Venial Vices

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @venialvices​ (luther hargreeves)

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 that trickled past, came the reminder that Five had been unsuccessful in trying to make sense of where he was, of what went wrong. It also felt like the chance of undoing this mess was slipping away from him. He’d have better luck trying to catch smoke with his bare hands. It doesn’t help that he was once again subjected to a scrawny body that wore clothes a size too big for him, and judging by his vision that begun to sway under the height of the Australian sun, he would think it’s safe to add, also malnourished. He’s leaning up against the random building beside him for support–and that’s when he saw it, eyes growing wide. Luther. Who–appeared to be up on a ladder to–what? Save a cat? You’ve got to be kidding him. Not even bothering to try and teleport, especially after their time travel fiasco, he marched across the street, ignoring the car that was forced to slow down because of him and stopped directly next to the other’s ladder. “Where the HELL have you been?” 

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Just another day, hard at work protecting every living soul in Sydney from whatever dangers might lie out there in the world. On this particular afternoon the victim had been a poor defenseless cat who shimmied their way far too high up a tree. The residence had told them that the thing had been crying up there for two days straight. By the time Luther started scaling down the ladder with the poor weak and frightened thing wrapped in a tight blanket cradled in his arm he caught glimpse of a child before they piped up.

     “Is this your ca-” He hadn’t even finished his sentence before the boy cursed at him. Yeah, the kid cursed at him, which was definitely not the sort of treatment he was used to. After hopping down from the last few steps he gave the kid a quick scan from head to toe. He looked worse than the starving cat in his arms. 

     “Yeah, I’m not sure who you have me confused with, kid, but I’m sorry.” That said he tried to brush off the child and headed back towards the truck to open a tin of wet food he had brought along. Believe it or not cats got stuck in trees a lot more often than you might think and typically they were hungry when they came down.

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Gender/Pronouns he/him

How long have they been in Sydney? Connor has just arrived in Sydney, having woken up in a fully furnished apartment with no memory of how he got there or who he's suppose to be.

Job Currently employed as a detective at the local police department, though he would tell you otherwise.

Which suburb do they live in? The place in which Connor work up and is suppose to be staying is in The Rocks.

Memories of their real life : Connor recalls all his previous memories. From the case he had been working on with his partner Hank Anderson to the less than pleasant interactions with Gavin Reed. All of it is stored in his highly advanced memory banks and he is at a loss on how he's suppose to complete his mission of apprehending all deviants if there aren't any he can find.

What was their fake life like? Connor is suppose to be a detective in this world, and lives in The Rocks. Unfortunately, that conflicts with his programming.

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Gender/Pronouns he/him

How long have they been in Sydney? Luther had first arrived in Sydney three years ago. He believes that he has always been a resident.

Job Luther is Sydney's Fire Department chief and oversees the fire department of the entire city.

Which suburb do they live in? Being a successful Fire Fighter with a wife who has also done well for herself it's no surprise that Luther owns a house in Darling Point.

Memories of their real life : Luther has no recollection of true life. Everything has been fabricated.

What was their fake life like? Luther grew up with a loving family as an only child. Growing up he was never too fond of academics but excelled in physical activity. This lead him to choose a more physically taxing profession in which he could do some good for his community. He became a fire fighter, and in his early twenties he found the love of his life. It's safe to say Luther's entire fictional existence had worked out perfectly, and he had never really known any strife.

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suckerforlies·:

                    walking  out  of  the  front  door  of  the  cafe  wandas  foot  caught  the  on  something  causing  her  to  lost  her  balance  and  instead  of  being  able  to  do  both  she  dropped  her  bag  that  had  a  muffin  in  it.  looking  around  quickly  wanda  used  her  magic  to  make  the  muffin  bag  back  up  off  the  ground.  and  just  when  she  thought  she  got  away  free  she  spotted  someone  watching  what  she  just  did.  ‘  you  didnt  see  a  thing.  ‘  //  @venialvices·

Peter was under the assumption that this world had always been and will always be run by scientific law. When things fell gravity always took over, and no amount of invisible force was able to lift something from that gravitational pull. However, as he stood there, waiting for this woman to step out of the way of the cafe door so that he might slip inside he witness something phenomenal. “I-... I saw everything. How in the world did you- is this some kind of magic trick? Perhaps a pully string, or maybe an air current? Surely it wouldn’t be done with any type of magnetic pull.”

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bcssbitchs·:

     darkness was fragile, tender and as michael had come to learn, it needed to be cared for, in order to grow, in order to become something stronger. something better. and yet, it called to him – he was drawn to it, much like a hunter was drawn to his prey and whenever someone powerful enough was around, it was like he couldn’t sleep. couldn’t breath, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t rest until he found the search of said darkness, of said power, much like he was doing now. the town itself mattered nothing to him anymore – just countless, boring, human lives, with a few exceptions, of course but besides them.. they didn’t matter. not in the grand scheme of his Father’s plans. he had yet to have found the source, but.. instead, he came across someone much, much.. different. the male looked sad, out of place and.. lost. of course he did - humans were nothing if not lost.. they were hopeless and.. well… just miserable, especially this one. “you don’t belong here.” he commented, as he approached the male, hands crossed behind his back.  michael had seen many things in his life time; witches, demons, the seven circles of hell and they all had one thing in common, they all fit into one category. friend or foe, it didn’t matter which one but he had always been able to tell them apart. Interesting. very, very, interesting.

 “in fact, you’ve never belonged anywhere, have you?  ” voice as soft as velvet, michael stepped forward, stopping right in front of the other. curious. he was very, very intrigued by the other and.. it wasn’t because he had brought to him some lost object. still, it was the handkerchief that sansa had given him, in what seemed like forever ago and.. he wanted it. “my, my.. it seems you’ve done me a great service. this was given to me by my wife.. it’s very important, thank you. how can i repay you?” he asked, keeping his voice soft and sweet, because.. of course he did.  as he so often always did, when he wanted something from someone else and.. he got it. 

Peter’s eyes shifted back and forth between the man and the object he had presented. It might have gone unnoticed by most but there was a moment of discomfort on the brunette’s part as his eyes darted awkwardly off to the side. A sign he thought about abandoning his futile attempts to be courageous. His eyes returned to Michael’s as he tried desperately to reestablish a sense a confidence, regardless of how synthetic it might be. Maybe he should have been more uncertain of himself- or at least a little more afraid. There was an aura about this man that radiated something similar to wickedness. Especially when he pointed out the fact that Peter didn’t belong. 

     “I’m sorry. What was that?” he furrowed his brows, pinching between them with a look of confusion to boot. What exactly was that suppose to mean? Whatever it was, it seemed ominous. Was he talking about how obviously new he was to the area? Yes, well, he certainly did give the tourist vibe- but that didn’t seem to be it. Not with the following remark. Peter had always been out of place, or at least it felt that way, but that gave the man no right to pry.

    “I’m still trying to find my footing. Moved here a few weeks ago and I’ve had a lot on my plate. Uh- but I’m not looking for any sort of reward. You dropped it a little ways back. Anybody would have done what I did. I just happened to see.” He gave a quaint little shrug of his shoulders. Sure, he was a little put off about the whole not belonging anywhere comment, but maybe this guy was just quirky and spoke outrageous assumptions? Peter couldn’t say he was wrong, though.

     Peter was as good as one can be. Selfless and generous with an added perk of quality manners. He was the sort of boy you’d take home to mother, and it was quite ironic that such an innocent minded boy would happen to be doing satan’s spawn a favor like this.

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roaringmaleficent·:

Maleficent had been scouring the streets, trying to make heads or tails of where she was and what was going on. There were all of these strange memories swirling in her head, ones that mixed in with her memories of the Moors and her little beastie, of her sweet raven and the kingdom she called home. This place, though strange and beautiful, was nothing like her home. It was filled with all of these strange machines that gave her bleak memories of her battle with King Stefan. Moreover, it made traversing this world quite difficult, as even leaning on some of these objects threatened to sear her flesh. She was trying to navigate through all of the crowds when suddenly, a flurry of motion and a scalding sensation accompanied by a dampness covered her chest.

Shrieking in anger, Maleficent’s eyes burned with rage as she stared down and the blithering young man. “You insolent fool!” she seethed, her wings extending to their full span menacingly, knocking over some pedestrians all the while, “How could you be so bl-” She immediately cut herself off when she realized she was making a scene. Normally, she wouldn’t care and would set them all on their backs. However, she wasn’t sure just how much power she held in this world and moreover, she did not want to endanger Aurora if she were here. “Watch where you’re going.” she snarled, swatting at the pitiful hand that was dabbing at her.

     While it might have been very well deserved Peter still cringed at the eruption of anger that came forth from the woman. Little did he know she was actually a very mystical being with great power. Had he suspected anything he might have been a little more reserved about reaching out to start touching her. Then again, he probably should have asked permission regardless of whether she was a fae or not. After all, women should be respected and- wait, where was he again? 

     Ah, yes. Maleficent was screeching her insults at him and Peter was taking a step back to give her some space so that she might feel less overwhelmed. That’s why she had been yelling right? That and the coffee that was staining her previously clean shirt. He was about to offer up another apology when powerful dark wings unfurled behind the woman, kicking up a gust that swept Peter’s hair back, along with the rest of him. He stumbled away a few paces, momentarily considering fleeing for the hills. Upon a second look though, his intrigue was far too strong to simply turn tail and run. 

    “I-I’m... I apologize. Sincerely, I really do- but are those actually coming out of you? I don’t mean to poke fun or be rude, but it’s not every day you see something like this. Surely, they’re a kind of mechanism? Do you cosplay?” That seemed about right. How foolish of him to think that these were real wings that could lift her from the Earth and into the heavens. Magic like that didn’t exist here, right?

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He has so much to get done today. With his photography career not exactly getting the traction he had hopped the man was struggling to make ends meet at the end of his first month here in Sydney. It had taken him literally all his savings to skip across the ocean and make a new life for himself, and looking back that hadn’t been a wise choice. In fact, he was surprised he had ever taken that risk in the first place. It was so- unlike him. Regardless, he was here now, and he had a lot on his mind. Perhaps that’s why when he made a sharp turn around the corner he felt a tingle travel up the base of his spine just before colliding with another person. A person who unfortunately got a nice hot cup of joe spilled down the front of their shirt. 

     “Oh my- geez, I’m so sorry!” His words were a bit louder than they probably should have been, but he felt so incredibly bad for not keeping his eyes open for others. In a frantic attempt to lend a hand he pulled off the scarf that he had wrapped around his neck and began using it to dab away at their shirt. 

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bcssbitchs·:

  AS MUCH AS HE DESPISED THIS PLACE AND THIS TOWN, EVERYTHING INCLUDED IN IT, michael had no other choice than to stay here and.. deal with everything else that he had on his plate. the worst thing about all of it was.. pretending to be normal, trying to pretend that.. he fit in the middle of these people, when.. he didn’t. he wasn’t normal - he was the heir of the dark lord and.. his entire life had been snatched away by the little witch and.. he couldn’t stand for it. the only thing that made… this good.. the only thing that made any of this easy to bare was his wife.. and even she seemed to believe that she could slip away from him. ah, as if.  he wouldn’t stand for it, he just.. needed to be patient and soon enough, he would get everything back. he needed to, he had to.. he was going to. no stupid human would get in his way - yes, he could fit in here better than most people could, but.. that didn’t mean anything.  still, as he heard footsteps behind him.. he paused. was he being followed? were they stupid? eyes falling on the other, michael considered it for a moment - knowing very well it was possible, he just laughed. “following me won’t do you much good, but.. i suppose i’ll hear you out. what is it that you want? to even thinking of following me, well.. most be something quite important.”

     Peter had only been here- what? About a month now, and still was learning the ins ‘n’ outs of Sydney. The culture here was a stark difference from his own back in New York, and the weather? Dear god, don’t get him started on the weather. Everything around him seemed so backwards, yet this was his choice. He came here of his own free will to start up a new life as a photographer- or so he thought. He was still deeply persuaded by the magic of this place that he was a normal person living an ordinary life. Little did he know of his true potential, or the potential of others around him. 

     He was on his way to get some of his most recent shots appraised by the local paper when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. That man- the one with the long blond hair- he dropped something. Well, he certainly would have hated to lose his wallet or anything like that, so naturally the boy went and scooped up the other’s possession and tried to catch up with a brisk walk. He certainly wasn’t trying to be a creeper but he also wasn’t going to make a big scene out of nothing. After all, shouting might draw unwanted attention and humiliation might ensue. Just as he was about to close the last meter of distance and tap the man on his shoulder the other turned, catching Peter completely off guard. Peter froze in his step, almost stumbling back from the suddenness of it all.

    “I- I wasn’t following you. I mean, well technically, yes. For the last block I was, but I’m not paparazzi or anything, man. You dropped this,” he explained himself with a subtle trembling in his tone for the fact that he was still shaken by being so aggressively confronted. Still, he held out the object that he hadn’t even gotten a good look to begin with. “Familiar to you?”

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Gender/Pronouns

Peter goes by he or him pronouns.

How long have they been in Sydney?

Peter has been a resident here for roughly a month now. To him he promptly relocated to Sydney, Australia due to seeking further opportunities in his career.

Job

Peter is a local photographer who sells his freelance photos to private clients and the newspaper in town.

Which suburb do they live in?

Surviving solely on his ability to take a decent picture Peter often finds himself strapped for cash. That's why he's taken up residency in King's Cross, where he can manage to afford his own tiny studio apartment.

Memories of their real life :

Peter remembers the basics from his childhood. He recalls growing up in Queens, New York and the treatment he recieved from fellow peers. His memory of being bitten by a radioactive spider didn't stict though. He recalls being raised by his beloved aunt and uncle. There is still that painful memory of his uncle passing far too soon.

What was their fake life like?

Having been raised by his aunt and uncle in New York, Peter found growing up in a bustling city to be rather rough. He has never known what it's like to have disposable income and what family he did have could hardly support themselves. Peter grew up being bullied and ridiculed for having an interest in more intellectual things, unlike those in his social class. After his aunt and uncle's passing he decided to take a chance on making a new life for himself and thus moved out of the country to gain a fresh start.