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(misconception) That Harry is sort of a chew toy for the supernatural world!
send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or not.
That is... far more true, in a way, than he’d like to believe. Though the word “pawn” might be a bit more accurate. The chew toy bit is just a fun side effect. :P
(fc meme!) Robert Sean Leonard, for Cassandra... Jennifer Morrison for Janet Drake... Terrence Mann for Hux... and Michael Sheen for Keevan!
@wordbound the faceclaim meme from a decent like… two months ago? It can go under a read-more because it’s a little long.
Name: Hyacinth GreengrassFace: Robert Sean LeonardBio: Cassandra’s parents uncle had a son a year after her and Evander was born. In proper Greengrass tradition, he had a Greek name, and because of the relatively small age gap, and similar interests, the twins and their cousin were close.
Being a pureblood heir was lonely, and Hyacinth, unlike his cousins, didn’t have any siblings. He read, and studied, and by the time he started at Hogwarts (Ravenclaw, of course) he was ahead of most of his classmates. The close quarters meant he and his cousins were really close, and he saw, in a way that Evander didn’t (Cassandra hid things from her twins in a different way), the relationship between her and Tom Riddle.
After he graduated, he and Evander both joined the Ministry and for the next two decades, life was reasonably quiet. He married a nice pureblood woman, and had a daughter. Then of course, the war started and both his cousin’s died.
He joined the Order of the Phoenix to try and make sure no one else lost people like he had. He’d already lost so many people. His daughter grew up and graduated, and his wife joined the Order with him. He survived the first war, but he left the Ministry, and opened a book store in Diagon Alley.
When Voldemort returned, he and his wife fed what information they gathered to the Order. (He never knew that Barty hadn’t died in Azkaban, but he did go confront Bartemius at Cassandra’s funeral to ask if he had any guilt for what he’d done).
Name: Doctor Gwendolyn LaurelFace: Jennifer MorrisonBio: Gwendolyn had, considering all the heroes flying around, a reasonably normal childhood. She had friends, and a bike, and then when she graduated highschool, she went to university and got her bachelor’s in biology. And then she met Janet, and the normal life became… slightly less normal.
She had some medical training, and was the lucky, or maybe unlucky passerby who found Janet after the aftermath of a fight, it wasn’t until years later that she learned what had happened. (Leaving the League of Assassins meant that any enemies Ra’s had, had decided to try and kill Janet to get back at him, they failed, but she’d still taken a few injuries). She stopped the bleeding, and managed to bandage it up a little before taking her to one of the free clinics.
Somehow, they became friends, and Janet spent a week sleeping on her couch before finding an apartment of her own. Life continued, September rolled around, and Gwen started her medical degree. At least once a week, she would go out with Janet, and when she got married to Jack Drake, Gwen was the person standing beside her.
When Janet took over Drake Industries, Gwen went with her and ended up running the free clinic that DI opened. It was good work, and she had known Janet for long enough to know that it would be a better job than some of the ones she could get anywhere else. She’s the one that delivered Tim, and when years later, he developed an interest in the infamous masked vigilantes of Gotham, she was the person who patched up his minor injuries. (And the person that reminded Janet of her own past when Tim broke his arm so Tim could be spared at least some of her ire).
Name: Pelin KovvokFace: Terrence Mann (circa Critters)Bio: There were many planets in the galaxy, and Pelin knows Corellia better than a lot of them. He grew up there, his father one of the many shipbuilders. The problem with Corellia though, was that it had a vicious underbelly, and Pelin got wrapped up in one of the gangs young.
Eventually, one of the many gang wars killed a lot of them, and already an adult by that time, Pelin left Corellia as the gunner for a spice trader. For a year, he and Evoc traded the drug. They split after a deal gone sour, and Pelin ended up on Nar Shadaa.
He ended up taking a bounty hunter contract, offering a tidy sum, and upon collection, took another. By the time Hux came looking for a bounty hunter, Pelin had managed to make a decent name for himself. Hux wanted someone– an older, former Imperial officer killed, and was willing to pay. The decision had been easy, and the work had been efficient. A year and a half later, Hux contacted him again.
The First Order rose, and with decent frequency, he’d get an encrypted message from Hux with a name, and he’d make sure the deed was done. He didn’t necessarily care about he brewing war, but even he could see just how fast Hux was rising through the ranks.
Pelin never joined either side, but the arrangement was mutually beneficial for both of them.
Name: Professor Elden VasserFace: Michael Sheen Bio: Monerida wasn’t part of the Federation, the whole planet had taken to a view of pacifism, after a long, and bloody civil war had nearly torn their planet apart two hundred years earlier. Elden hadn’t lived through the wars, but his parents had, and for him, he could see why the planet had chosen to stay out of the affairs of the Federation.
He grew up in one of the smaller bubble towns outside of the Kathil, capital of the western province, and when he was old enough, he travelled to the city proper to go to the university there. For two years, he worked on a classics degree, studying literature, and plays that had been important to the Moneridian society, before changing his major to history, and in particular, the time before the civil war.
When the Dominion came to the Alpha Quadrant, Monerida stayed out of the conflict, which is why when after the Federation had sent out the broadcast that peace had come back to the Quadrant, it was so surprising to see one of the Vorta.
Elden took Keevan in, and it was with the professor that Keevan spent the second and third months after the war. When Keevan eventually left Monerida, Elden supplied him with credits, and identity chip that would get him into Federation space.
Instead of going back to the University, Elden instead became an advocate for the planet taking in refugees from the war, and campaigned for them to enter the Federation.
(kid meme!) Cass & Janet?
Name: Althea Greengrass
Gender: female
General Appearance: Like both her parents, Althea’s got dark hair with a slight wave in it. She’s taller than Cass, and a little shorter than Janet. She inherited Janet’s eyes, but a bit less vibrantly blue. She was a sick child (the Greengrass heart defect that had Cass fearing that Althea wouldn’t make it to 11), but she survived, although between the ill-health and an interest in books and violin, she spent most of her time inside, and is as a result, extremely pale.
Personality: On first glance one might assume Althea was more like Janet- she was Slytherin. Cunning and brilliant, but a that bit less ruthless. The more you see of her though, the more you’d see she was like both of her parents. Althea very much takes after both her parents in a way that’s more a combination than certain traits inherited. She’s sarcastic, but rarely cruel, with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, but usually in a way that is most applicable to help her.
Special Talents: because of Cass, Althea’s got magic, and because of Janet, that also means she’s dangerous in a fight even without it. (Between the two, she likes enchanted objects/weapons).
Who they like better: Both! Althea loves both her parents, but there are times when Janet is colder, and Cass is easier to get along with.
Who they take after more: Again, both. Maybe a bit more Cass, but that’s only because she was around more actively raising Althea.
Personal Head canon: She’s a Slytherin, and becomes a prefect in her fifth year. After graduation, she takes after her Uncle and goes into the Ministry, and she works in foreign relations. Her language skills vastly improve after a few months, they were good before, but less conversational.
Face Claim: Darla Baker
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon (For Jon, of course!)
Jon’s decoration aesthetic is a mixture of darker woods and cooler tones that mean his apartment tends to seem a bit darker than it actually it, but it’s also very comfortable and meant to help people relax.
(assumption) Lara holds herself to a very high standard, and sometimes finds it exhausting.
Send Me Your Assumptions About My Muse
“A high standard is necessary for advancement in this cutthroat world, and advancement is necessary to avoid becoming a victim. It’s quite simple, really. I do what I do as much for self-preservation as for anything. It has been a very, very long time since I was a little girl, sweet and vicious in equal measure, but ultimately dominated by others. I’ve no desire to feel powerless again.
And yes, it is... I do feel exhausted from it all. But the alternative is unthinkable. I will not surrender myself to the void.”
♝ : Reading a book together
Harry stretched his legs, propping his sock-clad feet on his coffee table as he turned to the next page in the Dean Koontz thriller he had picked up from the supermarket earlier. He paused as a chill passed through him, then looked behind him.
Of course.
“Bob,” he said slowly, drawing out the vowel a little bit. “You gonna stand there staring over my shoulder all night or are you gonna sit down?”
(misconception) That Karrin is all business, and the tough, emotionless exterior goes all the way through.
send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or not.
Definitely not true. While Karrin does do her best to always appear businesslike (as well as tough) she also isn’t immune to the things she has to investigate or oversee. It gets to her. So much.
But showing how much it can get to her? Not something she wants to do.
X
Send ‘X’ to find my muse beaten, bloody, and left for dead.
Harry’s body whipped through the air until it came to an abrupt stop against the brick facade of a building, and the creature who had thrown him came bounding after him with unbelievable speed. Head swimming, limbs trembling with fatigue and pain, Harry struggled to his hands and knees and gathered the scant few remaining scraps of power he had left.
The creature, whatever the hell it was, had been pummeling on him for the last twenty minutes or so, and he was nearly at the end of his endurance. He’d gotten a few good licks in himself, but it was big, and fast, and utterly relentless. Its jaws unhinged like a snake’s as it bellowed a furious roar at him, spikes rising on the armored plates of its body as it charged him.
Harry waited until he could see the molten fire burning in the monster’s eyes, then lifted his right hand and discharged every one of his force rings at once, right into the thing’s gaping maw. He saw, through a haze of red, the creature fly back until it slammed into a line of parked cars. It flopped for a moment, obviously stunned– but it was still alive, and now angrier than ever.
“Hell’s bells,” Harry mumbled. He had been hoping to tear a hole in the thing with that blow. He was spent– too weak to fight back, not fast enough to outrun it even if he hadn’t been injured. He was out of options for survival. Unless…
Reaching into his coat pocket, he grabbed the stick of chalk he’d used earlier in a tracking spell, moved a couple feet away from the wall, and, trembling even from this much effort, used the chalk to etch a circle around himself. The creature, recovering and shaking itself, turned to him with another furious roar, and Harry hurriedly pressed his finger to the chalk, dragging up every last ounce of will and magic he had left in order to activate the circle.
The creature barreled towards him like a particularly ugly locomotive, hitting the magical barrier and promptly bouncing off of it. It scrambled to its feet and proceeded to batter and claw at the barrier, roaring the whole time. He could only imagine what the locals must be thinking, but at least they were smart, staying indoors and out of the way– unlike him.
He sank to his knees in the circle, his coat spreading out around him, and tried to catch his breath as dizziness washed over him. His face felt swollen and tender, the pain in his ribs threatened to take his breath away again, and he was fairly certain his left shoulder had dislocated when he hit the wall. Trying to blink away the dark static creeping at the edges of his vision, he watched Big Ugly stalk around the circle, pausing every now and again to stage another unsuccessful attack. Of course, Harry would be trapped there until the sun rose, reverting the creature’s construct to ectoplasm and destroying the magic of his circle. He hoped that whomever had summoned the creature (he had a few ideas, namely thirteen of them-- the group of warlocks he’d been investigating over the past week) wouldn’t happen to come by and check on the progress of their pet, because then he’d be screwed. A circle only protected against direct magical attack and was useless against a mortal with mortal weapons, even if that mortal was a practitioner.
He wasn’t certain when he had passed out, but when he woke again, the sun was peeking between the buildings. The circle had disintegrated, along with Big Ugly, and he was alone, weak as a newborn kitten, and hurting everywhere.
He wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he dragged himself to the Blue Beetle, climbed in, and got himself home. It wasn’t far, only a few blocks. Struggling to stay upright, he re-applied his wards, shuffled a few steps in, and then his sofa was kind enough to catch him when he fell over.
