Apokalipse

Dehumanized

Name:

Joy Carter

Age:

20

Gender:

Female

Nomadic or sedentary:

Nomadic

Weapons:

The Ruger 10-22 (a pistol), Cold Steel SRK (a knife)

Skills:

Lying, sneaking, shooting

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?:

Her vocal chords have been altered by the radioactivity, giving her more vocal range. Because of this mutation, Joy is able to mimic almost any human or animal noise. It shows as a small lump on her throat, almost like an adam's apple.

Brief Personality:

Joy is the very definition of rough. Her scratchy voice paired with her crass, sarcastic words and general dislike for everybody makes her easily the bitch. However, when someone first meets her that’s not what they expect. She usually changes her voice to sound honeyed and sweet, is polite, and acts bubbly until she feels like revealing that she is anything but. Joy gets a kick out of tricking people into thinking things about her and can take on multiple personas. Her moral code is low and she is not afraid to kill others without a single thought or prostitute herself to a man in exchange for a gun or food. She uses people, even though she knows she shouldn’t, to get what she wants and never feels guilty. She doesn’t care about anyone else but herself. One time, she even made a man fall in love with her so she could take his gun in his sleep! However, she is not without her merits. Joy is extremely intelligent and prefers to use logic over emotion, making her someone to rely on in a pinch – or not, if she decided to sacrifice you to live. She is patient, her patience seeming unending and hardly ever gets mad.

Background:

Joy Carter had never known the world before its fall. She was born into a cold, moral less world and, as such, came out cold and moral less herself. She was born to a young couple, but that is all she remembers due to the fact they abandoned her in woods, now not having to worry about what people think of them. She almost died from the cold until she was found by another survivor that went by the name of Trey. Trey raised her to survive in the big bad world, keeping Joy at a distance, never allowing herself to become emotionally attached to the young Joy. As such, Joy didn't value intimacy as much as the people in the previous age had. She taught Joy to use others and to never regret it, to abandon guilt, and to manipulate.

Joy didn't know much about Trey; she didn't know her age, where she came from, what her real name was, who she was before. For awhile, Joy would ask about her life, but when she did, Trey would slap her hard on the wrist and Joy learned not to ask questions. Around the age of nine, Trey began to leave Joy for an hour or two and, by the age of ten, Trey started leaving for days. One day, Trey never came back. Joy knew this was going to happen eventually and didn't dwell on it. She immediately left with all the supplies she could find and begun to search for someone she could use.

When Joy was sixteen, she was a part of a band of bandits and helped them steal right out from others noses. She stayed with them until she was nineteen, until one day, they decided to cut their losses in order to keep the supplies to themselves - they tried to kill her. Joy barely escaped with a bullet in her arm and stumbled around, trying to keep the wound from festering, when she came to a survivor at least twenty years her senior. His name was Steven and Joy entered into a sexual relationship with him; he eventually fell in love with her. Joy found his affection for her disgusting, but she allowed him to love her, using him to get what she wants.

When she came across Maria, a woman willing to mentor her and help her survive, Joy was quick to dump Steven and leave...in the middle of the night...with some of his things.

Alone or with someone?:

With Someone

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

I definitely think Lars and Jules could have a good relationship, especially cause they're in the same house. They could get into all sorts of shenanigans together. Add in Aella and Dors (if they're willing) and we could have a Mauraders dynamic (since they're all in Magical Creatures Club).

Amelia's in the same house as Lars and Jules right? She could easily become friends with either of them.

@Fumari

I would love that. But considering how Aella only has friends that walk over her/uses her since she is so meek. However, we can have them form a friendship during the RP and she can be introduced into the little Maurauders group (:

Zombie Exodus

Yeah, 'cause Joseph is pretty much just sitting around at this point~ I wanted to have her socialize, but I accidentally put her in a situation where she wouldn't usually. So, I'm trying to figure that out. If I figure it out before the zombie post, I'll post.

Teen Wolf | Surviving The Bite

Sorry for the big gifs, I'm going to resize them later. But I posted, finally~ I had it mostly finished yesterday, but my friend came over at 7, supposedly only to stay for a few hours, and then she ended up staying until 8 in the morning so we could talk more ^_^

EDIT: Resized them ^_^

Teen Wolf | Surviving The Bite

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“So, Isabella texted me last night?”

“Ooh, a booty call?”

The moving truck loped across the street, the inhabitants laughing as darkness tinged the sky. The small space inside smelled heavily of French fries and chocolate milkshakes. Chris and River couldn’t get enough of the smell. Ever since they were little, Chris’s mom would get them French fries and chocolate milkshakes and they would scurry into Chris’s dad’s truck, sitting there and eating. It started as a way for peace and quiet, but soon became a tradition. After inheriting his father’s truck, Chris became reliant on the short time it took for them to finish their delicious treats. River never asked him why, she didn’t need to. It was because it was a short return to normalcy for him, a piece of his old life. They never talk about it.

“I wouldn’t call it a booty call. She was drunk.” Chris chuckled, stuffing a french fry into his mouth. He swallowed before continuing, “She was nagging me about getting back together.”

River smiled, flicking a lock of red from her face and sipping her milkshake. “What did you do to get rid of her?”

Chris smiled in amusement, his green eyes shining with a mischievousness that River rolled her eyes at. “Well, I told her we were dating of course.” Chris said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“Ha! And did she really believe you?” The girl shook her head, slumping against the car door and slamming her shoeless feet on the dashboard. Chris had the mind to swat her feet away, but he knew it would be useless.

“Half the school thinks we’re dating – I mean, we did kiss once.” Chris reminded, taking a smooth turn onto the darkened road by the lake.

“It was spin the bottle! By the laws of teenage-dom, I had to kiss you.” River complained, ripping a fry in half. “Besides, you’re like a brother – you even call my mom ‘ma.’”

“Hey, I’m just preparing myself to be your future husband. Thirty years, remember? We made a pact.” Chris murmured.

“We were five.”

Chris was about to say more when they saw the flashing blue and red lights up ahead. The lake would have been indiscernible if not for the shimmering beams of moon occasionally sliding upon the lake’s surface. The ambulance was there as well, a block of white that River had to squint at to see what they were carting around, but even then couldn’t tell.

“What are you making of this, Great Seer?” Chris asked sarcastically, but the words struck a chord in River’s chest.

A voice, feminine and masculine yet neither all at the same time, whispered in her ear. The words were jumbled, not making any sense, and the closer the car came to the scene, the louder the voice was. She felt her chest tightened and an urge – no, a dire need – to go to the lake resounded in her mind. The car crept closer and closer to the oncoming chaos and River felt, with each wheel-turn, her heart was squeezed tighter and tighter. They needed to pass it, needed to, or she would surely go insane. They were almost there – they couldn’t stop, they shouldn’t, but she needed to. Keep going, please keep going. Only a short distance now, and she would be free.

“Stop!” River managed to yell, her voice strangled and croaky. Immediately, Chris stepped on the brakes and the car jolted to a stop.

“What?”

River ignored him, instead focusing on her hands which she wrung and wrought together until they were white. Then, she unlocked her door and stepped out, “Stay here, Chris. I’ll be right back.”

River didn’t bother hiding, instead she took steady, measured steps until she knew they would definitely see her, then ducked low to the ground and crept around the ambulance. She peered inside the hospital truck, trying to see whoever was in there. Her neck craned and craned, until her eyes landed on a shining, black body bag. Someone had died.

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Hello everyone, I hope it isnt too late to join this. o v o/

Larissa Leone

|Larissa Leone|

Name:

Larissa “Lars” or “Larzy” Leone

Gender:

Female

Age:

15

Year:

5th

Blood:

Halfblood

House:

Tituba

Wand:

Pine, unicorn hair core, 9 ½ inches, slightly springy

Pet:

Gar and Bel

Their full names are Trafalgar (the pied crow) and Belvedere (the magpie)
She got Gar after her second year, and Bel after her fourth, to keep him company.

Electives:

Care of magical creatures
Study of ancient runes
Muggle Studies

Clubs:

Magical Creatures Club.

Strengths:

Excels in spell work and charms
Works well with magical creatures
Decent at flying

Weaknesses:

Piss poor at potions
Doesn’t work well with plants
Unfortunately crappy aim when using spells

Boggart:

A very large and very irate moose.

Patronus:

Wood moth.

Amortentia:

Pine trees and campfires.

Personality:

From the time she was small, Lars has always been considered a happy and energetic person, with a very curious nature and a great deal of kindness. While she doesn’t always fit in, she has an odd sort of charm that often makes her hard to hate, not that she would care too much if someone did dislike her. She’s can be a bit stubborn, especially when she believes something is unfair or cruel, and won’t shy away from defending herself or whoever she believes needs defending at the time. She could be considered a pacifist, if not for the fact that she believes not everyone can get along and that fights are inevitable. Despite this, she is mostly laid back and care free, preferring to be open minded, patient and kind to those she likes and to simply avoid those she doesn’t (which are far and few between).

While she is very friendly, Lars often prefers to keep to herself, and has a golden rule of keeping her problems, however large or small, private. She doesn’t like to trouble others with anything she believes she can handle on her own, and worries that she’s being bothersome and difficult when she does. Her pride can sometimes dictate her choices, making it hard for her to seek out help when she really needs it. If she ever does though, it’s a sure sign that she respects you very much and will most likely to return the favor tenfold. She is a very loyal person, and won’t forget kindness when kindness is given. She's never been one to take others for granted and is quite reliable.

When it comes to academics, Lars is a bit of an underachiever, often doing the minimum of what needs to be done so that she can pass her classes and then quickly get back to her own business. She doesn’t thrive well in formal education settings, and she prefers to teach herself. When it comes to subjects that she is interested in, she could be considered a sponge, and is always full of enthusiasm and motivation to know more. Hands-on work is best for her, as she likes a very active learning style. While she can easily thrive on her own, her lack of time management skills and habit of procrastinating can sometimes lead her astray.

While Lars is a very hard-working and honest individual, she doesn’t much like being rushed or pressured to do anything, and works very poorly under pressure. If given adequate time and recourses though, she can be very imaginative, innovative, and clever when solving problems, and will always strive for the best results. While she likes to have clear instructions to start from, she won't turn down using more effecient short cuts to reach the same results. She has a hard time actually working with people though, as she doesn’t trust others very easily and refuses to carry all the burden herself.

Likes:

- Tea/coffee/caffeine in general
- Anything to do with art. (both making and appreciating it)
- Comics/books/cartoons
- Anything she deems cute (this includes pretty much any magical creature)
- Her father and two brothers
- Being outdoors/camping
- Summer thunderstorms
- A very wide variety of music
- Doing exciting things
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Dislikes:

- Fighting/arguing/shouting
- Cold rainstorms
- Restrictions
- Her mother
- Injustice / cruelty
- Super hot weather and sunburns
- Shorts that are too short
- Having nothing to do

Fears:

- Moose and large, hooved animals
- Anything to do with suffocating
- Being dehumanized

Hobbies:

- Drawing and painting
- Sitting outdoors and listening to music
- Reading comics/books
- Teaching Bel and Gar little tricks

Biography:

Larissa was born in Grayling, a quiet but incredibly friendly and peaceful town located towards the top of Michigan’s Lower Peninsula. Her parents were a witch who worked as a seamstress and a plain old muggle father who worked as a carpenter. She was born second to her older brother, Rigel, and then a few years after that her youngest brother Leo was born. And then maybe a few months after that, her parents divorced. She was only four at the time, and doesn’t remember much of a transition, honestly. Her mother received custody of all three of them, while her father received visits and shared holidays, though, that eventually dwindled down to a few times a year thanks to his muggle job.

When Lars was six, her brother received his letter to Salem. Her mother was the most excited about the news, suddenly so proud to have a magical child. Rigel seemed less happy with the news, but Lars couldn’t honestly remember that well. She recalls her brother and mother fighting about it sometimes, but she never stuck her nose in it. Sometime during her brother’s fourth year, he moved out of their mothers and in with a friend of his. It bothered Lars a bit, but because her mother wouldn’t make a big deal of it, neither did she.

Eventually, when Lars was finally old enough, she received her own letter to Salem, and her mother was once again suddenly so proud of having magical children. Her mother was a bit overbearing about it, but she never voiced her opinion on it for fear of starting a fight. It wasn’t that she wasn’t just as excited, but her mother made her feel less like a child and more like a trophy whenever she talked about it. Her father, being a muggle, didn’t really understand very much, even after going through the process with Rigel. He offered silent support and that was enough for her.

First year was rough. Making friends was hard, classes sucked, and Lars honestly wasn’t understanding any of what she was supposed to be learning. Her brother offered some help, but it didn’t too much good. Her grades were pretty bad that year, and her mother only picked fights about it, which oddly both bothered and motivated Lars to do better. By the end of her second year, she was towards the top of her classes, but the fights with her mother only seemed to get worse. Her brother had long since graduated, and had started working in the muggle world with her father. She didn’t see a lot of him especially after that, but in some odd twist of fate, her and her father began to talk more. By the end of her third year, she’d moved in with her father, and begun talking to Rigel again.

During her fourth year, Lars’ younger brother Leo began attending Salem. She hadn’t seen as much of him since she’d loved in with their father, so she was pretty excited to see him attending school with her. Leo and she had always been pretty close. It was around then too that Lars really began to feed her interest in mythical creatures, eventually joining the Magical Creatures Club. She’s coming into her fifth year now, and is pretty excited. She’s beginning to take a serious interest in art and mythical creatures now, and wants to look into future careers involving either.

@Fumari

Accepted ^-^

here's my other character! lol, looks like tituba is the fullest again.

Julius Aquino

|JULIUS AQUINO|

Name:

Julius "Jules" Aquino

Gender:

Male

Age:

13

Year:

3rd

Blood:

Half-Blood

House:

Tituba

Wand:

Cedar, Dragon Heartstring, Pliable, 11 3/4"

Pet:

None, but has been begging his mom for a dog for years. Or a dragon.

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures
Muggle Studies
Divination

Clubs:

Magical Creatures Club

Personality:(At least a paragraph)

Jules specializes in back-talking, smack-talking, trouble-making, and heart-breaking (because really, look at those eyes). Already very independent, Jules hates it when people tell him what to do, and even more when they talk down to him. He's rash, and has no tact to him at all, but at least you always know that what you see is what you get with him. Somehow though, people can never stay mad at him when he does something that by all accounts should land him in detention (and often does). Jules still has all the wonder and curiosity of a little boy, and a smile that lights up his face.

Though he's never cared much for things like rules or authority, Jules has high moral standards and empathy, and no patience for cruelty. He's a small, but scrappy kid who isn't afraid to stand up to someone and pick a fight… even when it can only end badly for him. Jules is also very responsible, something that tends to catch most people off guard. He's a dependable sort with a protective streak, who you can go to for almost anything, and he'll have your back. Especially if it means making a little mischief. He loves mischief. In his few years at Salem's, he's already garnered a reputation among teachers and students alike for pulling pranks and being a general disturbance. Jules never means any harm, though (unless it's fight pickin' time) and mostly just does it to make others laugh. He likes spending time with other people and cracking jokes, so he's pretty popular with the other students his age.

He's brave, loyal, curious, and mischievous, but all in all, he's just a kid who's stumbled into magical abilities and wants to have fun with them. What can possibly go wrong.

Likes:

His mom
Animals of all sorts
General tomfoolery

Dislikes:

Rules
Being talked down to
Bullies
His mom being anything but happy

Fears:

Loss
Heights
Uselessness

Biography:

A scrawny punk from Richmond, CA, Jules was born to single mother, Rosa Aquino. Rosa, a squib, immigrated to America from the Philippines when she was still pregnant, and managed to find a shabby apartment in the Bay Area just in time to give birth to him. Though she lacked any talent for magic, she knew that in all likelihood Jules would be a wizard just like his grandpa. So when at three years old, Rosa inexplicably found him sitting on top of the refrigerator – where she'd hidden a toy she'd confiscated from him two days ago – she knew exactly what was going on. On her next day off from work, she took baby Julius to San Francisco's wizarding district and walked him through the allies.

His introduction to the magical world was… a noisy one. He stared, wide-eyed as Rosa walked him into Sybill's Savoring Sweeties, a candy shop. The two of them played with the different treats, some changing color, some moving all on their own. They dissolved into giggles as Jules' wonder and delight. But then as Rosa was distracted talking to Sybill, little Jules picked up a few of the fire-crackers and dropped them on the floor. The ensuing cacophony was something to behold, and he almost lit the store on fire. The two woman did the reasonable thing and freaked out, but Jules just giggled at the spectacle, in awe (it wasn't uncommon to hear gunshots at night in Richmond – Jules had stopped being afraid of loud noises long before magic entered his life).

The knowledge that he was different from the other kids at school, that he had magic, didn't impede his ability to make friends. Instead, it was all the time he spent in time-out. Teachers were quick to brand him a trouble-maker for both his love of pranks and his uncanny ability to start fights with other kids in the play yard every time someone wasn't looking. It didn't matter if Jules was the target, or if it was his friend, or someone he didn't know at all. If someone started doing something that he didn't think was right, he stepped in. Luckily, five year olds can't do much to seriously hurt each other. But still, it landed him in time-out often enough, and poor Rosa got more and more calls about her unruly son. Eventually, enough was enough, and she decided that it was time he got a good lecture – along with a couple of smacks to the head. Jules wasn't exactly cured of his ways, but at least he got better at knowing where the line was drawn – and when it was acceptable to cross it.

As Jules grew older, Rosa started depending on him more and more. She took him to doctor appointments to translate her broken mix of English and Tagalog, had him take official phone calls for her so she wouldn't have to speak, and had him negotiate with their landlord, because she didn't trust her ability to do it well enough. Jules took on more and more responsibility, almost becoming a parent in his own right. His mom worked two jobs and late nights, so he learned to cook and made dinner for her from the few ingredients stocked in their fridge so she'd have something to eat when she got home. As he got taller and more responsible, Rosa seemed to shrink, time and her heavy work load weighing her down.

Leaving for Salem's when Jules was eleven was both the most exciting and most painful thing he'd ever done. He hated leaving his mom. Who was going to talk for her, or make her dinner, or give her a good morning kiss? And Richmond wasn't exactly a safe neighborhood. Even at his young age, he knew that much. But Rosa insisted, saying that they would write each other every week (a tradition they still continue, even today) and that she would be fine. Besides, didn't he want to learn all about magic? He'd learn so many wonderful things, and then during breaks he could come home and they could go into magical San Francisco so Jules could show off and not get in trouble for using underage magic. It'd be the best experience of his life, she promised.

@c3p-0h

Accepted as well (:

Dehumanized

Name:

Joy Carter

Age:

20

Gender:

Female

Nomadic or sedentary:

Nomadic

Weapons:

The Ruger 10-22 (a pistol), Cold Steel SRK (a knife)

Skills:

Lying, sneaking, shooting

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?:

Her vocal chords have been altered by the radioactivity, giving her more vocal range. Because of this mutation, Joy is able to mimic almost any human or animal noise. It shows as a small lump on her throat, almost like an adam's apple.

Brief Personality:

Joy is the very definition of rough. Her scratchy voice paired with her crass, sarcastic words and general dislike for everybody makes her easily the bitch. However, when someone first meets her that’s not what they expect. She usually changes her voice to sound honeyed and sweet, is polite, and acts bubbly until she feels like revealing that she is anything but. Joy gets a kick out of tricking people into thinking things about her and can take on multiple personas. Her moral code is low and she is not afraid to kill others without a single thought or prostitute herself to a man in exchange for a gun or food. She uses people, even though she knows she shouldn’t, to get what she wants and never feels guilty. She doesn’t care about anyone else but herself. One time, she even made a man fall in love with her so she could take his gun in his sleep! However, she is not without her merits. Joy is extremely intelligent and prefers to use logic over emotion, making her someone to rely on in a pinch – or not, if she decided to sacrifice you to live. She is patient, her patience seeming unending and hardly ever gets mad.

Background:

Joy Carter had never known the world before its fall. She was born into a cold, moral less world and, as such, came out cold and moral less herself. She was born to a young couple, but that is all she remembers due to the fact they abandoned her in woods, now not having to worry about what people think of them. She almost died from the cold until she was found by another survivor that went by the name of Trey. Trey raised her to survive in the big bad world, keeping Joy at a distance, never allowing herself to become emotionally attached to the young Joy. As such, Joy didn't value intimacy as much as the people in the previous age had. She taught Joy to use others and to never regret it, to abandon guilt, and to manipulate.

Joy didn't know much about Trey; she didn't know her age, where she came from, what her real name was, who she was before. For awhile, Joy would ask about her life, but when she did, Trey would slap her hard on the wrist and Joy learned not to ask questions. Around the age of nine, Trey began to leave Joy for an hour or two and, by the age of ten, Trey started leaving for days. One day, Trey never came back. Joy knew this was going to happen eventually and didn't dwell on it. She immediately left with all the supplies she could find and begun to search for someone she could use.

When Joy was sixteen, she was a part of a band of bandits and helped them steal right out from others noses. She stayed with them until she was nineteen, until one day, they decided to cut their losses in order to keep the supplies to themselves - they tried to kill her. Joy barely escaped with a bullet in her arm and stumbled around, trying to keep the wound from festering, when she came to a survivor at least twenty years her senior. His name was Steven and Joy entered into a sexual relationship with him; he eventually fell in love with her. Joy found his affection for her disgusting, but she allowed him to love her, using him to get what she wants.

When she came across Maria, a woman willing to mentor her and help her survive, Joy was quick to dump Steven and leave...in the middle of the night...with some of his things.

Alone or with someone?:

With Someone

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

i'm considering making another character. a boy in tituba, because i'm a perfectionist. it would even out the house and gender numbers.

@c3p-0h

Okay ^_^

Teen Wolf | Surviving The Bite

Take your time. :D

@iSuspect

Sorry, my friend came over unexpectedly, so I can't get a post up tonight.

Teen Wolf | Surviving The Bite

Yeah, I'm writing it right now, haha