But one day, just short of her seventeenth birthday, she found something out that she had never known. A fatal stabbing gave way to her death, but what had happened surprised everyone. A fiery burst of flames consumed the poor girl, and within the next day or so a baby was found in the same spot the ashes had landed.
This has happened 4 times in her life, each starting with it's own different beginning. Unknown as to why, but she has pertained the knowledge previously known through the past lives, giving her an edge when she is a child.
Currently she lives in Easthaven, living her life as a Librarian.
Headcanons (At least 3):
- Has been a Historian, Artist and Writer in her past lives, but since all of those seemed to draining, she decided to go with the Librarian job.
- Still worships the Egyptian Gods, and wears the symbol of the Egyptian God Anubis on a gold necklace.
- Gets along fine with people, but isn't very talkative at all.
Sample Rp (At least 1 paragraph):
It'd been a rather boring day in the library, and seeing as she'd had nothing better to do, she thought of the most impossible thing to read, and sought out to find it. Of course, she hadn't expected it to be at the very top of the tall bookcase, leaving her with no choice but to climb. Perhaps today hadn't been the best day to wear those new high heels, and as she started the decent towards the top, she could feel the ladder becoming more and more wobblier.
But somehow, she had managed to snag the literature with a tight grip, leaving her with nothing to do but climb down. She took a look down to the ground, immediately regretting it. This height thing was going to be the death of her, but as far as she could tell, that was the only bad part about her job. "..." With a deep breath in, then out, she took her first step down. Then another, and another, until she had made it half way down. But as fate would have it, her foot slipped, and she landed rear first on the ground below, covered by more than just a few books. In fact, one had turned to twenty with her tug on the shelf.
With a grunt she sat herself up to look at the mess. Well, at least she had something to do now.
~Extra
Password: Hogsmeade
Anything else you’d like to add/say: This'll be my first time RPing as her uwu. So any criticism is welcomed!
Preferred Ships: AmeDen,DenBel,DenBela,DenPru,DenHun,DenNed,SuDen and DenNor. All in any form,and I'll be open to many others,just as long as theres chemistry!
~Character Info
Name: Matthias Andersen Køhler
Nationality: Danish-American
Race: Ghost
Age: 28 (I'm unsure about his real age,probably somewhere from 50 years +,but I think I need to search up more on it. I don't want to set in in stone incase it doesn't really work!)
Occupation: Matthias has never been able to keep a steady job since he has died. You'll usually find him drifting between different occupations,but never staying in one for long periods of time. Most of the year,he's usually unemployed.
First impressions are never easy for Matthias. He's rough around the edges and he knows it,he's judgemental towards people and bitter about his death,usually taking it out on other beings,who are oh so very alive compared to him. He's egotistical,though this is one of the only things he can control,but decides not to change in because of the fact that he is great. He doesn't realize why other people can't see that though.
But contrary to popular belief,Matthias can actually be happy. This is more so when he's messing with someone,especially when they don't know what's happening,when he's pissing someone off or even when people choose to acknowledge him. Matthias hates being alone,and it's one of his greatest fears;to be alone again. After so many years of not having a friend,he yearns to have people close to him again. Because beneath that bitter,grumpy exterior,his true caring nature is still there. When he is close to someone,and deems them good enough for him and anyone else who may be in their 'group',he would give the shirt off his back and the last dollar in his possession for them.
One thing that stops people from befriending him though,apart from being dead and accidentally leaving at the drop of a hat (it's something that he can't really control),is his jealousy. It's uncontrollable,and although it's for the best intentions,he can and will get jealous at any giving moment. Especially if one of his friends are merely talking to someone else that he doesn’t know,as soon as he sees it his protective nature will kick in. He's scared of loosing people again,and once more,because of his judgemental attitude and ever-so-large ego,he decides that he knows the best for someone without caring on their input.
On the same note,Matthias can also get angry easily. Especially when drunk,he'll quickly resort to violence,no matter the situation,and this isn't something that works well when mixed with jealousy.
Hobbies, etc:
Haunting/annoying/surprising people. It isn't often that Matthias gets to freak people out. Most people can usually guess what's going on,or of course,since they're supernatural themselves they're hardly scared of a mere ghost. That's why any chance he gets Matthias will usually tend to pick on the newest citizens of the town to be his usual victims. Until they get bored of him,that is. (and that's usually quite quickly).
Drawing. Matthias loves to draw. Although he's absolutely terrible at it,he refuses to admit it aloud to anyone. It's one of the very few things that helps passes the time,and lets him use his large imagination and creativity that he wouldn’t necessarily get to use otherwise.
Collecting. Matthias would be what some could classify as a hoarder. With things he deems important to him and to remind him of good memories,he'll keep them for years at a time,and hardly ever consider even throwing them out. If ever. The main things he collects are books,though sometimes he can pick up stupid knick knacks that are basically useless. You'll also find things that friends have given him over the years (and these can range from different periods of time),and even all of his drawings.
Short Background (Length is up to you, state where your character lives):
Matthias lives in Easthaven. Or at least,he's tied to it. He's been stuck there for years since his death,and although he doesn't necessarily want to leave (especially not since other supernatural beings have made their home here),it would be nice to have a choice.
Headcanons (At least 3):
Although he's a ghost,Matthias appears in a corporeal form ( from Scandinavian and Finnish tradition) , and his supernatural nature is more so given away by his behaviour rather than his appearance. He's usually mistaken for the living,the only q number of things giving him away for being a supernatural being. These usually include that he can sometimes,without meaning to,disappear or reappear suddenly,even going as far to leave no footprints or other traces.
Matthias cannot leave Easthaven due to his bones being buried somewhere on the grounds. He's tried many times before,but to no avail. Although it doesn't bother him that much,at least he's stuck in a town with other supernatural beings,but he has to admit that it gets rather boring. Being a ghost in a town where people are highly aware of the supernatural does have its downsides,mostly not being able to annoy people regularly,especially for such a mischievous guy such as himself.
Matthias is almost always looking for a roommate. Due to being a ghost,he can never keep a stable job,and pay for all the bills or rent. So wherever possible around the town he'll have put up different advertisements to try and catch anyones attention.
Matthias loves reading. One room in his (rather large) old house is just for his books. He especially loves the classics,and most of the pages in his large collection are yellow with age. Much of peoples surprise,he's actually rather protective of his books,and doesn't let many people touch or read them,with many of their binds breaks and pages falling out,he's trying to preserve everything he's collected over the years. They're like memories to him.
Sample Rp (At least 1 paragraph):
Life as a ghost was boring.
Of course you could make friends,but it wasn't exactly easy to keep them. Not when you can suddenly disappear at any given moment. He couldn't control it,and they said they understood that,but they obviously didn't. They probably didn't understand what it was like to be dead either. Not that Matthias would want them to.He wouldn't wish this on anyone.
~Extra
Password: (Browse the tabs, they were typed to be read) Hogsmeade
Anything else you’d like to add/say:
I know Denmark is usually carefree and the jokester and what have you,but I wanted to try and kind of..twist his personality a bit with this AU? Considering his predicament and such,but as he interacts with more people he'll slowly let his guard down,and become more like jokester with them!
I've also got the roleplay blog link; http://classically-careless.tumblr.com/
Lucia enjoys writing quite a bit. She finds it calming, and it’s a way for her to express herself without the “stress of real people”. She writes often, though most people wouldn’t know this. She rarely shows anyone her writing, and keeps it in a locked drawer in her desk. She’s done quite a bit of writing. After completing a book, as well as several short stories and poems, she still continues to write.
Along with writing, Lucia absolutely loves to read. Nonfiction stories bore her, and she rarely reads any books with said genre. She adores science fiction and fantasy novels, but her preference lies in antique books and classics. She’s often seen returning to her home from the library with a thick book tucked under her arm.
On occasion, Lucia enjoys sketching. Most of her art is very expressive, abstract and unrealistic. Every once in a while she’ll sketch, often resulting in a sketch of someone she’d seen earlier that day. Her art, much like her writing, is rarely seen by someone other than herself.
Short Background: Her childhood was completely normal, and her family had nothing out of the ordinary. Well, except for the fact that Lucia constantly “heard voices”. Her parents dismissed this as her imaginary friends, though she was communicating with ghosts. She began to show interest in becoming a medium, though her parents were not enthused and hoped it was simply a phase. However, they supported her through college to become a writer, hoping that she would take up a career in writing instead of becoming a medium. Unfortunately, when she moved to Easthaven, her parents realized there was no hope in changing her mind.
Headcanons:
Lucia takes her occupation very seriously, as she can communicate with spirits and such. She quite despises when people call her a fake, and she isn’t afraid to give them a piece of her mind.
Unlike the stereotypical medium or classic “fortune teller”, she doesn’t use crystal balls or any other cliché items for her channeling.
Since Lucia serves as a communication source between dead spirits and other human beings, the occasional dead spirit will contact her, causing immense irritation in the sense that she doesn’t want their voices in her head.
Her shyness and overall anti-social attitude developed early on in her life. Since she’d often be seen talking to herself or her imaginary friends(while in reality they were only dead spirits), people often rendered her insane or likewise, and she rarely had any friends.
Lucia doesn’t drink often, but when she does, she drinks quite a bit. Because of this, she’ll only drink when she’s alone at her home, as to keep herself out of trouble.
She doesn’t respond well to violence. She finds it childish and unnecessary. If faced with violence, she will instantly treat the source as if they were a child and scold them.
Sample Rp: If there was one thing that Lucia hadn’t expected to happen, it was that she’d end up moving into a town like this. She’d only been in this bizarre city for maybe two days before the rumors started flooding in, about that little town nearby. Some said they were only rumors, but others quite disagreed that the city was indeed filled with the unnatural. It only took her a few hours for her to decide that she was going to move to that small town of Easthaven. Besides, it was easier being there than in the city. She’d still be able to get the occasional customer from that large city. Besides, rumors were just rumors, weren’t they? Of course, she spoke to ghosts, so she knew they were real—but everything else? She highly doubted that.
~Extra
Password: Hogsmeade
Anything else you’d like to add/say: 2nd character application uvu and I’ve never played Fem!Norway before, so please let me know about things I can work on! ;;;
Preferred Ships: France/England,France/America,France/Scotland. They could be in any form and I wouldn't mind! But then again,I'll be open to many different pairings as long as they have good chemistry.
~Character Info
Name: François Bonnefoy
Nationality: French
Race: Incubus
Age: François was never really one to remember his age exactly,but he knows its somewhere between 400-500 years old,but yet still looks merely 26 years of age.
Occupation: Works in the flowers shop with fem!Greece (Talked about this with the admin)
François knows himself,and can understand his own mind very well,but he frequently exhibits an adeptness in understanding the emotions in others. He's outgoing and stubborn,though one of the most common traits he's known for is being nurturing towards his peers. He often (claims) aims to be a role model for the younger population around him,though that doesn't always work out the way he plans it. Despite not always being the perfect model for everyone,he obviously cares deeply for the people around him (even if he hasn't known them for that long) and this is obvious by his continuous actions to help the people around Easthaven. He may even be seen asking a random stranger out for coffee if them seem down,just to talk to them and even try to cheer them up.
Though,of course,François isn't perfect either. One of his basic problems is his highly moody nature. Though he can usually keep that under wraps,when you get closer to him this can get more apparent as you spend time together. This French-man can also get quite snobby at times,especially when it comes to food and his clothes. He likes to make sure what he's eating is the best that he can possibly get,preferring to usually make it himself instead,and with his clothes..well,to be short,he likes to be fashionable.
When with his close friends,François can also over-react and become a drama queen at the most dreadful of times,and can often learn how to push buttons quickly,knowing exactly what to do and or say to annoy someone. Though he doesn’t usually like to ruin any possible chances of relationships of any kind,sometimes he can't help the over whelming urge to just..piss someone off.
Hobbies, etc:
Painting. François absolutely adores art,and has collected many different paintings and drawings throughout the years,and as you go through his home,those are what you would be more likely to see on the walls rather than actual pictures. Something that he loves more than collecting it though,is painting it. He's had years and years of practice of course,so he is rather skilled,but he always believes there is room for improvement. You'll usually find him painting scenery or random people in the town,perhaps someone he remembers from his past,too.
Playing instruments. If you haven't noticed,François is a man with a passion for the arts. Instruments and music are just one of his many interests,but of course,he appreciates them both all the same. With the amount of time he's been 'alive' you'd think that this man has mastered many instruments,and learnt or even made pieces of his own,but you'd be wrong. Somewhat. He's tried playing many different instruments,though none had really..stuck,for long. He's either forgotten how to play them or can't really create a masterpiece like he'd hoped when he first picked it up. But one instrument he's always held onto is the Cello,and it's one of the instruments he still plays to this day. If you ever see him playing an instrument,your best bet that it would be the Cello.
Tasting wine. Of course,this is more the excuse he uses when he reallyshouldn't be drinking wine,because with someone as old as him,what hasn't he tasted,honestly? But it's a common excuse with Francois anyhow,and he often tries to get other to taste too.
Cooking. François loves cooking with a fiery passion. He loves how beautiful it can look,and how brilliant it can taste with all the amazing and different combinations that can be made with a few different ingredients. François enjoys experimenting with different foods,and often the results come out almost flawlessly perfect,with timeless practiced perfection after many years. This is one of the many reasons he enjoys having people over rather than going out (because then he gets to show off his skills,and beautifully decorated house,of course).
Short Background (Length is up to you, state where your character lives):
François has only moved to Easthaven recently. Though he's been there for a good number of years,it wasn't his original home.
Throughout the time that François has been 'alive' he has continuously moved location in fear of being found and hunted by the human population. This is a strategy that he's continued to use and put into practice every few years so he can continue his existence safely (because as most people know,Francois is more of a lover than a fighter. He doesn't enjoy confrontation).
Until he found refuge in Easthaven,he would never of stayed in one country too long. Too fearful that people could somehow put the pieces together of what he truly was. But despite this fear,every few years or so,he would continuously arrive back in France. This is where his strong,unmistakable accent has developed (and yet disappeared) along with his love for the arts,food,and wine.
Headcanons (At least 3):
François is completely and utterly useless with technology. He's absolutely horrible with it,but still refuses to even be taught on how to use it in the first place (because it usually ends up with a lot of annoyed and tired sighs,or even laughter in some cases). The most he can do on a phone is send a text,which even then is pushing his skills a little too far,and on the computer he types at the pace of a snail. With two fingers.
Due to being an Incubus,it's only natural that François would have a thriving sex life. Of course,he's had years of practice when it comes to seducing men or women into bed,so much that it's almost difficult for mortals to resist him at times,but if someone says 'no' to him,he can respect it. More especially if they're a mythical being like him,but he dislikes the thought of forcing something onto anyone which is supposed to mean love.
François smokes. A lot. He doesn't much care for health,seeing as his can never really deteriorate in a way that would be in anyway fatal for him. With the amount of wine, he drinks and cigarettes he smokes,if health was in any way an issue he would have been a goner long ago.
He's very proud of his home country and french culture, and will often exhibit this in any chance he gets. He'll often find himself accidentally slipping into French when talking to someone,and especially when angry or upset.
Sample Rp (At least 1 paragraph):
François was surprised to find out how much he adored flowers.
Of course he had always admired their beauty,and sometimes even painted them when they were in the landscape he was studying,but never before had he thought he would ever get a job with them,or perhaps even grow them himself. That would have been a long shot,and way,way out of his league.
But here he was. His first job in Easthaven in a flower shop. Working in a flower-shop owned by a nineteen year old girl. If his past-self,from hundreds of years ago,had heard this he would never of believed it. And he probably would of laughed,too. Francois did sometimes as well,because it was strange. He didn't come here expecting to get a job so easily, especially a job that he really learnt to love so easily.
And it was strange to say the least,he knew it. That since meeting Hanna,such a nice,young woman, could change his perspective on something so easily. It must have been her passion for flowers,or nature and beauty in itself,that really got to him. Ignoring the fact that he was hundreds of years older than her,he found it admirable. He merely painted the beauty that he saw,but Hanna was the type that put all the effort it. To grow,and nurture the beauty all around them.
~Extra Password: (Browse the tabs, they were typed to be read) Hogsmeade
Anything else you’d like to add/say: This is my first time role-playing Francis,so if you have any tips on my portrayal of him and how to improve it,I would greatly appreciate it!
Yao is the most temperamental of the four beasts and is quick to get riled up and start arguments with others When he is really angry, these fights have known to become violent.
Yao has a habit of picking up younger creatures and tending to them as a parent would, raising them until he feels they can take care of themselves.
Yao has a fear of being abandoned by those he gets close to. This he why he has a hard time actually bonding with people and usually stays alone.
Sample Rp (At least 1 paragraph):
Yao sat inside his shop, tending to some of the flowers he had just brought in. Business was slow today and with the coming storm in the air he knew no one would be coming around. Sighing to himself, he left the plants and looked out the window at the darkening skies. "Such a storm only means good rains." He said as his long, blue tail swished back and forth.
He looked back at his plants and sighed with a small smile. "Well, once dance won't hurt." He said as thunder clapped and the skies opened up. He switched the open sign to closed and walked outside, letting the cool rains touch his skin. He shut his eyes and held his arms out, just enjoying the feeling of the rain before his feet began to move, bringing his whole body into a dance.
~Extra
Password: (Browse the tabs, they were typed to be read) Hogsmeade
Anything else you’d like to add/say:
http://spring-rain-and-scales.tumblr.com/ Here is the link to the blog, I will work on it today and tomorrow so it looks nice ^^
~Roleplayer Info
Name: Hana
Personal: imitationflower.tumblr.com
Age: 18
Time zone: GMT-5, CST
Preferred Ships: I ship England with too many people, it’d be easier to pick out what I don’t ship, if that’ll give you a hint. I’ll list it out if requested from me. My overall ship is HRE/North Italy though.
~Character Info
Name: Anne
Nationality: English
Race: Witch
Age: Physically twenty three, presumed to be in her late 500’s
Occupation: Librarian
Hobbies, etc:
This was more of an acquired skill since she mostly lived alone, but she likes sewing, knitting, crocheting and embroidery.
She’s also rather fond of learning new spells or different methods on how to execute one. (She knows thirty five different ways to light a candle on fire, for example!)
Even though she has disdains humans, she’s rather interested in human culture and won’t really deny that. (Which is why it’s not odd of her to be knowledgeable in literature written by people like Shakespeare and Hellen Keller nor would it be odd of her to understand references from somewhere.) She thinks a lot of stuff on television is weird though.
She likes cooking, but she was never really properly taught on how to do so. It’s even worst because she brings herself to add potion concoctions into the mix. (I hope you like Eye of Newt in your soup!)
Short Background (Length is up to you, state where your character lives):
She was born during the more hectic times in Europe, where fear of witches plagued the land. For reasons unknown, she was an abandoned child who was found by the village’s pastor. Anne was taken by the church in as an orphan
She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, where the village she lived in was in the height of their paranoia. Every day, sermons were shared among the masses, describing and detailing every kind of evil that threatened the well-being of the people. Meanwhile, Anne continually grew to feel out of place from everyone else, feeling frustrated by how she felt like an outsider in comparison to those around her.
The wheels started turning when a couple of fairies came to her one day in her pre-teens. They were rather baffled as to why she was sweeping the room by hand when she could make it sweep the floor by itself, since girls her age could do something like that without lifting a finger! A few things led to another and eventually, they decided to teach the poor girl how to do it since she’s a “neglected child”. Anne only went along with their whimsy to humor them, but what she didn't expect was to actually make the broom to actually work by itself!
Under normal circumstances, a young witch would've been thrilled to have been able to perform a spell all by their self! Anne, however, only grew terrified as everything that she grew up by came crashing down on her.
She quickly came to close herself off from people as a result of her upbringing, always told and even witnessed countless amounts of stories of witches that died by the fear of humans. She feared for her life and eventually decided to run off on her own when there were rumors of professional witch hunters coming to the village. Majority of her life was spent roaming around from place to place and avoiding humans like the plague, unless it was necessary, in order to hide her identity as a witch.
She settled down in Easthaven a while ago after she overheard rumors from a couple of fairies passing by. Since then, she took residence in a small house and became the town’s librarian of the only library. (That may or may not have books of enchantment somewhere in its shelves.)
Headcanons (At least 3):
She makes her own shampoo to wash her hair with. Unsurprisingly, she inadvertently enchants her hair sometimes as a result. The effects vary.
She has extremely bad eyesight without her glasses.
There’s a few scars on her body after near-death experiences. Some were either from humans who found out about her identity, others were from any run-ins with something who didn’t really care who they were after, there were a few from other mythical beings with spiteful intent … and then others were just her screwing up on something. (ex: a spell, a potion, cooking, etc.) She's actually not that bothered by the scars themselves, but moreso on other people seeing them.
Since a good majority of her life avoiding humans, she’s prone to slipping up and doing something odd. For example, she might be rather baffled at the concept of chopsticks and what kind of weird fad are all the kids making up lately.
Sample Rp (At least 1 paragraph):
Her lungs were being choked by the smoke pervading the entire room. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she started coughing. Her hands fumbled around the room as her hands were temporarily assigned to be her guide. She stumbled and tripped over a few pots and jars strewn across the room and she cursed under her breath when her face smacked into contact with the silverware strewn across from the ceiling. (Why did she even bother hanging them in the first place?!) After much bumbling around, her hands finally reached the wall and started feeling around it with much eagerness.
When her fingertips felt the solid wooden frame, she frantically looked for the bottom. She was filled with tired relief when she wrenched the window open and the smoke was finally released outside. She took in a much appreciated deep breath for cleaner air and turned around to inspect the damages, frowning as she realized that she had more work cut out for her.
A small voice that was sweet as chime bells called out to her. “Miss Anne?” a little fairy who lived nearby flown inside, a neighbor of her’s who lived in the oak tree near the window, looked at her with a worry-stricken face. “Are you alright? Had something gone wrong when you were performing a spell?”
“Spell?” Anne blinked, an eyebrow quirked upwards in confusion. Her A small rag levitated towards her and perched itself into her extended hand, which she then used to wipe herself from the soot from the aftermath. “I was simply only cooking!”
~Extra
Password: Hogsmeade
Anything else you’d like to add/say: Yeah, I guess Anne isn’t related to Arthur here. c:> I hope that we’ll have a lot of fun times on the way!
Name: Magi
Personal: Multi-magi.tumblr.com
Age: 16
Time zone: CST
Preferred Ships: (Any version of these.) BelaLiech, NorBela, LietBela, BelaJap, AmeBela, EngBela, BelaHun, IceBela, BelgBela, and BelaUkr. But I’m also open to anything.
~Character Info
He collects, weird and old things. Be it weird books, cursed dolls, grandfather clocks, anything that he seems to interest him. The things that he liked once and doesn't anymore, he sells in an Antique shops he owns. This is also a good way to come across things of interesting origins.
He was an avid sword fighter once, he’s still able to do it, he just doesn't have anyone to battle against currently.
Nikolai has taken up knife throwing.
He likes to read a lot when there's nothing else to do. He reads just about anything, old historical journals to modern day fiction if he likes to subject enough.
Short Background (Length is up to you, state where your character lives):
He’s a Grim Reaper, an Angel of Death. Nikolai doesn’t know how he came to be what he is today, or even if he was something else before. All he does know is that his memories begin somewhere around the 1400s in Europe.
He traveled through Europe doing odd things, he didn’t farm or become a noble like the rest of the people he saw, he didn’t hide among the forests or towns like the beings he met and spoke to on his travels that he knew weren’t exactly human (neither is he) even though they looked it. No, what Nikolai did was kill. Or at least, in a manner of speaking.
Nikolai could help people officially die when it was time for them to pass on, where they go, he isn’t sure, he himself can’t die (he isn’t positive on this fact yet) so he won’t be able to experience this to find out. How he does this is by cutting the bonds between the soul and the body of the person. He doesn’t do anything with the soul once it’s been separated. There was usually someone else, some being, who would come to get that soul once the job was done, different places and people had different beings, angels, demons, even deities at times. He never bothered to ask what exactly they where. He didn’t care. He only cared about doing the one thing he knew that he was supposed to do.
Using a simple knife or blade to cut the bonds would do the trick, not a scythe like it’s depicted now a days. Since time has long past since he had started and rumors and myths of the so called ‘Grim Reaper’ have spread all over to places Nikolai hasn't even been too, he believe’s he’s not the only one that is able to do this, there where most likely others. The population of the world had grown and that meant more deaths, one being couldn’t do all that, even with the power of time at someone’s fingertips. Nikolai didn’t have this power and he’s sure others like him don’t either.
Since he believes this, Nikolai didn’t see the purpose of staying in one place of the world that had grown so big, he would leave the place in Europe where had been staying and travel somewhere else and let another reaper deal with that towns dead. After a while, Nikolai soon came to Hullin, it was a small but bustling town that didn’t have a reaper yet in it’s midst, so Nikolai set up the antique shop he now runs there and has been there for a little bit over half a year now. Every now and then he’ll go to the town just over the hill, Easthaven, to trade with other shop owners or private dealers and collectors or simply to see what that towns residents are up to. He knows they aren’t human and that most of the ones he’s seen aren’t like him, he’s okay with that.
Headcanons (At least 3):
Nikolai can see the spirits of the dead, those who recently passed away and those who have long since been dead. He can talk and communicate with them, sometimes touch them if they are recently deceased. He can’t control or exorcise them.
He has a vast collection of knives and swords that he’s collected over the years that are displayed both in his home and store. The ones in his store aren’t up for sale but he might trade them with you if you have something that peaks his interest a bit.
If anyone, human or non, where to find out exactly who he was and asked for a deal to enhance there life’s length or to ask if there life could be spared. He wouldn’t do it, well without getting something in return. You’d either have to strike a bargain were you both get something of equal value or you would have to out smart him into doing it.
Sample Rp (At least 1 paragraph):
He didn’t bother to greet anyone who passed him verbally, he would only give them a curt nod in response to their hellos or waves. Nikolai never stopped to chat, even if he did it wouldn’t be for long. He really had no intentions to get friendly or befriend anyone in this town, he didn’t intend to befriend anyone at all really if he could avoid it.
Why would anyone of his kind want to get close to anyone knowing that even if you did get well acquainted once, your final meeting… won’t exactly be a happy one for the other person. Being a Grim Reaper for an area didn’t allow you any real room for making personal contacts. After a while he’d have to get up and move anyway, if anyone got suspicious at all about his appearance and why he didn’t seem to age, something would happen, what he didn’t want to find out.
‘Besides’, Nikolai thought as he stepped out of the way for someone to pass him on the sidewalk. ‘Only getting close makes sure that everyone gets hurt in the end, even more so then they need to be.’
~Extra
Password:Hogsmeade
Anything else you’d like to add/say: I’ll probably explain more about Nikolai and what he does with his powers, how they work, and some other things more on his blog if I get accepted. Thank you for reading my application.
Hanna started gardening at a young age. It always kept her spirits high, and she decided that she wanted to continue gardening and hoped to make a career out of it. As a wood nymph, gardening was more of a sixth sense to her. As long as she’s in a decent mood when she plants a flower, it will turn out practically flawless. If she’s in a bad mood, however, the flower likely will wither and die, or it won’t grow at all.
Headcanons:
She can change her general form upon will. That way, if ever she may run into a human, she appears normal and without her satyr features.
Though Hanna falls asleep often, if she hears a melody or a song that she enjoys, she will keep herself awake until the melody has finished.
Wood nymphs have a special connection with nature, and if Hanna witnesses someone harming nature with malicious intent, she will likely go into a state of shock.
Hanna loves all of nature, including insects. She will do whatever she can to rescue a stray insect in danger.
Sample Rp:
Hanna yawned, stretching her arms before she opened her eyes. I’ve fallen asleep again, haven’t I? She thought as she looked around with a soft sigh. She was in an unfamiliar field, leaning against a tree. I wish I would have at least stayed awake long enough to return home… She stood up, brushing herself off and placing a hand on the tree to steady herself. Where am I? She paused, looking around for any sign of familiarity. Unable to find any, she decided she would simply wander until she could figure out where she was. She started walking with another yawn. She knew she couldn’t fall asleep again, but she was still so sleepy…maybe she should’ve slept a little more the previous night. It was about sunset, she noted, when she finally made her way back to Easthaven. That’s weird, it took longer than I’d expect… Though there were never any humans in Easthaven, Hanna still looked around with a cautious glance before making her way back towards her home.
~Extra
Password: Hogsmeade
Anything else you’d like to add/say: This group is so cool, I hope this is okay! ;;;;
