Altered Tundra

Eye wants to write // Craving Digimon

_{Ken ♦ 30 ♦ Male ♦ Pacific Time}

About Me

Sup! I'm Eyeshine. You can call me Ken. As you might’ve guessed from the title and my snaggy header, I’m male and way too old to still be doing this, but here we are. I have been writing for the better part of the past *checks notes* thirteen years. I’m not the best and I’m certainly full of errors and typos here and there, but I like to think of myself as a literate writer.​
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I can’t promise that my posting speed is going to match my partner’s every single time, but if inspired and motivated enough, my response speed may surprise you. I tend to match whatever I’m given (for better or for worse). I can post anywhere from a paragraph to full-length chapter (if I feel like it).​
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I like to think of myself as someone very easy to get along with and, if you find me interesting enough, plot with. My preference of tropes tends to stay in a few known, almost laughably-cliche, yet-equally-as-entertaining categories: the loveable idiot, the girl that can kill you with a jab, and a kinda-sorta-not-really Hinata clone. But I mainly just go for whatever I know the most. Is it staying in my bubble? Maybe but I like to write characters I know I can do well.​
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But anyway, I’m rambling. I am an experienced writer and just love to relax and write occasionally.​

What I’m Want

It’s been a while since I’ve done any sort of interest check for a 1x1 and usually I stick with...adult ones, but recently I’ve been finding myself with a serious hankering for some fandoms, which will be listed down below. But first, a few things to keep in mind:

• Due to my age and for my own comfort, I will only be accepting partners who are 18 and over.
• Any idea to come from this might require we double, even triple up, which means us each tackling on 2-3 characters + any NPCs we may create down the line.
• I do consider myself an advanced lit writer, so my partner would need to be able to write at least 2-3 paragraphs (non dialogue).
• I love making friends and knowing my writing partners, so if you enjoy talking oocly, I'm your guy!
• Discord is my ideal platform for OOC. I'm online practically every day unless otherwise stated.

If you’re still with me, then bitchin! Absolutely bitchin!

Current Cravings
The amount of * next to it indicate my priority for it.

Kingdom Hearts

Fish Out of Water — Back to basics, classic KH (without all the convoluted plots), very KHII-esque, double/triple-friendly
It's summer vacation and you know what that means! It's time to divide your time from making the most out of the time you have until school starts back up again by spending it with your friends at The Usual Spot and earning money so you have some to spend to make the most of vacation. But as this happens, as you and your friends just have fun, strange occurrences happen around town. People go missing, strange creatures appear and little by little, a web of mystery unravels and changes life as you know it. Through a series of unfortunate events, you become entangled in a battle of light and darkness and through some help of friendly faces, you might come to know your place in this new normal.

Some kind of Bad Empire tryna control the hearts of the worlds idea? - Think Star Wars but Kingdom-Hearts-a-fied. Could fuse with first idea too. Give the perspective of an ongoing war between darkness army and light rebels from the young hero's perspective

Digimon

Vetrean Tamer x New Tamer(AU to Tamers canon) - ****
For a week now, random sightings of monsters have been making appearances in the park, at schools, near residential blocks, in downtown New York City, but nobody has been able to explain why. News stations have explained it away to it just being conspiracy theories, elaborate pranks, and other such things that most would take their word for it, but to those who know, to those who know about DIgimon, even as a concept for a wildly popular MMORPG and card game, know it when they see it: Digimon are real and more than just a card game. And they're in New York City.

For two kids no older than fourteen, probably in eighth grade who still play the games (either professionally or for fun), they know. And they are about to cross paths. One has been a Digimon Tamer (as they are called) for close to a year and one is about to be introduced to a world that nobody prepared them for. This world has a war brewing in the distance and neither veteran nor novice tamer is ready for what that'll bring to The Big Apple.

New DATS Recruits/Something akin to it - ******

I don't have a whole plot for this, but I've always liked the idea that Data Squad/Savers presented, so maybe we could do something like that. In a sort of "FBI recruitment" approach or even general young avengers style. Maybe a series DNA scanning and Behavioral tests would be how our Digimon partners are chosen? Whether that is opposite of our characters' personalities or just an extension of them remains to be seen, but yeah I'm very much interested in this idea, as well.

Re: Diginited - **********
Disclaimer, this idea is very experimental, but I think it has a lot of potential

Ten years ago, a group of four kids, who now live in infamy in the Digital World who saved both human and digital worlds from sure destruction, that were dubbed as "The Saviors". In truth, they were four kids who possessed two crests that represented two characteristics about themselves. With their partner Digimon, they put to rest GranDracmon and his army of undead dark area digimon. A foe that was so strong that he usurped the Demon Lords themselves and rose to power as the self-appointed Mad King of the Digital World. When he fell, the discord in the two worlds slowly faded. As the need for saviors faded, so did these kids' reason for being in the digital world. They said goodbye to all the friends they made along the way. To their partners and went on to live normal lives.

Now, ten years later, these kids are no longer kids. They are adults. They might be working their own job, living in their own apartment and maybe even have someone in their lives that is precious to them. But lately, they've been having dreams. As adults who might have mental health issues, they chalked it up to that, but the dreams will become progressively worse. They become a lot more vivid until there will come a point where they can't pass it off as something less than it is.

The time for the Saviors to return is at last here, with the brewing threat of a revival. A second coming of madness. Grandracmon is not dead.

Rosefell High.

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There was a certain air of familiarity for Miki when she stepped into Christian's house with Jackson's arm hooked with hers. The party crowd that she had known for the longest time, the subjects that she had come to both adore and control all around her. It was both emboldening her, taking her back to a time when Liberty was no longer closed down and she could be her truest self with them.

But as she went through the maze of intoxicated teens, their hollars already giving her a headache, she felt something else pull her. The facade she put up for everyone about how she had to be this perfect ruler with the iron fist was, in some way, being reduced to Jackson's anchor. Not that she thought that was less than anything else, but at a party, where she had to be present as the queen more than anything else, she felt like her mind was playing a game of tug of war.

Even as she and Jackson found a spot where beer was aplenty and company was pleasant, she still felt the inward struggle pull her. Staying by Jackson's side was something she knew she had to, less she feels like she was abandoning him, but she was the queen of liberty. Even if most of them didn't like her, they had to know she was around. But doing the latter meant abandoning Jackson, or at least pulling him into the chaos.

And she couldn't do that to him.

What do I do?

She hated this. Miki Park never doubted herself, yet here she was doing just that.

Maybe they can start with a beer and see where that takes them.

So she handed him a beer and got one for herself. "Here. This will help us relax!" She didn't know if that was true, but at this point, she was willing to try anything. Maybe if she had some liquid courage, she may find hers yet.

Digimon: Shattered Boundary

Not to be THAT guy but I'm being THAT guy.

Are we waiting on anyone? or is things just going slowww. I know things fizzle out sometimes but I want it to be known I'm trying to be active this time lol.

@Renny

I was wondering the same thing. From what I can see, there's only one person who hasn't posted in the current round.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

^{_{A @metanoia & @Vicier Collab}}

_{Featuring Damien & Erin}
^{Location • Camp Half-Blood — Hades Cabin}

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There was a moment before he decided against it that Damien Blake considered showing up to the tower event. There was even a pros and cons list made in his head. He knew it wouldn't be fair to everyone else if he showed up, but at the same time, the look on their faces when they lost would have been, if nothing else, more satisfying than drinking an original coke-a-cola during a hot summer day while jamming to Slayer.

But then he remembered how much he hated sanctioned events at camp and he just put on his headphones and let it rain blood in his head.

After a few dozen times of listening to Raining Blood, Damien had the sudden realization that something was missing from his room. He surveyed his embarrassingly-messy room that had clothes scattered about and had noticed that there was one thing that wasn't around.

Or should he say one person was absent from his room.

"That damn dog!" Damien cursed as he swung himself off his bed, rolling off the side. Damien was dressed in black jeans and a white t, though he wore no shoes. When it was just him and his music, he didn't like to wear shoes. It was a weird habit, sure, but what would this world be if people didn't have their unique quirks? Boring and normal and who wanted to be normal?

Damien stormed out of his room with a slight hint of annoyance making itself home on his face as he stormed down the hall, the soles of his feet making his presence felt as each step held a thunderous stomp. Of course, Damien did this intentionally. He was trying to make sure his sister heard him coming. He wanted her to be partially prepared when he reached her room.

And when he did, he didn't bother knocking and stood in front of the now open door, looking around the room and he saw who he was looking for. "Seriously, Onyx? That's the fifth time this week!" Onyx just barked happily as it laid with Erin's hellhounds, which together they looked like a miniature Cerberus. Onyx started wagging his tail at his master, obviously happy to see him and Damien shook his head, laughing as he smiled.

Anything else she could think of to bring…

A frown once more appearing over her strong features, Erin let her dark gaze glide slowly over the countertop in her bathroom. Lingering on certain items that caught her attention; but again, she had no fucking clue. He could have Anything she could think of to bring- there were more than a million different items that he could have been referring to, and honestly, she was pretty damn sure that none of them were the ones she was thinking of. Fuck..! Why did this all have to be so difficult..? No. The better question was: why did this have to happen at all..?

Her emotions bubbling again at the surface- threatening to spill out as her eyes grew damn with tears for what felt like the millionth time, Erin dashed them away with a swipe of her hand. Hell no. No more tears. She was done with them; couldn’t afford to shed anymore. And if she could help it, she wouldn’t either.

Hand lifting, the sleeves of Brandon’s hoodie pushed up her arms, Erin took up a few things from the counter. Her make-up bag… her hair straightener; her more ’feminine’ products, and though she very much doubted she was going to need them, there was no way she was going to be taking that chance in the first place.

Hand curling over her hairbrush as she turned away from the counter, she left the privacy of her bathroom altogether. The seam of her lips parting in slight surprise as her gaze fell instantly to her brother’s figure standing in the main doorway of her room. Step slowing a moment, taking a moment to wonder if perhaps he’d finally caught her out or if he was there, like everyone else, to discuss her quest; it wasn’t until she heard the cheerful barks of Onyx that it all began to make a bit more sense in her mind.

Right. His dog.

“..hey…” Staring at him a moment longer from where she stood, Erin crossed over to her bed. And having already folded and re-packed her undergarments so as not to trigger Tyler too much during their time out of camp, she began to slip the new items in. The stray thought entering her mind causing her to pause and to turn back round to face her brother. Glancing at him, though unable to keep eye-contact for more than a few brief seconds at a time, “Oh… uhm… do you… still have my portable charger..? I-... I kind of need it back for a while...”

“The charger?”

Damien thought about her question for a few, quick moments. He found it odd that she was asking about that of all things. Not ‘why are you in my room, dunderhead’, but her charger he totally didn’t forget to give back to her. “Yeah, it might be somewhere in my room.” Damien walked into her room and walked over to where Erin’s bed was and gave Onyx a few soft pets, to which he responded with excited tail wags and soft barks of approval. It was then that Damien realized he completely skipped over the last part of what she said. “Wait what do you mean you won’t be back for a while?” He asked, taking a seat on her surprisingly soft bed next to Onyx, continuing to scratch behind his ear.

“..I said I need it back for a while...” Turning back to what she was doing as he made to sit on her bed; it was a way to avoid looking him in the eye. Doing her best to instead focus on what was in front of her, rather than on the all too familiar look he was going to give her when he found out she was heading off for a few days. Granted, it was usually to go spend time in the Underworld, but still…

“..but… y-yeah… I won’t be back for a while either, so… I mean... both ways work… And I’ll need you to look after Salem and my hell-babies while I’m gone...”

“Right…” He wasn’t buying whatever bullshit she was trying to sell him, but the way she was speaking and how… unlike herself she was acting, Damien knew something happened between the last time he saw her to now. “Whenever you feel like telling me what’s up, I’m all ears, sis.” Damien wanted to make it clear that he wasn’t leaving as he crossed his legs on her bed and continued to pet Onyx, looking at Erin with a stern gaze, reinforcing what he said to be fucking gospel (or it would if he was a religious person).

..by the Gods, he was stubborn..! But then… so was she…

It had to be a family trait…

Sighing heavily, her shoulders visibly slumping as a sign that she wasn’t about to argue - really, she didn’t have the energy anymore - Erin turned her gaze over to her brother. Weary as finally, she met and held his eyes, “..I’ve been accused of stealing Aphrodite’s dove… I have seven days to go to Rome, find it, and bring it back to her… or else I’ll be given to Ares… and we both know I won’t be coming back if that happens...”

“Of all the..” Damien gritted his teeth, eyes narrowed with anger, and he balled his fists. Onyx stared up at him, sensing the fire stirring inside Damien. “There is no way they can do this!” He shouted, standing up. “That bitch probably misplaced her fucking bird while she was fucking someone’s man.” Damien started to pace back and forth, stopping after a few times. “So, you’re going to Rome. When?” He asked, trying to regain some semblance of his composure. He had to get the information before he blew a gasket.

“..as soon as the others are ready...” Turning on the spot, following him with her eyes, she sighed. Her hands coming together in her lap as she leant back against the edge of her bed. Sitting in silence for a moment before lamely motioning beside her to where her own bag was sat open, “..and as I’m done packing...”

Biting her lip, her hand returning to the other, she hesitated before speaking again. Her voice soft, almost pleading, “..I didn’t do this, I swear on Styx. I went and spent a couple of days in the Underworld, yeah but… aside from one or two of Bran’s hoodies over the years, I’ve never stolen anything..!”

Damien stood there, his immediate anger quelling at the sound of his sister’s pleading-like tone to her voice. He looked at her, his expression somewhat neutral, like he felt momentarily helpless. ”You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Erin,” Damien said, approaching Erin and putting his hand on hers, reassuring her. “I know you didn’t steal that bitch’s dove.” He needed her to know that he didn’t think for one second that she did this. And even if she had, he would feed that fucking dove to Onyx just to stick it to the Gods.

“..what if I can’t do this..?”

Hands twisting in her lap, her fingers curled gently around his. Holding onto her brother almost in desperation as she searched his eyes. Seeking out answers behind them to questions that neither of them had voiced, but were clearly thinking, “..I know that there’s a heap of people who have hope that I can. And… And Kyrin said that… it’s okay to be afraid, but… Damien, just the thought of leaving is making me sick. It’s taking everything I have not to spiral into another panic and anxiety attack...”

As he felt his sister squeeze his hand, feeling her hand shake in his, he felt an all-too-familiar knot in his gut tighten up. How many times has this happened? Too many. And the fact that she had doubts just spoke to how serious this was. The severity of her situation did force Damien to not think with his fists for a change. He usually went with the ‘fuck everyone’ approach and he almost did, but Erin mentioned she was afraid. And he knew that it was bad.

“Erin, listen..” His voice started out low and he took another moment to take in a breath. “Nobody can force you to go. If you want to, I’m sure you could hide out in the Underworld. And you know what? Nobody would blame you, but listen, I don’t know who told you you couldn’t do this, but they need to reevaluate their life choices if that’s what they’re feeding you. You’re not some regular Demigoddess. You’re not someone who can be bullied into submission by some overhyped prostitute or her side piece.” He smiled at his sister and continued, “..you’re Erin Chase and most importantly, you’re my sister. You will not only clear your name and find that stupid dove, but when you get back, we will personally find out who set you up and make them pay.”

“..D-Damien, I-...”

He had such faith in her… just like all the others. So why couldn’t she have that same faith in herself..? What the hell was wrong with her..? Heh. She knew that answer- no. She knew that list of answers. There was never just one. It was never as simple as that; not when it came to her anyway.

Staring up at him a few moments longer; it was light, but she nevertheless nodded her head to let him know she’d heard him. That she understood, even if she was still having a hard time in agreeing with his words, “..I-I’ll do my best...”

“Damn right you will!” He proclaimed, reinforcing her own words. “I mean, who else is gonna spoil Onyx?” As he spoke, Onyx barked in support of Damien’s sentiment, wagging his tail. The son of hades smiled at his dog, then smiled at Erin. “Who all is going with you to Rome?” He asked curiously.

She couldn’t help it, the small smile that danced across her lips at both her brother’s and his dog's enthusiasm. Really those two made the perfect pair, “..Brandon and Ty are coming with me… Spencer and Carlos both said yes as well… The prophecy I was given said six. I… I still need to ask one more...”

“Six, huh?” He hummed thoughtfully. “Is there anyone else who you think might be a helpful addition to the team? I mean, you’ve assembled a great bunch. Loyal, strong, and dependable. But if the prophecy said six, then there’s gotta be one more left even if they don’t know it yet.”

“..I know you don’t like him, but… I was thinking… Peter Pan...” A frown on her features, Erin searched her brother’s features, trying to gage his reaction to the idea of her possibly taking Zeru with her on the quest that ultimately determined whether she lived or died, “..we’re after a stupid bird… and he can fly...”

A scowl immediately covered Damien’s face. That pompous, son of a bitch, poor excuse for a demigod, Zeru Williams. Just the thought of him going with Erin on her quest made his underworld blood boil. As much as he wanted to express his clear disapproval of this choice, he knew this wasn’t about him. Whether Damien wanted to admit it or not (he didn’t), the fact remained that Zeru was a great choice from a strength standpoint. “If he is the one you want, then I’ll support you, Erin.” He offered her a smile.

“..he isn’t the one I want, but...” Hesitating, she gave her brother’s hands another gentle squeeze. Refusing to let go. She knew how Damien felt about the son of Zeus- he despised him with a passion. One that seemed to run almost as hot as his feelings towards their father; though she wasn’t about to go bringing that up right now. One: she wasn’t stupid to do so… and two: she didn’t really have the time to talk family disputes, “..I think he’s the one that I need...”

”Well..” Damien made sure to lock eyes with his sister, taking another moment of silence to think about his words carefully, something he wasn’t always known for doing. ”Then I think you should go ahead and ask him. You’re gonna need the best and even though I can’t stand the guy, even I can recognize his strength.” Nobody could possibly know how much it pained Damien to say those words out loud.

It couldn’t have been easy for him to admit that- to say the words out loud like he had, or even to so much as put the smallest amount of trust in the son of Zeus. The had he had to rely on him to help keep her safe while they were on the hunt for a stupid fucking bird. But she wasn’t about to argue… deep down, he thought it was a good idea… so it was the one that she was going to go with.

Letting go of his hands as she drew up to her full height- standing up from where she had been sat on the edge of her bed; Erin’s arms wrapped, one by one around the back of Damien’s neck. Pulling him close against her in a hug, “..I-I’ll do my best… I promise, Dae...”

Damien allowed himself to smile, breathing out a happy breath as he hugged Erin. “I know, Erin..” He whispered as he heard a supportive bark from Onyx. As he turned away from the hug, he smiled at his dog, then brought his eyes back to Erin. “Now, about that charger.”

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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___________________________________ N A M E Damien Moses Blake A G E November 9th, 18 G E N D E R Cismale S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N [London, England N A T I O N A L I T Y British-American E T H N I C I T Y English and Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6’0” Weight: 170lbs Hair: Naturally blonde with dark roots Eyes: Sapphire blue Body Type: Lean and toned || Damien works out and keeps on top of his training. Body Marks: In addition to the runes etched into his skin that is a visible reminder of his legacy, Damien also has a few tattoos: a skull on his left shoulder, a snake coiling around a sword, and the words “Fuck Hades” on his fingers (one letter per finger minus the left thumb). ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single for now F A M I L Y Mother Amelia Blake — Mother (Alive) Father Hades (King of the Underworld & Lord of the Dead) Siblings Erin Maree Chase (Older Half-Sister) Nico Di Angelo (Older Half-Brother; Camp Alum) Bianca Di Angelo (Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum) Hazel Levesque (Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum) Stepmother Persephone (Goddess of Vegetation) L E G A C Y Hecate (Goddess of boundaries, crossroads, witchcraft, and ghosts) P E T S Onyx, a black pitbull. Damien always felt a certain pull towards those given bad reps and pitbulls are probably the most misunderstood of all dog breeds. || "A loyal partner-in-crime. He won't attack you if he doesn't perceive you as a threat to me. And he only attacks on my command." ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ His mother, stepmother, and legacy-mother. Let's just say, while Damien can't stand his father, the three women in his life mean the world to me. ✔ Anything rock and roll. This could range from the music, to bands, to lifestyle, to even the fashion. ✔ The original Coc-a-Cola. Yes, that means the one with a bit of cocaine in it. D I S L I K E S ✘ Hades - as if this needs any explanation. Damien hates his father with a passion. ✘ Excessively positive people. Not that he dislikes them personally, but too much positivity gives him indigestion. ✘ Mainstream pop music. Yes, he's aware this makes him a hipster. Yes, he's aware that it's popular for a reason. Still doesn't change the fact he can't stand the overproduced garbage. ✘ Church and most religions other than the religion of worshipping rock and roll. This has less to do with him being the son of the Greek Satan and more to do with his athetist-esque beliefs, which he is aware is ironic considering he's a demigod. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Honest → Selectively compassionate → loyal →moderately antisocial → volatile (in good ways and bad) → spiteful → holds grudges Damien isn't one to always be forthright with how he really feels but he also isn't afraid to speak his mind should he feel the need to. He's pretty unpredictable in that way. Another fact about him is his tendency to hold onto grudges from years past. See, loyalty and trust has always been a rare thing for him. You can blame it on his father if you want (he sure as hell will), but he's been wronged so many times that Damien just doesn't have it in him to outright trust someone. But, if you can somehow manage to prove to him you're worthy of his trust, he'll give you loyalty in return. Break it and you'll find out just how much of his father's petty he really inherited. As a lover, Damien is somewhere between a passionate romance to someone who will make your exes jealous. And he doesn't mind being that for people. He's never been too picky when it came to whoever he boned. Honestly, he's never had a monogamous relationship in his life. Granted he's only 18, but the fact remains. He might be Hades' son, but one might venture a guess as to how much like Zeus he really is. Eh, probably too much if he gets around as much as he does. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Balance is the key to everything in the universe. For every action, there’s an opposite and equal reaction, right? For every good thing you do, it is often followed by a mistake of equal proportion. And just like that, for every Erin Chase, whose relationship with Hades, while not ideal, was decent, there is a Damien Blake, someone whose thoughts about Hades border on homicidal. And that’s on a good day. Damien’s contempt for Hades exceeds as far away from it centering around the King of the Underworld being an absentee father. Damien accepted long ago that Hades wasn’t going to be in his life in any traditional sense. He wouldn’t wake up to the smell of pancakes and his father reading the paper. He wouldn’t experience typical father-son moments like playing catch, talking about girls or why Donald Trump is a moron. Or argue with his father about why the latter supports Boris Johnson. If only it were that simple, right? Growing up in London, Damien always had to fend for himself. His mom, as much as she loved him, couldn’t prepare him for everything. Their neighborhood was one of the many bad ones that were filled to the brim with criminals and drug dealers and all kinds of unsavory types, but his mother Amelia Blake was always his rock. And until a point in his life when he couldn’t rely on her, she was the person who gave him the strength to be strong. The person who he knew would always make his bad days okay again. No matter what happened, Damien could always rely on her. But unbeknownst to him, Amelia had made a literal deal with the devil. But this devil wasn’t Lucifer Morningstar or even the other devil-like figures in the various mythologies. This devil was sly, handsome, and a real charmer (his mother’s words, obviously). But he was also a bitter, scarred bastard and forced Amelia into a deal: in exchange for allowing Damien to know his humane side, Amelia could raise Damien for a full decade. From birth to his tenth birthday, he was going to live with her, but after his tenth birthday, the clock ran out and he would be whisked away from her and live in the underworld with Hades, his father. This is why Damien hates his father. He stole him away from the only parent he ever gave a damn about. It didn’t matter if life in the underworld was different and objectively amazing (his father’s words), Damien never let up on his anger. From ten until fourteen, he lived in the underworld, but during those times - especially after the first two years - Damien made trouble for Hades. At some point, he imprisoned Damien as a bizarre form of being grounded. The only contact he had was with his stepmother, Persephone and Persephone’s close companion, Hecate. It was Hecate who Damien felt the most drawn to. Maybe it was his natural affinity towards the dark side of things or his anger, but throughout his time in the underworld, which that in itself must have made time go by a lot slower, because his time spent studying under Hecate, learning from her, and generally feeling like he was some kind of adopted child of hers -- okay, maybe he was more like a student -- there was no doubting that he and Hecate shared a bond. After a few years locked away in the underworld, Damien made a daring attempt in escaping. He knew Hades would be mad, but who the fuck cared about him, anyway? With the help of his Legacy, Hecate, she opened up a portal from the Underworld to Long Island, New York. It was the place where Camp Half-Blood was and it was the only place he could go to be truly safe from Hades. And he did. And for nearly four years, he had been at Camp Half-Blood. For nearly four years, Damien Blake has held onto the hatred for his father, vowing one day he would go back to the underworld and kill his father. And maybe, one day, take over the underworld for himself. Maybe it was a big dream, but someone had to do it, right? ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin 13, Hades (King of the Underworld) Y E A R S AT C A M P Technically, three and a half since he arrived on his fourteenth birthday, but the official record states it’s been four. F A T A L F L A W Holding onto grudges and his temper (when it comes to certain individuals). R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S W E A P O N S • Shadowhunter - two short swords imbued with magical runes (gifted to him by Hecate). The runes themselves enhance sharpness and accuracy, but mostly against mythological creatures that threaten Damien's safety. • Unnamed - A set of eight throwing knives that were forged at the Camp Half-Blood forge upon his request for ranged weapons. A B I L I T I E S Damien's abilities include: Necromancy, Umbrakinesis, Limited Pyrokinesis, and Rune Spellcraft Detailed Explanation of Damien's Abilties Necromancy: Due to being the son of Hades, which he may hate more than anything in the world, Damien cannot deny his powers, especially that of the dead. Like his siblings before him, Damien has a certain control over the dead such as reviving them, speaking with them, commanding skeletons to fight for him, or in his case, serve as his training dummies. Most of the dead souls and skeletons that Damien chooses to focus on are those who were warriors in their past lives. Since it's more than likely that he couldn't properly train against those who still live, Damien much prefers it this way. Making my Monster Grow!: Damien has the ability to raise dead souls (to an extent). And though he may be able to raise all sorts of souls of the deceased, his preference has always been those who were warriors in their past lives. And he, of course, can only revive a limited number, but since they do tend to serve a singular purpose, the amount of time they linger about is, of course, limited in a sense. I hear dead people: Damien has always had a somewhat unorthodox relationship with the dead. Due to this, his ability to hear them almost at any time he desired to, Damien could strike up conversations with the souls of the dead that might be in the process of crossing the Styx River or have been recently deceased. Though possible, talking to the dead across dimensions (i.e. those in the Underworld), does take just a little of added effort on his end. Nevertheless, there is something to be noted of his affiliation for the ghastly and strange. Umbrakinesis: As a child of Hades, Damien's affinity for darkness is apparent, he can control the darkness in most facets that are available to him. He can use it to travel in the shadows, bend it to cover his skin a protective layer of "shadow skin", as well as use it offensively in the forms of tendrils and bolts of darkness. Shredding Boundaries, man!: Damien's ability with the shared shadow travel his siblings have might be different than theirs. Of course, they all share the same principles, which is using their connection to the underworld and their father to travel using the shadows, but in Damien's case, his is more of a strategic usage. Since he himself, at his core, is a warrior. As such, not only does using it not tire him out as it would others who can use this ability, he does not use it to travel great distances but rather a few feet, though using it in rapid succession (more than 5 times in less than thirty seconds) would have the same effect on him as it would those who use it to travel across state lines. This is because he is also actively using other abilities in battle, so there is also that to consider. Shrouded in Darkness: Manipulation of darkness takes another form for Damien as he can wrap himself in the shadows that cover either parts of his body or its entirety depending on what he desires. It acts as a second layer or slightly harder skin that, to its touch, is like a smooth surface but can withstand multiple blows from steel. But as great as it is, if partially donned, then his other umbrakinesis-related abilities will be weakened equal to how much of his body is covered. If he choses to give all to his defense, then he won't be able to use any of his other umbrakinesis abilities. And donning it completely will gradually drain him over time. Spikes and other Things: Offensively, Damien can manipulate and generate darkness into tendrils that come from the ground with the intent to impale his desired target. And likewise, he can create bolts of dark energy that look like a blackened version of Zeus' lightning bolt and it may seem like that too, but when it hits, it's just condensed, dark energy that has high concussive force behind it. And depending on how much focus he puts into it, they will either have the power of a soft punch or that of a wrecking ball. Of course, both come with their drawbacks: weaker bolts and tendrils will be able to be used several times over until he is drained while those with the potnetial for higher damage output would drain him severely. Limited Pyrokinesis: Being the son of Hades makes his ability to create and manipulate hellfire a given, but Damien is not, as one might put it, a pyromaniac. As such, he is not so skilled in it. He can create fireballs and fire bolts, but as for the more complicated abilities, he does not have an inkling of potential there. Spellcraft: Call it a gift from the goddess that may have taken something of a special interest in Damien. Hecate imbued him with the knowledge of spellcraft, which he took and built upon it, focusing on offensive and battle-centric runes. Whether they are the battle runes that were engraved on his body (generally ones that enhance physical capabilities and accuracy), or on his Shadowhunter blades, Damien would consider himself very adept when it comes to general spellcasting. And one might even find that he's extremely grateful to Hecate for it, as he uses it frequently in battle. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Damien is an avid rocker, for which he isn't shy about announcing. He will obnoxiously play his favorite bands as loud as he can in his room. He has a particular fondness for thrash, punk, and any anti-authority/religion songs and bands. He's particularly fond of Slayer and Anti-Flag, as well as Black Veil Brides, Bullet For My Valentine, and Nevermore Damien is kind of a sore winner and loser, especially when it comes to sparring/training sessions. When he wins, he rubs it in the faces of those he beat. When he loses, he holds a grudge and is extremely petty, almost to the point of being a bit too aggressive in the rematch. Despite being part of the Hades Cabin, Damien feels more at home at the Hecate cabin, as well as occasionally enjoying the views the Aphrodite Cabin provides. Damien is always up for unsanctioned fights, which may or may not be why he goes seeking fights anywhere he can find them. T H E M E S O N G Temper Temper Face Claim • Jamie Campbell Bower || Dialogue Color • #6699cc

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___________________________________ Location: — Infirmary - Camp Half-Blood Interactions — Bestest Sister @MarshiestMallow || Zane @Theyra Mentioned — Erin @Vicier| ___________________________________

As Kalinda spoke, Vivian chose the uncharacteristic approach in not saying anything or even thinking about interrupting her. She just took it all in: Kalinda's displeasure with the Gods and what they will do regardless of who it hurts, Erin going on a quest to find the missing Dove, and how they didn't have a healer going with them. Vivian couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had suddenly started to stir in her gut. Her half-sister had said that even a minor vision could mean something. She shrugged it off at first because she didn't think much of it. She saw herself faint and moments later, she did. And sure, it caused her to lose most of her strength, but that was common for her. Whenever she had visions, she got fatigued. It's always been like that since her powers manifested and it's been something that Vivian has come to accept. But then Kalinda spoke about Erin. About the Dove. And now the knowledge of her going without a healer made her read between the lines. Could it be that my vision was a direct response to this? The thought had crossed her mind, but maybe she didn't want to admit it because that meant that she would have to go with Erin. And that thought alone almost made her wish to have a snake in front of her, coiling up her arm. She shook her entire body at the thought of that. Neither was pleasant, but at least the snake never gave her an "I'm smaller compared to you" feeling. "Rations," Vivian said quietly, coughing and clearing her throat. "They'll need rations. Maybe some goss, too." Vivian hummed more for herself as if to collect her thoughts. "If one of them gets a bad cut, they'll need to clean the wound with something. So goss and antibiotics." As she spoke, Vivian's voice and face took a rather determined turn. "I'm not sure how much we can spare, but if we can, they'll need it, especially if there isn't an actual healer-healer going with them, ya know?"

Rosefell High.

Nicholas Grey 🎭 Liberty High

^{"Baby, I'm a nightmare dressed as a better-dressed nightmare" — Taylor Swift (kinda)}

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Name

Nicholas Salvador Grey
_{↳ Nicholas. Not Nicky, not Nick, and sure as hell not Sally. He prefers to be called Nicholas. Grey is reserved for teachers and people who want to get his attention in a negative way.}

Age

18, June 5th

Gender

Cisgendered Male; He/Him

Sexuality

Pansexual || "With so many beautiful souls out there, who am I to rob them of the pleasure of knowing what it's like to be with me?"

Ethnicity

Though he may not look it, Nicholas has traces of Japanese and Korean mixed into his dominantly Caucasian ethnicity. His father has a mix of Pacific Islander and Chinese while his mother has an unspecified european white. Nicholas obviously took after his mother most while Billie inherited their father's exotic features.

Relationship Status

Nicholas doesn't believe in relationships. He enjoys being able to see whoever he wants whenever he wants.

Label

Drama King

Grade

Senior

School

Liberty High

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Appearance Details

Nicholas embodies the best of his parents' features. Though he inherited his mother's pale complexion (that which is cared for with skincare products), the main positives he received from her was a rare case where his blue eyes came from a few generations on her side - the Greys. His father's features are more pronounced in the way his eyes are shaped, the ridges of his eyebrows and how defined his jawline is. Much like Kavi Salvador, Nicholas Grey has a jawline that could cut through a tough steak without even trying. Nicholas' square forehead is one of his key features and dark hair that falls down, creating an almost diamond-like head shape is something he's come to the conclusion that has both of his parents (and maybe his grandpa Kai) written all over it.

As he stands at six-feet even, Nicholas' body is that of a dancer. All of his life, he has trained in contemporary dancing (and has even dabbled in ballet and tap). He also regularly works out, so he is toned all around, which only speaks to his OCD when it comes to his health. He is the kind of person who makes kale smoothies, kale chips, and basically any other superfood. He needs the energy to spend when he dances and works out

Staying true to his artistry and maybe even the elitist life he grew up in, Nicholas' style is very traditional but it also sings a song about his background. He wears slacks, sweats, jeans -- all of which are dark-colored and all of which are paired with some form of turtle necks and/or colorful, button-up shirts. They might be one color and some might be with floral patterns. Whatever pattern or color they might be, you can always expect Nicholas to wear them with a pair of loafers. Nicholas Grey is a no-sneakers kind of boy.

Personality Traits

Charismatic → confident → well-mannered → flirtatious → elegant → conceited → dramatic → egotistical → has a superiority complex

Biography

Everything in Nicholas’ life has always been represented by two sides that make up the complete picture: his two parents and their two separate careers that held them up most nights of the week, keeping them from being around when he and his sisters needed them, his two sisters that have meant more to him than anything in this world, the same sisters he’d do anything for, and the two cities he called home.

Yeah, you could say everything in his life always came down to two things.

Another example of this: his upbringing.

Nicholas was born in New York City. Specifically, he was born in the Upper East Side of the Big Apple. And there for most of his life - from infanthood to mid-to-late teens - he lived in NYC with his parents, Billie, and Fiona. Fiona was the firstborn, so she always took care of the twins whenever their parents were busy with work. And he never really blamed them for it. That was the life they chose. His father, Kavi Salvador, was an actor who kept busy with roles, and his mother, Ariel Grey-Salvador, was a record producer. Again, he never hated her or anything close to it because he understood their jobs were important.

Besides, it wasn’t as though they didn’t make up for it when it mattered most. Even if he were to look back now, Nicholas had fond memories of family night where all of them took Zumba. Kavi and Nicholas were the only ones who showed any talent for the grace aspect of it, but that didn’t stop them from enjoying their time together.

But when family night -- or sometimes family weekend -- wasn’t happening, the kids came to know their nannies well. And they often drove them to wherever they needed to be: private school, after-school activities, and so on and so forth. But during those early years, Nicholas found a few loves: dancing and acting, which were always paired as one because they shared equal importance to Nicholas. Another was the debutante life. It also was where he fell in love with dancing, but it also served as one of the foundations that made Nicholas into the young man he is now. It built his confidence, made him act dignified (when he felt like it, of course), and it served as something he could pour his everything into.

The more he grew up, however, the more obvious it became that Nicholas’ confidence grew to heights nobody in the family thought he would. He became full of himself, had a near-identical personality to his father when he was a teenager, but also had the superiority complex that came from all of the years of praise, and generally any form of positivity that came his way. And it all went to his head.

But thus, life in his first home wasn’t meant to be. Nicholas had to say goodbye to the big apple because of his father. He never resented him, because at the end of the day, once he got used to Columbus, Ohio, Nicholas came to appreciate his new home and love it all the same. He came to recognize that it wasn’t all bad and that even though it was clearly different than what he came to know as home, he found the hidden beauty under its less-than-glamorous visage.

He still had the two parts of his life and, at the end of the day, no matter the changes that came, Nicholas found peace in that. Besides, whether Liberty or Rosefell, one couldn’t ignore that Nicholas was going to have a good time regardless of where he spent his last year of high school.

Family

Kavi Antonio Salvador // 45 // Father // Actor/Dancer/Singer (currently stars in the Canadian Soap Opera "With or Without Love" // FC: Blair Redford // "Dad always tried to be there and, I think with how busy his work schedule form filming to talk show appearances and award shows, the fact he always made time for his family, even if the rest had to be pushed to the side, said a lot to me growing up. It's the sort of thing that leaves a lasting impression."
Ariel Grey Salvador // 44 // Mother // Music Producer with Fallen Angel Records // FC: Jaimie Alexander // "Mom always did try to be there for us. Even after we moved, she did her best to make up for lost time. Not that any of us ever really blamed her or dad for having busy careers. But ever since the move - and especially since she's been working from home a lot, it's been nice to see her around more frequently. At least, it's a welcomed sight ever since Fiona left for college in Vermont."
Fiona Jade Salvador // 20 // Older Sister // Junior at Meadow University (studying music) // FC: Adelaide Kane // "Whenever our parents were busy with work, you were always there for us, Fi. You were only two years older than us, but you always acted like the parent. I'm positive that if it wasn't for you, me and Billie wouldn't be as mentally sound as we are now."
Billie Jean Salvador // 18 // Twin Sister // Senior at Liberty/Rosefell High School // FC: Christina Nadin // "Billie you're a constant pain in my ass, cause me more problems than I'd prefer to have, and consistently force my hand to put my neck out for you. But I wouldn't have it any other way. You're my rock and my northern star and I know I'm yours. You know me better than I do myself and, hell be damned if we let anyone mess with us."

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Misc

Face Claim: Thomas Doherty || Color Code: Steel Blue/#a0522d
🎭 Nicholas' love for dance originates from when he was younger in how his parents, older sister Fiona, and his twin, Billie Jean, would all have Family Zumba Night.
🎭 Every summer since he was thirteen, Nicholas has participated in the Debutante Ball. And every summer he and Billie Jean return to New York, he proudly takes part in it. In the debutante world, Nicholas is essentially considered royalty and the ideal partner because of his apt timing and devotion to it.
🎭 Nicholas' main guilty pleasure is watching weekly episodes of Greys Anatomy with Billie. It started when they were young and they just never stopped. It's a bit of a tradition for them and it's one of the few things they have for themselves. It doesn't matter how busy Nicholas is, he drops everything to spend that hour to two hours (depending on if it's a season premiere/finale or not, or if they're behind on a couple of episodes).
🎭 From members of his extended family, as well as his Aunt Nicolette (aka his namesake) has often compared him to his father. Not only in how he acts and dates more than not, but where his interests reside. Kavi Salvador was attracted to dance and acting and so is Nicholas. Those are his greatest passions outside of sex and soccer.
🎭 Nicholas' go-to sugary snack are skittles. Well, all except for the sour apple and lemon ones. Those he'll give to Billie.
🎭 Nicholas can be found on Instagram. His handle is @DreamingNGrey
🎭 Nicholas' preference for redheads may or may not be traced back to his childhood guilty pleasure of watching Powerpuff Girls due to his favorite being Blossom.

🎭 Blossom represented everything that both young Nicholas and current Nicholas prefers: red hair and a certain grace and eloquence that remains unrivaled.

My first favorite thing about Halloween is the discounted candy

What ideas have you backed off from, recently or otherwise?

A few months ago, I was going to do a Bleach roleplay centered around the Vizards (Shinigamis with hollow powers), but I ended up scrapping the idea because of a combo of reasons: got too busy with my other stuff, couldn't figure out some of the details to make my idea work, and generally lost steam by the time I went back to it. I also it had to do with me getting too deep into my own head, but that's a whole bag of worms all on its own.

I also had this idea to do a Digimon RP fashioned after the squad system Naruto made famous. There are a few moving parts, but I haven't enough confidence in it to go past the "this could work" phase. All I know is that it would probably be under the guise of "Digimon Tamer academia"-type stuff and, if I am able to pull it off, I think it would be pretty kickass.

Rosefell High.

@HaleyTheRandom @Melissa @Hedgehawk

Nicholas Grey 🎭 Liberty High

^{"Baby, I'm a nightmare dressed as a better-dressed nightmare" — Taylor Swift (kinda)}

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Name

Nicholas Salvador Grey
_{↳ Nicholas. Not Nicky, not Nick, and sure as hell not Sally. He prefers to be called Nicholas. Grey is reserved for teachers and people who want to get his attention in a negative way.}

Age

18, June 5th

Gender

Cisgendered Male; He/Him

Sexuality

Pansexual || "With so many beautiful souls out there, who am I to rob them of the pleasure of knowing what it's like to be with me?"

Ethnicity

Though he may not look it, Nicholas has traces of Japanese and Korean mixed into his dominantly Caucasian ethnicity. His father has a mix of Pacific Islander and Chinese while his mother has an unspecified european white. Nicholas obviously took after his mother most while Billie inherited their father's exotic features.

Relationship Status

Nicholas doesn't believe in relationships. He enjoys being able to see whoever he wants whenever he wants.

Label

Drama King

Grade

Senior

School

Liberty High

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Appearance Details

Nicholas embodies the best of his parents' features. Though he inherited his mother's pale complexion (that which is cared for with skincare products), the main positives he received from her was a rare case where his blue eyes came from a few generations on her side - the Greys. His father's features are more pronounced in the way his eyes are shaped, the ridges of his eyebrows and how defined his jawline is. Much like Kavi Salvador, Nicholas Grey has a jawline that could cut through a tough steak without even trying. Nicholas' square forehead is one of his key features and dark hair that falls down, creating an almost diamond-like head shape is something he's come to the conclusion that has both of his parents (and maybe his grandpa Kai) written all over it.

As he stands at six-feet even, Nicholas' body is that of a dancer. All of his life, he has trained in contemporary dancing (and has even dabbled in ballet and tap). He also regularly works out, so he is toned all around, which only speaks to his OCD when it comes to his health. He is the kind of person who makes kale smoothies, kale chips, and basically any other superfood. He needs the energy to spend when he dances and works out

Staying true to his artistry and maybe even the elitist life he grew up in, Nicholas' style is very traditional but it also sings a song about his background. He wears slacks, sweats, jeans -- all of which are dark-colored and all of which are paired with some form of turtle necks and/or colorful, button-up shirts. They might be one color and some might be with floral patterns. Whatever pattern or color they might be, you can always expect Nicholas to wear them with a pair of loafers. Nicholas Grey is a no-sneakers kind of boy.

Personality Traits

Charismatic → confident → well-mannered → flirtatious → elegant → conceited → dramatic → egotistical → has a superiority complex

Biography

Everything in Nicholas’ life has always been represented by two sides that make up the complete picture: his two parents and their two separate careers that held them up most nights of the week, keeping them from being around when he and his sisters needed them, his two sisters that have meant more to him than anything in this world, the same sisters he’d do anything for, and the two cities he called home.

Yeah, you could say everything in his life always came down to two things.

Another example of this: his upbringing.

Nicholas was born in New York City. Specifically, he was born in the Upper East Side of the Big Apple. And there for most of his life - from infanthood to mid-to-late teens - he lived in NYC with his parents, Billie, and Fiona. Fiona was the firstborn, so she always took care of the twins whenever their parents were busy with work. And he never really blamed them for it. That was the life they chose. His father, Kavi Salvador, was an actor who kept busy with roles, and his mother, Ariel Grey-Salvador, was a record producer. Again, he never hated her or anything close to it because he understood their jobs were important.

Besides, it wasn’t as though they didn’t make up for it when it mattered most. Even if he were to look back now, Nicholas had fond memories of family night where all of them took Zumba. Kavi and Nicholas were the only ones who showed any talent for the grace aspect of it, but that didn’t stop them from enjoying their time together.

But when family night -- or sometimes family weekend -- wasn’t happening, the kids came to know their nannies well. And they often drove them to wherever they needed to be: private school, after-school activities, and so on and so forth. But during those early years, Nicholas found a few loves: dancing and acting, which were always paired as one because they shared equal importance to Nicholas. Another was the debutante life. It also was where he fell in love with dancing, but it also served as one of the foundations that made Nicholas into the young man he is now. It built his confidence, made him act dignified (when he felt like it, of course), and it served as something he could pour his everything into.

The more he grew up, however, the more obvious it became that Nicholas’ confidence grew to heights nobody in the family thought he would. He became full of himself, had a near-identical personality to his father when he was a teenager, but also had the superiority complex that came from all of the years of praise, and generally any form of positivity that came his way. And it all went to his head.

But thus, life in his first home wasn’t meant to be. Nicholas had to say goodbye to the big apple because of his father. He never resented him, because at the end of the day, once he got used to Columbus, Ohio, Nicholas came to appreciate his new home and love it all the same. He came to recognize that it wasn’t all bad and that even though it was clearly different than what he came to know as home, he found the hidden beauty under its less-than-glamorous visage.

He still had the two parts of his life and, at the end of the day, no matter the changes that came, Nicholas found peace in that. Besides, whether Liberty or Rosefell, one couldn’t ignore that Nicholas was going to have a good time regardless of where he spent his last year of high school.

Family

Kavi Antonio Salvador // 45 // Father // Actor/Dancer/Singer (currently stars in the Canadian Soap Opera "With or Without Love" // FC: Blair Redford // "Dad always tried to be there and, I think with how busy his work schedule form filming to talk show appearances and award shows, the fact he always made time for his family, even if the rest had to be pushed to the side, said a lot to me growing up. It's the sort of thing that leaves a lasting impression."
Ariel Grey Salvador // 44 // Mother // Music Producer with Fallen Angel Records // FC: Jaimie Alexander // "Mom always did try to be there for us. Even after we moved, she did her best to make up for lost time. Not that any of us ever really blamed her or dad for having busy careers. But ever since the move - and especially since she's been working from home a lot, it's been nice to see her around more frequently. At least, it's a welcomed sight ever since Fiona left for college in Vermont."
Fiona Jade Salvador // 20 // Older Sister // Junior at Meadow University (studying music) // FC: Adelaide Kane // "Whenever our parents were busy with work, you were always there for us, Fi. You were only two years older than us, but you always acted like the parent. I'm positive that if it wasn't for you, me and Billie wouldn't be as mentally sound as we are now."
Billie Jean Salvador // 18 // Twin Sister // Senior at Liberty/Rosefell High School // FC: Christina Nadin // "Billie you're a constant pain in my ass, cause me more problems than I'd prefer to have, and consistently force my hand to put my neck out for you. But I wouldn't have it any other way. You're my rock and my northern star and I know I'm yours. You know me better than I do myself and, hell be damned if we let anyone mess with us."

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Misc

Face Claim: Thomas Doherty || Color Code: Steel Blue/#a0522d
🎭 Nicholas' love for dance originates from when he was younger in how his parents, older sister Fiona, and his twin, Billie Jean, would all have Family Zumba Night.
🎭 Every summer since he was thirteen, Nicholas has participated in the Debutante Ball. And every summer he and Billie Jean return to New York, he proudly takes part in it. In the debutante world, Nicholas is essentially considered royalty and the ideal partner because of his apt timing and devotion to it.
🎭 Nicholas' main guilty pleasure is watching weekly episodes of Greys Anatomy with Billie. It started when they were young and they just never stopped. It's a bit of a tradition for them and it's one of the few things they have for themselves. It doesn't matter how busy Nicholas is, he drops everything to spend that hour to two hours (depending on if it's a season premiere/finale or not, or if they're behind on a couple of episodes).
🎭 From members of his extended family, as well as his Aunt Nicolette (aka his namesake) has often compared him to his father. Not only in how he acts and dates more than not, but where his interests reside. Kavi Salvador was attracted to dance and acting and so is Nicholas. Those are his greatest passions outside of sex and soccer.
🎭 Nicholas' go-to sugary snack are skittles. Well, all except for the sour apple and lemon ones. Those he'll give to Billie.
🎭 Nicholas can be found on Instagram. His handle is @DreamingNGrey
🎭 Nicholas' preference for redheads may or may not be traced back to his childhood guilty pleasure of watching Powerpuff Girls due to his favorite being Blossom.

🎭 Blossom represented everything that both young Nicholas and current Nicholas prefers: red hair and a certain grace and eloquence that remains unrivaled.

My first favorite thing about Halloween is the discounted candy

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

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By the lack of an answer from the maleficarum to his question fo curiosity as to why he was specifically targetted, it was made clear to Zestasia that she had no intention of giving him a reason why. So instead of pursuing the matter any further, he prepared himself for round two.

Hands that remained lit aglow with the golden hue of his ignis ether, they responded to his desire to keep fighting and shone brighter. He saw the witch almost go for him and he meant to charge, but as his attention was momentarily taken away from the magi and to where the last was doing battle with his brother and Etoile, he looked up and caught the sight of familiar red hair approach. At first, he grinned at her, but in a matter of moments, that grin faded as he saw her magic gather around.

"Wait..."

Suddenly, Zestasia's gut instinct that never steered him wrong forced him to whip his neck and he saw the maleficarum come at him again, but then, in the midst of a flashy show of magic, he saw Pythia put all of her magic into a blow that sent the shockingly cute maleficarum crashing into a tree. He put his hands up to shield him from the winds that would follow.

And then as the dust cleared and Zestasia heard her voice, he grinned.

“This moron is under my protection, got it? Yield and I will not kill you.”

"Yeah! What she said!" It took him half of a moment to register the first part of what she said. "Minus the moron bit, but everything else still stands!"

Zes stepped beside, looking at Pythia, his grin returning, the glow around his hands fading out as he did not feel a sense of urgency to defend himself anymore. "Thanks for saving my hide. I mean, I could have probably taken her second attack, but thanks!" He chuckled and pat her shoulder. "You know, up until now, I was beginning to think you didn't like me, but I guess you really do care, don't you?" He bumped her shoulder teasingly, chuckling with every motion.