You’ve finally made it! With homecoming rapidly approaching, you and your peers have made it to the final year of high school. Attending Beverly Hills High has been almost like going to school in an active warzone; with never ending drama, fights both physical and verbal happening on the daily. After four years, it’s finally time to focus on graduating and leaving school in the past. Senioritis is infectious, and the whole class has got it.
After spending junior year focused on finding the right college and making sure you get in, senior year is finally a year of rest and relaxation. As long as you didn’t fuck up the last three years, it’s finally time for a year of nihilism and doing whatever you want. Just this once, it doesn’t matter if you don’t sign up for a full load of AP classes - take the photography elective you’ve been eyeing for a year.
If even more school doesn’t speak to you, that’s fine. The senior class this year is sure to have plenty of extra curricular debauchery for you to get involved with. It’s almost tradition at this point - for their last year, the senior class of Beverly Hills High School has always thrown parties of increasing intensity almost every other weekend. According to rumors, the seniors this year are planning to go even more over the top than those who came before them.
That only leaves one last question to be answered: What are you going to do next?
The answer is simple…
Whatever the f**k you want. ____________________________________________________________________ x x x x
𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗥𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀
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Charlie's gaze snapped over to Teddy, oblivious to the scowl that appeared on his brother's face or his mutterings about going out to smoke another cigarette. It was always like that. When Teddy was around he found it hard to concentrate on anything else. And at this very moment he had more than one reason to want to look at him. He was still pissed off at the twat but the way his soaking wet shirt stuck to his chest was admittedly distracting.
"Oh why don't you go cry to daddy." He shot back, ignoring his rebelliously stray thoughts. Charlie wanted to revel in his success and it was difficult to control his amusement. He stuck his tongue into the side of his mouth to stop himself from smiling but when his eyes roamed up to the vampire's disheveled hair, a small laugh finally escaped his lips. "I think the drowned cat look kind of suits you." He added, ignoring the way his own hair was sending droplets of water down his back. "And apologies for not knowing you wear tighty whities. Next time I'll make sure to ask."
“Oh, fuck off,” Teddy watched Caleb leave before redirecting his gaze towards Charlie, teeth grinding together. The door shut behind the moodier, broodier twin and Teddy stepped forward, shortening the distance between him and Charlie. Caleb’s exit seemed to have turned the tension between them up a few notches, far past what felt decent. “I know you are capable of finding other ways to get my attention,” Teddy said, stopping himself before he got too close. He did not trust himself, or his hormone-addled brain.
When Charlie noticed that Teddy had stopped shy of him, he purposefully took a step closer. Enough that he could easily pick out the details of the subtle cologne he wore. Challenging him with the precarious lack of space between them. "Maybe I don't want to find other ways anymore." He muttered, practically pouting as he spoke. "Maybe--" The hybrid placed a hand on Teddys chest before pushing him with more force than intended, uncertainty flashing across his eyes in a brief moment of panic. "Maybe…maybe I've realized what an utter tosspot you are!" Charlie frowned, a small huff escaping his lips. The insult had no real weight to it and his eyes darted to the floor. He'd never been good at the being mad thing.
Unfortunately, Teddy was amazing at it. Charlie’s hand against his chest threatened to break his resolve, but then he was being shoved backwards, stumbling and steadying himself in a motion he liked to think was graceful. There was a part of him that wanted to reach out and close the space between them, though he wasn’t sure which part would win out when he finally did. “Look, if I’d known…I wouldn’t have…” Teddy was practically choking on the vulnerability he tried to espouse. He was charming, he was smooth, but he was not kind, or good at pretending to be. For some reason though, right now at least, he wished he was.
“What I’m trying to say is that, we can at least keep things civil. Right?”
Hurt flashed across Charlie's face. The words confirmed what he had known all along; that Teddy did regret what had happened between them. It hit him harder than he thought it would. But being civil? Well, he couldn't let him get away with it that easily. "Worried about getting pranked again Douglas?" He forced out a smile, though all he really felt was an aching pit deep in his stomach. "Sorry but no can do. I enjoy annoying you far too much." He looked up, forcing himself to meet Teddys gaze. Part of him hoped to find some answers there but of course he could not. "Guess you're just going to have to get used to it."
Teddy scowled, and crossed his arms with a humph. “Very cute, Valentine.” Teddy shook his head, simultaneously disappointed and flustered. Charlie inspired a whirlwind of emotions in him, a storm that he could not quell. Bickering only seemed to spur it on even more, but giving into it… well he’d spent the summer being reminded about what happened when he fell. The simple truth was that one of them would be hurt by this. If he didn’t want it to be himself, then it would have to be Charlie, and despite his constant threats, he did not want to hurt Charlie. Not anymore than he had to at least.
“If you want to act like a child, be my guest. It won’t change things.” That was only partially true. Teddy had already changed things, when he’d pulled Charlie into the empty potions class room just before they left for the summer. It was true that Charlie’s tantrum would not change the past, but the implication that it would push Teddy away… well that was a lie the vampire told himself to feel control.
Hot tears pricked at the corners of Charlie's eyes. Tears of frustration that he brushed away with the back of his hand. " Oh don't worry, I know I'll never be good enough for the great and mighty Theodore." Charlie snapped back, "Wouldn't want to ruin that perfect reputation of yours." He knew he was saying things that he didn't mean or even believe, but he couldn't help it. He should've known better than to expect Teddy to act any differently and he was an idiot for even letting himself think so. Caleb had said that much over the summer. The fact that he wanted to seek out his twin at this moment felt dumb, but he couldn't deal with this alone. He didn't know what to do with himself in moments like this.
He looked back at Teddy, bitterness waning to be replaced by something more numb. Something colder. "Guess that's that then." Charlie shrugged, knocking shoulders with the vampire as he pushed past him.
“Charlie,” Teddy said softly as their shoulders brushed, a hand instinctively reaching out, only to retreat at the sound of footsteps and the creak of their door. Hyoon greeted them with her usual snark, and Teddy winced at her remark on Charlie’s feelings. Before he could say anything, a blonde stranger was shoving his way into the room, and snatching the pair of soggy boxers from his hand. Awkward, to say the least.
“Oh, so this is really a public forum now. Excellent,” Teddy scoffed and rolled his eyes. This conversation had hardly gone his way, the least the universe could’ve done for him was not expose it to the entire school. “You seem to have gotten caught up in the crossfire of Charlie’s joke. Apologies.” Teddy took a step, and gestured towards the pile of sopping wet clothes. “Feel free to sort look through that for your things. Mine are the nicer ones.” The vampire hazarded a glance at Charlie, but he didn’t dare try and pick their conversation back up.
The look wasn't reciprocated, Charlie instead put on his best 'my bad, please forgive me' face for the newcomer. "Sorry man. I didn't realize it was your stuff…nice boxers though." He teased, a small smile darting across his face. It definitely wasn't the time to start flirting but part of him wanted to try to make Teddy feel as bad as he did. Not that the git was likely to care. "Look, let me help you get them cleaned or whatever. I can totally convince one of the wood wielders to do one of their magic tricks." Before he could reply, Charlie had grabbed the guy's arm, yanking on it gently as he made to usher them both out the room. "Come on." He really really did not want to be here anymore.
Celeste did not care for the first years. They were darling, scurrying around campus with their eyes wide and their hearts full of ambition or whimsy or whatever it was they ran on, but they were also insufferable. They all had questions, and many of them were a bit stupid, so their questions were stupid, and Celeste just wished they would all leave her alone. Unlike some of the têtes de nœuds she went to school with, Celeste de Fontaine had been busy this summer. She was knee deep in a book of legal dueling curses, and the welcome ceremony felt very much like a waste of her time.
She’d heard this presentation six times now. Unlike some of her fellow sixth years, the fact that she would not hear it again did not fill her with some soft nostalgia. Celeste de Fontaine was destined for something amazing, she knew that deep, deep within her soul.
After the welcome ceremony, she found herself up in her room, enjoying the peace the other Hemlock girls had elected to give to her. Her clothes were folding neatly of their own accord, and levitating into their proper places, as if by a spectral hand. She was lying on her bed, still studying the same book, working toward that amazing something.
Today, however, it was not meant to be.
It may not have been a day to work toward Celeste de Fontaine’s pre-ordained greatness, but it was unfortunately yet another day for her to be annoyed by her older (by like twenty four minutes) brother. Nathaniel de Fontaine had been at the Academy for less than six hours, and he’d already kissed on not one, but two different girls. It was the start of a good year.
By the time he made it to his dorm, he was in a good mood with a bit of a pep in his step as he bounded up the stairs toward his target: the girl dormitories. There were no ill intentions! First time for everything. As he burst through the door, he was in his own little world. With earbuds blasting music in his ear, Nathaniel was playing an air guitar and singing along with his music.
Maybe it was the Siren blood running through his veins, but most people would call Nathaniel a half decent vocalist and (in his opinion) an even better dancer. Even so, he knew his sister wasn’t going to stand having any fun so near her. After the chorus came to a close, he pulled his earbuds out and dropped them in his pocket - not their carrying case, he was too lazy for that - and grinned at Celeste. “Yo! How come you ducked me at the introductory speech? Professor Bellerose cornered me and was breathing down my neck - and not in the way I like her to - because she thinks I didn’t write my final last year about Magic Theory.” Which was true, because Celeste wrote it. But usually, the teachers didn’t catch on, so something somewhere down the line went wrong. “If she thinks I’m a cheater she might not let me…” He trailed off. Celeste didn’t like hearing about his adventures.
“Do you ever tire of being a walking stereotype?” Celeste scoffed, but kept her eyes trained on her book. “I promised to write your paper. I did not promise that you wouldn’t get caught.” The young witch had grown accustomed to these interruptions. Her brother had never been big on respecting space or privacy, and she did not expect him to start now. Celeste finished off the page and dogeared the spellbook, closing it and sitting up to face Nathaniel. “Besides, I think Bellerose has a bit too much self-respect anyways. You were never checking her off your list.”
“Wait, what? No one has too much self-respect for me.” Nathaniel said the self-report so matter-of-factly it was clear he didn’t even think twice about what he’d said. “Hey, don’t bend the book like that, Celeste. I hate when people bend the pages. It’s ugly.” In his defense, it was ugly. “Look, I’m really not asking for much, just… use smaller words when you write my papers. Is it that hard to pretend to not be a genius for like five minutes? Maybe I should just write it myself and have you edit it…” He paused to think to himself for a moment, before he started shaking his head.
“Nah, that’s stupid. I’d probably fail and then we’d both hear it from mom and dad. Or at least mom.” Nate wasn’t sure that his dad cared whether or not he graduated from the Academy. Nathaniel could get away with being a trust fund baby for the rest of his life. “Hey, do you think it’s out of line for me to hit on first years? I can’t decide.” Back to the important stuff.
“Morganna’s tits, yes, it is absolutely out of line. They’re practically infants!” Celeste shook her head, suddenly feeling very bad for the same first years she’d found so annoying earlier. Certainly they did not deserve to be added to the list of her brother’s conquests. “Also, asking me to use smaller words is like asking a bird not to fly. You fuck things, and I’m a genius, this isn’t news.”
Plenty of siblings wished that they could be more like their genetic counterpart, but not Celeste. She greatly preferred their own dynamic. She had little interest in the hedonism in which Nate indulged. “Has the upperclassmen pool really gotten so dry that you’re robbing cradles? It sounds like you’re getting rusty,” Celeste teased.
“Right, but I can clip a bird’s wings, right? Same idea, we’ll just get you high first.” Nathaniel was partially musing to himself and partially kicking around an actual idea, half judging the reaction to it. It was a decent idea, at least he thought so, but he knew Celeste would probably have seven problems with it, minimum. “I just think the freshies are easier, y’know? They’ll do more stuff with less effort. Plus, certain people our age are starting to think I’m a fuckboy, did you know that? This is my last year, my last chance to solve the race war.” Somewhere along the line, Nate the Great had truly convinced himself that if he could have the forbidden threesome, it was sure to ease relations between fang and… claw, or whatever.
“I’m just saying, it’s a lot harder to hook up with someone who’s immune to all my tricks. I have to get new tricks! But I can’t do that because I have to convince the professors I haven’t been cheating on all my term papers for the last six years.” He had. “I can only be so smooth, y’know?”
Celeste let out a rare laugh. “I hate to break this to you, but I don’t think your prick is going to bring about supernatural world peace.” She stood and busied herself with her bookshelf. That was an area that she wouldn’t even let magic organize. “Why don’t you look at this as a challenge? You just have to get smoother than ever before. Maybe try out a little romance. They say that a good date is the best aphrodisiac.” Celeste was not quite sure who “they” were, and she couldn’t say that she truly agreed, but she was an outlier. Her aphrodisiac involved pop quizzes and academic pretentiousness.
“I AM ROMANTIC. I take girls on dates! Going down to the lake to make out and skinny dip counts as fucking date, Celeste. Just because your dates involve you using Orion’s face as a study seat doesn’t make mine any less valid. Which, by the way, is fuckin’ weird.” He rolled his eyes and watched as she started to mess around with the books. Loathe as he was to admit it, she did have something of a point. Maybe spending the year convincing people he wasn’t a fuckboy was a good idea… He could always pick one girl and woo her then just… sleep with the one girl. Now that was just crazy talk. He made a face between a scowl and someone who just whiffed a durian. “Wait, can I date multiple girls at the same time? I mean, there’s no rule that I can’t, right? I just shouldn’t let them find out.”
“Hold on, this is a good idea Celeste. This is a big moment for you.”
“Is that really what you took away from that?” Celeste chose to move past the comment about Orion. Her sex life was not the one under the microscope right now. “Actually, you know what,” Celeste considered what she might be unleashing unto the world, and decided that the world would survive. “You’re right. That’s a stellar idea.”
“Just call me the two time.” Nathaniel grinned and snapped his fingers, shooting finger guns at his sister as he backed out of the dormitory and put his earbuds back in, with the next song in his playlist already playing. He had planning to do.
Location: Nightshade Commons Mentions: Vincent Truelove Interactions: Caleb & Charlie Valentine @Danvers
Theodore Douglas had realized when he was young, that the look of a vampire was one of poised disinterest. A gentle pout, and an air of nonchalance that could only be achieved by caring far too much about what everyone else thought. He had perfected this performance over the years, a lack of care so casual, it was anything but. He watched Headmaster Lightwood with cold eyes and wondered what secrets he hid. Not the ominous, magical type, but the illicit, scandalous type. He’d always suspected the wizard to have been the kind of man who woke up in a variety of beds when he was younger.
When they were finally released, Teddy headed straight for the exit, moving through the crowd with a touch of vampiric speed. He’d been at Hawthorne long enough to know that he’d been placed in Nightshade, and the overwhelming scent of witch blood was beginning to give him a headache.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he freed himself from the crowd, and began making his way towards his dorm. He would never say it out loud, but he had missed the solemn, stone walls of Hawthorne. He’d missed the coppery, electric smell of magic, and the sense that adventures were around any corner. Douglas Keep was old and tired, and filled with ancient vampires who’d grown so very boring in their old age.
If he was being honest with himself, he’d missed Charlie too. Perhaps the most. That troubled him.
He’d heard of the disappearances over the summer, and his grandmother had warned him to keep an eye out at school. She felt something on the horizon, and she was expecting more reports than usual. The whispers seemed to have invoked a special kind of paranoia, and she expected him to help assuage it. Needless to say, this was not a year where he could afford distractions.
And yet, he found himself distracted.
His mind conjured the memory of his fingers running through dark hair, of lips pressed together in the quiet darkness of an empty classroom. All summer, that moment had lingered on the edges of his mind, never too far from the forefront. He knew why he couldn’t shake it, he was no fool. He couldn’t pursue that fantasy though. His family would never approve, and the school would gossip, and surely, Charlie would grow bored of him quickly. He was certain that anyone who got too close to him would see through the facade, and be disgusted by what they found.
Teddy wrinkled his nose as he walked by Truelove and the acrid smoke he blew out, but he did no more than scowl. He’d learned years ago that the smell of cigarettes was just a fact of life at Hawthorne. The smell had made it into the Commons as well, which meant only one thing: the Valentines had beat him to their room.
He entered the fifth year dorm to see Caleb helping his brother off the ground. He noticed the open window, and the cold breeze, and his suitcases, open and empty on the ground. His eyes darted to Charlie, the usual suspect, and suddenly, he wasn’t sure he’d missed the fucker all that much in the first place. “You can’t be serious,” Teddy muttered, beelining for the window and leaning out into the rain. Strewn across the rooftops, like very expensive trash, were his clothes, perhaps the only things he valued more than his fangs. Without a second thought, he clambered out onto the roof, moving with supernatural speed to scoop up the now soaking wet pieces of his wardrobe. When he came back through the window, he was dripping water onto the floor, eyes narrowed as he tossed a pile of waterlogged fabric onto the floor.
“Some of those were irreplaceable, you know. Do you think I built that wardrobe overnight? That was a decade of carefully curated fashion choices that you just drowned, mercilessly, might I add,” The vampire glared at Charlie, though his anger was somewhat undercut by the fact that he looked like a hitchhiker who’d gotten lost in the rain. He began sifting through the pile, in hopes that there was anything that had managed to stay dry. There was not. “Some of these aren’t even mine, Valentine!” Teddy spun around, holding a pair of boxers up, as if either one of the twins had seen beneath his perfectly pleated pants.
His eyes darted between the twins, finally landing on Charlie. He knew what this was about, it was obvious. It seemed that that moment in the empty classroom had been on Charlie’s mind as well. Teddy struggled for a moment, unsure of what to say. He finally settled on an insult. “You’re a real git, you know that Charlie?”
This was certainly shaping up to be a year without distractions. Clearly.
After his first few hours at Hawthorne, August could best be described as starstruck. The castle was far more impressive than anything he’d seen back home. He was used to tents and shacks and the great outdoors, not spires and gargoyles and stone. Everywhere he looked was a face more beautiful and intimidating than the last, somehow. He hadn’t even been there a day, and someone had already hissed at him. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of that.
Falling in line behind a group of fellow first years, August went to find his dorm, locating his name just below his sister’s, on the list for Hemlock Hall. He couldn’t help the sigh that pushed its way out from between his lips. He had spent most of his life in Callen’s shadow, and he didn’t want that to continue here. Still, perhaps this was for the best. He supposed that living down the hall from Callen was better than waking up with puncture wounds in his neck.
Hemlock Hall was surprisingly welcoming. He’d expected the austere architecture of the rest of the castle to follow him here, but the dormitory was much warmer. The walls were lined with various decorations, remnants of students who’d long since graduated. The common area was already populated with older students, those who didn’t need a piece of paper to tell them where they’d be rooming, but they paid the first years very little mind. He slipped into his room without any hassle.
August appreciated the solitude. The unfamiliarity of this place was beginning to get to him. The plethora of foreign smells were assaulting his senses, and while he knew that one day they’d be as familiar as his pack, today they were overwhelming. He did not want his sister to sense his anxiety, or any of the other students for that matter. He wanted very much to be strong right now, to face this day of mingling with an about face, but the knot in his stomach would not undo itself. Fucking fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck! August picked an empty bed and threw himself onto it, groaning as his body sunk into the cushioning of the mattress.
At home, when his thoughts wouldn’t cease, he would’ve shed his skin and taken to the woods. He knew that that wasn’t an option right now though. He could hear Romulus now, telling him to stop running, to take this opportunity by the reins. He needed to make friends. He couldn’t prove himself to anyone if he didn’t get past the introductions first. Outside the dorm, the din of conversation grew louder as more of his fellow Hemlock Hall residents arrived.
The young werewolf took a deep breath, sitting himself up before getting to his feet. Whether he liked it or not, he was not likely to make many friends if he just hid inside his room. He practiced a smile in the mirror, played with his hair until his reflection satisfied him, before rejoining the Hemlock Hall fray, armored with a grin and as open arms as he could muster. This year was going to be great. Probably.
STRENGTHS On The Prowl - August's tracking skills are superb, aided by his supernatural senses and his years of training with Romulus. He's never taken a great pleasure in hunting, but since he could follow the pack on their hunts, he's been one of the most successful at tracking down prey.
Down For Anything - August is desperate to have a home, and this has translated into an insistence on his part to help anyone, and everyone. Despite his own anxieties, August is always ready for an adventure, a loyal ally and an easy friend. He's a golden retriever, eager and ready to help however he can.
Don't Eat That - A childhood spent in the forests of Ireland has left August with an almost encyclopedic knowledge of edible plants and fungi. He knows what will kill you, and what will make you feel better. Useful when trying to survive in the wild, or when attempting to brew a Potion of Focus to try and make it through finals.
WEAKNESSES Follower - Every pack has a leader, and that leader has never been August. Perhaps his aversion to leadership makes him the perfect leader, but if so, we'll never find out. August is most comfortable in a supporting role, deeply afraid of the responsibility that comes along with a leadership position.
You Can Smell The Desperation - August is the type that thrives on the validation of others. He needs to be reassured that he is in the right, that he is useful, that he is wanted. He jumps at any chance for approval, even if it comes from some less than perfect places.
Painfully Empathetic - There's healthy levels of empathy, and then there's August. The young werewolf has found that he has a tendency to get far too wrapped up in the emotions of others, a cheerleader who can take things too far. So much of himself is wrapped up in the people around him, to the point that he often sidelines his own thoughts and feelings, in order to focus on those of his friends and family.
OUTLOOK / IDEALS / PERSPECTIVE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ August has tried his best to stay out of Academy politics. In his eyes, there is little difference between the various species that fall under the Academy's purview. They'd all be hunted if their society was revealed to the humans, and to him, that means they all ought to be on the same side. What was that thing that one American dude said? "A house divided against itself, can not stand."
When it comes to humans, August is wary. Despite his packs removal from human society, he's had a handful of run ins with them throughout his adolescence, and he finds them troubling to say the least. They have no respect for the natural world, and they all seem to revel in violence. The Academies claim they protect humans from supernaturals, but he thinks it works both ways. They both need protection from each other.
AMBITIONS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Find his pack, wherever that may be.
FEARS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Ending up as a lone wolf.
в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
Unlike his sister, August remembers nothing of his life before their new pack. His first memories are of Romulus and the pack's medicine woman brewing an herbal remedy to ease a fever. The only parents he's ever known have been the elders of the pack, and his sister. Romulus took a special interest in Callen, but he spent the days of his youth roaming with the younger children around camp, getting into whatever trouble children seem to attract. He was raised communally, always under the impression that he was the happiest any orphan could be.
As he grew into his powers, the world opened up around him. He and the other young werewolves took great pleasure in searching out human towns, and spying on their terribly normal lives. Elders were the only ones allowed to actually interact with them, but August and the other children could not resist observing what mundanity felt like. Most of them grew bored, but not August. He remained incessantly curious, and began to dream of a normal life. He imagined them pleasant, open minded and probably not all that different from the people he knew. Sure, they lived in homes and permanent settlements instead of the tents and caravans that he'd come to know, but that didn't mean they weren't kind and warm and welcoming?
Of course, August was wrong. Humans do not take kindly to giant wolves prowling around their territory. Though most of his friends had refused to accompany him on his trips, August continued toeing the line. Finally, it caught up to him. The town he'd been visiting eventually decided to investigate the reports of large wolves in the surrounding woods, and one night, the hunting party intercepted him. August did not realize the danger he was in. The bullets did not pierce his skin, but they packed a punch, and they filled him with fear. The hunters chased him through the woods, as far as they could follow, and August returned to camp with a new outlook on the world.
The incident led to a falling out with Romulus. The surrogate father scolded him for his curiosity, reminded him what would happen to the pack if humans were to discover them. Romulus, who'd always seen him as just a boy, only trusted him less after that. For a few days, he worried he'd be exiled, but his sister remained by his side, and thus, he was allowed to stay. Soon though, his sister left for Hawthorne, and then, he was alone. An outcast among outcasts.
When it came time to leave for Hawthorne, August jumped at the opportunity. He would get to be near his sister again, and away from the pack of wolves who saw him as a foolish boy. He wants to prove that he is more than some child, led along by impulse. He wants to prove that he can help, not hinder, that he is a boon, rather than a bane. He's just not quite sure how.
LIKES COLD WEATHER FRESH BLOOD LONG BOOKS CLASSICAL MUSIC
DISLIKES CROWDED PLACES AUTHORITY SMALL TALK DOGS
s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
STRENGTHS It's Love, Right? - Teddy, like most members of his family, is a dangerous type of irresistible. Charisma flows off of the Douglas' like beer flows from a tap. While this special charm seems to do almost nothing when it comes to their fellow supernaturals, it has made coexistence with humans far easier. Even without supernatural enhancement, Teddy is a silver-tongued devil, known for being able to sell wigs to a werewolf.
I Think I Read About That - Thanks to the expansive library at Douglas Keep, Teddy has an expansive knowledge on all things historical, supernatural or otherwise. There is very little for an adolescent vampire to do other than read, and it seems to have paid off.
It's Called Privilege, Look It Up - Teddy has the kind of confidence that only comes with heaps of money, and a life lived without conflict. Despite the unnatural politics that surround him, Theodore has led a relatively charmed life, and while this sword cuts both ways, it has granted him a certain boldness that others work years to find. There is rarely a problem that Teddy doesn't presume he can solve.
WEAKNESSES Tunnel Vision - Theodore has a tendency to get wrapped up in his latest obsession, be it a person, place, or thing. He holds a grudge longer than is healthy, and falls far too hard when allowing himself to love. He is passionate in the most intense of fashions, rarely able to turn away until he's satisfied the craving for his latest obsession.
So Dramatic - Teddy has a tough time with emotions. He feels things intensely, and while he values control more than anything, he has a tendency to lose it. His fits of anger can be explosive, just as his joys can be euphoric.
Bloodlust - Being raised with easy access to human blood means that the cocktail that the witches brew only does so much for Teddy. He's grown used to the swill, seeing as how he's always under the Academy's eye. Human blood however, even a drop, will quickly chip away at his control, until he is little more than the rabid monster his enemies believe him to be.
OUTLOOK / IDEALS / PERSPECTIVE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Teddy is not exactly known for his open-mindedness. It's clear from almost everything about him that he rates vampires above the other species of supernaturals. He sees werewolves as glorified dogs, and witches as the oppressor. There's very little middle ground for him to tread, and while Hyoon has helped him perfect his common courtesies, it's difficult to separate him from the ideals of his family.
When it comes to humans, it would be apt to say that Teddy couldn't care less. He thinks about humans the same way they think about a good burger. To him, humans are cattle, cattle that's been denied by a bunch of stewards who think that they know best. You wouldn't ask a lion to go vegan, why would you demand a vampire do the same? It's not that he resents humans, or even wishes any harm on them. It's just that he prefers his meals from the Earth, rather than the cauldron.
AMBITIONS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Teddy craves influence, more than anything. Power is nice, but it is so flashy. The only throne he sees in his future is the one he stands behind, acting as a shadowy guide. He does not need control, only a powerful friend with an open ear.
FEARS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ What is there for an immortal to fear other than death? For a vampire, it's the looming shadow that darkens every corner of their lives. Few know what awaits in the great beyond, but plenty have speculated. When he is at his most melancholy, Teddy wonders if there is a great beyond for him and his brethren, or if this long life is all that they will receive.
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There are vampires, and then there are vampires, at least in the eyes of the Douglas clan. They trace their roots back far, farther than is realistic, but certainly far enough to leverage a good deal of power in the supernatural world. They take a great pride in their status as vampires, and have long chafed at the limitations set in place by the wizards. Publicly though, they keep their dissatisfaction with the Academies measured. In the early days of what was then a brand new system, the Douglas' were one of the Vampire clans that refused to adopt the new ways. They have not forgotten the punishment that followed. While they have remained staunch members of the anti-Academy faction in Europe, they are now considered the most diplomatic and reasonable of the clans counted in their ranks. Douglas' are known for nothing if not their good manners, and willingness to negotiate.
That is all a carefully crafted facade, a front put forward in order to survive. The Douglas' are still a cutthroat bunch of vampires, hell bent on overthrowing the wizards and rearranging the Academy system. They haven't forgotten the old ways, and they don't soon plan on it. Douglas Keep is a refuge for likeminded vampires, and rumor has it, an excellent place to procure human blood.
Teddy's story begins at Douglas Keep, steeped in history and schemes. His parents were Elizabeth Ardelian and John Douglas, a marriage arranged by Teddy's grandmother, Victoria. The Douglas Clan was an expansive one, and the keep was filled with his various aunts and uncles, all of them pureblooded vampires.
His youth was hardly traditional, to say the least. He trained in combat and plots, he studied anatomy and ritual magic, and he hunted on the grounds whenever his grandmother allowed. Sanctimonious, lesser supernaturals look on him, and see a boy who made the wrong choice, but truly, he never stood a chance. Violence and death are facts of life for him, and he grew cold to it over the years, and even colder towards the humans they wronged. He had to, if he wanted to survive.
When it came time to leave the safety of the keep, Teddy was called into his grandmother's chambers and given an important task. He was to gather information at the Academy, both on his teachers and his peers. He was to find allies where he could, identify threats, and find their weaknesses. He was the forward scout, sent out so that those vampires who wished to return to the old ways could plan their next move with care.
In his time at the Academy, Teddy has exceeded his expectations, academic and otherwise. He has stayed loyal to his family, keeping them well informed of events at the school, while doing his best to find allies amongst his fellow vampires. He's become somewhat infamous at the school, both for his close friendship with the resident ice queen, Hyoon, and his unfortunate tendency to leave hearts shattered in his wake.
DISLIKES BEING WRONG INTIMACY BREAKING RULES SPICY FOOD
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STRENGTHS Elementalist - Celeste, like all de Fontaine's in recent memory, has a natural affinity for elemental magic, particularly water-based spells. This makes her especially efficient when it comes to healing and defensive spells.
Big Brained - Intelligent and resourceful, Celeste is rarely at a loss for ideas. With a wealth of knowledge to pull from, it's damn near impossible to stump her. She has a knack for making solutions appear out of thin air, to help herself or others.
Otherworldly Beauty - The de Fontaines have not retained many traits from their original Siren ancestor, but Irina's beauty has remained in the blood. Celeste has a clearly supernatural quality to her perfect features, an enchanting visage that draws strangers to her, in hopes of simply catching her eye. Spoiler alert: she hates it.
WEAKNESSES Closed Off - Celeste has never been particularly good at "relationships." She's always been more focused on studying and practicing, and friends have always seemed like an unnecessary distraction. Very few people make it past the walls she's put up and those that do are those who've earned it. Sure, it's lonely, but she doesn't mind. She definitely doesn't mind.
My Way or The Highway - The only right answer, is the one Celeste offers up, at least in her mind. Stubborn to a fault, and deeply confident in her own abilities, it's hard to convince Celeste of anything, especially without sound facts and logic to back you up.
I'm Not Wrong, I Just Haven't Made My Way To Right Yet - Celeste is many things but self-aware isn't quite one of them. She has a tendency to be blinded by her own hubris, ignoring her own flaws even when she's smacked in the face with them. She struggles with taking responsibility for her own mistakes, because in her head, she can fix everything, as long as she has enough time.
OUTLOOK / IDEALS / PERSPECTIVE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Celeste has read far too many books to have any genuine distaste for the other species of supernaturals. While she certainly feels more connected to her fellow witches, she feels a similar affinity towards sirens, who have long held a place in esteem in the de Fontaine household. When it comes to werewolves and vampires, she looks on them with a certain sense of pity, and sometimes debates herself on the benefits of the Academy system.
Humans are a point of intrigue for Celeste, an avid pursuer of knowledge. She sees the mundane life as something to be studied and researched, and she plans on spending a few years traveling the mortal world once she graduates Hawthorne.
AMBITIONS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Graduate, invent a new potion or spell, serve as a representative for Witches at The Academy, become Headmistress of Hawthorne. In that order.
FEARS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Failure. It's never looked very good on her.
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The de Fontaines are a family that made their name much more recently, compared to many other supernatural dynasties. Jean Luc de Fontaine was a French wizard, born to a pair of surprisingly average magic-users in the early 19th century. His parents' skills had never manifested in an especially powerful way. They sent him to Hawthorne in the hopes that he might exceed both of them, but they did not truly expect anything to come from it. Jean Luc, it turned out, was incredibly powerful, much more than anybody had prepared for.
At Hawthorne, Jean Luc discovered a natural affinity for elemental magic, a skill that led him to his wife, Irina. Irina was a Siren, and like Jean Luc, did not descend from any great bloodline. Together though, their union would lead to one of the most powerful families in Europe. Jean Luc, with the help of his wife, would go on to discover a powerful fertility potion that launched the couple into the upper echelons of supernatural society. Jean Luc would go on to serve as a Headmaster as Hawthorne, and their children would discover their own additions to magical society.
Much farther down the line, by the time Celeste is born, the de Fontaines had become well known amongst witches and wizards. Countless amongst them had used the Fountain of Fertility potion to start their families, or the De Fontaine Erotic Elixir to spice up their sex lives. To put it simply, the union of wizard and siren led to the commodification of sexual magic in a way no one could've predicted. Now, the de Fontaines are seen as hedonists, albeit very rich and influential ones.
Enter the de Fontaine twins. Born to Gregory and Isolde de Fontaine, Celeste and her brother, Nathaniel, were expected to carry on the de Fontaine name with all the energy and laissez-faire attitude. Celeste, at least, has always tried to meet that expectation, with varying results. A gifted witch from the day she was born, Celeste's pride does not come from hedonism, but ability. She has committed all of herself to being the best she can be. Despite that though, or perhaps because of it, Celeste has never quite fit in as a de Fontaine. She is not an adventurous hedonist, like her mother, or an eccentric artist like her father. She is logical and rational, and believes in plans and monogamy and rules. Her family doesn't quite understand any of that.
Nevertheless, Celeste has made a name for herself at Hawthorne, outside of her family. There's no better study partner at the Academy, and everybody knows that they can trust her in a fight. Sure, they also think her wand is lodged in a not so flattering place, but Celeste has learned not to care too much about what people are thinking of her. She's on track for greatness, and if nobody understands that, then she doesn't need any of them.
LIKES COLD WEATHER FRESH BLOOD LONG BOOKS CLASSICAL MUSIC
DISLIKES CROWDED PLACES AUTHORITY SMALL TALK DOGS
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STRENGTHS It's Love, Right? - Teddy, like most members of his family, is a dangerous type of irresistible. Charisma flows off of the Douglas' like beer flows from a tap. While this special charm seems to do almost nothing when it comes to their fellow supernaturals, it has made coexistence with humans far easier. Even without supernatural enhancement, Teddy is a silver-tongued devil, known for being able to sell wigs to a werewolf.
I Think I Read About That - Thanks to the expansive library at Douglas Keep, Teddy has an expansive knowledge on all things historical, supernatural or otherwise. There is very little for an adolescent vampire to do other than read, and it seems to have paid off.
It's Called Privilege, Look It Up - Teddy has the kind of confidence that only comes with heaps of money, and a life lived without conflict. Despite the unnatural politics that surround him, Theodore has led a relatively charmed life, and while this sword cuts both ways, it has granted him a certain boldness that others work years to find. There is rarely a problem that Teddy doesn't presume he can solve.
WEAKNESSES Tunnel Vision - Theodore has a tendency to get wrapped up in his latest obsession, be it a person, place, or thing. He holds a grudge longer than is healthy, and falls far too hard when allowing himself to love. He is passionate in the most intense of fashions, rarely able to turn away until he's satisfied the craving for his latest obsession.
So Dramatic - Teddy has a tough time with emotions. He feels things intensely, and while he values control more than anything, he has a tendency to lose it. His fits of anger can be explosive, just as his joys can be euphoric.
Bloodlust - Being raised with easy access to human blood means that the cocktail that the witches brew only does so much for Teddy. He's grown used to the swill, seeing as how he's always under the Academy's eye. Human blood however, even a drop, will quickly chip away at his control, until he is little more than the rabid monster his enemies believe him to be.
OUTLOOK / IDEALS / PERSPECTIVE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Teddy is not exactly known for his open-mindedness. It's clear from almost everything about him that he rates vampires above the other species of supernaturals. He sees werewolves as glorified dogs, and witches as the oppressor. There's very little middle ground for him to tread, and while Hyoon has helped him perfect his common courtesies, it's difficult to separate him from the ideals of his family.
When it comes to humans, it would be apt to say that Teddy couldn't care less. He thinks about humans the same way they think about a good burger. To him, humans are cattle, cattle that's been denied by a bunch of stewards who think that they know best. You wouldn't ask a lion to go vegan, why would you demand a vampire do the same? It's not that he resents humans, or even wishes any harm on them. It's just that he prefers his meals from the Earth, rather than the cauldron.
AMBITIONS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Teddy craves influence, more than anything. Power is nice, but it is so flashy. The only throne he sees in his future is the one he stands behind, acting as a shadowy guide. He does not need control, only a powerful friend with an open ear.
FEARS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ What is there for an immortal to fear other than death? For a vampire, it's the looming shadow that darkens every corner of their lives. Few know what awaits in the great beyond, but plenty have speculated. When he is at his most melancholy, Teddy wonders if there is a great beyond for him and his brethren, or if this long life is all that they will receive.
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There are vampires, and then there are vampires, at least in the eyes of the Douglas clan. They trace their roots back far, farther than is realistic, but certainly far enough to leverage a good deal of power in the supernatural world. They take a great pride in their status as vampires, and have long chafed at the limitations set in place by the wizards. Publicly though, they keep their dissatisfaction with the Academies measured. In the early days of what was then a brand new system, the Douglas' were one of the Vampire clans that refused to adopt the new ways. They have not forgotten the punishment that followed. While they have remained staunch members of the anti-Academy faction in Europe, they are now considered the most diplomatic and reasonable of the clans counted in their ranks. Douglas' are known for nothing if not their good manners, and willingness to negotiate.
That is all a carefully crafted facade, a front put forward in order to survive. The Douglas' are still a cutthroat bunch of vampires, hell bent on overthrowing the wizards and rearranging the Academy system. They haven't forgotten the old ways, and they don't soon plan on it. Douglas Keep is a refuge for likeminded vampires, and rumor has it, an excellent place to procure human blood.
Teddy's story begins at Douglas Keep, steeped in history and schemes. His parents were Elizabeth Ardelian and John Douglas, a marriage arranged by Teddy's grandmother, Victoria. The Douglas Clan was an expansive one, and the keep was filled with his various aunts and uncles, all of them pureblooded vampires.
His youth was hardly traditional, to say the least. He trained in combat and plots, he studied anatomy and ritual magic, and he hunted on the grounds whenever his grandmother allowed. Sanctimonious, lesser supernaturals look on him, and see a boy who made the wrong choice, but truly, he never stood a chance. Violence and death are facts of life for him, and he grew cold to it over the years, and even colder towards the humans they wronged. He had to, if he wanted to survive.
When it came time to leave the safety of the keep, Teddy was called into his grandmother's chambers and given an important task. He was to gather information at the Academy, both on his teachers and his peers. He was to find allies where he could, identify threats, and find their weaknesses. He was the forward scout, sent out so that those vampires who wished to return to the old ways could plan their next move with care.
In his time at the Academy, Teddy has exceeded his expectations, academic and otherwise. He has stayed loyal to his family, keeping them well informed of events at the school, while doing his best to find allies amongst his fellow vampires. He's become somewhat infamous at the school, both for his close friendship with the resident ice queen, Hyoon, and his unfortunate tendency to leave hearts shattered in his wake.
DISLIKES BEING WRONG INTIMACY BREAKING RULES SPICY FOOD
s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ STRENGTHS Elementalist - Celeste, like all de Fontaine's in recent memory, has a natural affinity for elemental magic, particularly water-based spells. This makes her especially efficient when it comes to healing and defensive spells.
Big Brained - Intelligent and resourceful, Celeste is rarely at a loss for ideas. With a wealth of knowledge to pull from, it's damn near impossible to stump her. She has a knack for making solutions appear out of thin air, to help herself or others.
Otherworldly Beauty - The de Fontaines have not retained many traits from their original Siren ancestor, but Irina's beauty has remained in the blood. Celeste has a clearly supernatural quality to her perfect features, an enchanting visage that draws strangers to her, in hopes of simply catching her eye. Spoiler alert: she hates it.
WEAKNESSES Closed Off - Celeste has never been particularly good at "relationships." She's always been more focused on studying and practicing, and friends have always seemed like an unnecessary distraction. Very few people make it past the walls she's put up and those that do are those who've earned it. Sure, it's lonely, but she doesn't mind. She definitely doesn't mind.
My Way or The Highway - The only right answer, is the one Celeste offers up, at least in her mind. Stubborn to a fault, and deeply confident in her own abilities, it's hard to convince Celeste of anything, especially without sound facts and logic to back you up.
I'm Not Wrong, I Just Haven't Made My Way To Right Yet - Celeste is many things but self-aware isn't quite one of them. She has a tendency to be blinded by her own hubris, ignoring her own flaws even when she's smacked in the face with them. She struggles with taking responsibility for her own mistakes, because in her head, she can fix everything, as long as she has enough time.
OUTLOOK / IDEALS / PERSPECTIVE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Celeste has read far too many books to have any genuine distaste for the other species of supernaturals. While she certainly feels more connected to her fellow witches, she feels a similar affinity towards sirens, who have long held a place in esteem in the de Fontaine household. When it comes to werewolves and vampires, she looks on them with a certain sense of pity, and sometimes debates herself on the benefits of the Academy system.
Humans are a point of intrigue for Celeste, an avid pursuer of knowledge. She sees the mundane life as something to be studied and researched, and she plans on spending a few years traveling the mortal world once she graduates Hawthorne.
AMBITIONS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Graduate, invent a new potion or spell, serve as a representative for Witches at The Academy, become Headmistress of Hawthorne. In that order.
FEARS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Failure. It's never looked very good on her.
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The de Fontaines are a family that made their name much more recently, compared to many other supernatural dynasties. Jean Luc de Fontaine was a French wizard, born to a pair of surprisingly average magic-users in the early 19th century. His parents' skills had never manifested in an especially powerful way. They sent him to Hawthorne in the hopes that he might exceed both of them, but they did not truly expect anything to come from it. Jean Luc, it turned out, was incredibly powerful, much more than anybody had prepared for.
At Hawthorne, Jean Luc discovered a natural affinity for elemental magic, a skill that led him to his wife, Irina. Irina was a Siren, and like Jean Luc, did not descend from any great bloodline. Together though, their union would lead to one of the most powerful families in Europe. Jean Luc, with the help of his wife, would go on to discover a powerful fertility potion that launched the couple into the upper echelons of supernatural society. Jean Luc would go on to serve as a Headmaster as Hawthorne, and their children would discover their own additions to magical society.
Much farther down the line, by the time Celeste is born, the de Fontaines had become well known amongst witches and wizards. Countless amongst them had used the Fountain of Fertility potion to start their families, or the De Fontaine Erotic Elixir to spice up their sex lives. To put it simply, the union of wizard and siren led to the commodification of sexual magic in a way no one could've predicted. Now, the de Fontaines are seen as hedonists, albeit very rich and influential ones.
Enter the de Fontaine twins. Born to Gregory and Isolde de Fontaine, Celeste and her brother, Nathaniel, were expected to carry on the de Fontaine name with all the energy and laissez-faire attitude. Celeste, at least, has always tried to meet that expectation, with varying results. A gifted witch from the day she was born, Celeste's pride does not come from hedonism, but ability. She has committed all of herself to being the best she can be. Despite that though, or perhaps because of it, Celeste has never quite fit in as a de Fontaine. She is not an adventurous hedonist, like her mother, or an eccentric artist like her father. She is logical and rational, and believes in plans and monogamy and rules. Her family doesn't quite understand any of that.
Nevertheless, Celeste has made a name for herself at Hawthorne, outside of her family. There's no better study partner at the Academy, and everybody knows that they can trust her in a fight. Sure, they also think her wand is lodged in a not so flattering place, but Celeste has learned not to care too much about what people are thinking of her. She's on track for greatness, and if nobody understands that, then she doesn't need any of them.
s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ STRENGTHS On The Prowl - August's tracking skills are superb, aided by his supernatural senses and his years of training with Romulus. He's never taken a great pleasure in hunting, but since he could follow the pack on their hunts, he's been one of the most successful at tracking down prey.
Down For Anything - August is desperate to have a home, and this has translated into an insistence on his part to help anyone, and everyone. Despite his own anxieties, August is always ready for an adventure, a loyal ally and an easy friend. He's a golden retriever, eager and ready to help however he can.
Don't Eat That - A childhood spent in the forests of Ireland has left August with an almost encyclopedic knowledge of edible plants and fungi. He knows what will kill you, and what will make you feel better. Useful when trying to survive in the wild, or when attempting to brew a Potion of Focus to try and make it through finals.
WEAKNESSES Follower - Every pack has a leader, and that leader has never been August. Perhaps his aversion to leadership makes him the perfect leader, but if so, we'll never find out. August is most comfortable in a supporting role, deeply afraid of the responsibility that comes along with a leadership position.
You Can Smell The Desperation - August is the type that thrives on the validation of others. He needs to be reassured that he is in the right, that he is useful, that he is wanted. He jumps at any chance for approval, even if it comes from some less than perfect places.
Painfully Empathetic - There's healthy levels of empathy, and then there's August. The young werewolf has found that he has a tendency to get far too wrapped up in the emotions of others, a cheerleader who can take things too far. So much of himself is wrapped up in the people around him, to the point that he often sidelines his own thoughts and feelings, in order to focus on those of his friends and family.
OUTLOOK / IDEALS / PERSPECTIVE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ August has tried his best to stay out of Academy politics. In his eyes, there is little difference between the various species that fall under the Academy's purview. They'd all be hunted if their society was revealed to the humans, and to him, that means they all ought to be on the same side. What was that thing that one American dude said? "A house divided against itself, can not stand."
When it comes to humans, August is wary. Despite his packs removal from human society, he's had a handful of run ins with them throughout his adolescence, and he finds them troubling to say the least. They have no respect for the natural world, and they all seem to revel in violence. The Academies claim they protect humans from supernaturals, but he thinks it works both ways. They both need protection from each other.
AMBITIONS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Find his pack, wherever that may be.
FEARS ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Ending up as a lone wolf.
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Unlike his sister, August remembers nothing of his life before their new pack. His first memories are of Romulus and the pack's medicine woman brewing an herbal remedy to ease a fever. The only parents he's ever known have been the elders of the pack, and his sister. Romulus took a special interest in Callen, but he spent the days of his youth roaming with the younger children around camp, getting into whatever trouble children seem to attract. He was raised communally, always under the impression that he was the happiest any orphan could be.
As he grew into his powers, the world opened up around him. He and the other young werewolves took great pleasure in searching out human towns, and spying on their terribly normal lives. Elders were the only ones allowed to actually interact with them, but August and the other children could not resist observing what mundanity felt like. Most of them grew bored, but not August. He remained incessantly curious, and began to dream of a normal life. He imagined them pleasant, open minded and probably not all that different from the people he knew. Sure, they lived in homes and permanent settlements instead of the tents and caravans that he'd come to know, but that didn't mean they weren't kind and warm and welcoming?
Of course, August was wrong. Humans do not take kindly to giant wolves prowling around their territory. Though most of his friends had refused to accompany him on his trips, August continued toeing the line. Finally, it caught up to him. The town he'd been visiting eventually decided to investigate the reports of large wolves in the surrounding woods, and one night, the hunting party intercepted him. August did not realize the danger he was in. The bullets did not pierce his skin, but they packed a punch, and they filled him with fear. The hunters chased him through the woods, as far as they could follow, and August returned to camp with a new outlook on the world.
The incident led to a falling out with Romulus. The surrogate father scolded him for his curiosity, reminded him what would happen to the pack if humans were to discover them. Romulus, who'd always seen him as just a boy, only trusted him less after that. For a few days, he worried he'd be exiled, but his sister remained by his side, and thus, he was allowed to stay. Soon though, his sister left for Hawthorne, and then, he was alone. An outcast among outcasts.
When it came time to leave for Hawthorne, August jumped at the opportunity. He would get to be near his sister again, and away from the pack of wolves who saw him as a foolish boy. He wants to prove that he is more than some child, led along by impulse. He wants to prove that he can help, not hinder, that he is a boon, rather than a bane. He's just not quite sure how.
It's winter in New York, and if the seasonal depression wasn't enough, there's a class reunion on the horizon. Beverly Hills High School's Class of 2013 has been summoned invited to The Magnolia, an upscale resort in upstate New York, by the girl who made all of their lives a living hell; Hailey Green. In a class full of artists and rising stars, nothing is more attractive than a bit of networking, even if that means rubbing elbows with a bunch of people you had hoped to never see again.
Enjoy the Magnolia's sweeping estate, Michelin Star meals, and top of the line service, while showing all your old enemies how much better you're doing. Hailey has planned a weekend itinerary that is simply to die for. There's certainly no way any of this could go wrong.
Silent Night at The Magnolia is a love letter to something old, with plenty of room for something new. Character will gather at The Magnolia for a reunion planned by former Queen Bee, Hailey Green, for a weekend that will very quickly fall off the rails. When the group gets trapped in the resort by a freak snowstorm, a killer will strike, and the game will be afoot. A SOL meets murder mystery, there's room for all kinds here.