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[ofdivinechaxs]

Intro - Liam Dunbar 

✹☾✮ ( dylan sprayberry. male. he/him ) It seems that LIAM DUNBAR has been drawn to Beacon Hills. That’s probably because they are a NINETEEN-year-old WEREWOLF. When they arrived here a year ago, they were very LOYAL + OUTGOING, but since then, they’ve been known to be more IMPULSIVE + SHORT-TEMPERED. They kinda remind me of music so loud you can hear it through the headphones, the short-lived rush of destruction. ( ra. 20. est. they/them )

tw: implied verbal abuse, physical violence, death 

History 

- The only child of Jenna and Andrew Dunbar, Liam grew up in Beacon Hills unaware of the supernatural that constantly roamed the woods around him. The first ten years of his life, he listened to his parents fight nonstop - his father the one who instigated it all. 

- He doesn’t remember much of the time before Dr. Geyer, but he knows his father wasn’t a good man, Jenna’s told him as much. He also knows that his anger was born from that of his father’s. 

- The rage, it started when he was around five or six and it only got worse from there. It defined every aspect of his life. Or at least, it did until Dr. Geyer had something to do with it. The man taught him a lot about himself, about his rage, and about how to do something about it. He taught him how to play lacrosse, gave him something to focus on, and never let his misbehavior change the way he saw Liam. 

- Even Freshman year, when he destroyed his coach’s car - amongst other things - Dr. Geyer didn’t look at him like he was a monster. Not even when everyone else did, his mother included. She saw his father, he knew it. She saw his father when she looked at him and it stung. The only good thing to come from it was a name. A diagnoses. IED. 

- When he transferred to Beacon Hills High, it was a fresh start; a chance to start anew where no one knew his name or what he’d done. He immediately joined the lacrosse team and kicked ass doing it. He was good and he knew it, it was one of the only things he was truly proud of. 

- However, everything changed when he met Scott and Stiles. He was bitten, once again a monster only this time with fangs and claws and eyes that glowed, and it was only with time and trust that he managed to control the beast that had taken up residence inside him. 

- They became his pack, his family. They gave him something new to define himself with and it felt a hell of a lot better than “lacrosse prodigy” or “IED.” 

Present Day 

- Currently, Liam works as a dishwasher at a local resturant while taking classes part time at Beacon Hills Community College. He’s moved out of his parent’s house and lives in an apartment a few blocks from Deaton’s office. 

- He’s volunteered to help coach the lacrosse team over the summer. He still loves the sport and any chance to get involved again is one he’s more than willing to take. Plus, his therapist thought it’d be a good idea - a chance to work on his patience - and he’s had a good time doing it. 

- He swore to protect the pack and Beacon Hills when Scott and the rest of the pack went off to College and he’s not breaking his promise now. Not even now that everyone’s returned. Especially not now. 

- Liam wants to figure out who he is outside of the world of the Supernatural he’s been stuck in since his freshman year. He has no idea what he wants to do in the future and he’s taking the time they’re stuck to try and figure it out while simultionsly helping the effort to actually get out however he can. 

Personality 

- Liam is an extroverted and confident person who gets attached to people easily and holds his friends and family as the highest priority. His loyalty and bravery make him an asset to the pack and a decent all around friend. He can think quick on his feet and, while they’re not always the best ideas, he sticks with them through to the end. 

- However, he can be impulsive and once he sets his mind to something, it’s hard to change it no matter the risks or potentially pitfalls. He has a habit of fixating on the smaller details without thinking about how they effect the greater picture...or other people. 

- His IED and his anger have always played a role in how he interacts with the world. While it doesn’t completely control him anymore after years of therapy and working with the pack, he still struggles with it, especially during the full moon. Having an anchor helps, even if said anchor is a manipulative sociopath with a history of murder and betrayal. 

Headcanons

- He hates the cold. Even as a werewolf, even though he can stand the cold better than any human, he’d rather not. 

- He joined a gym and took up boxing after graduation to give himself a physical outlet for his anger. Lacrosse had always filled that hole and once he graduated, he had to find something new. Liam enjoys it, it’s fun, and it really works. It exhausts him to no end and it’s better to punch a punching bag then to break things with his fists. 

- He and his parents have a very close relationship. He loves his mom more than anyone in the entire world and he’s incredibly grateful for everything his stepfather has done for him. For the longest time, he wanted to be a doctor so he could be just like him, but that childish dream has been dispelled by the frequent exposure to injury and death his life already brings. 

- He has a dog named Augustus. He’s an old pitbull who kind of hates him and Liam’s doing his best to turn that around with treats and long walks. 

- He doesn’t drink because of his I.E.D. Mood altering substances can pose a risk and he’s not willing to take it. Not often, at least. 

[raynedays]

Intro - Kaleb Rayne

✹☾✮ (gregg sulkin. cismale. he/him ) It seems that KALEB RAYNE has been drawn to Beacon Hills. That’s probably because they are a 23/23 year old ALPHA WEREWOLF. When they arrived here a year ago, they were very ENTHUSIASTIC + DRIVEN, but since then, they’ve been known to be more STUBBORN + CYNICAL. They kinda remind me of making up for your father’s sins, fighting instinct for control, warm smiles, and a nostalgic longing for blurry memories. (ra. 20. est. they/them ) 

History 

- The middle child born to the Alpha of the Rayne pack - a family feared and admired for their commitment to their animal side - Kaleb grew up living mostly off the grid with his family. He went to school to avoid suspicion, but they avoided going to town if possible outside of that. The pack hunted humans unashamedly; they were the enemy - inferior in the eyes of their alpha. As a consequence, almost every wolf over the age of 10 had blue eyes, Kaleb included. He was taught by his father to enjoy killing, to enjoy the thrill of the hunt and the way it felt to take a life, but secretly the whole thing made him feel ill. There was nothing enjoyable about watching the life leave the eyes of a creature so similar to him, he didn’t want to kill humans.

- When he was 12, a group of hunters attacked their pack during dinner - blowing wolfsbane in through a cracked window and killing everyone inside. Well...almost. Kaleb waited until the hunters were convinced they’d finished the job before dragging himself from the house barely alive and taking off in one direction, never looking back. He ran for a few hours at which time everything really sunk in as the adrenaline wore off. His pack was dead, his family was dead, he was the alpha now, and he refused to make the same mistakes his father had. He would build a new reputation to go along with his last name, one he could be proud of. 

- Alone and devastated by the loss of well...everything, he entered the foster care system and was taken in by an aging couple who’d never been able to have children of their own. They were drawn to his determination and eagerness to succeed wherever possible - especially in school which he harbored a passion for as soon as he was able to really give it the time he wanted to. Knowledge was power, he and his family had chosen to live in ignorance for too long and he wanted to know everything he could about humanity - about the side of himself he’d never had the chance to harness. 

- It was hard, but eventually he was able to get a firm handle on staying human and not giving in to the instincts that had driven his life for the first 12 years. He threw himself into his studies and took to the couple as if they were pack, building his life from the ground up all over again. By the time he’d finished his higher education, they’d both died leaving him alone once more. Having been left most everything in their will, he decided to stick a pin in a map and go wherever it landed, which just so happened to be Beacon Hills.

Present Day

- Fresh out of College and in a town where he knew nothing and no one, Kaleb got a job at a local bar - The Water Hole and used some of the money he’d inherited from the passing of Crystal and Robert Brown to rent a decent apartment a few blocks away. 

- There’s something weird about Beacon Hills, he knows it. The last time he tried to leave city limits to visit with the alpha of a pack his father had broken ties with, every one of his instincts had told him to turn right back around so he had. There was something disorienting about it and he has a feeling it’s got a supernatural element to it. 

- He plans to talk to the local pack - the McCall pack, he’s been told - about sticking around for a while since he’s on their terf. 

- For the first time in a while, he’s been having nightmares about the day his pack was murdered. He relieves the event in snippets of disorienting color and wakes up gasping for breath like wolfsbane is destroying his lungs all over again. It’s unsettling to say the least and he hopes to get to the bottom of it before he can’t stand it anymore. 

Personality

Kaleb is an outgoing and generally polite person with the drive and determination to get whatever task he sets his mind to done and done well. He’s quick-thinking and eager to learn both from his own mistakes and other’s, well aware that he doesn’t know a lot about the world all things considered. 

However, he can be cynical and stubborn,  automatically thinking that the people around him have only the worst intentions - a habit he’s trying to break himself of.

 While not necessarily nice, he’s not rude or blunt. His curiosity can also get him into trouble at times, especially when he decides to stick his nose into other people’s business. 

Headcanons

- Kaleb still has a tendency to overdo it with food considering he was often hunting for it when he and his family were living off the grid. Really, he always feels hungry and he has to limit the amount of food he keeps around the house. 

- He loves learning, both in school and outside of it. Kaleb’s eager to absorb whatever information he can in order to better himself as both a person and an Alpha. 

- He resents his father for the way he was brought up and for the ruthless and negative connotations he brought to his last name. The death of the human he killed on his tenth birthday still weighs on him along with the deaths of his family members. 

- Being an alpha without a pack was almost unbearable at first, especially alongside being a kid without his family. The weight of his loneliness and failure were almost unbearable and while they still persist to this day, it’s to a lesser degree. Or at the very least, he’s desensitized to it. 

- He’s very tactile. He doesn’t even realize it most of the time, but he is. Physical affection momentarily fills the void his pack left. 

- He’s had friends, exclusively human friends for the past eleven years, but they’ve never been close enough to feel like pack. His foster parents were the closest thing he’s gotten since the day the Raynes were murdered. 

- Since he joined the human world, so to speak, he’s kept his wolf under lock and key. He went from one extreme to another and has yet to find a healthy equilibrium. 

[shilohfish]

Intro - Shiloh ‘Fish’ Fisher

Heya, I’m Ra back from the actual hell that was the past three weeks of university and ready to party. If you want to plot with Fish, give this post a like and I’ll message you! Fish is my new idiot...please love him, he tries his best. 

( ROSS LYNCH. TWENTY THREE. CISMALE. HE/HIM ) in texas, SHILOH FISHER is known to most as FISH. they have been riding with the reapers for THREE YEARS. they originally from STRATFORD and the RIDER is known to be very CRUDE & STUBBORN but the other club members will tell you they are OPTIMISTIC & SELF-MOTIVATED. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do ROCK THE CASBAH by THE CLASH is usually heard blasting. (worn band t-shirts, late night talks about everything and nothing, the smell of cigarette smoke and bubblegum, stick-and-poke finger tattoos )[ Ra. 19. EST. they/them. ]

tw: needles?

& Basics

Name: Shiloh Samuel Fisher Nickname(s): Fish Age:23 DOB: September 4th Gender Identity: Cismale Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Part-time Musician Place of Residence: Stratford, TX Hometown: Stratford, TX Affiliation: Reapers - he’s been riding with them for three years, but his older siblings have been part of the club way longer so I’d say his affiliation goes way back 

& Appearance

Height: 5′10″ Hair Color: Brown/Blond/Pink  Eye Color: Brown Distinguishing features: he’s constantly changing his hair color Tattoos/Piercings: he gives himself tattoos on a semi-frequent basis - those combined with the two he’s gotten done professionally, he has at least 12 (most notably a smiley face on the inside of his wrist, a cross on his middle finger, and a cartoony fish behind his left ear) 

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: Insensitive, Crude, Stubborn, Irreverent, Kind of a Pushover, Idealistic Positive Personality Traits: Optimistic, Self-motivated, Loyal, Personable, Laidback (generally) MBTI: ENFP Alignment: Chaotic Good

& Background

Born and raised in Stratford, Fish has never felt the need to leave the area. It’s got everything he could possibly want - friends, family, good restaurants, a sense of adventure/danger. He’d been outside Texas twice and both were on business trips with his oldest brother - once to Iowa and once to South Dakota. He liked the snow, but everything else was overrated. 

He was kind of a shitty student. Sure he tried, but only until he got distracted by something more interesting than math or the right way to format a research paper - which was often. Fish’s attention span is all of five minutes when it doesn’t pertain to either music, fun shenanigans, or horror movies. 

He’s got six siblings and four of them ride with the reapers. The other two are either too young or unaffiliated. 

He and his siblings are really close. Actually, his whole family’s pretty close. His parents are cool and while neither of them actually ride anymore, his mother was a reaper for a period of five years before she had his oldest brother. 

Personality-wise, Fish is pretty laidback - the kind of person that would go along with his friend’s stupid ideas because they need backup. He’s a bit of a pushover, too. He likes to assume the best until the worst is proven true. 

His sense of humor is dark at the best of times and can air on the side of insensitive/inappropriate, but he doesn’t intentionally try to upset or make people uncomfortable. It’s just how he processes things, he’s got like four brain cells and they’re all overbooked so - no filtering. 

He loves music. Fish has been performing since he was 11/12 - probably in the middle of the park with one of the many bands he started, but still - and he’s actually managed to make something of a part-time gig out of it. 

His band - TBA - sometimes play in bars or...wherever the hell they can find the room. They’re pretty good if you ask Fish, but he’s biased so you shouldn’t take his word for it. 

& Useless Headcanons 

(TW needles) Fish gives himself stick-and-poke tattoos when he’s bored, which is often. He’s gotten pretty good at doing them but he’s probably not as safe and sanitary as he should be with the whole thing. He hasn’t gotten an infection yet and that’s good enough for him. 

He plays the guitar, the keyboard/piano, and he sings. 

Fish really loves horror movies, cryptids, ghost stories, conspiracy theories - anything that will give him nightmares for days, he’s totally on board. 

He’s vegetarian because he’s watched one too many of those documentaries that tall about all the unethical practices of the meat industry and how plant-based diets are much better for you. 

He loves bugs. They don’t scare him and he’s always willing to take them outside for anyone who’s actually afraid. 

Fish is constantly changing his haircolor - he mostly alternates between brown, blond, and pink, but he’s willing to branch out once and a while. 

[eoncrellin]

Intro - Eon Crellin 

It’s Ra back with my favorite garbage can of a character, Gideon, and he even has his own intro post this time. If you want to plot, pls like this post or hmu on discord and I’ll slide into your dms and bug you for plots. Happy reading, lovelies!

( CODY CHRISTIAN. TWENTY ONE. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, GIDEON CRELLIN is known to most as EON. they have been riding with the reapers for TWO YEARS. they originally from STRATFORD and the SOLDIER is known to be very RUTHLESS & VOLITILE but the other club members will tell you they are DRIVEN & RESOURCEFUL. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do LA MER by CLAUDE DEBUSSY is usually heard blasting. (claude debussy on quiet nights, cold eyes and an empty smile, rushed one-nights stands and stolen kisses, a fake ID wielded with confidence) [ Ra. 19. est. they/them. ]

TW: Child Neglect/Child Abuse, Violence, Patricide

& Basics

Name: Gideon Isaiah Crellin Nickname(s): Eon, Gid Age: 21 DOB: Febuary 12th Gender Identity: Cismale Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Pansexual, Aromantic Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Soldier with the Reapers Place of Residence: Stratford, TX Hometown: Stratford, TX Affiliation: Reapers 

& Appearance

Height: 5′7″ Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Hazel Distinguishing features: n/a Tattoos/Piercings: None...yet

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: Sadistic, Ruthless, Volatile, Self-Centered, Power-Hungry, Envious, Callous  Positive Personality Traits: Driven, Resourceful, Loyal (when he actually gives a shit), Charismatic, Hard-Working MBTI: INTJ Alignment: Chaotic Evil

& Background

The product of an affair between his mother and a married man, Gideon made number three in a line of illegitimate children living off the scraps of a woman in love with herself and the word of God. 

His father refused to acknowledge he existed despite the fact that he looked more like the man with every passing year. Anyone could see it - he was the spitting image and yet no one said a thing. Not once. Every Sunday he sat through a church service next to a man who’s face haunted him in the mirror and pretend he didn’t notice. Just as everyone else did. 

If his brother was driven by lust and greed, Gideon’s vices were envy and wrath. Anger planted itself in his chest even before he was old enough to understand the emotion and it only grew as it got older - evolved until it became the core of his twisted being. He wanted to sink his fingers into the almighty God his mother so desperately clung to and rip out his heart.

The kids he went to school with - his peers - they were all so shiny and happy with their semi-functioning families and new clothes. With their full-stomachs and fancy pens. He wanted what they had - no he wanted more. He wanted to be special. 

Violence was commonplace, the urge to destroy what wasn’t his. Despite what half a dozen school counselors told his mother, it wasn’t the attention he wanted, it was the revenge. (Okay, the attention played a bit of a role, but not nearly as much as they gave it credit for.) 

His mother’s answer to his behavioral issues was always the same - pray to God. Force him to pray to God, to repent for sins he was happy to commit if it meant he felt something. Something other than envy - than the sickly green jealousy tinting his vision. 

He stopped believing in God the moment he understood what kind of life he was living. As soon as he was old enough to understand that his siblings were the only ones that gave a shit about the bruises on his too-thin body, about the holes he wore through his threadbare jackets in the winter. 

If God was real, he didn’t deserve the dirt under his feet much less the churches dedicated to his greatness. Nothing satisfied him more than the thought of burning one down - of watching the beautifully crafted building go up in flames. The idea was more beautiful than any painting his brother could ever create. 

Gideon realized he was no one’s favorite the day he turned eighteen. Not even his siblings - the only people he actually cared about. They’d choose each other over him, he was sure of it, just like their mother had chosen Lucifer over him. 

Someday. He promised himself someday he’d be someone’s first choice. And he found his opportunity with the Reapers - one of two Motorcycle Clubs in the area he grew up. Once he worked his way to the top, he’d have people willing to die for him. People would be jealous of him, of his power. 

Still, even as he worked his way up the ranks...there was something holding him back. His father - the bastard who he couldn’t run away from. The man who’s features followed him everywhere, who’s reflection he saw in every mirror. So...he took care of it. 

Killing his father was the closest to heaven he’d ever gotten. The sound of him begging - forced to acknowledge the monster he’d had a hand in creating - it was music to his ears. Even covered in sticky blood and bearing a few injuries of his own, he was content. And hungry for more. 

Lying low for a time until his father’s murder blew over, Eon spent his 21st birthday sleeping in a motel and blowing a bartender for free drinks before returning home - finally back where he belonged: with the reapers. 

& Useless Headcanons 

Eon is a huge fan of classical music, especially orchestral arrangements. He wanted to be a part of the orchestra when he was younger but he didn’t have the money to do so. He even dated the first-chair violinist for a while just for the free lessons - it helped that she was gorgeous and absolutely infatuated with him. 

The only people he truly cares about are his siblings - they mean the world to him, even if he does find himself jealous of them more often than not. 

His criminal record is miles long and mostly consists of petty theft, underage drinking, public disturbance, and aggravated assault.

He’s not great at reading people and he has a hard time emphasizing, though watching his brother has helped him figure it out a bit. 

If it’s not instigated by him, he hates it when people touch him. It doesn’t matter if it’s a gentle brush of a shoulder, a friendly hug, or a punch to the face - it sets him on edge. 

He rebuilt his bike all by himself after buying the thing for cheap and scavenging for parts. It’s not perfect but he’s too stubborn to let anyone else take a look at it. 

He can’t stand silence so he often puts on cheesy cooking shows in the background before he goes to bed - it’s no one's business if he actually stays awake for hours and watches Bobby Flay kick people’s asses. 

[fmromeo]

Intro - Romeo Romero 

Hey guys! I’m back with character number three - Romeo! This intro will be pretty short and sweet because I’m planning to flesh him out as I go, but I hope that it sparks your interest nonetheless. Thanks for reading! 

( TYLER POSEY. TWENTY-SEVEN. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, ROMEO ROMERO is known to most as ROMEO. they have been riding with the diablos for 4 years. they originally from TUCSON, AZ and the RIDER is known to be very APATHETIC & WARY but the other club members will tell you they are ACCEPTING & PERSONABLE. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do THE CULT OF DIONYSUS by THE ORION EXPERIENCE is usually heard blasting. (sleeping in ‘till four in the afternoon, ouija boards and midnight ghost hunting, “work smarter not harder”, nose rings and cheeky smiles) 

& Basics

Name: Romeo Christian Romero Nickname(s): Romeo Age:28 DOB: April 23rd Gender Identity: Cismale Sexual Orientation: Homesexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Unemployed  Place of Residence: Stratford, TX Hometown: Tucson, AZ Affiliation: Diablos

& Appearance

Height: 5′10″ Hair Color: Dark brown ye Color: Dark brown Distinguishing features: his jawline is slightly crooked and he always looks half-dead with the bags under his eyes Tattoos/Piercings: he’s got a nose ring and an assortment of tattoos scattered about his arms and torso 

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: Apathetic, Wary, Pessimistic, Petty, Unreliable  Positive Personality Traits: Accepting, Personable, Articulate, Clever, Protective  MBTI: INTP Alignment: True Neutral

& Background

Romeo started off life as the child of a single mother who worked full-time as a professor at the University of Arizona. She was the Undergraduate chair of the Biology department and took him to school with her as often as she could - usually over the weekends when she was getting extra stuff done or setting up her schedule/lectures for the following week. 

He was bored easily as a child and hanging out at his mother’s work didn’t help. He found himself constantly looking for things to do or ending up places he shouldn’t, but his mom was always patient with him and spent much of his early childhood humoring his curiosity. 

School bored him, too. He was one of those kids that caught on really quickly and spent the rest of the class period goofing off or falling asleep in the back. As he progressed through the grades, it didn’t get better. 

He didn’t have to try all that much to get by, he didn’t have to care. So he didn’t. He put all his energy into socializing and building a close-knit group of friends who were just as bored as him. Romeo was the unofficial ‘leader’ of said group and was the mastermind behind most of their ‘shenanigans’, still, he managed to avoid detention more than anyone else. 

When High School rolled around, his mom had had enough of working at the university and she wanted a change. A big change. They moved across country to Virginia where she worked for a research lab developing pesticides. 

While she was much happier there, Romeo felt lost - more so than he ever had before. Without his friends, he had nothing going for him at school and when his mom pressured him to start thinking about College, he blatantly ignored her. The last thing he wanted was more school even if she promised him it would be a hell of a lot less boring. 

For his entire High School career, he found himself more closed-off than anything - sleeping as much as he could and giving all of his classes as little effort as he could get away with. He was in a funk and he did a lot to try and feel something besides the nothingness that weighed heavily on his chest. 

It had always been there but as soon as his friends were taken away, he felt like he had nothing else. 

Tattoos, piercings, binge drinking, hookups - he did whatever he could think of and still the rush it gave him only lasted a few days. It felt like nothing was worth doing and he couldn’t articulate it to anyone without feeling frustrated. 

He graduated with average grades - a first for him considering his previous track record of near-perfect marks - and out of high school, he didn’t pursue higher education. Instead, he got a shitty job at a fast-food restaurant and moved out of his mom’s place to live in an apartment with three other guys he vaguely knew. 

Life went on like that for a few years - mundane and soul-crushing, that was until he found a box of old photos old his parents. His mom had never really talked about his dad but it turned out he’d been a part of an old motorcycle club in Texas before they’d hooked up. 

The Diablos. He decided he may as well go try it out. 

& Useless Headcanons 

He has two rats named Jekyll and Hyde and they are his pride and joy. He teaches them tricks and takes care of them better than he takes care of himself. They go with him sometimes, he sticks them in his jacket pockets, but he doesn’t go too far from the clubhouse in case he has to take them back on short notice. 

He’s an amateur ghost hunter and he makes the trek down to abandoned houses just to spend the night there and see if he can reaffirm his belief in the supernatural. 

He doesn’t trust the government. 

He’s got a fixation on conspiracy theories - from the absurd to the almost believable, he’s got an encyclopedic knowledge of them all. Whether or not he believes them, the world may never know. 

He’s a good person to go to if you just want to rant about something. Romeo makes a good shoulder to cry on and he’ll listen to whatever you have to say, not just because he wants to keep tabs on everyone (but that’s a big chunk of his reasoning.) 

He’s the personification of the phrase ‘work smarter not harder.’ He has laziness down to a science and does everything in his power to avoid doing things if he doesn’t absolutely have to/want to. 

He’d probably sleep nonstop if he could stand to lay in bed for longer than 36 hours straight. 

His favorite color is purple. 

He likes to listen to audiobooks because his mother used to read to him often when he was little. It’s comforting. (Plus, reading is a lot of work and he’d rather have somebody else do it.) 

[macandvaldez]

Eyy, it’s Rae back at it again with a second character! Kenzie is an aspiring stand-up comic and #1 cat dad. Can’t wait to throw him at y’all and see what happens! <3

Like this post if you’d like to plot and i’ll slide into your dms.

Here’s his pinterest if you’re interested!

「 Rome Flynn. cismale. 」have you seen Mackenzie Valdez around yet? i hear he decided to be off campus for their Sophomore year as a Political Science major. the 22 year old SHEEP is known to be charismatic, easygoing, dimwitted and eccentric. ➨ the muse is written by Rae. They are 19 in the EST.

Basics

Name: Mackenzie Isaiah Valdez

Nicknames: Kenzie, Mac

Age: 22

DOB: April 4th

Sexuality: Questioning 

Background

- He was raised by his Gran - a woman in her mid-sixties who came into wealth later in life after a few really good investments. She’s the mother of his father, a man he’s met a total of seven times and personally idolizes for his success in the entertainment industry. 

- He grew up in North Carolina. 

- Kenzie went to Catholic private school from middle school onward, his Gran wanted him to get the best education possible and - since she had the money to do it - she decided to go private. 

- School has never been an interest of his, he doesn’t find most of the subjects he’s been taught his whole life engaging and he’s never done particularly well either. Kenzie’s earned predominantly Cs and Ds since Middle school and College is no different. 

- He didn’t actually want to go to College, instead more interested in pursuing a carreer in comedy, but his Gran is lowkey forcing him to go to Lockwood and get a degree in something so he has some kind of backup plan. He chose Political Science on a whim and has stuck with it two years running. 

- He hates Political Science - it confuses the hell out of him. 

- Religion is important to his Gran but he’s always had his doubts and when he left home for College, those doubts grew. He still considers himself religious, but he’s not as diligent about going to church or following the strict lifestyle the church imposes. 

- He’s trying to break free from the mundanity of his life and experience all the world has to offer - that’s how you get good matieral, after all, and he wants to do anything and everything he can to help his comedy career. 

- Kenzie has never been in a serious romantic relationship, it’s something he likes to joke about but he wants to remedy the situation asap before he gets old and ugly (his words, not mine). 

- Princess Mittens (Princess for short) is his longhaired white cat. She’s about 8 years old and she hates everyone apart from Kenzie. He takes her for walks around camus sometimes when the weather is nice, something that always draws a few stares - which he likes. He’s had her for what feels like forever and she’s basically his emotional support/favorite being on the entire planet save his Gran.

- He plays basketball, baseball, volleyball, and soccer in his free time but he’s never joined any official teams. His Gran used to sign him up for any physical activities she could find to burn off some of the excess energy he had as a kid. The energy and the love for playing sports remins. 

Headcanons 

- He’s more awkward off-stage than on it, not that he’s all that awkward...he just feels more comfortable in front of a crowd than one-on-one. 

- His fashion sense is a whole-ass mess. He’ll wear anything and everything - always experimenting with combinations and styles regardless of how strange they may look. 

- He’s kind of spoiled. His Gran has a lot of money and he’s never really wanted for anything except a career in comedy and friendship. 

- Kenzie is fluent in english and spanish, though he doesn’t use the latter unless he finds someone to converse with. 

- He’s naïve and easygoing almost to a fault so it’s pretty easy to take advantage of him as long as you’ve got a pretty smile and you laugh at his jokes. 

- Hates watching sports, only likes to play. He thinks it’s stupid and boring to let someone else do all the action-packed fun stuff. 

- He’s got a southern drawl. It’s nice to listen to, especially paired with his voice. 

- He sings sometimes and he’s pretty good on the guitar, though that’s one thing he’d never do in public. It takes a lot to embarrass him, but his singing does the trick. 

- He’s surprisingly short at 5′8″. Like technically, he’s average height, but he looks like he’d be taller than he is. 

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the boyz x dazed profile - 에릭 (eric)

[beaucaras]

Name: Beau Caras  Nickname(s): Pseudonym (for his art) - Peregrine  Age: 32 DOB: January 16th  Gender Identity: Male (he/him/his) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Fine Artist/Illustrator/Forger of Paintings Kinks: clothed sex, breath play, orgasm denial, exhibitionism, restraints, dirty talk Anti-Kinks: scat, gore, vore, watersports, fisitng

& Appearance

Height: 5′9″ Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Distinguishing features: his hair is constantly in a state of feathery disarray, he always wears black and always wears long sleeves and pants regardless of the weather  Tattoos/Piercings: he has one of his ears pierced, though he doesn’t often wear jewelry in it; he has a full sleeve on his left arm that he designed for himself featuring various elements of greek mythology

& Personality

Negative Personality Traits: possessive, standoffish, obsessive, competitive, petty Positive Personality Traits: efficient, intuitive, protective, ambitious, witty, steadfast Beau is not a people person. He finds social interactions taxing and anxiety inducing and he generally avoids them as much as he can. Because of this, he comes across as prickly and arrogant/disinterested. He is very selective about his company, but those he does consider friends, he will actively do anything and everything for. 

& Background

Beau had always had an interest in art. From a young age, he was taken with the beauty of paintings from the Baroque and Renaissance periods of Art History. He fixated on them, deciding he wanted to learn how to do what they did and putting a surprising amount of effort into recreating pieces by the masters in order to learn their techniques. As he got older, this fixation evolved into an interest in attempting to create his own art, which became his one and only plan for the future. His art was surreal and dreamlike but stuck closely to the rules he’d gathered from his studies, as if he had never even considered breaking them. 

Graduating a semester early, he decided to forgo University and instead focus on his art, where his passion truly lie. It consumed his entire existence, always on his mind even when he worked the minimum wage jobs he needed to keep himself housed and fed. He wasn’t terribly successful in his endeavors, but he did manage to get ahold of art dealers, collectors, and curators every now and again through sheer persistence. 

One museum curator who had ended up working with him on multiple occasions, eventually became a friend - a remarkable feat for someone as outwardly prickly as Beau. Said director was also his entryway into the world of art forgery. The man had come by to see one of the pieces he’d been working on as part of a larger exhibition and saw a pile of his oil paint studies in the corner. They impressed him and he made the starving artist an offer he couldn’t refuse. 

Over a decade in the industry made Beau the best of the best. It had also made him fairly wealthy with no shortage of people interested in his skillset. He’d always been skilled at mimicking the style of artists he studied and those skills had just been honed by his lucrative line of work. Unfortunately, his personal work suffered from this shift in focus, losing any spark it may have had. Shallow concepts and dead expressions that even his impeccable technique couldn’t save, he found himself working on it less and less and investing that time instead into his forgeries. 

Beau was not a people person. He had a total of two or three friends by the time he hit thirty and a short list of romantic relationships that hadn’t lasted longer than a month each. Loneliness was a beast he tried to avoid thinking about as much as he could, but he couldn’t run from it forever. His sister worried about him and even he couldn’t remain stubborn enough to feign ignorance forever. 

Coming to the Haus after receiving an invitation was both an attempt to get back some spark of inspiration with a change in scenery and a solution to his loneliness. What better way to deal with his apprehension when it came to social situations then to pay people to do them on one’s own terms? And the bonuses that came along with said company, well those were simply that - bonuses. At least, that’s what he tried to convince himself. He’d never wanted to be the kind of rich that paid for sex. 

& Useless Facts 

He can read Italian but he can’t really speak it.  

Beau has two siblings, he only talks to one of them regularly. He and his sister are close. 

For a while he was interested in trying to do taxidermy but the process proved too much for his stomach. He likes it in theory, not in practice. 

He thinks small talk is stupid and normally skips right through it. If he doesn’t, he just runs through a little script of non-answers and gets past it as quick as he can. 

He needs glasses but rarely wears them unless he’s working on the final stages of a piece in which fine details are pertinent. 

Beau has also learned to properly age paintings to add further air of authenticity. 

& Wanted Connections

someone who has commissioned him for his forgeries/ someone who unknowingly bought one and managed to tie it back to him eventually

someone who want’s to commission him

prior acquaintances

ex-friends: he loves hard and holds grudges like no one’s business 

ex-lovers

a muse or just someone to model for him so he can convince himself this is an artistic endeavor and he doesn’t just wanna fuck a bunch of hot guys 

new friends/fwb 

literally anything and everything