A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
NEW YORK TIMES
07/07/2020 It's been (technically) our first month! Thanks to everyone who's joined us, and for more announcements, please check HERE for in-game and new developments!
17/06/2020There are staff & RP position tryouts here!
23/05/2020 Trying to gauge interest right now! If you want to help out and potentially take one of the leadership positions, please message me! (either on achromatic#7519 on discord or if you have my skype!)
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CURRENT PLOT
We are currently starting up, and trialing some of the groups right now! There will be an upcoming plot in regards to some city shenanigans soon, but for now, we're simply fixing up the kinks and establishing roles/groups/characters. Feel free to join us! The community and the lore is still being built, and we're always open to new suggestions.
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May 31, 2020 1:23:09 GMT
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Post by achromatic on May 31, 2020 1:23:09 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","ws-official"] [attr="class","official-title"]AUDREY'S CHARACTERS [attr="class","official-header"]five characters: 3m 2f / 1 hunter, 2 witches, 2 mutants, 1 shifter / (1 vamp?) [attr="class","official-content"] - Hywel and Rhiannon have to have their murder vibes, but also I definitely want them to sort of branch out a little bit. Also, since Hywel is cursed by a spell backfiring, I thought that like, an interesting thing is that maybe Rhiannon and her mother were talented witches in their own right, but mostly in transference spells, which is how her system with Hywel works so well. She's pretty average at other spells compared to her brother, who had a natural talent before the curse, but now can't exactly do magic without it backfiring. A potential reason for that is, when he was young, he was deathly sick at one point and unknown to the him, made a deal with his father to transfer part of his life energy into the kid to keep him alive, which is what led to his father's untimely death, and that transference acts as a protection spell which is why when it backfired, he simply continued to absorb life energy because that was what had happened in the past, causing his whole...you know, sitch.[break][break] – murder immortal dinner club idea please!![break][break] – okay but a cute love plot would be to have like a very normally superpowered mutant/vampire/shifter who saves the day and all and his SO seems like she's human in the whole traditional lois lane and superman vibe, you know? but like, turns out the reason why the hero always survives is actually that she has a mutant gift where she can manipulate luck and she's always praying that he'll make it out okay and that's why he's always alive LOL[break][break] – [break][break] - CURRENTLY: Hywel, Rhiannon, Emeline, Tobias, Ash, Elias [break] - PLANNING: Elias, Devina/Malaika? [break] - BACKGROUND: Jack(?) & Mina [break][break] IDEAS: [break] - Garance Marillier - as a young vampire who craves blood, childish, a bit psychopathic because she just doesn't have feelings about killing anymore[break] - ooh but how about a feral vampire like, from legends like oooh snow white? idea ding ding ding [break](actually might just do some sexy vampires lmfao)[break][break]
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Post by achromatic on May 31, 2020 3:07:43 GMT
[attr="class","illbegd"] [attr="class","drpofrum"] [attr="class","drpofrumtxt"] [attr="class","ilbgdinfobx"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraitsinfo"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]WITCH [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]FEMALE [attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]174 [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]ASEXUAL [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]SAOIRSE RONAN Rhiannon Mckenna [attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"] WHO AM I? "––that whoever believes shall not perish, but have eternal life," the pastor used to say as they sat down for Sunday church. The same pastor who rebuked those who believed in other gods, the same pastor who denied that her mother was truly a witch because witches didn't exist anymore. The same pastor who had inspired Rhiannon as a child, that somewhere out there was the cure for mortality. That a flight from death was actually possible. After all, her family had fled from the war once––fleeing was all she knew. Born in Ireland during the great famine, her family knew what poverty felt like. Her father was a sailor, and her mother was a witch, something that passed down to the two children she had. Rhiannon was always the feisty one, her wit and attitude getting her into more trouble than it was worth. She was ten when her family decided to emigrate to America. New York City, the great American dream––at first everything was full of naive hope. Things were better than home, that was for certain. They were poor but they could find jobs. There were people from her country, and they found a certain kinship there. Of course, things went downhill when her mother died five years later of a mysterious disease, and her search for immortality began. Practically raised by her brother Hywel, she's always been hard working and determined. Naturally clever, conniving even, she knows what she wants and she knows how to play the long game, even though her quiet demeanor and awkwardness can be a difficult thing to bridge. Patience and a little planning go her farther than most. She still looks the same way she did when she was young, despite decades passing, and she intends to keep playing the game even at the expense of others. After all, she intends to live forever, or she'll die trying, and she won't die for anything less than that. VITALS:Talents: transference spells, potions Weaknesses: attack spells, physical prowess Alignment: Neutral Evil, INTP-T – has a cat named Sylvan, her familiar. Except the cat clearly prefers Hywel, mostly because they're both bullheaded and argue. – Lives in the Walker Tower. Her neighbor is her brother. – Works in property management. – rules: 1) don't get involved in other supernatural matters if they don't benefit you 2) let no one know who and what you are 3) it's us against the world, their lives over all else TIMELINE: See Hywel's timeline tba 1846 - Rhiannon was born. Second child to Rowena Mckenna, she is the half-sister of Hywel Mckenna. She's born on Samhain. 1951 / EMIGRATION – Rhiannon is 10 when she moves to New York City. They live in Brooklyn New York, she and her mother work at a textile factory. Hywel works at a canning factory. 1863 / WAR – Hywel leaves for the war. It's just the two of them now. She begins to develop her magic. 1865 / MOTHER'S DEATH – Her mother dies of a case of cholera while Hywel is still at war. She's nineteen and the sole breadwinner of the family now. Her mother's death inspires her to seek the secret to immortality. Hywel returns two months later. They're both different people now. 1867 / THE SPELL – In an attempt to find the secret to immortality, they find themselves at a bar one night and Hywel gets into a fight with a Vampire who almost successfully turns him into one, but Rhiannon's quick work and experimental spell reverses the process. Except...it goes wrong. He's no longer truly human/witch, nor is he a vampire. He gains a power of sucking time from a human the way a vampire would take blood, as well as an enhancd strength and speed, but it comes with its drawbacks. His magic is reduced to nearly nothing and it almost kills him to use his time-stealing gift. 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Post by achromatic on May 31, 2020 3:49:47 GMT
[attr="class","illbegd"] [attr="class","drpofrum"] [attr="class","drpofrumtxt"] [attr="class","ilbgdinfobx"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraitsinfo"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]WITCH [CURSED] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]MALE [attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]183 [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]GAY [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]YOUNG JUDE LAW Hywel Mckenna [attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]WHO AM I? Growing up in war-time changes a person. It tempers the sword in the fire, it teaches one what desperation truly feels like, and some men are thrown into the fire, burnt to a crisp, but other men become hardened steel, and they walk out stronger than before. Hywel barely knew the time of prosperity he was born in––most of his childhood had been spent during the famine in Ireland. He grew up scrappy and hungry for something more, he grew up learning how to take care of his family at any cost. He was sixteen when they could finally afford to get on the ship towards the new world. Things were different, things were tough, but they had always managed. He inherited a natural gift for sorcery from his mother. The man had always had an affinity for things despite his more laid-back attitude. He took multiple jobs as well as helped out at home, but war was always inevitable. He was twenty-six when he was conscripted, and maybe everything would've been fine––he was only enlisted for a year or so––if his mother didn't pass away while he was at war. It broke his heart. From there on, it was his sister and him against the world. He was the man who raised Rhiannon, and they were always close. While Rhiannon sought a way to stay immortal without the downfalls of being a vampire, Hywel wasn't as convinced. It wasn't intentional on his part; he was simply following along one night when he felt the venom in his veins and his life seep away, only to wake up once again. Regardless, the man lives as if nothing's changed. He's easily amused by his sister's antics, and helps out whenever he can. There are few things he cares about in the world, and the temporal nature of the universe is something known to him. He's the kind of man who would do anything to make sure he gets what he wants, despite the easy smirk and the kind demeanor. He has little care for anything else in the world, and he will watch it burn before letting it take away those he loves.
VITALS: STRENGTHS: time thievery, increased strength/speed/stamina WEAKNESSES: his magic is only a defensive core now, very much still human physiology, loses strength when stealing time ALIGNMENT: lawful evil, ISFP-A SPOTIFY TOP TRACKS: A lot of classic 80s rock music, loves Fleetwood Mac & Queen – Lives in a penthouse apartment by Madison Square Park. His neighbor is his sister (and the cat that keeps sneaking over to his flat) – Owns The Gilded Hand, a popular cocktail bar
HISTORY Since he's been alive since 1837, some brief big™ timeline events are:
- Born in 1837 in Ireland, during a depression. Father died when he was was seven to take care of their family. He doesn't remember much of his childhood.
1844 – His father dies of a mysterious illness.
1847 – His half-sister, Rhiannon, is born when he's nine. His stepfather, a sailor, was rarely home. It's around that time when he begins learning magic; he's a natural at it.
1851 / EMIGRATION – They emigrate to New York when he's nineteen because there's no work back home. The famine wiped out a lot of people, and he had to find a job to support his mother and sister.
1863 / CONSCRIPTION – Age 23, he gets conscripted in the Civil War. He protests vehemently but what can he do? He must do his duty to his country. At this stage, he's already a high master as a warlock. It helps give him an edge in the war, and his magic core protects him from harm.
1865 / MOTHER'S DEATH – his mother passes away from a case of cholera. It's just him and his sister now. He feels guilty for leaving them for so long, especially because she died two months before he came back. Rhiannon is the only person he has left now.
1867 / THE SPELL – In an attempt to find the secret to immortality, they find themselves at a bar one night and Hywel gets into a fight with a vampire, but Rhiannon's quick work and experimental spell reverses the process. Except...it goes wrong when it reacts with something. He's no longer truly human/witch, nor is he...anything recognisable really. He gains a power of absorbing time from a human the way a vampire would take blood, as well as an enhancd strength and speed, but it comes with its drawbacks. His magic is reduced to nearly nothing and it almost kills him to use his time-stealing gift. He struggles with this new development, especially with losing his magic. He doesn't remember any of it, just what he thinks is a witch cursing him.
1870 to 1873 – He gets into a scuffle, and accidentally activates his time-thief powers for the first time. He almost passes out on the street and it's only because of a friend that he gets home safely. Rhiannon spends the next few years trying to lessen the symptoms, mostly to no avail. However, she found a way to harvest the extra time, giving herself immortality too, and thus, their partnership is born. It gets better for Hywel to some degree, but most of his symptoms after time-thieving still have their effect on him.
1892 / THE ACCIDENT – It was supposed to be a simple mission, a regular top up of their lifespan but their target turned out to be a supernatural, which is how they discover that stealing time from an immortal can practically kill Hywel because there's too much energy for his vessel. They learn to be more careful after.
1917 – The Great War starts. As much as death no longer really affects Hywel, it still does to some degree. His addiction to opium begins during this time.
TIME THIEVERY RULES:
- He needs to touch the person to steal their time and the more time he steals, the more time it takes him to recover fully.
- Every year he steals, it takes him a full day to even be able to stand, not to mention it takes even more energy to give those years to someone else (which is where rhiannon comes in)
- Works only on humans, extremely dangerous to try on supernaturals because it can kill him
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Post by achromatic on Jun 1, 2020 0:15:42 GMT
[attr="class","illbegd"] [attr="class","drpofrum"] [attr="class","drpofrumtxt"] [attr="class","ilbgdinfobx"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraitsinfo"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]MUTANT [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]INK MANIPULATION [attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]21 [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]BISEXUAL [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]MAXINE NG Emeline Young [attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]WHO AM I?It is in man's nature, to seek meaning in one's life even in a world devoid of it. There's a fundamental disharmony, in the search for purpose in a purposeless universe. Yet, if there is no meaning, and nothing really matters, then the only thing that matters is what happens now. Emeline has always been a bit of a nihilist–as cold as ice, she often keeps to herself, staying far from the actual action, only to view the world as it passes by. She's always been a little distracted, a little aloof–she finds interacting with people just a little bit bothersome. Social pretenses and fitting in has never really been her talent. Born to malaysian-chinese immigrants who owned one of the chinese restaurants around, she's known herself as a stranger for a while, and she's found herself fitting into many molds in her life–the good daughter, the straight A student, the diversity card, the rebel against every stereotype people had of her people, and finally, in her own skin. She was like everyone else in her youth–young, dumb, a little bit reckless, the model of the kid your parents told you to stay away from–until a boyfriend of hers and a mishap during some party resulted in her discovering her powers. It's been years since, and she's gone through ups and downs with accepting what she is. These days, she's no longer the reckless teen she was, she's moved on to her own thing. A tattoo artist. She specializes in works of art based off the natural world, a tribute to the strange world she was placed upon, as well as an aid to her own abilities–her tattoos come to life in the strangest ways. She doesn't seem to give a shït about the world anymore, and she prefers to just do whatever she pleases. After all, she now lives with the knowledge of an absurd world, the only freedom is to accept their condition and to live and create their own meaning.
VITALS: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: Physical prowess, her ink manipulation, while able to turn into anything she can imagine, has its limits depending on her surroundings. Also, since it's kind of a water-based element, it doesn't do well in water or fire, also takes a while to form into actual forms. ALIGNMENT: True Neutral, ISFJ-T SPOTIFY TOP TRACKS: 88Rising vibes, RNB, Hip Hop (has a love for Rihanna and King Princess tho) – apartment in East Village, her roommate is Ash
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Post by achromatic on Jun 11, 2020 4:29:02 GMT
[attr="class","illbegd"] [attr="class","drpofrum"] [attr="class","drpofrumtxt"] [attr="class","ilbgdinfobx"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraitsinfo"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]HUNTER [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]MALE [attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]39 [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]DIVORCED, HET [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]DAVEED DIGGS Tobias "Dregs" Brown [attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"] WHO AM I? Despite what you may hear about him, Tobias actually does have a soul. Growing up in Chicago during the 80s, he was a scrappy, skinny kid from humble origins. His parents worked hard to get him into a good school and to keep him out of trouble. Being street smart and resourceful was something that came naturally to him, and in a city well into its decline at the time, he, like many others, thought he could make a difference. His investigation skills helped him become a detective quite early in his career. He had his dream life, really. Married to his high school sweetheart, a child on his way, a promising career, he was the embodiment of how even the underdogs could succeed.
It was a case in 1995. A string of gruesome murders, and he was in charge of solving it. After chasing leads for many months, they finally caught the monster, a woman with powers he had never seen before. She bled a victim until they died, drinking their blood; it was then he realized the world out there wasn't as it seemed. He tried to push for prosecution, but along with the secrecy of keeping supernaturals under wraps and the fact that the woman was the mayor's daughter, they closed the case. After all, the people who died lived in crime-ridden areas, on the edges of gang turfs. They claimed the victims as simply other addicts who got caught in the crossfire. When he tried to overturn this verdict, he was quietly let go, forced to sign an NDA or to lose all credibility in his field.
His anger overtook him, and it caused more problems than solved any. He quit the force, and they decided to scapegoat him. A disgraced detective who tried to blackmail a mayor, they said. Unable to find another job in the city, financial troubles caused him to leave the city, and his marriage to end.
Tobias is no longer the hopeful, do-gooder he used to be. As a private investigator, he often lurks in the darkness, solving crimes the police won't take on, especially ones involving supernatural creatures. He keeps his feelings hidden, his motives are no longer inspired by morality, but with an overwhelming drive, to break down the system that naturally protects supernaturals and corrupt government officials, and to usher in a new era, where the system is destroyed and rebuilt again, and he'll do anything to achieve his goal.
VITALS – wears a mask when hunting, rarely gives out his name – hunters know him as dregs, a nickname he had as a kid – 6'1, mesomorphic build – ISFJ, chaotic neutral – still on okay terms with his ex-wife, Sarah. He sees his son, Thomas, every summer, but since he refuses to go back to Chicago, it puts him at odds with his ex. They divorced partially due to his workaholicism, but also because Sarah believes him to be too extreme in his beliefs sometimes. She still thinks he's a good person inside, but she just isn't there for how he behaves, especially when he's being a low key anarchist. – Lives in Mott Haven, Bronx
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Post by achromatic on Jun 13, 2020 14:27:05 GMT
[attr="class","illbegd"] [attr="class","drpofrum"] [attr="class","drpofrumtxt"] [attr="class","ilbgdinfobx"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraitsinfo"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]PSYCHOMETRY [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]MALE [attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]18 [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]BISEXUAL [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]ROBERT SHEEHAN Asham "Ash" Nelson [attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]WHO AM I? Ash was never meant to live; after all, why else would a mother name a child after a guilt sacrifice? The universe had almost expected him to never be born, but alas, here he is. The accidental child of a former shadowhunter, it's ironic that he turned out to be a mutation. A mistake. His mother was young, inexperienced in dealing with anything other than a pair of knives and a demon to destroy; her own troubled past meant that she could never truly care for her own child. Still hunting during her pregnancy, she almost lost him once, and when he was born premature, they didn't know whether he'd survive or not, but he did. It was fortunate for him, that he was adopted the moment he was born, to a loving family. Despite it all, he was always a happy child, a little hyperactive and all over the place, demanding of attention and time, but happy. He was diagnosed with ADHD at a young age, constantly bouncing up and down off the walls, and as a child in a family of three, they didn't always have time for him. He was loved, very much by those who raised him, but his excessive energy had to go somewhere. He didn't start fights at school, but he always up in them. Skinny, reckless, and with a lack of filter in the way he talked, it was easy to see why he'd be the one they'd punch in the face. It's not a surprise Ash can take a beating, after all. Life had been beating down on him long before he was born. Still, it doesn't make him a total wreck. He's just like every other teenager you meet; his friendliness and eagerness to please almost compensates for his mediocre achievement and a terrible party habits. The one thing he can't explain is how sometimes, when he touches things, he can sort of...see its past. See visions of what it meant, and what it used to be. He can't quite explain it, but there are times when he thinks that maybe it's a sign, that he should find out who he really is. It doesn't last very long; his attention span isn't really long enough for that. His mind constantly goes a thousand miles an hour, and if you can't catch up, don't worry. Most of the time, he can't catch up either.
VITALS: STRENGTHS: Psychometry, has street smarts, and knows a bit of self-defense. He's just good at slipping out of trouble. WEAKNESSES: Will fight you for everything OTHER: ENFP, Chaotic Good SPOTIFY TOP TRACKS: Lots of 80s music, Arcade Fire/Indie Rock, party music
OTHER: - Child of Mina Reyes-Fekri and Roderick Whitewood (from IR) after the demon incident. Put up for adoption after his birth because obviously with everything she was dealing with, Mina had really bad postpartum depression. Mina names him Asham, doesn't mention that it's named after Jozef because she's a total dick obviously. - The kind of kid who gets drunk and has even less of a filter, takes molly and dances on a table kind of idiot. - literally never stops talking, makes a lot of dirty jokes when he's comfortable with you, absolutely will not stop rambling when he's freaked out or something - doesn't know he has powers, doesn't realize he's not straight™ yet
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Post by achromatic on Jul 16, 2020 5:35:41 GMT
[attr="class","illbegd"] [attr="class","drpofrum"] [attr="class","drpofrumtxt"] [attr="class","ilbgdinfobx"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraitsinfo"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]SHIFTER / WOLF [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]MALE [attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]30 [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]STRAIGHT [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]JACOB ROBINSON Elias 'Eli' Sandoval [attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]WHO AM I? Family comes first, but which family? The family you're born with, or the family you end up choosing? Sometimes, the firstborn son doesn't have all its perks. They say the first child has its traits. Overprotective, spoiled, attention-seeking, the kind of character with a drive and leadership qualities, with a sense of responsibility that the younger ones might not have. Elias embodies many of these things. It's a difficult thing, coming from a lineage of werewolves, and even more difficult when one's father was a skipped gene. His parents were never werewolves, so when he discovered his wolf at the age of ten, his parents didn't know what to do. It seemed to open a pandora's box to family issues that had never been there; he was sent to live with his grandparents outside of the city, to learn to control his werewolf. His grandparents were strict, but in a sense, their home became his. He always resented the way his father looked at him like he was a disappointment as if he was a bargaining chip to hold against his grandfather, and in a sense, he still resents the man. Out of his immediate family, he's only protective of his younger sister, the polar opposite of the cool, calm demeanor he had learned to place. On the outside, he has a need to uphold the family honor, to be the inheritance of the lineage he was blessed with, something that he takes very seriously. He's very precise and detail-oriented when it comes to holding the facade of normalcy in the eyes of other people, both werewolves and humans alike. He is a determined person, hard-working for the things he desires, but the determination can change into a certain sense of stubbornness. If he wants it, he's certain to get it. The man isn't necessarily a model of a moral compass either; he does what needs to be done for his family. As they say, the firstborn son doesn't always get its perks; while he's usually the model of chill and collected, he gets the temper he tries so hard to control, he gets the responsibility of upholding this facade, that everything is okay. He doesn't get the chance to truly be who he wants to be, trapped in this cycle of holding up the necessary masculinity for the show, but Elias deals with it. He always has, and he always will.
VITALS: STRENGTHS: Pretty good control of his wolf, a large boi™ in the first place, protective, leadership qualities WEAKNESSES: His daddy issues™, doesn't exactly know how to open up when he's struggling, has a temper, a bit of a control freak on aspects of his life OTHER: Neutral Good SPOTIFY TOP TRACKS: Mixed, he likes his folk music as much as he likes his RnB
OTHER: – a wholesome lad who leads the pup scouts on the weekends tbh – lives in Astoria, drives everywhere tbh because he's a physio and some of his patients are home-visits – middle class-ish? He's a physio tho so prob lmfao
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Post by achromatic on Aug 7, 2020 3:28:01 GMT
[attr="class","illbegd"] [attr="class","drpofrum"] [attr="class","drpofrumtxt"] [attr="class","ilbgdinfobx"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraitsinfo"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]ANGEL [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]MALE [attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]144 (appears 30) [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]STRAIGHT [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]GODFREY GAO? NAME [attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]WHO AM I? His mother once said that God couldn't possibly love them the way they loved each other, because love was about survival, and after all these years, if he could meet his mother again, he'd probably agree with her. An immortal could never love the way mortals did; angels like himself had no need for it. They were invulnerable, they didn't need the connection to survive, and they did not need to fight the test for survival. That doesn't mean Renzo has never felt love; far from it. Growing up in Santa Ana, their community was small, and they depended on one another for survival. There were always small decisions to make; give up dinner in the evenings to make sure the neighbors had something to eat, or sharing their hard-earned money with a cousin who was in a worse position than them. Life was about hardships and sacrifices for most of Renzo's life. It was about the painful decisions between survival and love, and because there was no way he could love his family less than he did, for all the sacrifices they made. Things were difficult, but he had his family. He had his community. He worked quietly in the day and lived quietly at night.
1906. The year he died. It was the scorching of Chinatown that spelled his demise. His sister had been caught in the house when the flames began to rise, and if there was anyone he needed to save, it was her. He ran back into the house to find her, but the smoke was too much. Covered in soot and running around the small house made no difference. He finally found her upstairs, feeling faint from the smoke filling her lungs, terrified of going into the flames to head out of the door. He tried to get her out of the house, but he wasn't sure if he ever made it.
Everything faded to white, and by the time he was aware of himself, years had passed and he couldn't remember what had happened in his past life. They say it was rather unusual, that he must've hit his head hard when he died or something, but this sort of stuff rarely happens. Since then, he's slowly regained a few of his memories, but he can't remember how he died. He can remember his mother telling him stories as a child, going to work at the railroad station...simple, idyllic memories, but never of anything else. Never of his sister.
He lives as if he doesn't need to. He's a soldier of heaven now, unfeeling and cold. He has a strict idea of what is right and wrong but it rarely follows human morals. It's simply doing what works best to achieve the best results, with no interruptions from things such as emotions. He's a clever one–some may say he's manipulative, even–but he knows what needs to be done and his cold, unfeeling exterior might prove useful to that. It's not to say he doesn't have doubts or worries, or that he never feels for people. He simply isn't capable of giving time to those thoughts these days, and chooses to bury it deep underneath everything he had built since then.
VITALS: STRENGTHS: tba WEAKNESSES: tba OTHER: INTJ, Lawful Good SPOTIFY TOP TRACKS: tba
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achromatic#7519
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Post by achromatic on Oct 1, 2020 22:23:17 GMT
[attr="class","illbegd"] [attr="class","drpofrum"] [attr="class","drpofrumtxt"] [attr="class","ilbgdinfobx"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraitsinfo"] [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]DEMON [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]MALE [attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]300 some? [attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]BISEXUAL [attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]MICHEL HUISMAN Erik Sideris [attr="class","dropfrumbodytxt"]WHO AM I? There are three memories that Erik knows well. One, he had an older brother. Five years older, in fact. His mother was a common whore; children of the night were to be seen, not heard. More often than not, they were raised by friends and other characters, taught how to survive on the streets as well as they could. Stealing, working wherever they could, Erik followed Abraxas wherever he could; survival was the only thing that mattered, and they traveled wherever the work was.
Two, he wasn't the first one to have blood on his hands. If anyone ever asked the two brothers who the more sadistic one would be, they'd both certainly point to Abraxas. His older brother had always been the cunning one, the clever one. Most of their plots and schemes were invented by him; he had a talent for knowing and understanding people, and for playing a system that had turned against them since birth. He was the one who had a real thirst for blood and gore; he'd pick fights with the younger children, forcing Erik to beat them up whenever they couldn't pay. He was the one who found pleasure in hurting animals, forcing his younger brother to drown strays and throw stones at birds. Erik knew that if no one else got hurt, he'd be the one who suffered. One thing he learned young was that anything they didn't steal would wind up in someone else's hands, and if they didn't kill it first, it'd kill them instead. He's learned to be just as cunning, just as secretive as his brother.
Three, he was almost a hundred percent certain that he had killed Abraxas. They were in their twenties. They had drifted apart. Perhaps Erik didn't deserve it, but he had found an opportunity, a way to leave this life of crime–and Abraxas–behind. Everything else was a blur. A confrontation. A knife held in his hands. A tussle in the dark. He moves to defend himself.
There was a knife in the other man's chest. He throws it in the river. A friend stitches up the scar on his brow. He waits.
A week later, Abraxas was alive again, without a change. Without any indication of what Erik had done. Everything's back to normal, and he's still doing his brother's bidding. It slowly eats at his chest, driving him mad.
When he finishes a fight Abraxas starts–with his life–he wakes up again, except it's not blood running through his veins anymore.
He runs away.
Perhaps the reason why he moves, on and on and on, why he never draws attention to himself, why he never truly shows who he is, is because he's still hiding. Perhaps not so sane in the head anymore, he's constantly switching from his serious personality to a nearly unhinged one. It's hard to tell whether he's still in there; everything about him is erratic, strange, as if searching for answers by questioning a madman.
There's only three things he knows for sure. One, he needs to know what happened to Abraxas. Two, he can't be found until he's ready. Three, this time, he'll make sure to kill his brother for good.
VITALS: STRENGTHS: cunning, mystery WEAKNESSES: fear of his past, he's kind of unhinged, most likely a sociopath, OTHER: INTJ, Chaotic Evil DEMON/TRUE NAME: Charun SPOTIFY TOP TRACKS: tba
OTHER: – A demon pair, his other brother is a demon named Abraxas (true name: Archon) who's older and much more cunning and evil, usually the one in charge
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