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♔ ◟▬ ❞ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ
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◟♔ ░░░░░░░░░ D R ∀ C O ⫶ | ✘ | ⫶ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ɪᴛᴀɪ ᴘᴇɴᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ
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⫶ | ✘ | ʜᴀᴅᴇs | ✘ | ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ | ✘ | ʙᴏʀɴ ᴏᴄᴛober 28ᴛʜ ⫶ | ✘ | ⫶
ʜᴀᴅᴇs // ʀᴜʟᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴡᴇᴀʟᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ
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❝ Now-a-days, he's a UFC light-heavy weight champion.
T H E ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴍᴇ? ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅsɪᴅᴇ
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ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅɪᴇsᴛ ᴄᴀᴅᴀᴠᴇʀ; ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀsᴛᴀʀᴅ
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sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ sᴇʟғɪsʜ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ. ɪғ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ'ᴅ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ
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⦗ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⦘ 6'5.46" ft.
⦗ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⦘ 225.68 lbs
⦗ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs ⦘ Left arm | ✗ | Right arm | ✗ |
⦗ ᴇʏᴇs ⦘Hues of sky-blue, turquoise, green, and sorrel-brown; begot from genetic mutation.Heterochromia
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His lips are painted red with grandma's strawberries, and he wears a crown of thorns, begot from sticks and weeds foraged from the backyard, atop his head. His trusty stead for a stallion is that of a tricycle which he rides around the grande corridors of his abode. Human contact comes in the form of hired maids, who replace every aspect of a biological mother. His mother is not present, as he is begot from an affair, and she failed to get custody. Son père is a wealthy man with endless resources, who's success stems from his familial crime syndicate bloodline. The only other child his age he takes interest in is his half brother, Thanatos, who he heeds with a negative emotion. They've been in the same womb, but were products of a different seed. Thanatos was none other than an obstacle. There is no brotherly affection to be felt.
His amusement comes in the form of torturing his caregivers; a snake caught from the garden here, and a centipede found in his sandbox there. He never knew snakes and centipedes could conjure such bloodcurdling screams from people. When he receives an amateur child's camera for christmas, he uses it to take pictures of a scandalous affair between his father's visiting brother and one of the more attractive maids, Claudia. The catch is, he was already in a relationship with one of his favourite maids, Ingrid. The other maids and servants find these pictures strewn throughout the house, and Claudia kills herself via rope and ceiling fan. Ingrid later jumps off the balcony; now that he had not wanted to happen.
He blames his uncle, so while his uncle falls into a drunken stupor, he replaces one of his vodka bottles with doses of poison, and plays with his choo-choo train while his uncle dies right there on the couch in front of him, leaving him to the droning of the television set.
With time comes different opportune, and he attends rigorous academies and boarding schools across the globe. As puberty settles in and hormones rage, interest in the opposite sex accompanies. He, naturally, develops a taste for the exotics; black skin, brown skin, red skin, yellow skin. They're all made of gold to him, and his wicked tongue just has to taste to get that metallic treasure to surface from beneath indispensable skin. The classic blonde hair, blue eyes, and hourglass shape becomes obsolete to him. He takes them in all shapes and forms, and he prefers their skin any colour but pale. He loves when they come with the accents and the cultural shocks. Valley girls are so predictable; African, Egyptian, Asian, Middle Eastern; they're not predictable like organic chemistry, and he likes that.
Along with varieties in women, he takes a sadistic pleasure to a variety of pain. When his knuckles pulse from repeatedly beating flesh and bone, nothing feels better. He falls hard for fighting, and knows he will participate in a career orienting around his newfound passion; he always gets what he wants. Daddy told him he's going to inherit Lamborghini and LVMH, but he'll take that hit when the time comes. CEO means nothing to him now, and he has until his father draws his last breath to worry about such a title. Still, he is forced to prepare. He attends a school in the UAE, and then goes to Harvard Law School in Northern America to become familiar with business, even though it is not a necessary need to be successful.
Being by his father's side in a business meeting is a chore, and he cares not to deal with the older men and women, or the occasional young businessmen and women he often is forced to touch hands with. They're pawns on his chessboard, even though he hasn't even officially entered the game yet. But he knows how to play it well, because he's been living for quite some time.
× Father ▪︎ ▪︎ Talbot Pendragon ⦗ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ⦘
× Grandmother ▪︎ ▪︎ Darcy Pendragon ⦗ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ⦘
× Grandfather ▪︎ ▪︎ Axel Pendragon ⦗ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ⦘
× Half brother ▪︎ ▪︎ Thanatos ⦗ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ⦘
× Ex fiancé ▪︎ ▪︎ Kalani Carano ⦗ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ⦘
It starts with the impulse to burn everything and everyone to the ground, and where does one go from there? Draco is a machine of a man, who's foundations consist of black & white, control, and twisted logic; there are no grey areas -- no in-betweens; his true love is addiction. Draco has taken the role of anyone's enemy and he plays the game like no other can. Contrary to popular belief, in times where he is assumed to be a sociopath, Draco contains a sense of empathy and understands the strife he puts people through; he just doesn't care who gets hurt in the process so long as he reaches his goal. Like a glass of water on a hot day, he can be your anchor — your relief — but like a relentless wintry storm, he can be cold and relentless.
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I D I O S Y N C R A S I E S ⦗ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ⦘ ⦗ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ⦘
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He draws in, just as easily, those who would regularly resist temptation as he would those who were easily tempted. On his worst days, where he is wrath and rage, a worst nature is divulged. He has had a vast history of executing frivolous, vexing, and malicious actions, especially (but not extensively) against those whom have managed to do him wrong. Only after he feels he has lost control can the full depth of his destructive behaviour be fathomed and the consequences calculated with depth. Misfortunately for those associated, he tends to enact his rage on those he finds most important. To love and be loved by him is the cruelest fate anyone could endure, for his indulgence of the flesh is as painful as it is pleasurable.
He's an open book with complex vocabulary; he's hard to understand. Hidden in plain sight, he promises you the earth and the stars with one face and whittles away at wills while he steals your emotional security with the other. The most rewarding thing at the end of the day is to watch the worlds of his enemies come crashing and burning down. He has no regard for good or for evil, no need for the usual vices and virtues of humanity. Where others see fate and patterns, morality and honour, gods and righteousness, he sees only lies stretched over mayhem, and plays with them like a child playing cat’s cradle. He has ice in his veins, hate in his heart, love on his mind, and the hearts of his enemies in his hands. He may 'hate' or he may 'love,' albeit only in unconventional ways unbound from traditional emotion. He is neither gentle nor kind, except for in the most terrible of ways. Sure, in an instant he may incinerate valuable relations or entirely break a person, but at least he feels like he is in control; like the master of his own universe.
There is a violent, foreboding grace to him that cause people to shrink away in fear but admire from afar; after all, fear is the ultimate motivator, and everyone needs a little motivation to respect someone. People follow him blindly like sheep and only those who endure and survive come as lions. Sociopathic to a degree, the matter is debatable, but he is adherent to a certain principle of love; love is none other than an illusion, and anyone who believes in it is a fool. He admits that he feels strongly of certain persons and objects, but 'love' isn't a word he often uses in his vocabulary unless he needs to use it to get what he needs. Lies are, after all, his mother tongue. He enjoys the beauty of women's bodies, but what is in them as a human being is irrelevant to him. It is said around town that his love is most generous where it is most hurtful. He may be destructive or merry, precise or bacchanalian, dealing out death or candy or all at once, but he is never, ever tame.
╭•╮ draco itai pendragon
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ *sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜʟᴇss*
╭•╮ larkin leomaris
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ʜᴇ's ᴠᴇʀʏ, ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ!
incarnate of:: thanatos -- god of death
powers:: death whisper, death prediction, death touch, shadow-walking
personality:: Ransom isn't exactly a kind soul to be around, but he does have his moments. Granted they all happen to be when he's around Ham, but it counts, right? He's the type to sit back and watch something happen until it hits the cusp of the situation. He's had to deal with his half older brother, Draco, who he deems to be a conceited little shit, but there isn't much he can do about that. Except, you know, be slightly competitive. Which is actual bullshit because when he sees his brother, he sees red and has this sudden urge to try to do better, knock him down a peg. However, he has a bit of a problem there since he doesn't really win. Not that he doesn't try, just a crushing lack of equal confidence. This, in turn, leads him to feeling worse than he might have been, and looking for comfort in the dangerous side of life. Because that's something Draco hasn't outwardly claimed already. That, and Ham. His relationship with Ham is often seen as anything but platonic, but that's what it is. They're just incredibly secure in their sexuality that they can do those things; hug and shit in public all the time. Ham makes things better, makes his troubles just become feh.
history:: To the credit of his mother, Ransom was not an only child. He could've interacted with his brother more, but that would have to be produced from him actually meeting the prick aside from in passing. Draco was older, product of an affair with a richer man, and thus showered in love from the father who took custody of him. Ransom got the short end of the stick, apparently, and was stuck in the care of a single mother after his father became a vegetable. He'd go see the unresponsive man for maybe three more years before the expenses started piling up and they couldn't keep him alive. He was nine when it happened, and was there to watch them pull the plug. He didn't really know the man, but his mother seemed distraught enough by it to fall into a bout of depression for several months before got herself on some medication.
All the while this was happening, his rather spectacular friend Haytham--whom he affectionately called Ham--was always at his side. The who of them had more sleepovers than might have seemed healthy for two boys. Physical contact was a must, usually in the form of hugs and wayward touches. People saw this and jumped to all sorts of conclusions, that were actually quite hilarious. So, the two continued the way they interacted out of habit and to see the reactions of those around them. One person in particular, Nora goddamn Whitaker, never leaves him alone about it. Just doesn't. He doesn't see a problem with the way he and his buddy interact, but she did. Lord, give him strength.
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╭•╮ ransom jonathan maybach
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴇss!
incarnate of:: Mania -- spirit of madness, insanity, and frenzy
powers:: insanity inducement, fear inducement, panic inducement, illusion manipulation
personality:: Almost everyone is certain that Lavenda's a fucking dick. There aren't many people that really get the way he acts, or well, is. He's always been a little unusual. He believes that most everyone is beneath him, sometimes he thinks the same of those among the FF, but that's not what he wants to voice aloud. No use getting his ass handed to him, of course. He figures they might as well still be around him, seeing as they all have similar interests in fucking with people. That's what makes the group work--they're all assholes to some degree. Lavenda might be the worst, but he doesn't put his money where his mouth is enough to be. He's seen as the one of all talk, before he gets physical, of course. Physicality is a last resort for him, but he's not afraid to skip verbal abuse for it. The verbal brutality is probably worse, though, in the opinion of many of his victims. They'd take the physical over the verbal any day; it'd mean that he somewhat cared for others. Instead, he finds people as simple pawns for entertainment. He likes watching the way they react to his words, seeing them squirm and redden with anger or humiliation and shame. He likes to say he enjoys the simple things, but it really just means he likes driving people past the point of no return.
history:: Not everyone who's a dick has had a terrible life, or was exceptionally blessed. Lavenda's family was average. The only thing that might have set them apart was the fact that his parents moved from South Africa. That's it. Wow, fascinating. Sure, it made him seem like a strange creature for a little bit among his peers, but that's beside the point. His life was normal.
He started acting out when he was ten, which is usually the age that rebellion starts. He grew accustomed to his parents punishing him by taking away his toys, stashing more away where they didn't bother to look. He developed a love of words--and ways to inflict pain with them. There was the time he called one of his peers fat in a way that left her confused, and when the teacher explained it, she was in tears. He enjoyed that, of course, watching her run, fucking fatass. There were more times like that, when he practiced the art of verbally accosting his peers and "friends". However, nothing really seemed to be enough for him.
Lavenda finished schooling, but never went beyond high school. He didn't see it as necessary; he could learn whatever he wanted via books and the internet if he really felt the need to. He began a very short career work as a grocer, then a bartender until they found out he was underage, and then just bounced around for a bit. Until he met the FF.
Friends, or whatever they were, that only made his totally dickish antics that much worse. Running with them hasn't been helpful to him being a "better person", as he jokingly declared at a New Years gathering. They're just a bit of a gang, and no, they likely won't apologize for it. He won't say he's the brains, but he may very well be a big part of them.
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ℛᴇᴀᴅ ℱɪʀsᴛ ➪ (view spoiler)
◤ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴊᴜɴᴇ ₁₉ ᴍᴀʟᴇ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ◢
Elliot was given dark brown hair, and blue eyes as a child. His hair is normally seen in slight curls in a combed, yet messy manner. His light blue eyes normally conveying any emotion he feels at the moment. Elliot's white skin tone easily tans in the sunlight but of course it soon resumes its original shade. He stands at five feet, seven inches and one-forty five pounds. Coming from a family full of Germany people he has a slight accent. However after being born in America a lot of his accent has been lost. Professionally, as a English teacher Elliot dresses in a clean, crisp shirt with jet black pants. Normally there is some type of tie found on his shirt as well as a silver watch. His casual wear would simply be a t-shirt and jeans with maybe a beer as well. Around his apartment, Elliot dresses in pajama pants, and shirtless.cuz he can
◤ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ; ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴍᴇɴᴛ; ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ◢
The first impression of Elliot would be an attractive, blunt male with high expectations. Which is true. As he was previously Momus, God of Satire, Elliot can make anything seem as if its pointless and stupid. He has high expectations, so when people fail him, he makes sure that they are aware of his disappointment. Because of his blunt words, many of his students feel rather empty after they receive crushing blows to their grade. Its been noted how on certain occasions, Elliot has taken the drive and ambition out of some students as they end up feeling like failures.
Thats not to say he wants that. No, Elliot does believe in second chances, and does like it when people go after what they want even with obstacles in their path. Hes the kind of guy who'd help you if you asked and tried to help yourself. Elliot just happens to be exceptionally tough on them which doesn't seem to help him get popularity with his students. He especially gets picky when it comes to writing, as its one of his true passions. Either the essays are perfect or they're not and often times they're the latter. The books he chooses to give his classes to read are normally classics as he believes those are far better than a lot modern day works. His students may disagree, but at the end of the day hes the teacher and he gets the final say.
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Elliot grew up in a pretty sweet life. He had two laid back parents, an older sister and younger brother. For a while, Elliot was the youngest up until he turned nine years old and his brother popped out of his mother. The five of them lived in the city so he grew up around different ethnic backgrounds, and loud noises. At the age of fourteen his father and mother began arguing. The two disagreed on everything from medicine, to money, to even television shows. Oftentimes Elliot would wake up in the morning and go downstairs only to find out his father slept on the couch. Around the age of fifteen his parents got a divorce -- shocker. It threw Elliot in for a loop as he believed for a while he was the reason why they broke up. For several months he refused to eat, talk, or do anything besides stay up in his room and go to school. His father moved to a different location somewhere in California while his mother chose to stay in the city. He'd go back and forth, and saw them both but it didn't help him. One time in particular, Elliot walked in on his father and another female making out in the kitchen. Surprisingly, that sight helped him. It was at that moment, that everything seriously hit him. Yes his parents were divorced. Yes they would now be seeing other people. Yes this was his life. Elliot quickly got over his initial feelings of betrayal and soon got his life back. In school, he often succeeded especially when it came to English. Writing was just a natural to him. Something that he could do without trying and reading took him to new places all over the world. How could he not like it? Soon enough Elliot graduated high school and went off to college. There he studied teaching, and being a recently graduated student, Elliot moved to _______. He started teaching English and also began writing some short stories online.
ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ─ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ─ ғɪғᴛʏ sɪx ─ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ
ᴀɴɴ ─ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ─ ғɪғᴛʏ ғᴏᴜʀ─ sɪɴɢʟᴇ
ᴊᴜɴᴇ ─ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ─ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ─ sɪɴɢʟᴇ
ʜᴀʀʀʏ ─ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ─ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ─ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ
ʀᴏsᴍᴀʀɪᴇ ─ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ─ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ ─ sɪɴɢʟᴇ﹖
╭•╮ elliot parker
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ! ɴɪᴄᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏɴᴇ.
╭•╮ polly rose jones
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴs.
╭•╮ soren rhee
╰•╯ A P P R O V E D
↳ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs.
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SAM CLAFLIN --> PHAETHON
❝and though greatly he failed, more greatly he dared.❞
--from the epitaph of phaethon
▼▲ auden reiff ▼▲ twenty two ▼▲ heterosexual ▼▲ single ▼▲theme made by ɯɐɔ. (view spoiler)
Auden Bartholomew Reiff, also known as Wystan or Aud, was born on September fourteenth in the year nineteen ninety three. This makes him twenty two years of age and a Virgo. His namesake is the author and poet Wystan Hugh Auden. He, unlike many of his acquaintances, was born in Geneva, Switzerland. Auden speaks four languages: Swiss French, English, Italian and German, and is the heir to a pharmaceutical company based in his birthplace.
People often say that Auden looks remarkably like Sam Claflin, but he honestly doesn't see it.
Auden's hair is a dirty blonde, messy and tousled. He isn't one to really clean up for daily activities, but when it comes to formal events he's prim and polished, the poster boy for male heirs. Aud has light brown eyes, with a hint of amber, and premature crow's feet from laughing so much.
His skin is the perfect balance between "almost tan" and "fair." When exposed to the sun, he doesn't burn like the rest of his family, but merely tans-- and tans and tans and much to the chagrin and surprise of his family, never burns. It's almost like it's physically impossible for him to do so. Auden stands at almost 6 feet, exactly measuring at 5'11", and has an athletic body. Aud has broad shoulders and a bit of a rounded jawline.
✔ Switzerland, especially his home in the mountains.
✔ Girls, not for their bodies, but for their brainsbut usually their bodies
✔ Being alone.
✘ Theobury , and only holds a marginal fondness for the area.
✘ Control over him by other people, especially through...
✘ ...debt.
Auden has a fear of losing control indefinitely. He's known as the golden boy, the heir, the one who can do whatever he wants whenever he wants. Despite all of this he always has this nagging thought in the back of his head to not drink too much, or not take that tab of E he was just handed, or.. usually he ends up getting past the fear, but it's more of a red-flag tactic over anything now. In addition to the first phobia, Aud has a vain, yet reasonable fear of losing his inheritance.. Auden has no backup plan if he loses the money or company, no savings fund or anything of the like. He'd have to work, and he's fine with that, but millions upon millions of dollars down the drain? And because of him? He shudders at the thought.
Audens's fatal flaw is pride. He values his pride higher than the money he'll get when his parents finally kick the bucket, which means he values it very high. If someone gets in the way of his pride and embarrasses him-- whether it's public or private, or online-- he'll get his revenge.
This being said, Audens's habits and hobbies mainly consist of picking up girls, drinking, writing novels that'll never ever get finished and skiing.. The majority of his time is spent in Theobury, but when he gets the chance to get back home, he often spends it skiing, snowboarding, or writing. Writing is a habit that continues to uplift him and destroy him, much like drinking. Auden is thrilled to get a new idea and write to his heart's content, but in a flash that inspiration will be gone and he'll be left with an empty shell of a story. Drinking, well... that's self-explanatory.
In regards to their intelligence, Auden scores a 119 on a standard IQ scale. He never really cared about school; everyone was dumber than he was and because of this he slacked off, pulling poor marks throughout grammar and high school. Auden really is intelligent, though, and is a bit of a wordsmith.
Right now, Auden is bored. He's back in Theobury again, off of his annual winter revue, so to speak, and not much is going on. He needs something big, something life-changing, something exciting. Not just barhopping or venturing into the red-light district. That's child's play.
Auden is relatively sane, surprisingly. One would think that with the entire weight of the Swiss corporate world on his shoulders he'd crack, but he's pretty good with staying stress-freeor he at least appears like it. Auden had a spell of depression a few years ago, when he was still in a boarding school in the middle of France, or somewhere over there, and has gotten over itwith his good friend Xanax.
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PART TWO
Auden was born into a wintry, snowy, lavish world. He had everything he wanted and more, and that was all thanks to his father and mother. They started a pharmaceuticals company to add onto the ever-present Swiss biochemical industry, and as predicted it boomed.
The family, while distant, took trips around the world, and now has three homes-- a large flat in London, a multimillion dollar home in Canada, and a beautiful home in Switzerland. Of course, he never lived in these homes, at least not for long periods of time-- Auden was a student at the Institut de Rosey, a prestigious boarding school near Lake Geneva, which wasn't even an hour away from where his true home was.
This, of course, infuriated him, but the things he learned at the Institut prepared him thoroughly for corporate life and international travel.
When Auden was nineteen, his parent's corporation -- Evochem -- was under close scrutiny by multiple governments (and the EU) for violating many international import/export laws, as well as animal testing. Auden, fortunately, had already graduated from Le Rosey and was studying abroad at the University of Oxford. No one really knew him there, although a few individuals would talk about his family in the worst ways imaginable. It was humiliating.
Currently, Auden is studying at UCLAN, getting a degree in international business to help bolster his future in the topic. He lives in Theobury, commuting to the University when he has courses. He graduates in a year, and is doing most of his work from his laptop in his flat. Auden frequents the cafe and the club, neglecting his studies for socialization. Even though he isn't a huge fan of Theobury, he still will make the most of the time he spends there.
Auden discovered his abilities a few months after moving to Theobury-- he was moving things around in his flat, blinked, and the next moment a throw pillow was on fire. Of course he panicked, but, given that he was in the rainy English climate, it was raining; Auden threw the pillow out the window and watched as the rain soaked it through, extinguishing the flames.
The next event was when he floated a foot off the ground, then proceeded to fall flat on his ass. Another was when his shirt sleeves caught on fire. And yet another, when he jumped to grab something off a tall shelf and promptly slammed his head against the ceiling. Through it all, however, he remained unscathed.
So while he is aware of the powers and is semi-sure of how it occurs (chemical spill, maybe? He had quite a bit of exposure at the labs, although it's improbable...), he isn't truly sure of the origin or why him.
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Auden's father, Tomas Reiff, looks remarkably like Pierce Brosnan and is the co-founder of the pharmaceutical company EVOCHEM with hisbusiness partnerwife.
His mother, Jana Harris, is very similar in appearance to Dana Delany and is also the co-founder of EVOCHEM, alongside her husband, Tomas Reiff.Auden's sister, Emily, is one year his junior, at the age of twenty one, and resembles Anna Kendrick. She resides in New York City and is studying at Columbia University with a major in education. Her namesake is Emily Dickinson, also a poet.His brother, Lewis, is eighteen, and looks similar to Jackson Rathbone. He is finishing up his last year at the Institut de Rosey, and plans on moving to London like his brother. Lewis is named after Lewis Carroll, and also has a deep interest in writing.Last, but not least, Auden's youngest sister. Sara, named for Sara Teasdale, is seventeen and looks just like Kaya Scodelario. She, like Lewis, is also at Le Rosey, although Sara is one year younger than him in academics. She despises EVOCHEM and is the source of some information leaks to activism organisations. She is also the only one that knows of her brother's abilities.
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At first glance, most bystanders can easily tell that Victor came from a rich family. Although some may not pick him out as the most handsome in a crowd, he still holds some sort of level of attractiveness. Even though he is a little above average in terms of height and muscle, he carries somewhat of an intimidating air with his head held high and his face calm and relaxed. With lightly tanned skinned and intense looking brown eyes, the only things that are unnatural about him is his pierced ears, his black tattoo on his inner right forearm, and his bright silvery blonde hair that was obviously dyed away from their original dark shade. Usually, well dressed and groomed, his appearance put together seems to scream “snobby rich boy,” but, as soon as his brooding expression contorts into a dimply smile, the entire image seems to fall apart.A lone wolf, according to some, Victor is no doubt a strongly independent person with a sense of confidence. Mainly shaped by his past, he has learned how to depend on himself, even from a very young age. Being a person who did not grow up with many friends or any kind of humanly support system, he doesn’t trust or talk to others as easily as others would. He’s not the type to fully warm up and accept people after short encounters and would usually hold them at an arm’s length before carefully and slowly letting them in. This makes him quite lonely and more of an introvert than an extrovert. Despite being more reclusive, a prideful aura seems to dominate over his doubtful one, usually hiding the sensitivity that is beneath the surface.────────── ○ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ○ ──────────
Even though Victor may seem intimidating at first, he is obviously still a human, with a beating heart and as many feelings as the next person. Though he hates to admit it, but he just doesn’t like showing his emotions often. He barely confides in others and claims he can cope with his own feelings by himself. He’s clearly not the person to wear their heart on their sleeve, but takes certain criticism and opinions from people seriously. When it comes to socialization, he is not to used to large crowds and is pretty shy, but when let loose, he seems to have an entirely different side. He does has a sense of humor and is found to be rather sarcastic and free-spirited.
However, being an incarnate of Apate, it’s almost no surprise that some of the deceptive spirit’s qualities were passed on and now linger in its new body. As mentioned above, Victor is not very outgoing, but he does surprisingly have a way with words. He’s a natural liar and can twist his words to make someone believe him if he plays his cards correctly. Matched with a good memory and diligent and clever attitude, who knows when Victor’s lying? But what else can you expect from the very personification of deceit and fraud?A long time ago, when there was Greek gods to watch over the earth, there was also Pandora’s Box and along with the vessel came its occupants. These inhabitants were not mortals, but a number of beings in the form of spirits. Among these spirits was Apate, the evil female embodiment of deceit, guile, fraud, and deception. She, along with the others, lived in the jar until one day, Pandora, the infamous owner of the container, cracked open the lid out of pure curiousity. With that said and done, the spirits quickly escaped out into the world. Apate relished her freedom and roamed the world, wreaking havoc wherever she went. She taught and gave mankind her “gift” of deceit, greatly affecting their ways and causing them to do bad deeds. But soon enough, she disappeared, along with the rest of the deities for a different path. Given a new form, she was reborn in hopes of a new era.─────── ○ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ○ ───────
A couple years later, on the twenty-second of June, this new incarnation came to be known as Victor Mitchell Way, the only son of what was a happily married Korean couple who had recently moved away from their homeland. Both of his parents were those of the upperclassmen, his father being a high class businessman and his mother was an up and coming fashion designer. The two had been married for some time and had been pleasantly surprised when they found out that they were going to have a child. Unfortunately, once their son was born, his mother wasn’t able to live long enough to watch her own son grow up. She died shortly after childbirth, therefore leaving her devastated husband to take care of their child.
Her husband’s once excited feelings about fatherhood quickly disappeared as his wife left the land of the living. Conflicted emotions of confusion, sadness and resentment quickly came over him. He couldn’t watch their son with the state of mind he was in or the busy schedule he had. With the help of his money and status, his feelings eventually got the better of him as he left Victor alone to be nurtured by the many workers of the household.
With the help of the servants hired by his father, Victor grew up lavishly. He had enough people to take care of him and to be bring him to places, was well supplied with important necessities, and had plenty of material things that many kids, or even adults, would want. Despite the high life he lived in, he hated it, for he lacked one thing. Attention. Pure human interaction with love and all that. The attention given by the staff was dry and fake and the many parties he was invited to were short-lived and awkward. With his father still ignoring him, the only other option was school. That didn’t work either after quickly finding out that he didn’t click with his peers. After deeming the situation hopeless, he looked for and focused on one thing and that was studying. He didn’t have much else to work for, so he surrounded himself with books and classes, aiming for the best possible grades he could have. He gave himself a small excuse that this was all in preparation for the future, but deep inside, he knew he just wanted some response from his father, who seemed to have never to get over his emotions and was keen on avoiding him. With that in mind, he began to work.
Years passed and soon enough, Victor was fifteen, nearing the age of sixteen. He was practically a star student with high grades and different academic awards to count. With the school year coming to a close, he decided to reflect on his progress. His grades and efforts were more than enough, but did he get what he wanted? After some thought and observation, it dawned upon him. Sure, there was a rare pat on the back, but nothing really evolved. There was no obvious change and he didn't realize it because he was so sure it was working. His classmates didn’t really care unless it was to ask a favor of him, the butlers and maids were barely concerned, and his father was still careless about the situation. All of his hard work was all pointless. Victor tried to shrug it off by telling himself that he was used to it, but it wouldn’t want to leave him alone for some strange reason. He desperately tried to push it away, but with each thought, he began to question himself and his priorities more. A few days passed, and he couldn’t take it anymore. In a swirl of confusion, despair, and frustration, the once determined and firm student disappeared slowly in a fit of rebellion. He became more irritable, his efforts and enthusiasm in studying dipped, and he left his home and classes whenever he felt like it. Not only did his attitude begin to change, but his physicality did as well. His dark hair was eventually dyed into an unusual shade of blonde, and he ended up getting his ears pierced and his arm tattooed. It was a miracle how he graduated, much less survived the rest of high school, with his type of behavior. But even with the drastic change, the opinions of those around him barely changed, but only his father looked at him with a bit more of disapproval and disappointment. However, now Victor could care less.
Fast forward to the present time. Victor is now a young man of twenty-two who is still going through his life, but at the same time, the memories of the past start to come back as his forgotten powers slowly start to resurface once again.
☩ Jun Way → Alive → Father → 49
☩ Cecelia Way née Nakamura → Deceased → Mother → 26 (at death)/48 (if alive)
(More to be added as the plot progresses)╳ Shapeshifting──────────── ○ ｓｋｉｌｌｓｅｔ ○ ────────────
╳ Illusion Manipulation
╳ Teleportation
╳ Lie Detection
No weapons, although his fists are a natural optionand he does have some knowledge on how to shoot a gun and handle a knife... Don't ask how he knows.No important notes as of now...───────────── ○ ｏｔｈｅｒ ○ ───────────────────────────────────────────────────"Failure is what makes me stronger
Fear is what makes me run."- Goodbye, B.A.P.──────────────── ○ Ω ○ ────────────────
╭•╮ victor mitchell way
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↳ *sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜᴇs* ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ᴊᴏʙ!
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TOM STURRIDGE ---> DAEDALUS
❝I'm a creator. An inventor. I need things, not people. People get in the way. People try to steal your ideas. People try to screw you over.❞
▼▲ Quincy Conroy ▼▲ twenty six ▼▲ homosexual ▼▲ single ▼▲theme made by ɯɐɔ. (view spoiler)
Quincy Adler Conroy, also commonly known as Quince or less commonly known by his childhood nickname of Quack, was born on November fifteenth in the year nineteen eighty nine. This makes him twenty six years of age and a Scorpio. He was born in London, England to a small, working class family.
People often say that Quince looks remarkably like Tom Sturridge, but he really doesn't see it.
Quincy's hair is a dark chestnut. It's usually cropped short, although in the past he let it grow, letting the dark tendrils curl around his ears and the nape of his neck. Quince
His skin, given that he was born in the Northern hemisphere, is very pale and without blemish. Quincy takes after his mother, and has a small smattering of freckles.
Quack stands at about five feet, ten inches, and weighs around 150 pounds. He has a good amount of muscle and is a fast runner, and enjoys swimming.
✔ creating✘ people, basically
✔ isolation✘ hangnails
✔ caffeine✘ flight
Quincy has a fear of losing everything. Sure, he has extended family and family friends, but the thought of losing everyone, including any and all thoughts, ideas, and musings.. he wouldn't be able to bear being alone in his head. In addition to his first phobia, Quince has a childish fear of spiders. This isn't to say that he's not fascinated by them -- he loves how they operate and work -- but if he's confronted by one in his study he'll scream like a little schoolgirl and try and kill it as soon as humanly possible.
▼▲▼▲metal ▼▲ intelligence & tech ▼▲ craftsmanship ▼▲▼▲
Quince's fatal flaw is being too focused, so much so that he's consumed by his projects and theories. He occasionally reaches a point where he has to get something done and can't split his attention, even going so far as to not sleeping for extended periods of time (his personal record is four days; at day two he started hallucinating).
This being said, his habits and hobbies mainly consist of tinkering, theorizing, reading and simply making. Quincy deliberately chooses to isolate himself from other people while he does so (unless he's at an exhibition, but still keeps to himself) and has to have music playing at all times. Quince enjoys classical music but the occasional electronic song is always good, too. The boy has a bad habit of biting his nails, which are often reduced to stubs, and has a hard time keeping his personal hygiene in check when he's deeply embedded in his work.
In regards to his intelligence, Quincy scores a 134 on a standard IQ scale. His school performance was utterly remarkable but his inability to communicate and work with other students made him a bit of an outcast. Quincy also had a bit of a sharp tongue when teachers would try and rush or egg him on, which got him in trouble often.
Currently, Quincy isn't sure what to think. He knows that something's wrong, something's different and just simply odd. It can't be him, though, can it? It was never him. He was always a good egg. A quiet kid that put his head down and shut his mouth and did his work and joined some clubs and..
And what? What else has he done? What has he ever done?
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╭•╮ quincy adler conroy
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↳ ᴀsᴅғɢʜᴊᴋʟ - ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs
╭•╮ oren, katio, liam
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↳ *sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜᴇs* ʜᴀʟʟᴇʟᴜᴊᴀʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇʀʙᴇʀᴜs ɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇs!
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