#veils:event

[finchrobin]

@veilsstarters​

Robin didn’t believe he understood the appeal of fried dough or fried sweets in general but, if it was what his son wanted, he could only sit back and wait for Wren to buy his allowance’s worth - and then some. He’d sat down, ready to enjoy some people watching in general, finding the general mood to be cheerful, and couldn’t help but to reminisce to the time of the holidays. Back when the dome had dropped down over their heads, effectively cutting them off from the rest of the world.

Shuddering - his eyes still on the back of Wren’s head, not to let him out of sight - he shifted slightly in his seat, turning his head to a nearby commotion. Either someone had won big, or someone had got into a fight. Hopefully, that would be as exciting as things got, this time around.

[likewanderingstars]

There was a dream like atmosphere to the party. The moment she walked in Amelia paused, feeling the spell take over. There was so panic. Even knowing she seemed to be missing some information she didn’t feel worried. Curious maybe but not worried. Amelia wandered through the room, eventually settling near the dance floor, watching couples dance with people they probably thought were strangers. She felt someone brush by and and moved to make room for them. “Sorry.” She said quietly as she moved. @veilsstarters​

[firewithxn]

@veilsstarters​

Chana looked around and what was going on. She felt a rush of excitement run through her. Something she hadn’t truly felt in so long from her anxiety typically taking over. She was always worried what others thought, but she didn’t know these people...in a sense, and they don’t know her. She took a drink from a waiter’s tray before downing it. This was to trying things she was too afraid of doing. Walking up to the bar, she ordered herself a shot. “And...one to my friend over here.” Her headed nodding to the individual standing at the bar as well. “Nothing starts a party than shots, right?” She smirked slightly.

[roadmosttaken]

“Well look who it is. Do you really need to wear a costume if you’re already playing pretend?” Helena smirked as she saw the demon. “I don’t believe I properly introduced myself when I popped into your little store. Helena Theriot. And you’re going by...” @irvinblom​

[cadexlynch]

Cade was disappointed to find he couldn’t leave the building after he’d entered it. After making sure neither murder victim was Anastasia, he’d wanted to go back to the garden, but found himself trapped. Again.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves, pushing down his claustrophobia as best he could. He needed something to do. Something to keep his mind and hands occupied. He managed to find a pitcher of water and began walking through the castle, watering whatever potted plants he could locate.

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[hybrid-leif]

[isadoraraval]

Isadora Raval | 1986 AU

Age: 29

Birthplace: London

Favorite Song Currently: In The Air Tonight - Phil Collins 

Isadora was born in London into the lap of luxury. Her father a rather prominent politician, her mother a well-renowned interior designer, the young woman never had to worry about a thing. 

Growing up with such wealth and privilege, she developed her own view of the world. One where those that were well dressed, well-mannered, and well, wealthy, were of higher importance than those that were not.

She held this ideal as she grew older, all the way through university. While she attended to follow in her mother’s footsteps and has a degree in design, her true love was always dance. As a graduation present, her parents gave her enough money to buy her own dance studio, though the rest of the costs for opening were up to her.

Approximately two years ago, Isadora sold her studio in London and opened one in Wildemount. She still works and lives there to this day. 

It was after becoming a dance teacher that her eyes began to open to how wrong she was. Some of her favorite students, some of the brightest ones, were people she wouldn’t have looked at twice in her younger years. 

Despite her growth, she still acts a bit rude and snooty at times. It’s a rather hard habit to break.

Secretly, Isadora finds herself pining after an older man. A silver fox of sorts and who she sees as a kind soul named Lucius. She’s not sure what her friends or family would think of it, but her heart flutters each time she sees him. The petite brunette finds herself growing more and more concerned that something may happen to him. 

With the fog rolling in and the number of missing persons climbing, the dance teacher finds herself continuously worried. She’s constantly looking over her shoulder. Every noise she hears makes her skin crawl. Something is wrong but she doesn’t know what. Safe to say, she’s absolutely terrified each day that passes. 

[riannekaufman]

Rianne Kaufman | 1986 AU

(contains the following triggers: drugs, death)

Age: 25

Birthplace: Boston, MA

Current Favorite Song: Runaway - Bon Jovi

Still raised by her grandmother in the heart of Boston. Her grandmother is still wealthy, that’s about all that’s the same.

Rianne has been in Wildemount since the winter of 1977. Her grandmother (for reasons unbeknownst to her) decided to move to England. At 16, Rianne fought the move as hard as she could, but failed. 

Irritated, angry, and confused, that’s when Rianne started acting out. She went after older men and women, constantly snuck out. She was always at a party, always intoxicated. 

Much to her delight (as she hated the old woman with a burning passion), Rianne’s grandmother died two years ago and left her absolutely everything.

As she’s grown older, her lifestyle hasn’t changed at all. She’s simply gotten better at hiding it.

Currently unemployed, living off of her inheritance, Rianne is working on her debut horror novel

Her visual aesthetic is very much inspired by Stevie Nicks in the 1980s. Dramatic, flowy, somewhat ‘bohemian’. 

Her personality is heavily inspired by Stephen King. Biting sarcasm, dark sense of humor.

Like both celebrities at the time, Rianne in the AU does copious amounts of cocaine. 

While she’s heard about the missing and deceased, she’s not worried. In her mind, there’s nothing that could ever happen to her.