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ʙᴜᴛ ɪ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛʜᴏᴜsᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ 'ᴛɪʟ ɪ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀɪɴ
  
M I R I A M   S C H U L T Z  ───────────────────────────────────
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ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ, ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ, ʀᴜɴ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

[ f ] or every word that Miriam speaks, there are a million more that lie just behind her lips, lodged in her throat. For each of her world-brightening smiles -- and she smiles a lot, all the time, for everyone -- there's a second of sitting in the dark at night, wondering how to be happy. Her existence is built on others, for others. When all she feels inside is sadness, the one thing Miriam has the will to do is make others smile. Self-sacrificing and selfless, the last person on Miriam's mind will always be herself. Another person's happiness outweighs her own in every way, and though sometimes she wonders why she should allow that to be so, the thought of being more selfish has never even crossed her mind.

Despite everything she's seen in life, Miriam has yet to lose the energy and naivete that is usually associated with children. She breathes with a matured exuberance, always wanting to show others that the world isn't all that bad, if you can just find what makes you happy. And she's trying to find what makes her happy, she really is. Space, stretched out ad infinitum above her head, endless and full of stars that she can see so many of here, in Aleister, with its lack of light pollution. All of the stray cats that wander about Aleister's quaint downtown, passing outside the bookstore's, gentle and elegant and adorable. (She's practically adopted all of them.) Getting lost in a book, a new world held in the palm of her hand.

Miriam has been told too many times to grow up, to face the world, to stop living fantasies. You're too old, too pretty to still think the world is all kindness. And though she smiles, she knows, far better than they could imagine, that the world is the darkest thing there is. How can you and your sister still be so dependent, you're too mature for this. It's hard to change a life-long habit. The stars don't hold any answers, Miriam. Get your head out of the clouds. But what they don't understand is that while maybe it seems like her head is wreathed in the heavens, her eyes have already seen all that's happened on the ground -- and yet she fights. They just can't seem to see how this, too, is strength.

✧ ─────────────────── pʜᴏᴇʙᴇ tᴏɴᴋɪɴ

brown hair ▫ dark blue eyes ▫ 5'10" ────── ◆

[s ] ome people show pity when they hear that Miriam and her sister lived with their grandparents their whole lives, because their father had never been there in the first place, and their mother died giving birth to [sister]. Miriam doesn't want that pity, never has. She's never regretted being raised by two of the kindest people she's ever met. It didn't stop her from moving to Aleister with her sister when she was invited to study there. They grew up knowing that in the end, they were all each other had, and this codependency still hasn't left them. The fact that [sister] is a magician? Inconsequential. Miriam doesn't need magic to be something, she's never felt jealous or bitter or anything else. It is what it is. Miriam has learned to make the most of life in every way she can -- and she would never blame someone for something they can't change, like her sister getting that magic gene (literally) and her not.

Now that they've moved out of their grandparents' home, Miriam has become the breadwinner, the supporter of their little family of two. Working at the bookstore downtown full-time, paying the rent for the small apartment they found in Aleister. Sure, it's hard. But she's always made it work out, and she won't stop making it work now.

  
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ɢʟɪᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxʜᴀʟᴇ ᴏғ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ
sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴀɪɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛ



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message 4: by alessia (new)

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;   ─────────────────────   A D E L A   N I C H O L A S   S A N T I G O
▬▬  human ; resident ; female ; twenty-two ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ♔ ▬▬▬▬
ғɪғᴛʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ   ───────────────────   ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ every one of them
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filthy richfamily runs an underground mafia business ; lives in a huge mansion that can house around 5 magicians
huntshandle knives very well ; can shoot with a rifle and pistol ; fights both men and beast
speaks spanishvalues her culture a lot ; switches between english and spanish randomly when speaking
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black , bright blue , 5"4  ──   hip scar
you’ll do well knowing that Adela is one of little conscience - in fact, some argue that she hardly has one at all. After all, Adela was raised in a vicious household where the first lesson you learn is “Power before all.” Since young, Adela has been bred to thrive in the struggle for power. Chaos and danger is her natural terrain, which makes Aleister so much more fun to be in now. Adela lives for the thrill - the true Santiagos all do. If doing dirty business satisfies her cravings for adventure, then so be it. You’ll be surprised how far she’ll go.

Everyone in her family has their own motives and their own secret personal desires besides gaining infinite power. Playful, slightly flirtatious, and cunning, Adela’s is simple: cause trouble. Adela’s hands are free of responsibilities; her family’s business is in her parents’ and elder siblings’ hands. She’s well informed and knows exactly how to play the cards, but as of now, she plays no role. Which makes her in the best position possible. With connections petty much everywhere and enough freedom to spend her money however she likes, Adela can stir up trouble anywhere and anytime she wants.

Don’t misunderstand, Adela doesn’t like her hands clean. She may pay people to drive her around and cause a racket, but when it comes down to the real fun, she’ll make it a point to be right on time. Adela likes to do her own snooping around, too. As the magical side of Aleister gets more and more worked up, her interest in it perks up higher and higher as well. Nowadays she goes around digging up information and doing her rounds around Aleister terrorising neighbours.

As said, Adela is playful, but her loyalty to family is fierce and comes before all. Her parents may be strict and more vicious than all their children combined, and her siblings may be narcissistic and power-hungry, but they are family. Santiagos love power, and they make it a great show of it, but deep down, they all know family is what really comes first. Friends, however, is a whole different story. Adela keeps relationships professional, in a way. Since young she’s never really had any “close” or “best friends,” she's always preferred to stick to her hounds and siblings. And “friends” beware, Adela has no qualms backstabbing anyone for her own benefit.

However, looking away from all the back-stabbing and trouble-making that is Adela’s life and all her unhealthy hobbies, she’s much like a normal woman her age. She plans to go to college after Aleister’s magical affairs die down, she likes flashy cars and nice clothes and food and cats, she pretends to hate all of her siblings and likes to yell in bad traffic. If born under different circumstances, she would be completely normal, but, well, she wasn't. And now here she is to wreck havoc.
   
outside their mansion, there’s a sign saying “beware of the dogs.” But over the years, it’s come to mean less of the dogs and more of the Santiagos themselves. After all, the Santiago children are all bred like hounds, taught to survive through vicious games and power struggle. Adela is no exception. Their fates were sealed the moment they were born, the Santiagos. They grow the only way they can - into wolves.

Adela was six when her father gave her a pet dog. She was to raise it like her own sister or child. It ate when she ate, trained when she studied, played when she played, slept when she slept. For four years, they did everything together. She was ten when suddenly her father whistled and her dog leaped onto her little brother and began attacking him. Adela rushed forward, screaming, but things were happening so fast. There was blood on the floor and her brother was crying and there was so much screaming. But suddenly there was a pistol in the air and everything slowed down when she caught it in her hands. “Shoot the dog,” her father said. And she did.

She’d hated him for the longest time. For giving her a dog trained to kill her brother to raise and care for. For making her kill when still so young. For making her commit what felt like murder.

But she knew why he had to. For years, she learned whatever he made her learn. How to slit throats, fire rifles, track cars. How to build up a mafia, which syndicates to work with and which to avoid, how to bring down a cartel in the shortest amount of time. She built up her own power, too, because she knew why her father had to. Power was not above all. It was family. A Santiago had to have power, because if it ever came to it, they would burn down the entire world for their family.

She was sixteen when her mother was abducted. A rival gang of sorts wanted to settle a debt and deemed that using Mrs Santiago was the easiest way to do it. Her father didn’t even blink an eye. He just let the leashes go and the hounds went on the hunt.

She was sixteen when she murdered three and injured fourteen men. She did it because she wanted to save her mother. She also did it because she liked it. And it was then when she discovered the truth behind her family. They didn’t do their businesses because they loved the money. They did it because they loved the thrill of the kill. They were a pack of wolves, only loyal to one another, and all addicted to the scent and taste of blood.

It's been six years since then, but the Santiagos are the same. If not worse.

 



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message 6: by dyanne (last edited Feb 28, 2016 11:12PM) (new)

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N A T A L I A L I N D E N G I L L I A R D
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━━━━ talia17 [ xii/ix ]female [ bisexual ] resident ━━━━
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ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ

reckless ] ━━ it's not that she doesn't know how to think; it's that she could care less about the consequences. call her an idiot. call her immature. like hell she cares. you're the one missing out.
competitive ] ━━ she will do anything for the bragging rights, anything for the dare. she lives to defy your expectations. anything to get the heart pumping and the blood boiling.
ambitious ] ━━ contrary to popular belief, talia is planning on becoming somebody. sure, she's built up quite a reputation for refusing to abide by the law, but why follow the rules now if you're one day going to be above it all?

ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ

anja leuenberger ━━━━━━━━ brown hairbrown eyes5'10"

Natalia Gilliard has been called many names, but never could anyone accuse her of being a coward. Natalia Gilliard has commited many crimes, but never could anyone accuse her of being immoral. Natalia, or, as most who find it hard to stomach a four-syllable name call her, Talia, walks the fine line between apathy and anarchy, the gray area which sits in between acknowledging the law but choosing to defy it and ignoring it altogether. Many would say that there is no difference between the two, but Talia would beg to differ.

An unwanted daughter born into an empire of sons, she is too used to being ignored to ever take such treatment lightly. Yes, one could easily mistake her cool gaze and piercing words as indifference, to think that just because Talia doesn't try means that she doesn't care. If only that were the case. If only Talia knew something other than the hollow hunger, the insufferable emptiness gnawing from within her stomach. If only it were numbness ━ a repression of feeling ━ instead of a lack of feeling of altogether, a nothingness which pushes at her joints and pulls at her hair.

She is a wild child ━ the face of the untameable youth which causes the mouths of the older generations to drop in horror. Expressing her creativity through the fine art of destruction, she burns and burns until her fingers are ashen and her lungs are molten. The world calls it vandalism, but Talia calls it art ━ a neglected form of expression ━ an echo of emotion which fills her with something other than desire. Talia has been running on empty for as long as she can remember, but at least she's still running. She lives for the feeling of her breath catching in her throat, refusing to fall, the irregular rhythm of feet running not to get somewhere but get away from somewhere, a ghost of a purpose but a purpose nonetheless. It's yet another reason to live, another reason to try, even if it will only end with forgotten memories and the shadow of warmth clinging to the edges of her sweat-stained shirt, whispering of a home in which she isn't considered a stranger.

ᴡᴇ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ━━━━━━─

━━━━━━━━━━━━ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

Talia was always well cared for, but never was she well loved. She was born as a disappointment━ the daughter to a couple who wanted a son to carry on their legacy, created within a petri dish in a last-ditch effort before resigning to the label of infertile. Perhaps, if she were a boy, they would have thought of her as their miracle child. And perhaps, if she weren't their only child they would have thought of her as human. But such fantasies are far removed from the truth. The truth is, Talia has never been seen as anything more than a toy at best, and a nuisance at worst. Like so many born to wealthy families, she is viewed as a product of success and not a life worth cherishing.

She has never wished for anything better━ it has never occured to her that there is something more to parents than asking and receiving, getting without giving. Because she is unable to meet expectation, she goes out of her way to defy them━ over the years, she has developed and perfected a ferocious apathy in response to everything her parents stand for. Her parents love magicians, so it's natural that Talia hates them, not out of fear or mistrust but simply out of spite. Besides, this is her home turf, not theirs, so why the fuck should she have to play nice?

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━━━━━━━ i don't have to fucking tell you anything ━━━━━━─
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message 8: by corina (last edited Mar 07, 2016 08:22PM) (new)

corina (molteneyes) | 48 comments
ɪғ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴇǫᴜᴀʟs ɢᴇɴɪᴜs, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀsᴏɴɪsᴛ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ sᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪsᴛ
  
 I N E S   L L E W E L L Y N  ───────────────────────────────────
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 ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ ɢᴜɴ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ғɪʀᴇ ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

[ r ] ule number one: don't be fooled by Ines' fine, delicate features and observant eyes. They mask a sharp tongue, a sharper wit, and a merciless pugnacity not normally associated with a five seven multiracial seventeen year old girl. Rule two: don't ask her, jokingly or not, if she's dreamt about you recently. The answer is likely no, and the answer you're likely to get is a fist in the face. She's not particularly fond of being reminded about the weak magician blood running through her. And rule three, perhaps the most important: don't expect to win a dare against Ines. Of all the infinite universes there are, if you believe in that sort of thing, the chance of a single one containing an Ines that will give up on a dare is infinitely small. She's not the cute, innocent, fragile thing her genes will lead you to believe. In fact, many have described Ines as "Ares incarnate," "little shit," or "a cute but probably clinically insane demon." Arguments could be made for all three.

She doesn't slow down for anyone -- sometimes not even for herself, it seems. Above all else, Ines has simply lived so fully, so dangerously, that stepping away from that knife's edge feels tame in comparison. It's a specific kind of mithridatism: with each added bit of danger, Ines has dulled that sense that tells her enough. And now, what is enough for most people is nowhere near enough for her. What would make others go into hyper-drive only barely manages to start Ines' blood boiling. She pushes and pushes and pushes, and there's nothing telling her stop. So she doesn't.

Ines is a woman who runs on caffeine and gasoline. Fire in her veins, fire in her hands. She's one of that group -- everyone knows them: teenage punks, young blood boiling with rebellion, weekend parties and speeding down the sharp turns of the Appalachian hills, graffiti and exploring abandoned houses and fireworks when there shouldn't be, inevitably caught in a world without forethought or hindsight, living in the now and here. And she's not just part of that group. No, that's tame. Ines is right at the heart of it. She keeps them on their toes; she pushes them onwards. No one ever claimed it was a healthy lifestyle -- Ines least of all. But it's a far more interesting one than the life they are expected to live, caught in this small town with a lot of haughty magicians.

Like the matches she lights so often, now Ines is alive, dancing, sparking, living. But how long can she keep burning this quickly, this vibrantly? Some whisper that it's a wonder she's still alive as is -- and they're not exactly wrong.

✧ ──────────────────── kᴇʟsᴇʏ cʜᴏᴡ

brown-black hair ▫ hazel eyes ▫ 5' 7" ───── ◆

[ m ] aybe the love of danger simply runs through Ines' veins. It's not like she's had it bad, not like some people have. She didn't grow up unloved or unwanted, she wasn't an outcast (far from it). Both her parents are alive, and though they worry, they have every right to, considering the ways Ines keeps herself occupied. She has a mother and a father who love her, an older brother who loved her. The brother who taught eight year old Ines how to conquer her fears, the sixteen year old who held her hand while they sat in that godawful hospital waiting room, hearts still as their father went through surgery, the eighteen year old who threatened her first boyfriend and then took her out to ice cream when they broke up, the nineteen year old who hugged her tighter than she'd ever been hugged before, and then left.

Daniel wasn't supposed to die; that wasn't his plan when he enlisted. He just wanted adventure, he just wanted to see more than tiny little Aleister. How that backfired -- yes, he saw so much more. But now he'll never see Aleister again, never see his parents again. Ines will never see himagain. Sometimes it's ok. And sometimes all Ines can do is smother the thought in silent tears on his bedroom floor, or drown it out with adrenaline in her veins.

  
ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴜʀɴ



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[ A ] t first glance, one might not even notice Mina. She's well-practiced at the art of blending in with the crowd and following the tide. She is not one for grand gestures nor for great adventures. She prefers to keep her head down and watch others take the stage.

[ S ] ome in Alistair might be resentful that they do not have powers, but Mina is not among them. She's rather grateful of it, actually. She's not sure what she would do with that power, and she's terrified she wouldn't know what to do with it. With great power comes great responsibility, after all, and Mina knows that it's one she's not ready for.

[ A ] lthough she's difficult to get to know, once you know her you're friends for life. It's difficult to dislike Mina, with her pretty smile and her everlasting kindness and patience. And in return, she'll rarely hate you. But if she does she can be a force to be reckoned with. She'll kill you with kindness, with daggers under her smile and serpents in her tongue.
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ι'll wαιт нere αɴd ѕee wнιcн wαy тнe wιɴd wιll вlow━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ι'м тαĸιɴɢ мy тιмe wαтcнιɴɢ тнe тeɴѕιoɴ ɢrow
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[ S ] he grew up in Alistair, and so has been surrounded by magic her entire life. She is no stranger to the unknown, to the mystical universe she happens to live in. She's more astounded by the fact that there are places in the world that don't have magic as an occurrence in their everyday lives than by the fact that she herself sees it everyday.

[ S ] he's not sure how she feels about the growing tensions between magicians and normals in the town, and she's not sure where she stands or if she wants to stand at all. Aren't the magicians their friends, their neighbours? She's not sure about her feelings on the matter, and she's not sure whether she wants to throw her lot in with either side. She'd much rather remain on her neutral ground for as long as possible and hold off picking a side until she knows for certain it's the right one.
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