claims that they’re snow white from snow white. i hear they’re 35. in the cursed town they’re (heir +) vet (+ animal shelter manager), but back in the fairy tale realm they were a prince(ss). they seem to be compassionate & charming, but also idealistic & stubborn. their aesthetics include the crisp bite of winter air on pale flushed cheeks, the faint scent of cedar and cold iron, apple blossoms drifting across dark water.
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
FULL NAME: [ LEOPOLD VON WEISSHAUPT ]
ALSO KNOWN AS: [ SNOW WHITE ]
NICKNAME: [ SNOW, LEO ]
AGE: [ 35 ]
GENDER/PRONOUNS: [ MALE, HE/HIM ]
ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ]
SPECIES: [ HUMAN (PROBABLY) ]
FAIRY TALE CONNECTION: [ SNOW WHITE ]
OCCUPATION (PRE-CURSE): [ PRINCE, SERVANT, REFUGEE, WARRIOR, KING ]
OCCUPATION (CURSE/PELLAR TOWN): [ VET ]
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ HOMOROMANTIC ]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ]
SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ SUBMISSIVE-LEANING ]
SEXUAL POSITION: [ BOTTOM ]
𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ FLORIAN D'CHARMONT ]
CHILDREN: [ NONE (YET?) ]
PARENTS: [ FRANZ + CHARLOTTE ]
SIBLINGS: [ 1 (HALF-BROTHER) ]
FRIENDS: [ THE HUNTSMAN, TBA ]
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒
FACE CLAIM: [ LUKE THOMPSON ]
EYE COLOUR: [ GREY/BLUE + GREEN ]
HAIR COLOUR: [ BROWN ]
HEIGHT: [ 5'11 | 1.80 METRES ]
BODY BUILD: [ ATHLETIC, LEAN, TONED ]
FACIAL HAIR: [ NAH. ]
TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ SECRET. ]
NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS:
[ PALE SKIN AND BRIGHT/SHARP (YET KIND) EYES. A FEW FAINT SCARS FROM TRAINING AND WARRING WITH THE EVIL KING. ]
𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒
PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ BEING ABANDONED. BEING BETRAYED BY LOVED ONES. DARKNESS. CLAUSTROPHOBIA ]
MENTAL DISORDERS: [ PTSD. MILD OBSESSIVE TENDENCIES. ]
AESTHETICS: [ PALE SKIN GLOWING IN WINTER LIGHT. RAVEN HAIR BRUSHED BY FOREST BREEZES. OBSERVANT EYES TRACKING EVERY MOVEMENT. CALLUSED HANDS STROKING FUR OR LEAVES. SCARRED FOREARM FROM BATTLES PAST. THE Scent OF EARTH AND FRESH SNOW. QUIET FOOTSTEPS ON FROSTED PATHS. SOFT VOICE CALMING FEARFUL CREATURES. LETTERS SMUGGLED BY RAVENS. HIDDEN SMILES FULL OF LOVE. SUNLIGHT THROUGH TOWER WINDOWS. AN APPLE SLICED SLOWLY ON A COUNTER. WARM TEA STEAMING AGAINST THE COLD. FOREST CREATURES GATHERING NEAR. THE PATTER OF HOOVES AND PADS ON DIRT. HEART BEATING WITH LOYALTY AND CARE. LOVE HELD QUIET. A KINGDOM LOST AND RECLAIMED. A CURSE LINGERING LIKE FROST ON SKIN. ]
INSPO: [ BREATHE ME (SIA). DOG DAYS ARE OVER (FLORENCE+THE MACHINE). IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE (HOZIER). CASTLE ON THE HILL (ED SHEERAN). CHASING CARS (SNOW PATROL). BELIEVER (IMAGINE DRAGONS). ]
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒
KINKS: [ VANILLA. PRAISE. BREEDING. HAIR PULLING. VERBAL FEMINISATION. NIPPLE PLAY. WORSHIP. CHOKING (ONLY FLORIAN). CONSENSUAL SOMNOPHILIA. COCKWARMING. AFFECTION. GENTLE. BEING USED. SKIN TO SKIN CONTACT. PROTECTIVE/POSSESSIVE DYNAMICS (BE HIS KNIGHT OR OWN HIM TY). PET PLAY (I CAN EXPLAIN!). EXHIBITIONISM. TEASING/DENIAL. ]
ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. VIOLENCE. BLOOD PLAY. ]
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘
once, in the midst of a winter storm, a child was born to a king and queen. his skin was pale as snow, his lips soft as rose petals, and his hair as dark as raven’s wings. and because of that night, and the storm that raged outside his first cries, he was named snow white.
the kingdom into which he was born was one of peace and generosity, ruled with kindness by his parents. snow grew amidst song and laughter, beloved by all who saw him. and in those bright days of boyhood, he found a companion in prince florian from a neighboring land. the boys became fast friends, bound by secrets whispered in castle corridors and bright laughter in the castle halls. together they formed a bond that seemed unshakable.
but joy is fragile and when snow was but ten, sorrow fell: his mother, the gentle queen, grew ill and passed from the world. the king, stricken with grief, opened his heart too quickly to a new suitor—a handsome nobleman named grimhilde who came visiting their kingdom from far away. for a short time it seemed as though light might return to the halls, until the king was murdered and grimhilde seized the throne for himself, ruling with cruelty and fear.
snow was spared his life, but stripped of his freedom. the boy-prince became little more than a servant in his own castle, watched and used like a pawn. for years he endured, comforted only by the secret letters he smuggled to florian, carried by faithful ravens. yet secrets do not last forever.
when snow was sixteen, grimhilde discovered the letters. enraged, he locked the boy away in the tower. and when the enchanted mirror whispered that the young prince had grown fairer than the king himself, jealousy turned to hatred. the huntsman was summoned to carve out snow’s heart.
but the huntsman, moved by pity and knowing of the kindness and grace in the young prince's heart, defied his orders. he let him go. snow fled and ran into the dark forest, a place of danger and despair. alone and lost, the boy wandered for days until the creatures of the wood guided him to a hidden cottage, home to seven dwarves, who took him in.
it was there, deep in the forest, that florian found him again some time later. reunited, the boys—now nearly men—saw in each other more than friendship. snow’s heart beat faster for him, though neither dared to speak the truth aloud, not when survival and the fate of kingdoms pressed heavier than longing. still, their bond grew—quiet, fierce and unshakable once more. together they defied the soldiers who came hunting.
at last, grimhilde came himself, cloaked in deception. disguised as the very man who stole the young prince's heart, he brought snow a gift: a single red apple. one bite and snow white fell as if dead.
he was laid in a coffin of glass and gold, crafted by the dwarves themselves. and when florian returned from seeking aid back home and the dwarves told him of the prince's fate, he wept. his grief was so deep, his kiss so true, that snow stirred once more, awakened by the power of true love.
together they rose. side by side, they fought on.
the war that followed lasted years. grimhilde’s power had spread far and deep, his sorcery rotting the land until the fields lay black and the rivers stilled. snow and florian were young and untested, yet they stood against him. and they were not alone: the creatures of the forest, the very life of the earth itself, rose to their side, as did the people of their once beautiful kingdom. like the huntsman, who chose to fight side by side with them, offering not only his support, but also his vast knowledge to their cause. wherever snow walked, flowers broke through ash and dying trees bent to shield him. slowly, painfully, they won back piece after piece of their home until grimhilde was cast down, exiled forever and his dark reign broken.
snow and florian rebuilt the kingdom, though it was a long road: years of patient tending, of coaxing life back into earth that had forgotten how to bloom. yet in time, green returned and hope with it. they ruled as one, their love no longer hidden.
and for a time, there was peace. for a time, there was love.
but fairy tales are cruel things. just as happily-ever-after settled over their lives, a curse fell upon the land.
nowadays, leopold weisshaupt spends his days tending to the animals of pellar town … the quiet veterinarian who seems to understand them better than most people understand themselves. he keeps to his practice during the day, the smell of hay and antiseptic mingling in the air, the soft padding of paws a constant companion … and he likes it that way. people stop by for care, but few pry into the man himself … and leopold prefers it that way. there is a gentleness in him, a steady patience that draws stray and frightened creatures alike … and something in the way he carries himself hints at a life lived with care, though no one would guess the echoes of a far grander story hidden just beneath the surface.
evenings and weekends find him at the shelter … bundled against the cold, making sure no animal is left outside with nowhere to go. he knows he carries a name that hints at richer heritage, something older and grander, but it feels wrong on his tongue … so wrong that he’s left the von behind. after all, he has never thought of himself as a prince, not really … simply leopold weisshaupt, a man trying to do good in a quiet town. and if, in the hush of the shelter, his gaze lingers a little too long on the sheriff with steady hands and watchful eyes … well, he tells himself it’s nothing. just the way one might be drawn to a familiar warmth in the middle of winter.
isn’t that 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 ? the story claims that they're 𝐮𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐜 ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 ), from 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐬. i hear they’re 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞 . in the cursed town they’re a 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫, but back in the fairy tale realm they were a 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 & 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧. they seem to be 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 & 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞, but also 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 & 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐟. their aesthetics include 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧-𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬.
basics ;;
◇ full name: ulric / richard hartwin .
◇ age: fifty-one .
◇ gender: cis male .
◇ pronouns: he / him .
◇ species: human .
◇ position: royal huntsman / livestock farmer.
◇ civil status: single .
◇ language: english .
◇ romantic orientation: bisexual .
◇ sexual orientation: bisexual .
◇ sexual temperament: service .
◇ sexual position: versatile, prefers topping .
◇ face claim: sean bean .
◇ eye colour: forest green .
◇ hair: light brown wavy hair, down to his shoulders .
◇ height: five feet, ten and a half inches .
◇ body build: stocky, broad of shoulders, of soft stomach and chest. muscular arms and legs to match .
◇ facial/body hair: a closely trimmed beard, grown thicker only when winter nears. a honey brown carpet of fur that grows across his arms, legs, chest and stomach, reaching all the way to his shoulders and back. dense, unkempt patches on armpits and pubes .
◇ tattoos + piercings: none .
◇ notable physical traits: a round face with droopy eyes, sharp nose, a strikingly stern glare, calloused fingers with often dirty nails, scars scattered across his body .
hopes and fears ;;
◇ dreams: for ulric; to live a peaceful life on his own, having avenged the death of his father at the hands of the big bad wolf; for richard, pretty much the same - the first half, that is.
◇ phobias/fears: the wrath of the evil king .
◇ mental disorders: none .
personality ;;
◇ intelligence: intrapersonal, for he knows himself and what he is all about. a humble man, not noble of blood but of spirit, with a moral code that is clear and unwavering. spatial, ever aware of his surroundings, whether to find his way across the deep woods or stay on guard from any incoming danger. and naturalist, by virtue of living most of his life in the wild, connecting to both flora and fauna with ease.
◇ likes: peace and quiet, hunting, archery, leathercraft, hikes, mead, roasted beef, bread and butter, the dawn, a good night's sleep, a cosy open fire, cloudy days, dandelions / cooking, car repairing, taking care of his animals, rock, blues, action flicks, camping, stargazing, bbq sauce, cold beer, black coffee, morning jogs, football season, leather jackets.
◇ dislikes: wolves, distractions, disturbances, lack of morals, injustice, tyranny, extremes, thunderstorms, heights, cooking, large crowds, strong scents, splinters / predators, debts, urbanisation, housework, loud neighbours, ignorance.
◇ alignment: lawful neutral.
◇ positive attributes: just, honorable, compassionate, loyal, protective, kind, clever, self-sufficient, prudent, savvy, decisive, bold, humble, logical .
◇ negative attributes: self-righteous, aloof, resentful, assertive, narrow-minded, prejudiced, critical .
combat ;;
◇ weapons of choice: bow and arrow, dagger, axe, little experience with the sword and spear .
◇ powers: brute force, quick aim .
aesthetics ;;
◇ aesthetics: a thick piece of wolf pelt on a cape wrapped around broad shoulders, a worn-out elm bow tensed at the string and ready to shoot its arrow, the sound of dry leaves cracking underneath muddy leather boots, a burning fireplace in a stone-cold chamber, a blood-stained dagger resting on a wooden table, hoofprints pressed across a lonesome path / a fuming grill with meat cuts sizzling on top, an open toolbox with oil prints all over the metal, worn-out t-shirts of long past concerts, the sound of animals waking up to a sunny morning, the wagging tail of a shepherd dog, an empty bag of diner takeout sitting on the kitchen table, a tv screen with some old show rerun playing .
◇ inspo: the brothers grimm's little snow white and its disney adaptation from 1937 .
— and as she was so lovely, the huntsman had pity on her and said, "run away, then, you poor child." the wild beasts will soon have devoured you, thought he, and yet it seemed as if a stone had been rolled from his heart, since it was no longer needful for him to kill her…
ulric had been born a huntsman.
his father, a lowborn man who went by the name of brandon, had raised the boy with a dagger in hand, as did his father, and his father before him. following the lineage of trustful huntsmen that had served the royal house for generations. brandon took care of the boy all by himself, for the mother had passed in childbirth. little ulric was all that was left of her, and so brandon treated him as his biggest treasure.
with nothing but a humble stone hut to their name, father and son grew older together, ulric becoming a formidable archer by the time he turned fifteen. brandon was beyond proud, and had promised his son that one day, he'd be ready to handle his old man's shotgun.
unfortunately, the day would never come.
brandon hed left on a mission, to rid a nearby village of the threat that was the big bad wolf - a beast unlike any other, they said, a merciless creature who hunted innocent people to satisfy its hunger. the huntsman embraced his son tightly, promising him he'd be back before he could even tell. days became weeks, then months, then a year had went on and there were no news of brandon. ulric was determined to go out and find him before a guard came knocking to his door to deliver him the news.
the wolf had ravaged the village, dozens of half-eaten corpses spread across the townsquare. and, as if to mock ulric himself, the monster had taken care of his father in a especially morbid way. the body was found at the bottom of a nearby cliff, cracked skull, every bone broken. his flesh serving as fodder to the vultures. all the royal guards could offer ulric were their condolences, his father's bloodied clothes, and a dented shotgun.
his broken heart could only be mended by the loving memory of his father. ulric would honor him, taking the mantle of royal huntsman and bending the knee to his king at the young age of sixteen. a new prince had been born, the peaceful kingdom thrived - yet ulric knew no peace would be truly achieved until the threat of that wolf, that monster was eradicated. it had become his life mission to rid the kingdom of its evil. naively unaware that not long after, a greater evil would take over the throne.
the good king was dead, and the kingdom had fallen into the cruel hands of the king consort, lord grimhilde. ulric, then older and wiser, had not taken any foolish risks. he didn't escape, and remained loyal to the crown in word only, for his heart would always be faithful to the house his father served. and as such, he made sure to look after the one beacon of hope the realm had - snow white. he'd bring the young prince furs to endure the winters, leather shoes and other necessities his stepfather wouldn't allow him. ulric even taught him all he had once learned from his own father, from archery to the very basics of sword-fighting. he'd be no knight of the realm, but he would need to know how to defend himself.
perhaps grimhilde had become aware of their bond, for the day he summoned ulric to the throne room his orders were clear - he was to bring him snow white's heart in a chest, murder the boy as he picked flowers in the glen. ulric felt sick to his stomach as he bowed to accept the command given to him, even if he knew it would never come to happen.
there, in the deepness of the woods, ulric ordered his prince to flee, hide away anywhere where the tyrant king couldn't find him. and just as snow white ran, so did ulric. once he gave the chest to the king, a boar's heart inside it, the man took what he could from his hut and rode his horse away. for a time he became a hermit, living in an abandoned cottage, surviving on whatever he could hunt or trade. it wasn't until the whispers of a beautiful young prince laying asleep in a glass coffin came to him that he could find his prince once more, awaken and determined to take his kingdom back.
the war was fought and won, the huntsman returning to the castle to serve his kings after everything they had gone through. he could have been granted a position in the kingsguard, but ulric wanted no more glory than he had before. he went back to his hut, placed his sword next to the old shotgun, and continued living the life he intended to have. only ever vigilant of a big bad wolf...
but that would have been too easy.
richard hartwin's life had to be a wild one. blurry visions from an unclear past that involved college parties, a rocker phase, a not-so-great relationship with authority. too much weed at an early age, or early alzheimer? richard wasn't sure, and neither was his doctor. not that it mattered, he sure as hell wasn't stepping into a therapist office, he wasn't crazy or any of that nonsense. he was just old, and what is an old man but a little forgetful? he had old pictures, the memories were there if he just scratched a little harder.
his days were always the same, waking up at dawn to take care of the hartwin family farm. pellar's number one animal product supplier, from eggs to dairy to the finest cuts of meat. every so often, having made sure his workers are on duty and everything else is in check, he drives his old truck to town to do the deliveries himself, always accompanied by his german shepherd and local good boy, don.
he might grab something for lunch at the diner with that dashing owner, bring some animal in need to the ever so gentle vet, nothing too unusual unless it's a special kind of friday and he wants to get himself drunk silly at the pub. other than that, quite frankly, he knows no better place than his couch.
wanted connections ;;
◇ the evil king. — a brutal monarch who reigns with an iron fist. ulric despises him, and suspects that the death of his rightful king was not any mere accident. a complex relationship, for he bowed himself to remain obedient to the king for as long as he has to, all to protect the young prince, the hope the realm needs.
— suggested fcs: alexander skarsgård, idris elba, lee pace, jude law, hamish linklater.
◇ staff. — for as stubborn as richard can be, the hartwin farm cannot be a one-man affair. his family home is too big for just a farmer and his dog, which allows him to offer housing for any men who are willing to put up with his strict rules and schedules. the pay is generous, providing a roof and two meals a day along with it. anything to allow richard a break from time to time.
— any fairy tale character / faceclaim can take this connection, examples include peter (peter and the wolf), jack (jack and the beanstalk), little bo peep, the scarecrow (the wizard of oz) .
cooper hoffman, homosexual, cis gender + he/him/his → isn’t that bowen buckley? the story claims that they're bambi from bambi. i hear they’re twenty three (23). in the cursed town they’re a(n) town hall receptionist and part-time park ranger, but back in the fairy tale realm they were a(n) prince of the forest. they seem to be honest & dependable, but also naive & stubborn. their aesthetics include sleeping in meadows, surrounded by flowers and wildlife, with the warm sun settling over his soft, freckled skin; the smell of honey and wildflowers lingering behind wherever he's been; wide eyes full of curiosity and confusion as he learns more about the world around him, whether he's ready to or not. | A, 32, he/him/his, EST timezone + no triggers
𝑔𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃…
NAME: bowen buckley; bambi
AGE: twenty three (23)
GENDER: cisgender male
OCCUPATION: town hall receptionist, part-time park ranger; "the prince of the forest"
RESIDENCE: pellar's town, conneticut
𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈…
SEXUALITY: homosexual
ROMANTIC INCLINATION: homoromantic
FAMILY: none
FRIENDS: snow, red, the three little pigs, ronno, the seven dwarfs, thumper, flower, faline; open to plots and connections PLEASE. (some ideas: friends with benefits in pellar's town, men that use him for a quick lay but aren't actually friends or close with him, actual friends, rivals, etc...)
𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓈…
POSITIONING: bottom
BEHAVIOR: submissive, switch
SIZE: four and a half inches (4.5")
SWEET SPOTS: the sides of his neck, his collarbones, his chest, his palms, and the top/back of his head to name a few
SOME KINKS: roughness, dominant partners/partners being in control, breeding, knotting, public displays/outdoors, facials, etc...
ANTI-KINKS: diaper play, age regression, vore, gore, scat
BAMBI, 'THE PRINCE OF THE FOREST'; 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉…
considered the “prince of the forest” bambi did his best to not only make a home for himself in the black forest but also a home for any that made their way into the safety of the woods. that was the key part, though. the safety of the woods. everywhere had it's dangers, and it's threats, but bambi did his best to protect his own and any poor soul that found themselves lost among the magic and the thick maze of trees.
despite his efforts he always considered himself to be inadequate. he felt as if the kingdoms on either side of the black forest didn't regard or consider him as an actual prince, as an equal, and he feared that even his own friends, the people that called the forest home, didn't even consider him worthy of his title; that they didn't believe in him. he often put himself in harms way, more than he needed too, in a stubborn and desperate attempt to earn his place and prove his worth despite the fact that no one, aside from himself, was actually questioning him.
when things started to change, and darkness started to involve itself in their world, he did his best to help snow find safety with the seven dwarfs-- he tried to protect the other were-creatures, and all the other's living within the black forest-- but he was naive and had no idea just how dangerous and powerful the magics they were going up against were.
no idea at all.
in pellar's town, the memories of his true self lost to the curse, he grew into a very quiet and reserved young man. he did what he could around town to make sure everyone was taken care of and happy, and he seemed to feel most at home when he was wandering through the surrounding woods, but he was a shell of who he used to be. he wasn't curious anymore, he wasn't playful, he wasn't full of life and spirit; and wonder.
bowen didn't hide himself away, he wasn't a recluse, but rather than having a staple place in anyone's lives or minds he let himself fade into the background. he became someone that was always there, someone that anyone and everyone could rely on, but someone that was never asked for. he was just… there, quietly waiting in the sidelines for people to remember he was around or for someone to consider him useful for once; waiting for people to need him; to want him.
needless to say, it was a bit of a shock to his system when the curse began to crack and his memories came back.
now bowen doesn't know what to believe.
he doesn't know who he is.
he doesn't know what people want him to be.
