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Immortes OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Tue, 24/05/2022 16:32 (3 Years ago) |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Tue, 24/05/2022 01:33 (3 Years ago) |
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Lysander Polaris Age: 16 Gender: Male, he/him Cause of Death: He appears to have gotten into a fight and dying later of his injuries. It's complicated, and if you ask him, the cause of death always changes with each recount. The truth was that he let his attachment to his brother get the best of him, but what that actually means to each person will vary. Appearance: (xx) [voice] Lysander is a rather tall and lanky person, his body built for agility and speed as opposed to combat. His long limbs and erect bearing only serves to drive this observation in deeper. He is certainly attractive, but his beauty seems almost cold or artificial, a testament to his withdrawn personality. He has stronger shoulders than one would expect, with most of his muscle hidden beneath the surface. His dark hair and pale skin draw attention to his unusually gold eyes, which stare outwards with a cold, ruthless intensity. The ends of his hair-tips brighten to a dim copper color. If you look closer, you can see the scars, the little nuances that break through his seemingly flawless facade. Sharp scars rip through his neck area, each telling a story of hardships and raging desperations. The two that are the most visible are the killing blow that runs right across his jugular, and the scar that runs across his now-blind right eye. Lysander has very little makeup, but the tattoo of a moth is visible on the back of his left shoulder. He also has a tattoo of a raven on his right arm. The shadows of a many sleepless nights are visible under his eyes. Personality: — [pos] astute, frank, loyal, eloquent [neu] pragmatic, individualistic, relentless, methodical [neg] obstinate, cynical, vindictive, rueful True Neutral | ISTJ | 6w5 Lysander, above all things, is highly hypervigilant of others and can be slow to trust them with anything. He struggles with forming attachments and has developed a frosty outer emotional shell, complete with a sharp bite. As a result, he strives to keep his authentic self hidden behind a mask, so there seem to be two people in one body. Everything in his mind has a way, a method, and an order - this analytical mindset gives him an edge in solving patterns and riddles. At the same time, Lysander has a strong sense of independence, believing wholeheartedly that he can solve his problems on his own. A loner by nature, he usually doesn't take the time to sugarcoat his words, which makes him a highly frank person. His speech switches between a firm, albeit cold objectivity and witty sarcasm. Lysander's self is divided up into two parts, and his 'mask' tends to favor rules and order more than individual freedom because they make him feel safe. Ruining this sense of security is a sure-fire way to get him to snap. His withdrawn nature doesn't mean that he is an unpleasant person, per sé; it simply means that he prefers to keep to himself. Unsurprisingly, Lysander usually finds himself with only a few friends to entertain himself, which doesn't bother him. He may struggle to form attachments, but he tends to throw everything into the relationship with those he does bond with. Deep down, Lysander is a hopelessly anxious person, riddled with many symptoms of paranoia and imposter syndrome. Role: Afterlight Password: Probably Creative Writing Other: A sad but bad boy. :c Palpad: Yes please~ [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Fri, 20/05/2022 23:15 (3 Years ago) |
  𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕! 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑰𝑻 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯? 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯 𝑼𝑷 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼! [ faceclaim ] yoo taeyang, zhongli from genshin impact [ name ] cyrus voronova [ name ]• cyrus - persian name meaning 'sun' [ name ]• german name indicating the corvidae family of passerine birds [ nickname ] n/a [ gender ] cismale, he/him [ age ] twenty-two years, 12/21/2034, aquarius [ role ] the rogue, formerly a hitman now deserted, living alone with his brother calverus. [ items on hand ] [ ethnicity and origins ] chinese/korean/american [ body type and condition ] [ weight ] 148 lbs [ height ] 6'1 [ hair ] [ birthmarks, tattoos, piercings ] [ scars ] [ eyes ] [ disabilities, injuries ] [ personality ] words indent• indent• indent• [ history ] indent• indent• indent• [ enjoys ] [ dislikes ] [ fears ] [ kin ] [ romantic interests ] [ theme ] [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Fri, 20/05/2022 21:44 (3 Years ago) |
 the worst monsters are the one that lurk inside our souls - edgar allan poe [ the purge private rp between ArsenicLarceny and Aethernyx [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Wed, 18/05/2022 23:38 (3 Years ago) |
Title: i.) as though I had wings. || Draft Unlike most, Cyrus kept to himself during Purge hours. With little to no activity in his stretch of the neighborhood, and a general wide berth around his house, he found himself enjoying the relative silence that came with it. Alone in the backrooms of a bakery that showed the toil and whether of time gone by, the black haired boy adjusted his raven-like mask, his unusually bright golden hues watching the owner and his young assistant pack. Shion was not quite young, but not what he would call old or middle-aged either. His dexterous movements were sprightly with skill, but precise and purposeful, with a grace that the younger male respected. Flour was already mopped up, but parts of the table and countertop were still stained white where Amanda had not been able to reach it. He had tried to lend a hand earlier, but the experienced baker gently shooed him away each time. His humor fell flat. A somber look was reflected in those magenta hues, the fretting of one who knew the dangers that lurked outside as only a father could. Cyrus remembered pondering before whether the green-haired baker had always been this stressed, or if this yearly tradition had set upon him this grim onset of anxiety. For the past half-hour, he watched them fuss over security, triple-check their alarms, and very thoroughly buttress the doors. All a frantic flurry of activity, like birds trapped against their cages, fluttering frantically to escape beyond the bars that held them. Knowing the shop was old, they left no valuables behind. Surpassing even his own expectations, the two were finished in less than an hour and he followed them outside into the brisk night beyond. The fragrant warmth leeched from his skin as if they were, too, afraid of what the darkness would bring. Outside, the air felt thick and heavy. Was it heavy with dread, the summer, or merely with rain. He turned to his left as Amanda's soft voice rippled into the shadows, disappearing as soon as it came. He watched her weary, lithe form snuggle close to her father's side, nearly disappearing altogether as darkness encompassed the sky above. And it pained him to remember her coarse palms, never nursed back to the rich smoothness of a newborn babe, nor the phantom smudges of dirt upon her cheeks. It would not be the first time, or the last, that he remembered she, too, had lost family to the Purge. Which was scheduled to happen tonight, also. Secretly, Cyrus entertained the notion that Amanda knew nothing of The Purge, despite its fallacies, and he inclined his head to Shion. "Well, then I hope the weather holds up. I have somewhere to be, actually, but I'll walk you home as far as Lichen street." The moon was rising, a crescent disk and the stars winked into attendance, one by one. [WIP] - Cyrus receives the mission and goes to find Az - Few run-ins(?) no? snatches necessary supplies from empty store. no regrets - Accidentally overhears Andrea's convo with Gordon, Aster and Cassandra. [suspicion is high] he accidentally makes his presence known by stepping backwards into a puddle. Immediately leaves. - Weaves around a few times, puts on his mask to avoid being seen. Checks to see if he is being followed. (Gordon follows? please?) - Finally sees Az, gay bois reunite <3 [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 16/05/2022 01:15 (3 Years ago) |
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Username: Aethernyx Character Samples: [ x ] // [ x ] // [ x ] // [ x ] // [ x ] Character Name: Wolfsbane Nicknames: n/a Pokémon Species: Houndoom Gender/Pronouns: Male (he/him) Personality: - - Personality Type: - Moveset: Ability: - Early Bird PP group?: Please Other: M&M [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Wed, 04/05/2022 13:25 (3 Years ago) |
Title: A fallen angel, in the dark || The chasm of the night and a matter of time Character Name - Cyrus Voronova 'Valravne' - raven of the slain Age - eighteen. january 31st. aquarius, Appearance - Cyrus's appearance has so many dichotomies- tall but lean, lacking in burly muscle, he's not nearly what you might call physically imposing. A cold gleam shine forth from his hazel-amber eyes which stand in contrast to the blue-grey of his brothers. But I hear the rumble As the tectonic plates start to shake Personality - indentCyrus, for one thing, is intelligent - with a creative and analytical mind, he is capable of reading a room - and a situation - a pragmatist at heart, he has a natural penchant for puzzles - viewing them as an intertwining of many different situations, rather than a tangled web. However, this intelligence is often applied in a different way than what is normally expected. Having been forced to endure what he would call more than his fair share of court politics, his intelligence manifests in a way that allows him to read into the psychology of his peers. He has a way of developing - or feigning - a type of empathy, or understanding. He addresses problems in a rational and level-headed way, and tries to leave a solution for others to ponder. Harsh insults and barbed words - unless directed at those whom he holds dear - are usually ignored, brushed away or dealt with quickly. Emotions and logic are easily confused in his mind, and he returns to what he is comfortable with — an escapist that refuses to admit it. indentIronically, given his empathetic facade, his domain of understanding does not stem from a true emotional foundation. Rather, Cyrus's psyche is his mind. He has a cerebral mindset, one that is most closely aligned with the facets of logic and factual evidence. True companionship is something of a rarity in his eyes, because through a rather black-and-white worldview has evolved a rather blunt way of dealing with his life. Psychology plays a part, but he tries to see things at face value for what they are, rather than trying to figure out the contours of human unpredictability. Cyrus tends to be rather frank in conversation, addressing the situation in a way that does not always allow for comfort and warmth. To more skeptical eyes, Cyrus is someone who is better called severe or even callous which isn't far from the truth. It's a paradoxical dichotomy between mind and self that many people have trouble understanding - and others often treat his aloof persona with disdain and resentment. This has made him a certain pariah in the Court, a problem for which there is little remedy. Ironically, even though Cyrus is aware of this, he makes no attempt to change it. He would rather have a close-knit circle of reliable friends than a wide circle of acquaintances. indentIn a state of focus, Cyrus is relentless, leaping from one debacle to the next without taking a break. Highly action-oriented, he has a certain disregard for what he would deem 'useless' rules and regulations. Furthermore, saddling him with easy and routine tasks, however necessary they are, is a quick way to bore him half to death and lose his interest. At times, this apparent overlook of rules makes him a bit of a maverick. This isn't to say that he believes he is above such mundane tasks as it is to say that he believes they are merely excuses and not a way of moving forward. He remains wary of suspected nepotism, believing that rank should be achieved through hard work and achievement. Sadly, this is not always the case. Having been betrayed too many times before, Cyrus has grown cynical. He does not trust people to act with altruism unless it is a last resort. Cyrus holds strangers at a cold arms length, and sometimes he comes across as unfriendly to outsiders. indentUnsurprisingly, Cyrus is a highly independent person, preferring to take on lone-wolf positions instead of those that involve reliance on large numbers of people. This is due to forming strong opinions - and a preferred method of action - very quickly. Due to his stubbornness, it can take a lot to cause divergence. Despite his prickly exterior, however, lies a very different person. In contrast to his resilient bearing, he needs time to shed his repressed and mask and let loose. In tandem with his mental acuity, Cyrus has developed an expansive vocabulary, which he proudly displays through sardonic quips and one-liners. Darkly humored and sharply witted, Cyrus knows how to get a reaction out of somebody, whether to satisfaction or sorrow. In addition to his wit, his enduring spirit ensures that he will follow those who earn his respect, to the grave. He is devoted, willing to go to the ends of the earth if it keeps his friends safe. With an extensive memory, he rarely forgets the many ways people have thrown generosity and kindness his way, and he always honors their deeds. One good deed may not be enough to earn a lifetime of camaraderie, but that does not mean it is meaningless either. Unfortunately, this leads into one of the more negative aspects of his personality. paragraphThis extensive memory is a double-edged sword. Not only does Cyrus remember the ways his peers have honored their connection with him, he also remembers those who have merely used him for their own ends. Revenge is a common taste to his tongue, and he has not yet been desensitized to violence. He is unafraid to resort to brutality and coercion in order to demand another make amends. In essence, he has become a highly vindictive person. He can be surprisingly quick to violence in this sense, slitting the throats of his enemies with a unhinged smile on his face. This cuts a sharp contrast to his usual calm demeanor, a ruthless contrast that often leaves his opponents flat-footed. His anger stems from a history of being used and abandoned, feeling the effects firsthand. Unfortunately, some of this rage has manifested itself in anxiety and regret. Cyrus cannot help becoming so self-loathing at times, and tends to internalize the blame for things gone wrong in the past. Typically, he struggles to find closure, and this blame chases his thoughts for years on end. paragraphFirst impressions are crucial, and Cyrus tries to keep his demons concealed behind a mirror-smooth calm and watchful eyes. Sullen, but observant, he tries to avoid jumping into situations impulsively, instead choosing to watch and analyze from a distance before making a (usually educated) guess. Though distant, he tries to put up a polite facade, answering questions politely to avoid attracting further attention. And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum Backstory - He stared at the flames engulfing the house, hands slack at his sides, unable to process what he was seeing. The charred skeletons of the people who had trusted them last, whom he had trusted glared back at him. It had to be the Purge. Those cold blue-grey eyes of his brother stared back, a disturbing emptiness to them. He would've felt better if Cal was smiling. Those eyes flashed like a wolf in the night, until the owner of the eyes that reminded him of his mother lunged for him with unnerving speed. Pain. Blackness stabbed up at him like knives. Then nothing. Password - Umm, Psycho. Not really gory but definitely a good plot overall. Another scary movie that I watched (not horror) was War of The Worlds. I watched that when I was really young so umm, it was a bit overwhelming. It's a disaster movie, but lots of blood and other...unsettling content. I've been much better with horror since. Group Chat? - Knock knock open up Other - Voice is here Theme songs are Aint it Fun - Paramore, Passerine - The Oh Hellos and Cutthroat - Imagine Dragons [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Sun, 24/04/2022 17:50 (3 Years ago) |
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It was going to be a while before Cal got back from school. Rickety floorboards creaking underneath my feet, I peeled open the cabinets, flung open the doors and went up and down a flight of stairs several times to get some stationary. With every step, I could hear the moan and creak of floorboards ten times its years, always on the verge of falling apart. With each pass through the kitchen, I was reminded of the larder, which would always need stocking. I tried to ignore the sting, but a deep ache settled anyway. It didn't matter that we couldn't afford much more, not when a low income meant that we lived a hand-to-mouth existence. Empty pantries and empty stomachs were a staple here. All we had was what I was going to put on the table through what money I earned. District Twelve was impoverished at best, and inhospitable at worst. The sons of a Seam miner who had long passed, we had few amenities and privileges. There were many nights in which we went to bed with growling stomachs and sunken cheekbones. What we had, we had to ration. We had to make it last, especially since food was always scarce. With wintertime on the horizon, the game that I snared in the woods would be leaner than usual. Was it legal? Absolutely not. Was it necessary? Yes. I refused to accept any other alternative. My brother had to eat. My brother, who lost his baby fat before the age of five. My brother who sucked on the marrow of rabbit bones after we devoured the meat. My brother, who had the gentle eyes and brilliant laugh of a mother he was too young to even remember. My brother had to eat. And for that reason, I was at the table, pen in hand, gazing without really seeing at the paper below me. Cold lines ingrained themselves into my vision. A simple form, with a slip for my name, district, and home address. One basket of grain in exchange for another slip in the bowl. Again and again and again. Only I was to take out tesserae, and not my brother. I kept telling myself that he knew nothing of this, that the grain I brought back could be disguised as a woodland offering. So far, it was working. The creak of the door made me jump, and in the sudden startlement, I promptly froze. Crap, he's back already? Surely, it was another few hours? No, it was too early! The wood creaked again. "Cyrus? Cyrus, I'm home!" My brother singsonged, lively, cheerful. Time was short. Turning instinctively to my left, I ripped open the drawer with a screech that echoed through the house in a discordant note and crammed the form inside, thoroughly crinkling it in the process. To say I barely made it was a gross understatement. I turned from my desk when Cal leapt towards me, questions pouring forth from his lips. "What - what was that? Hey!" A short scuffle ensued, more with words than actual actions. "Cal, it's nothing. I'm surprised you’re back by now." Yeah, it's mighty surprising eh? You never even saw me coming. Maybe I could be a hunter." He paused, robin-egg-blue eyes, my mother's eyes, still fixated on me. "Me take you hunting…Hah, dream on. You’d probably freak out at the arrow itself and run all the way back home.” Never mind the fact that I only knew how to set a snare. Calverus expressed his opinion of my statement with an eye-roll. “Just lemme see it already!” "An' I'm telling you it's nothing. None of your business." He advanced towards me intent on cracking the drawer open to see what I had so hurriedly stuffed inside. Thud went my footsteps as I made the mistake of moving in front, blocking it with my body. Even at the tender age of fourteen, I still outweighed Cal in height by at least three inches. However, if Cal was bothered by this, he didn't show it. "If it's nothing, then why are you blocking it. Come on—" A soft whine pressed at the edge of his words. "You can tell me. Whatever it is, however horrible it is, you can tell me." He gasped dramatically, as if he had uncovered some great and dreadful secret. "Oh, are you passing notes in class? Do you have a crush, Cyrus is that it?" A big smile cracked across his face and he burst out laughing, silly and uncontrolled. I immediately pursed my lips, huffing. "No." I said bluntly, "It's not ... I don't have a crush — Calverus!" "Cyrus has a cru-ush —what?" Calverus danced on his toes, his face still flushed from the outdoor cold. Not used to being called by his full name unless I was to scold him, he hushed immediately, a petulant scowl playing on his lips. The sight was rather amusing, but I stifled a grin. Not only would it give Cal the wrong impression, but it would give my brother a chance to open the drawer. My sigh dragged through the silence, and with each passing moment, my ire grew. Usually, my brother coming home was a good thing, but with each word, the words on the form stared harder into my eyes. Shadows lingered on my brother’s face, sallow from hunger. Could I tell him? I mean it’s not like he didn’t know. A flicker of doubt blossomed in my chest, fragile as a seedling. I could sneak it out when he was asleep, make up some version of a stupid excuse for my absence. If I spun it good enough, he wouldn’t even ask questions. Maybe the story that I had a crush wasn’t a bad idea after all, even though I rarely attended school. Maybe I could say that I got into some trouble with the Peacekeepers. Anything to keep Cal from asking questions. Keep no secrets from each other. Rule number two. Was it possible to keep a promise without keeping secrets as well? "Cyrus, come on-just tell me already—" "Stop it right now!" I said, finally losing the grip on my temper, "This isn't funny, at all, Calverus, and you know it. When I say stop, you stop, understand?" The moment the words were out, I regretted them. My brother winced at the harsh words I uttered, lowering his head with a whine. His shoulders bent inwards and his eyes scrunched shut briefly. There was no crying, but I felt guilty enough without it. Fabric crinkled under my hand, and the clock ticked on. For a few moments, that was the only sound. And as the silence grew brittle, I could hear my thoughts racing in the silence. A harsh wind swept the grounds outside, An idea began to take shape in my mind, improbable and vague. There was no guarantee that it would work, but in a life that was surrounded by deficit and death, a slim chance of success was better than none. In this life, inaction led to death. One who falls asleep in the snow sleeps for a hundred years. I reached for his shoulder, a normally comforting gesture, but he abruptly jerked away. “Stop it!” “I- Cal...” My eyes turned back to the barren landscape outside, and the woods beyond, the trees that concealed a fruitful bounty. In the sky, clouds swelled with rain, full to bursting and hanging low, as if weighed down by their burden. And still, my brother wouldn’t look at my face, not directly. His eyes remained fixated on the streets beyond, somber and gray. Miners trekked past, their hands weathered and aged, black with coal. District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in safety. “It was supposed to snow today.” Calverus mumbled, his voice just loud enough for me to hear him. I almost asked him to repeat himself had it not been for the lonely warble in his voice. He’s just your little brother. He didn't mean it. Shame burned hot and low in my gut, eating away at me like a living animal. He didn't mean it. I made sure to take two steps back before trying to speak again. Calverus was not timid per sé, but any sort of shouting on my part spooked him. "It will tomorrow." I said carefully, minding my tone more this time. I didn't want Cal to be suspicious, not for this, "Let's get your homework done- so tomorrow we can go out early before school starts and play a bit." I could see him opening his mouth to complain again, and I sidestepped the argument before it began. "Get it done, and I'll see if I have a little somethin' around the house. An apple?" I needed time to think. "I was trying to tell you earlier. I finished it already." "Oh." So much for that tactic. "Well, go do your bed. I'll fetch something anyway." "Now? But-" "Now, Calverus. I'm serious. And maybe I'll show you what I was hiding. No promises." Cal's pace was slower than usual, and his eyes lingered on mine before he disappeared. As if he suspected. As if he knew. But the moment passed like the flap of a butterfly wing. The door slammed, leaving me alone in the silence. “No, no, no, no, no.” Gripping a tree, white with the promised snow from yesterday, I tried to keep from shaking. Not just from hunger, but from the sight in front of me. The snares I set just yesterday were empty. All of them. Only a little bit of rabbit fluff indicated that there had been any activity at all. Armed with only a small blade I was supposed to use to cut vegetables, I scanned the snow for footprints. Give me a sign here, please. Anything would be welcome at this point, anything to account for my disappearance and put off the form for tesserae. How could it have been that no animal visited this place at all? No rodent, no squirrel, not a hare to be seen. What were we going to do? My thoughts raced, becoming increasingly hopeless. What were we going to eat? Going back wasn’t an option either. There was no chance for me to sneak out again, not after this. I had to find food, or a really good excuse for sneaking away. In the background, a steady thump thump echoed - Calverus throwing snowballs. I hoped he was having a good time. There was no other chance for food. Last year was lucky - I hadn’t needed to bring back tesserae. What little dried jerky we had was already eaten. If my snares yielded nothing, then I would have no choice but to pay another visit back into town. Sign the form again, or get a new one. Go to town, sign the form, and drag the wagon back all before Cornetin got suspicious and really started asking questions. Easier said than done. “Cyrus?” Calverus was calling my name again. “Quit your brooding and come o’er here! I built a snowman, wanna see?” “I’ll be a moment.” I called, starting to make my way back. Crunch crunch crunch went the snow. “I hope it’s all big and nice!” “It sure is! Kinda fat actually! I never seen anything that’s fat before. ” Course you haven’t. I sighed through my nose, stifling a small sigh. The tesserae would wait until tomorrow, again. Cal would only stop asking questions if I looked at his snowman, that’s how children were. Just til tomorrow. Cyrus was beaming proudly next to the grossly disproportional snowman cat he’d constructed, big in the waist and small in the head. And who knows, maybe my snares would yield something. Winter was just beginning after all. But even then, I wished I could tell him. 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Posted: Fri, 22/04/2022 20:18 (3 Years ago) |
Title: • 001. | the plight of pinocchio[Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 18/04/2022 23:37 (3 Years ago) |
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..”and maybe that’s magic” keeping this here because this is beautiful [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 14/04/2022 02:52 (3 Years ago) |
  𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦. 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. ⤹ ⸻ 🎔「 ☾ 」🎔 ⸻ 𓆃 ⸻ 🎔「 ☾ 」🎔 ⸻ ⤹ [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 09/04/2022 21:17 (3 Years ago) |
 Name: Faolan Jade Voronova Age: Twenty-two years Gender: Cismale, he/him Appearance: faceclaim; yoo taeyang As far as avian biology goes, Faolan is considered rather average; it's only when those traits applied to a seemingly human character that confusion starts to set in. He is classically handsome, fine angles and pearlescent auras coming together to form a man seemingly blessed with royal blood. Some would readily assume he was bred from a noble line, with hands soft and unblemished by toil and labor. Coming in at 6'1, he towers over the average person and spends most of his time staring past or above the shoulders and even the heads of those around him. A purposeful step echoes firmly through the ground, not hard enough to suggest anger for it is usually well concealed, yet not fast enough to suggest impatience. Rather, his tread suggests purpose and deliberation, of actions calculated before being put into play. The nature of his blood-ability makes concealment no shy feat. Every ounce of muscle appears to be hidden below so that in appearances, he is deceiving. Faolan is tall undoubtably, but his build is toned, bordering on skinny or gangly. Lacking in physical imposition as he is, he has made himself into a skill-full runner and sprinter, and in particular his body is highly aerodynamic; many foes have found themselves caught off guard when he slams into them from a great height. Most of his muscle lies below, and in particular, his core is robust, the pectoral muscles in strong condition - and they must be to get him off the ground. Extending just beyond his shoulder blades, Personality: warning long read ahead Show
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MBTI ] INTJ (the architect)
Architects, independent to the core, want to shake off other people’s expectations and pursue their own ideas. Architects care about depth and quality. They’d rather have just a few good friends than a large circle of acquaintances. You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant. [ Ennegram ] type 6 (the loyalist & the skeptic) The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. Excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it. They can be cautious and indecisive, but also reactive, defiant and rebellious. They typically have problems with self-doubt and suspicion. [ Wing ] fifth wing A six wing five would rather spend their time alone but occasionally meet up in a group with others who share the same interests. Sixes usually bring people together and form alliances for a sense of safety and security. While an enneagram five will often decline from too much social interaction. Influenced by the five wing, an enneagram six can have characteristics that both enhance and seemingly oppose one another. [ Triad ] head (thinking) The Enneagram personality types that are part of the Thinking Triad tend to be knowledgeable people who love to delve into the interesting unknown for higher understanding. Depending on the personality type, those in the Head Triad can either favor their alone time over being with others or despise being alone and always surround themselves with one person or a group of people. [ Alignment ] social neutral (the soldier) does what is seen as good for the group without compassion or prejudice [ Zodiac ] aquarius (1/20 - 2/18) Aquarians are known for embracing their creativity and individuality, even if it makes them stand out in a strange or unorthodox way from others. This quality tends to draw them toward anything fun and innovative. The most notable Aquarius characteristic is their lofty vision for their own future as well as the future of society. Aquarians are forward-thinking people who want to make the world a better place. Their acts and viewpoints are guided by their empathy and strong sense of fairness. They value freedom as well, and want to ensure that it is available to everyone. Aquarius is an incredibly educated, cerebral sign that has a propensity to get lost in thought while analysing something or trying to identify prospective solutions to issues. Though being a futurist is one of the best Aquarius characteristics, it's also one of their pitfalls. When Aquarians become overly idealistic, they frequently believe that nothing short than perfection would suffice, which may lead to feelings of discontent, irritation, and even melancholy. For many Aquarians, poor temper is an issue, especially for those who are under a lot of strain in their life, even from themselves. Aquarius despises being emotionally exposed. Show
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indentFaolan, for one thing, is
intelligent - with a creative and analytical mind, he is
capable of reading a room - and a situation - a pragmatist
at heart, he has a natural penchant for puzzles - viewing them as
an intertwining of many different situations, rather than a tangled
web. However, this intelligence is often applied in a different way
than what is normally expected. He has a way of developing - or
feigning - a type of empathy, or understanding. He addresses
problems in a rational and level-headed way, and
tries to leave a solution for others to ponder. Harsh insults and
barbed words - unless directed at those whom he holds dear - are
usually ignored, brushed away or dealt with quickly. Emotions and
logic are easily confused in his mind, and he returns to what he is
comfortable with — an escapist that refuses to admit it.
indentIronically, given his empathetic facade, his domain of understanding does not stem from a true emotional foundation. Rather, Faolan's psyche is his mind. He has a cerebral mindset, one that is most closely aligned with the facets of logic and factual evidence. True companionship is something of a rarity in his eyes, because through a rather black-and-white worldview has evolved a rather blunt way of dealing with his life. Psychology plays a part, but he tries to see things at face value for what they are, rather than trying to figure out the contours of human unpredictability. Faolan tends to be rather frank in conversation, addressing the situation in a way that does not always allow for comfort and warmth. To more skeptical eyes, Faolan is someone who is better called severe or even callous which isn't far from the truth. It's a paradoxical dichotomy between mind and self that many people have trouble understanding - and others often treat his aloof persona with disdain and resentment. This has made him an outcast and something of a recluse, a problem for which there is little remedy. Ironically, even though Faolan is aware of this, he makes no attempt to change it. He would rather have a close-knit circle of reliable friends than a wide circle of acquaintances. indentIn a state of focus, Faolan is relentless, leaping from one debacle to the next without taking a break. Highly action-oriented, he has a certain disregard for what he would deem 'useless' rules and regulations. Furthermore, saddling him with easy and routine tasks, however necessary they are, is a quick way to bore him half to death and lose his interest. At times, this apparent overlook of rules makes him a bit of a maverick. This isn't to say that he believes he is above such mundane tasks as it is to say that he believes they are merely excuses and not a way of moving forward. He remains wary of suspected nepotism, believing that rank should be achieved through hard work and achievement. Sadly, this is not always the case. Having been betrayed too many times before, Faolan has grown cynical. He does not trust people to act with altruism unless it is a last resort. Faolan holds strangers at a cold arms length, and sometimes he comes across as unfriendly to outsiders. indentUnsurprisingly, Faolan is a highly independent person, preferring to take on lone-wolf positions instead of those that involve reliance on large numbers of people. This is due to forming strong opinions - and a preferred method of action - very quickly. Due to his stubbornness, it can take a lot to cause divergence. Despite his prickly exterior, however, lies a very different person. In contrast to his resilient bearing, he needs time to shed his repressed and mask and let loose. In tandem with his mental acuity, Faolan has developed an expansive vocabulary, which he proudly displays through sardonic quips and one-liners. Darkly humored and sharply witted, Faolan knows how to get a reaction out of somebody, whether to satisfaction or sorrow. In addition to his wit, his enduring spirit ensures that he will follow those who earn his respect, to the grave. He is devoted, willing to go to the ends of the earth if it keeps his friends safe. With an extensive memory, he rarely forgets the many ways people have thrown generosity and kindness his way, and he always honors their deeds. One good deed may not be enough to earn a lifetime of camaraderie, but that does not mean it is meaningless either. Unfortunately, this leads into one of the more negative aspects of his personality. This extensive memory is a double-edged sword. Not only does Faolan remember the ways his peers have honored their connection with him, he also remembers those who have merely used him for their own ends. Revenge is a common taste to his tongue, and he has not yet been desensitized to violence. He is unafraid to resort to brutality and coercion in order to demand another make amends. In essence, he has become a highly vindictive person. He can be surprisingly quick to violence in this sense, slitting the throats of his enemies with a unhinged smile on his face. This cuts a sharp contrast to his usual calm demeanor, a ruthless contrast that often leaves his opponents flat-footed. His anger stems from a history of being used and abandoned, feeling the effects firsthand. Unfortunately, some of this rage has manifested itself in anxiety and regret. Faolan cannot help becoming so self-loathing at times, and tends to internalize the blame for things gone wrong in the past. Typically, he struggles to find closure, and this blame chases his thoughts for years on end. First impressions are crucial, and Faolan tries to keep his demons concealed behind a mirror-smooth calm and watchful eyes. Sullen, but observant, he tries to avoid jumping into situations impulsively, instead choosing to watch and analyze from a distance before making a (usually educated) guess. Though distant, he tries to put up a polite facade, answering questions politely to avoid attracting further attention. What Your Character Did Before the Experiment Probably something related to organized or petty crime - he had to keep him and his brother alive somehow. Occasionally, he took on odd jobs that made ends meet. Abilities: Valravne [ shapeshifting || alternate form ] Backstory: Password: The Goldfinch by Donna Tarrt Other: Calverus's brother - lots of tangled history between the two, and not all of it is good. vibes art by fuyuni0307 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 Show
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