Lionhearted

✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡

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In the Shadow of the Valley of Death // Marilyn Manson

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► Premise

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Salem, Massachusetts - 1692.

The year in which it all began. The witch hunters came to town to rid of the growing witch community with dedication and fearlessness. Amidst the dark rituals and petrifying spells, the witch hunters stopped at nothing and fought mercilessly to give proper consequences to the unwanted, demonic force. A body of individuals practicing devilish, black magic casted friends and family against each other, tainting the air and setting the atmosphere of Salem, Massachusetts. What was thought to be an end of this supernatural advancement in history, was only the beginning of a better understanding of a realm of beings that have only been rumored to be true. As time went on, the witch trials that began soon became scarce and it was announced finished just to bring peace to the people of Salem, but any smart person would feel the cold, dark air that permanently contaminated such a beautiful place.

The existence of supernatural beings were kept secret, but Salem, Massachusetts housed them all. It would be unrealistic to believe that each rabid werewolf or demonic witch kept their wicked race a secret; stories would often reach out to the people when sudden deaths and cold-blooded events would stir up — but there was always a cover-up, an alibi, a false story. It wasn’t just the supernaturals that worked to keep themselves secret, but the community itself was to be protected from the knowledge of their existence to save for an empty, deserted town to only be filled with a potential, growing force. Witch hunters became scarce since the powers of the supernatural realm only grew with time, evolving fast to fully reach their true potential. It took a skilled individual to really take down a creature of the night. In these days, it is said that it takes one to kill one.

For several decades, they worked hard to keep their kin in check, excusing the occasional instances in which a werewolf would run rabid, a vampire would feast, or a witch would use an innocent for a sacrifice. It was a peculiar lifestyle, working to be a secret and not letting one’s supernatural abilities get the best of them. Although, there were feuds between the community. Perhaps it was for sport to save them from boredom, especially with a strong desire to properly exercise the skills of such powerful bloodlines. The voodoo witches rivaled the witch covens, the werewolf packs rivaled the vampire covens, and the witch hunters were now out to extinguish them all.

Today, casting aside all rivalries, all revered individuals in the community, all supernatural battles, and all differences between each vile race, a coming shift was felt among each person within the community. The supernaturals were becoming too comfortable, too prideful, and it was nearing a time in which a proper, threatening force were to come to eliminate them all. The mystery remains unsolved and perhaps it was the paranoia-induced fears among foretellers and those containing precognitions of a coming armageddon that ceased all civil wars and petty battles. A silence has stirred up and many lose sleep during the night(or day).

Bad omens and warning signs are experienced by everyone within the community. Whether it be strange symbolic writings produced in the strangest of places, or the death of a supernatural by unknown causes, or rabid supernaturals that roam endlessly trying to kill. Mind control, unknown writings, peculiar symbols, repetitive visions of the beginning of an end — all of these factors introduced a fear for a cataclysmic era within the supernatural realm. But what is the solution? Should this be a matter to be feared? Is this simply a scare? The signs are apparent and the fear to be had was appropriate, even for the strongest supreme witch, pack leader, or coven leader within the community.

Where does the average hunter stand in such a situation in which they are being aided, yet still threatened? To kill just one supernatural calls for a destructive battle, so to kill them all in an act of genocide would cause terror a great length outside of the community. Should the safety of the people be one to question? Is this force supporting the cause of eliminating supernaturals or is it a mere war of sport and games from a powerful figure exercising his abilities?

It is now that a rising force is being welcomed, instituting a diversity of races, packs, and covens, to build some sort of agreement to educate and protect one another from what is to come. Consisting of several strong assets, this force seeks to build a safe haven and to also establish a long awaited, and necessary, band of individuals to ensure peace within the community. Whatever you may call it, only those with open minds choose to participate, many of which cannot cast aside their differences, choosing to ignore the concept, or even retaliate this treaty. The choice is yours. Will you band together as a community and defend against the intimidating force to come, or will you keep to your foul pack or iniquitous coven? Will you protect your loved ones, or stick to yourself? The fate of your life is in your hands, as it always has been, in Salem, Massachusetts.

► Nobody is Useless, in Salem, Massachusetts

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Whether you’re used to fulfill a ravenous vampire’s thirst, a starved werewolf’s hunger, or an immoral witch’s ritual, your purpose in the hell known as Salem, Massachusetts will always be of great use.

Vampires

V A M P I R E S

Vampires tend to fit two categories. The first is to be an elder; an elder has grown more powerful over time, is typically wise and very knowledgeable, and has survived the antics of hunters. The second is to be a pawn; a convert of an older vampire who is wild, unfamiliar with his/her new powers, and a prime target for hunters for their lack of skill. Few of them actually survive to age and calm down; those that do can be considered lucky. Although, there are many that are in between, on the verge of becoming an elder vampire as they live out their centuries of life. They generally seek leadership from an elder for advice and guidance.

• They are immortal.

• No, they are not all pale. In fact, they all have different back stories and ethnicity. They do not sparkle in the sun light and their eyes are not golden. They appear to be rather normal. They do not transform into bats.

• Their are chances that they are converted with gifts of specific abilities, some more common than others. The chances are random and are generally based around their "embedded" personality traits. The vampiric abilities are always correlated to mental aptitude and the types of abilities are all based around the mind, i.e. telepathy, precognition, hypnotism, pathokinesis, mental shielding, tactile telepathy, sensory deprivation, etc.

• They have the usual bonuses for supernatural strength, speed and agility, and an accelerated healing rate.

• They live naturally forever. They can be killed by a stake to the heart or by decapitation; though not feeding for an extended period of time greatly weakens them. They are also weakened by vervain, and large quantities of the substance can be fatal.

• They sustain themselves off of blood, whether it be human or animal. Most opt for human blood because it is richer and sweeter, especially if drunk from a witch, but there are some who choose not to partake in harming a human. The coven even has humans called blood slaves or pets that they drink off, though they tend to get possessive of their own. Recently feeding on rich blood offers a slight boost to a vampire’s power and awareness. Not feeding weakens them. After two weeks,, they decline human strength. After three weeks, they are severely weakened and become animalistic. On the third week, they decay on the spot in a gruesome display and die.

• Sunlight for shorter periods of time causes a tan and a severe skin irritation. Staring into the sun may blind a vampire. Being exposed for too long (two hours on a very warm day) will make their skin red and extremely hot. After five hours on the same day, they begin to burn to death over the course of one more hour. The local vampires have rings that were gifted to them by witches centuries ago that make sunlight much less damaging, and simply gives vampires a tan and slight skin irritation after several hours with no further damage.

• They do not procreate. The only way to become a vampire is to have ingested and contain two feeding sessions of vampire blood at least twenty-four hours before death. Ingesting vampire blood makes an individual lusty for more blood and become aggressive, almost feral in nature. It may also cause hallucinations after the second feeding. It is poisonous to werewolves.

Werewolves

W E R E W O L V E S

Werewolves typically live to be 100-150 years old, and generally live normal lives with society. They typically live in packs, though Salem has a rather loose pack, and one that is not territorial enough to remove outside werewolves that come into town.

• They are not all tanned or dark. They are bigger than the average wolf, but not by absurd amounts. They all have the same eye color as in their human form with a more intense stare and brighter glow. The alpha of a pack is often notably bigger than the other wolves, but not overbearingly so, they are naturally easier to depict as the leader. They can either partially morph (after much practice) or completely morph in seconds, though their clothes are not saved unless removed beforehand.

• They have a pack mentality, more so than humans or a witch’s coven. After spending enough time together (2-3 years) they develop a sort of neural connectivity that allows them to speak to each other up to several miles.

• They are gifted with accelerated healing, supernatural strength and speed/ agility. When they are highly emotional or, put simply, completely pissed off, they are able to ignore pain up to but not including fatal wounds from their main weaknesses. Their canines are just as sharp as a vampire's bite and may cause hallucinations if someone survives a neck bite. Their strength, speed and healing applies to their human forms.

• They can breathe underwater indefinitely (though they are quite slow when in werewolf form this way), and are almost heat-neutral when transformed. The same effects apply to a more limited extent in human form. They are vulnerable to sharp reflections and highly sharp noises.

• Werewolves not immortal and can be killed by silver (must be a solid mass embedded in skin, though ingesting it in powdery form can severely damage their insides), ingestion of wolfs-bane, and decapitation. Other injuries may weaken them, but cannot kill them. Years of healing allows them to regenerate lost body parts.

• Save for things that may kill them, werewolves are slightly resistant to magic, more so than other supernatural beings. A witch’s curse does not quite hit them at full effectiveness, for example, though it still cannot be ignored.

• Werewolves may reproduce. Children have a random chance to be human or werewolf. If they are werewolf, there is a 60-85% chance of death at childbirth for a human mother, and the same chance for a werewolf child. For a werewolf mother, the child is more likely to become a werewolf, and the mother is likely to live past birthing the child.

• On every full moon, every werewolf is forcibly transformed. There is no exception to this rule. It is a painful process, especially for younger wolves. The process makes them feral, rampaging beasts that have an inclination towards tearing apart whatever life they come across. Conversely, it grants boosts to their strength, speed, stealth and regeneration. They may wear special necklaces granted to them by witches upon the full moon that allows them to mostly control themselves at a slight cost of their boosts that makes them stronger than normal. Any other day, they may transform whenever they like, though they may feel cramped if they have not transformed after approximately one week.

Witches

W I T C H E S

Witches are not satanic entities that wish to curse all of humanity and drag mankind to hell. Some, yes, have ulterior dark motives; however, they are watched by their sisters in their covens and as such don't have many opportunities to try and take over the world. The are not gnarly old ladies; most in fact look young beyond their years. A 40 year old witch can pass off as 20 by her natural looks and a potion here and there, and an old witch has rather few wrinkles. They are, at least by fellow witches and other supernaturals, considered preserving entities of nature. This is caused in no small part by the fact they've helped vampires and werewoves over the years, though that was also partially inspired by a desire not to be eaten for their rich blood. Over time, many different branches of magic developed, ranging from wicca magic, shamanistic magic, voodoo magic, necromancy etc.

• Magical affinity is inherited, though how much affinity is purely random. Some are quite strong, while others are only capable of minor manipulations. They often drift towards specialties that their affinity grants easier access to.

• Witches typically fall into the following branches. They can dabble in multiple areas, but the average witch specializes in one. Normal ones tend to specialize in natural manipulation, elemental magic, short-term enchantment, scrying, and in rare cases, Dark Magic that saps upon the user's soul and can be used to potent ends. Voodoo witches may work with illuison, charms, manipulating the properties of items such as dolls and figurines, alchemy, curses, poisons and sophisticated forms of Dark Magic that include intricate rituals (though rituals do not necessarily have to be dark). Normal witches have more spontaneous spells and effects, while voodoo witches often require preparation, considerable knowledge to get the spells right, and a variety of ingredients. Voodoo magic, however, may survive much longer than standard witch magic.

• Dark Magic is considered taboo. Hunters, vampires, werewolves, and fellow witches band together to destroy witches of this type, as it often includes sacrifices and the dark practices associated with witches in general. Death spells are the most potent, but the darkest and most frowned upon. Excessive use of dark magic taints a witch and damages the ability to use other branches of magic, as it is a corrupting influence that is about as addicting as heroin to use.

• It’s common for witch covens to rival each other — a great example being the wicca coven versus the voodoo coven.

• Typically, witches have heirlooms passed down over the course of generations.

• Witches are as durable as humans, though they can cast some protective spells. However, they have lifespans that can naturally reach about three centuries.

Hunters

H U N T E R S

• The Hunters are, simply put, humans who hold some sort of grudge against supernatural creatures. They frequently operate in groups, and many of the most notable of this category were born into their role.

• Those born into their roles typically have heirlooms that have a special power to them; typically, items enchanted by witches that were taken from their former owners as bounty.

• A hunter’s job is extremely dangerous; they are typically underpowered and outmatched. Those who live past the age of thirty in this occupation are considered powerful and almost godly, though they’re simply hardworking men and women who likely encountered luck more than once.

• Hunters are more likely to acquire items that work towards a given supernatural being’s weaknesses.

► OOC

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This concept is spawned from a role-play that had a bit of trouble lasting by @Silence Sounds! I’d like to thank her for the ideas, some of the content, and for giving me a creative idea to get going! As well as a template for an OOC/Recruitment thread! Sadly, she is currently inactive, but I don't want to take credit for the creativity that she put into this!

So, this is your classic supernatural RP taking place in, none other than, Salem, Massachusetts! I tried my best to make this as different as possible, trying to stray away from such mainstream, supernatural concepts! To summarize the plot — it is essentially a mystery to the players. A coming oblivion is foreseen by many and the rumors are spreading very fast that supernaturals are to watch their backs from a realm-ending terror. I don’t want to reveal what it is that will be threatening the realm(partially because I haven’t really come up with something super clever YET), but that just adds the fun to the mystery! ALSO, I’m new to GMing, so it’d be cool if ya’ll would be patient with me. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask!

For now, I'm only looking to see if this catches anybody's eye! If I have a good group of players, then I'll definitely kick this off! My idea starts out with a meeting between the supernatural entities, probably just the leaders though. This was called to try to provide clarity and understanding of the signs they've all been given. In the mean time, they are to try and set aside their differences and century-long quarrels to try and come up with a solution for the situation at hand.

► Playable Roles:

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Only suggestions, players aren't subject to feel the need to fill these roles.

Roles Inside

Leader of Vampire Coven
Coven Member #1
Coven Member #2
Coven Member #3
Alpha of The Pack
Pack Member #1
Pack Member #2
Pack Member #3
Supreme Witch
Witch or Warlock #1
Witch or Warlock #2
Witch or Warlock #3
Supreme Voodoo Witch
Voodoo Witch #1
Voodoo Witch or Warlock #2
Voodoo Witch #3
Head of the Hunters
Hunter #1
Hunter #2
Hunter #3

Redwood Apartments, Silvervale, LA

_{A collaboration by @Lionhearted and @Days}

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Felix comfortably resided by the door, leaning back on the cool bricks of the building as he swished the whiskey in his cup habitually. He had already watched the sunset, talked to the most beautiful girl his eyes could find, and drank enough whiskey to feel his sobriety slipping away faster than the length of the radiant twilight. Drunk Felix was like a teeter totter when it came to his mood, influenced heavily based on his surroundings and the situations at hand. While he tries to be the cliche of a daring, spunky drunk, he tends to be more of an angry drunk—not something that he’s proud of.

Felix stared at the night sky, trying to pick out the stars that would make their appearance first, not for any particular reason other than to have something to focus on. The stillness calmed him, isolating himself from his surroundings enough to enjoy a comfortable medium of his two drunken sides. But, the blare of the music roared through the air, shaking his unmoving rumination. He winced, trying to detest the anger that would begin to contaminate his mood. Felix took another sip of his whiskey with no cringe of discomfort this time, becoming used to the burning, yet warming, sensation. It wasn’t that Felix disliked party music, it just reminded him of the strip club, sending him bad memories with an urgency to feel at work.

Instead of succumbing, he took a deep breath in preparation for social interaction, taking another sip of whiskey and mingling his way towards the source of the music. Although—it only took a few steps and a quick glance to become halted in his tracks. The commotion around him slowed, his gaze piercing through the crowd to recognize the guy on the stage. Felix, doubting his vision, blinked a few times to unveil the haze from his tainted cognition, and his initial sight was right. The teeter totter swung to one side, weighed down by a bag of heavy concrete, the anger within him boiling to the edges of his being, and his grip tightening to bend the plastic of his cup. Felix let out a low growl of irritation and frustration, gritting his teeth, and still caught in his steps by the scrutiny he placed on the egotistical asshole—Alfie Holmes.

And while Alfie danced on that stage, Felix felt he could see right through his facade and his wide smile, though it appeared that Charlotte was becoming allured by his fake charm. He furrowed his brows, pinching the bridge of his nose, convincing himself that Charlotte was smart enough to not befriend someone like Alfie. It wasn’t just Felix’s drunken anger that stirred his thoughts, but also his protective nature that sought to keep those he cared about away from people like him. ‘I can’t—I shouldn’t—I’m not going to say anything. I gotta,’ Felix thought to himself before taking another drink, ‘I gotta get out of here.’ And with that thought, he was pushing through people, occasionally looking back with confliction on whether to start a fight or not. ‘The door, where’s the fucking door!’ He could hear his heart beating fast with rage, his wobbly stride making his way towards the door, but his unsteady daze confused him. Before he knew it, he nearly pushed over a woman much shorter than him, the contents of his cup staining her white shirt with his sticky, copper-brown whiskey. A reflex in him kicked, wrapping his arms around her body to prevent her from falling back, feeling immediate guilt from almost body-checking someone who seemed so delicate next to him. As the brunt of the moment passed, Felix put on a pained expression, “I am so, so sorry.” As he gathered himself, he wanted to take the opportunity to really look at her, but his gaze was fixated on her blue-green eyes, drawing him in effortlessly. His lips parted in awe and his pained expression became flat as his eyes focused, darting back and forth between her irises. It could’ve been from the blur of his intoxication that he became so captured by her eyes, but he couldn’t deny the marveling feeling. And so he stood there for however long she’d allow it, unintentionally holding her with his arms tangled in her long, wavy hair.

Do you know that feeling of jumping into the water from a height, but landing on your chest? Wet, impactful and 100% unplanned? Yes, well that was exactly what Amberle just experienced. The small Dutch woman did not register the liquid that found it’s last resting place on her chest because the sheer force of a man significantly taller than her knocked her off her feet. Literally and figuratively. She was knocked back and with her hand firming the grasp on her bag she braced for impact. But it did not come, as the broad stranger wrapped his strong arms around her. He made her feel as light as a feather, and it seemed that holding her cost him next to no effort. Their faces were so close, Amberle could smell the whisky on his breath. But also a warm, musky scent that stirred something awake inside her. She made eye contact with him, belatedly realising that the man that knocked the wind out of her delicate lungs was no other than the cello guy. The blood in her body once again rose to her cheeks as she realised how close they were. His pained eyes were staring so deep into hers she wondered what he was searching for in them. Before becoming transfixed to his hazel eyes, Amberle snapped out of it.

She flashed a toothy smile and raised her free hand up and placed it on his chest. This man; If you look up chiselled in a dictionary his picture would be there as a sole definition. "Oh no need to be sorry! I think it was me not paying attention anyway." She chuckled with an apologetic face before taking in a deep breath and pushing herself off him gently so she can stand straight again. She didn't increase the distance between them though. Her hand went from his chest to her own, where she noticed the stain on her white shirt, running down the exposed part of her belly and to her skirt. “Besides, it's not every day a man like you wraps his arms around me.” The brunette winked playfully before furrowing her brow looking down at her stained shirt. She tugged the fabric sticking to her wet skin.

Felix’s mind resurfaced slowly, her voice muffled at first but becoming more and more coherent as he came back to reality—the sounds around him increasing in volume like he was coming up from underwater. Her touch was gentle. Although it felt light against his chest, it made his heart feel heavy. Felix drew his arms closer slowly, unintentionally feeling the contour of her hips, still very clearly coming out of captivation, but taking his time as he glanced over her slim, tan body. He let out a chuckle, seeming to still ignore the scenario at hand, “You, uh. You have very beautiful eyes.” There was silence before he snapped, “Oh, shit. Sorry. Ahhh! Let me, uh.” Felix scrambled around, going to the nearest table to grab whatever he could find—in this case, it was a handful of party napkins. He then came back in a hurry, but sheepishly passed it over to her in embarrassment for not being able to obtain anything better than lame party napkins, and to save from him, a stranger, wiping her very alluring body. Felix stuffed his hands in his pockets to prevent him from being any more clumsy than he already was, “Well, you make it feel extra bad for me because you’re so kind about it. Any other girl would’ve just slapped me—I mean, you’re so beautiful, it’s like I just committed a sin.” He shook his head, a dimpled smile appearing after he tried to wipe his blush away with his hand, “And to think you thought this was your fault? No, it was all me, hun.”

Amberly stood awkwardly while he ran off to probably find something to get rid of the whisky. However, the liquor already stained a big part of her pale white shirt. She realizes she may have to go change. But it didn't matter because he called her eyes pretty, and her blush was back in full force. She couldn't even blame excessive amounts of alcohol this time, as it was clear that she didn't drink anything yet. He came back and handed her some napkins, which she took. While he spoke, embarrassment made him not look at her, which made it hard for Amberle to follow what he was saying. She tried to keep looking at this lips to read, which makes her head follow his movements like a cat that sees a laser light. His lips moved a bit odd, which is usually the result of booze. "Thank you." She said before dabbing her bare stomach, and then her chest. She felt the bass of the music through the floor and heard it through her hearing aid.

Amberle looked up after a fruitless attempt to clear the stain and looked at the man standing in front of her. He was so much taller than her, but he looked down at her sheepishly and she smiled up at him as he complimented her looks. She was not used to this. Were all Americans like this? "Well," Amberle chucked the dirty napkins into a nearby bin. "I wanted to go shopping for new clothes anyways." a chuckle escaped her coloured lips and she moved the bag with the bottles from her left to her right hand. It was becoming very heavy. "It's fine, honestly. Don't worry about it. I'll just drop the alcohol on the table, and then get changed I guess. A messy drunk was not the look I had in mind for myself when meeting all the tenants." Amberle suppressed her tendency to sign while talking and instead motioned towards the stain in her shirt.

“I'm Amberle by the way. Amberle de Jong, I'm in 4C.” She extended her free hand and kept her eyes focused on his lips, to be able to read what he would say. Names are always the most difficult.

Felix finally looked up at the sound of her name, smirking before replying with his own, “I’m Felix.” He gave her a delicate handshake, though his calloused hands felt misplaced against her soft skin. “Felix Brooks from 3A if you want to be formal, Ms. Amberle de Jong from 4C.” He gave her a quick wink, while placing his hand back into his pocket. Felix skirted his eyes from hers, looking to the ground instead, “Shopping…” He started, seeming to be at a loss for words. He would blame the intoxication for his lack of composure, but Amberle held such a unique emanation that undoubtedly came over him regardless. “Oh! How about this?” Felix exclaimed, “I’ll take you shopping. That way I can feel less shitty about ruining your clothes!” He was pretty set on his idea, a smooth way to ask someone on a date without calling it a date. “Oh, um. Here.” Felix took off his sweatshirt, his v-neck t-shirt sticking to it as he removed it, flashing a bit of his tanned muscularity—which could now be seen through his t-shirt and not hidden by the bulk of his sweatshirt. He handed her the university sweatshirt, a fresh, cool scent of cologne wafting from it, which could be immediately depicted as nothing less than the expensive selection sold by those high-end brands. A tasteful ratio between musky, earthy, and sweetness could describe the scent, with notes of lemon which could be given from the detergent he uses. “So you don’t have to do a walk of shame that’s nobody’s fault but my own.” Felix smiled, grabbing the bottles from her, “I’ll keep these safe until you get back, yeah?”

Felix.. Amberle mouthed the name and smiled. He had a good name. When he took her hand in his, she felt his rough hands paired with a gentle shake. As with his height, his hands were much larger than hers. It almost felt comical. Amberle tried to follow his lips again as he looked away towards the floor, barely being able to read what he was saying. It felt a bit odd. In front of her was a tall, chiselled man that obviously would have no trouble charming a lady, yet he looked at the ground unable to hold any sort of composure. Despite his appearance, Amberle found this man in front of her endearing. And extremely attractive. She chuckled at his suggestion. "Alright, I'll actually take you up on that offer. I just moved here, or well, to America in any case."

Amberle watched as he took off the Silvervale Uni sweater, which made her wonder if he actually goes there. She has the same sweater, but quite some sizes smaller. "Thank you so much," she said as she took the sweater and quickly put it on after he took her bag from her. Immediately, she could smell the same musky scent that stirred something in her before. The uni sweater was way too large for her, but it hugged her in a way that made her feel safe. The hem of it rested on her hips. "I'll be right back, Felix." Amberle flashed him an alluring smile and turned on her heels back towards the staircase door.

“Just moved to America!?” Felix’s eyes widened. “You should turn back now while you still can. We Americans suck,” he ended with a soft chuckle and a wide smile. And as the two parted, he would grab the bag with more firm grasp, flashing a charming smirk before she would turn to leave. By nature, he watched her until she left his line of sight, getting faint pleasure in seeing how baggy his sweatshirt was on her. Felix moved to a nearby table, dropping the bag on top and waited for her return.

The young woman dashed back to her apartment and into her room. Still no sign of her roommate. When she entered her room, she momentarily hesitated to take the sweatshirt off. The scent was so marvellous it made her dizzy. A sweet mix of his musk and whisky. She didn't like whisky before, but she sure does now. Her delicate fingers held the fabric up to her nose as she smiled into the sweater. After a moment, she took it off and put it on her bed. She changed into a white, lace crop top. Since the skirt had become dirty too, she stepped out of it and pulled on a tightly fitted denim washed jeans. She notices she cared a little bit more about how she looked now and took a quick glance in the mirror. A rosy blush adorned her cheeks. After putting her phone in the pocket of her pants, she climbed the stairs towards the rooftop again.

Redwood Apartments, Silvervale, LA

_{An @Ejected and @Lionhearted Collaboration}

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Makyla had only just found the unopened package of red solo cups when a familiar sounding voice suddenly pierced through the air behind her; the young woman quickly spun around on her heel, bottle of liquor in one hand and a plastic cup in the other, to spot the dimpled grin that belonged to none other than Felix Brooks. Kyla momentarily found herself taking in the attributes of the man she'd known since her very first year of college: from his symmetrical, chiseled facial features and bright hazel eyes, all the way down to the skinny jeans he wore which accentuated the muscularity of his thighs. She wasn't very subtle about it either, taking great pleasure in returning his flirtatious energy. Makyla could see with her own two eyes that Felix was incredibly good-looking, and she could also tell that he knew it. "Well, well... look who's decided to grace us with his presence, tonight. The workaholic himself," Kyla said, flashing him a playful grin. "And, this? Oh, it's just a bottle of bourbon I fished out of the back of my liquor cabinet. Figured I'd share a little bit with all of my lovely neighbors."

“Hey now,” Felix began, but became lost in his tracks. A sudden inhale of surprise interrupted his carefully crafted retort, taken by her beauty as she turned to face him, evidently eying him, but without care of being caught doing so. His expression fell, not from loss, nor change, of his feelings, but rather from his increasing focus on her—Makyla Jones. It was astonishing to him that in one single movement could Kyla hold much of her personality within: her confidence, her charisma, and also her callousness. Felix’s dimple reappeared after shaking his head from thought, his lips stretching into a smirk, going back to her teasing comment, “I’m a busy guy, what can I say?” He lifted his arms into a shrugging defense before moving closer to the table to stand beside her, leaning in to whisper, “I’m pretty sure I saw you there, and I’m sorry I had to reject your request—I don’t normally do private gigs.” He ended his remark with a wink, patently joking about her appearance at the club. Felix picked up a solo cup, motioning with his forefinger in a demand for her to share, “Well, shit. I’m glad you remembered that this lovely neighbor, the loveliest in fact, is a whiskey guy. You know me so well.” He held the cup out in front of her, awaiting for it to be filled, his smile still apparent.

An involuntary shudder ran through Kyla's frame as Felix whispered in her ear; she simply brushed it off, being careful to maintain her calm and collected demeanor. In swift motions, Kyla then unscrewed the cap of the glass and began to pour a bit of the dark liquid into Felix's cup, a smirk making its way to her lips. Makyla had known for some time now about what Felix did when he wasn't busy with schoolwork or holed up in his apartment. In fact, Makyla had visited the strip club several times; she'd even been there recently with a couple of her girlfriends from the university. "See, why couldn't you just make an exception for little old me?" She asked jokingly before re-positioning the bottle over her own cup. "That's cold, dude."

Without hesitation, Felix sipped the liquor as soon as Kyla finished pouring, yet his gaze remained on her, watching her brown eyes dart back and forth synchronously with her controlled movements. Brown eyes were typically considered the most boring eye color, but Felix could’ve swore that Kyla’s were different. Perhaps it was just the glow from the golden rays of the sun that made them glisten fervorously, but the fire in her eyes was, undeniably, easy to depict. He broke his stare, leaning against the table, one hand holding his solo cup and the other placed in his pocket, adopting a nonchalant stance. Felix looked unto the horizon, “Well, maybe I could. Just for you.” He glanced at her for however long it took to give her a quick, sly wink and skirted his eyes back towards the horizon. Felix, apprehensive about the topic of his job, changed the subject, “I didn’t know Redwoods housed models like you. Let me know if you need help opening your window.” The joke stirred a cheerful grin, followed by his low chuckle, “But in all seriousness, it’s pretty cool that we’re neighbours. Let me know if you do need anything.”

"Knowing me, I just might take you up on that at some point in the near future," Kyla said with a chuckle before draining the contents of her cup in a few large gulps. The streak of fire that the liquor burned down her throat was a welcome sensation. She tossed her cup into a nearby trashcan following this, deciding that she'd better hold off on drinking any more until the party actually got started. "But for now, I'm gonna go see if Ritz needs any help over there. I feel a little bad for not helping set things up." As Kyla spoke, she began to strut away from the man; she paused momentarily after taking a few steps, however, to say one last thing in his direction. "Save some whiskey for the rest of the tenants, yeah?"

Felix didn’t know how to take her reply, so he simply gave a light chuckle and a shake of his head. He swished the contents of his cup, following suit with Kyla in gulping the rest down, and unlike Kyla, Felix winced in response to the burning sensation, humored that Kyla probably handles her alcohol far better than he does. As she pranced off, her steps seemingly placed strategically to provide a subtly apparent seduction over Felix, he gave a simple gesture as a reply: raising his solo cup in the air and giving a soft smile. “Save some whiskey for—,” he playfully scoffed under his breath as he turned towards the table to begin filling his solo cup with more whiskey. The way Kyla withdrew herself from the conversation left Felix with mixed thoughts, wondering if her added statements were a way of keeping him away—Felix began to think that he was starting to annoy her. He would’ve followed her to see if his help was needed, and also to see Ritz since he hadn’t seen him all day, but instead he would make his way towards the edge to get a little bit closer to the setting sun. Felix didn’t dwell on the thought.

Redwood Apartments, Silvervale, LA

^{Musician | Student | Apartment 3A}

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^{TIME: Present Day | LOCATION: Home — Around Town — Rooftop | INTERACTION: Ritz_@rougeLily — Kyla_@Ejected}

“Sorry sugar, I can’t not have you on this week.” The woman’s voice was muffled by the sound of a heavy exhale. She was, no doubt, puffing another cigarette—God only knows how many she’s already had within the hour. “This is like the biggest time of the year!”

Felix sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Meg, listen. I know I told you that I love working there—and I do, I truly do—but you can’t just spare me one night?”

“Sweets,” she paused, her New Jersey accent thick and her words scratchy, “It’s only this week and that’s it. I understand you have a life and all, but, shit, you’re being requested left and right. We need to be on top of our game and available to the customers.” Her voice crescendoed throughout her statements.

“Okay, okay, okay. How about this: just give me tonight off and I’ll be at your disposal all week,” Felix suggested, pacing back and forth in his room.

The lady chuckled, “I mean, sure, but the festival doesn’t really kick off until tomorrow.”

“Well, my landlord is kinda having this thing and,” he paused, still indecisive about whether he’s going or not, “I just kinda want to get on his good side, y’know? I feel like he’d be more inclined to help me out if something breaks or whatever.”

There was silence for a second or two before she responded jokingly, “Well damn, are you gonna suck his dick, too?” She let out a laugh, which eventually turned into a small coughing fit, as expected.

Felix cringed, “What? Gross. The man’s like forty years old or something.”

“What,” she exclaimed, “Don’t act like you haven’t gone for the older ones before. Which reminds me! Tara, for some reason, decided to text me about trying to hire you for who knows what. I guess she’s willing to pay double. Just figured I’d let you know.”

Felix combed his hair back with his fingers, the same expression of irritation resurfacing on his face, “God fu--, I knew that was a bad idea. Okay, whatever. Are we good with this plan?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever. You can have tonight off but the rest of the schedule stays the same. I gotta get going, I got shit to do. I’ll see you tomorrow night,” with that, she hung up the phone.

Felix let out a grumble, letting his body fall against his unmade bed. He closed his eyes, becoming lost in thought. The stripclub had him tied down, limiting his free time at night to do anything enjoyable. Since his start there, they’ve been racking in several more customers and eventually started seeing regulars. There was a sense of guilt, and distaste, in the thought of pleasuring that many people with their respective circumstances, but the money was too good to deny it. While it’d be customary, and much more comfortable, to provide services for your typical bachelorette party or girl’s night, much of his earnings have been from the married ones in unstable relationships. It seems even in Silvervale such people existed, but Silvervale, nonetheless, had always been such a beautiful and eventful little city to reside. However, this new job had him worried that he’d be painting a bad image of himself. Regardless, he figured his days here were numbered since this was his last year at the university—so might as well live a little.

Felix creaked open his window, applying a considerable amount of force to get the tall window open. He breathed in the wet air, enjoying Silvervale’s signature haze of fog that laid scattered across the streets and buildings, extending far past what his eyes could depict of the horizon. He stood there for a moment, hazel eyes absorbing as much of the view that was necessary to calm himself down to become ready to focus. Felix, confident in his body, didn't care if the passersby would see him in his underwear, leaning out his window as if posing for somebody across the way. He took one last deep breath, and with that, he took his seat on a simple folding chair, his beautiful, wooden cello in hand and a music stand placed strategically in front of him. With a soft stroke of his bow—he would then play.

A few runs and several mistakes later—ones in which could only be deciphered by strings players—he became distracted by the ding of his phone.

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‘Yooo, Felix, you coming to Bert's party later? Do you have plans afterwards? I heard there will be some free drinks and stuff at some bars in Rebecca's Hole, if you'd want to get on that we could go. Also with some of the others too probably. Would love to bang with you. NO PRESSURE THOUGH!!’

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Felix smirked, letting out a soft chuckle before his fingers tapped swiftly along the iPhone screen: ‘Sorry Ritz. I don’t think it’s ideal to bang your roommate one month into moving in together. I’m very flattered though!’

Within the same instance he received another text.

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‘*Would love to HANG with you, ugh flimsy ass auto complete, I AM SO SORRY!!’

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Felix let out another chuckle, a smile stretching across his face to reveal his dimple, mumbling to himself, “Cute…” He sent out a reply: ‘I’ll be going to Bert’s party, but I’m not sure if I’ll be up to going out after. We’ll play it by ear. I guess it depends on how drunk I get! ;)’

Another run of the piece and he was ready to stop. He set his cello down on a stand that displayed it in the corner of his room, moving to finally throw on some clothes. Something about having the day off encouraged him to dress himself with clothes other than sweatpants and sweatshirts, but he was still too lazy to dig out an outfit from the bottom of his drawers. Felix managed to throw on a pair of medium-wash, slim jeans, which accentuated his thick, muscular thighs, though they were a tad too short due to his tall stature. He sported a plain, v-neck t-shirt just beneath a black sweatshirt that had the university’s logo printed on the front. He then decided on his simple, black adidas sneakers, and finished off the look with a silver watch. Felix kicked around the clothes that were accumulating on the floor already, noting to himself how messy he was able to make his room in just a few days. He was not one to maintain a spotless room, though it always smelled good from his cinnamon apple candle that he had lit at almost all times. The scent shed onto his clothes, but was masked by a cologne that he was sure to spray on himself before he went anywhere.

Felix went about his day off casually and nonchalantly, valuing each moment of relaxation he could before his upcoming busy week. This entailed: going to Bert’s to grab a coffee and lunch, walking around town and browsing several different window shops, occasionally stopping to help the community set up for the fair—putting his handiwork skills to good use, taking photos of Silvervale’s otherwise eery ambiance becoming welcomed by tourists, and enjoying a few long hours in the library and the music store. Although Felix had normally been a people person, he has become increasingly introverted, enjoying the solitude and peace of doing things on his own, but this would come to an end once he was satisfied with his alone time.

Felix made his way back to the apartment building and grabbed a few liquor nips from the cabinets in his kitchen. He looked around for Ritz but didn’t see any signs of him, perhaps he was already at the party. Felix made his way on up, passing by a few unfamiliar faces on the way up. Before he was even a step onto the rooftop, a familiar voice rang in his ear, causing a smirk to build on his face: ‘I brought some booooze!’. Before confirming the source of the voice, he was immediately taken aback by the beautiful sunset, choosing first to enjoy the scenery before engaging in conversation with anybody. Felix moved towards the edge, paying no mind to any of the faces he’d past on his way, snapping a few photos on his phone to capture the moment. He glanced in every direction, from the mystifying, dark, and cloudy edge of the eastern sky, to the pink and orange hues peeking through an overcast of fluffy clouds on the western horizon. The transition was beautiful and severe, almost opposite from one side to the other. Before becoming too lost in the view, he turned to the crowd, every person somehow glowing in the dimmed, golden hour from the sun.

Felix took a deep breath, cracking his neck as if it would help him prepare for the social activities of the night. First things first, he would approach the woman whom, no doubt, had the familiar voice. Although he was eying her from the back, he was certain it was Kyla from school. She always had a way of putting herself together, looking damn, near-perfect in anything she wears, but for a moment, Felix finally considered that it wasn’t the clothes that made her look good, it was her that made clothes look good. For a moment, one could hear him mutter a soft ‘Damn…’ under his breath before actually speaking up. Felix brushed his hair back, his voice picking up a charismatic, masculine tone with a tasteful amount of rasp in his words, “Whatcha got there?” He would hope that she'd turn in time to catch the dimple of his smile, finding a sense of mild fulfillment in being flirtatious with Kyla.

Redwood Apartments, Silvervale, LA

Felix Alexander Brooks

^{"Standing alone doesn't concern me, but where I'm standing surely does."}

_______________________________________________ Felix Alexander Brooks _______________________________________________ 23 | ♂ | Bisexual _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 6’2” • Weight | 190 lb. • Ethnicity | White • Hair Colour | Light brown • Eye Colour | Hazel //Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: • Various scars | Felix has small scars along his hands that help portray that he's an active, handy person. He has blisters along the palms of his hands from weightlifting and his grip is course and rigid from strenuous use with his hands. About Felix ___________________________________ [+] //Occupation: • Stripper | Felix works at a stripclub that is tucked into a corner of Rebecca’s Hole. Though the windows are tinted dark and the advertising for the business is minimal, it’s clear what services they provide to the public. Felix finds some sense of shame in this occupation, but nonetheless executes his job effortlessly. The job entails what many imagine a stripping job would be, but also finds himself prostituting informally. Although he wouldn’t refer to it as prostitution, he has sold himself to many people for money. • BA in Music Performance | Despite Felix’s persona of being a typical frat boy with countless secrets beneath the surface of his masculine exterior, he has a proud passion for classical music. Felix is honing his talent of music performance with his cello, hoping one day he’ll be able to play for many companies, orchestras, etc. //Occupancy at Redwoods: Recently moved in

Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A broad physique with exceptionally toned muscles help to give Felix his 'hot jock' indentifier at Silvervale University. He stands tall and proud, walking with confidence, conviction, and motivation while unintentionally intimidating any acquaintances that he comes across. Felix generally has a smirk or smile on his face, whether it be genuine or not, in an attempt to hide his threatening guise. This makes him relatively hard to read, since he will bottle his emotions and release them in other ways than his facial expressions. Occasionally, he’ll flash a smile that’ll reveal the deep dimple within his right cheek, mostly in attempts to charm whomever he’s conversing with. Although, the mixture of his flirtatious mannerisms and his near-perfect, symmetrical facial features tend to do the trick. It is true that Felix does spend precious time maintaining his chiseled, prepossessing body, but it’s a false rumor that he spends time tanning. Somehow, Felix has a natural tan that is relatively even from head to toe that compliments his light-colored hair and hazel eyes. All these factors help to add to his bronze look, helping his muscle tone appear that much sharper and his teeth that much whiter. Felix's style varies depending on his mood or the event he’s going to. Since he lives a busy schedule, he’s often wearing comfortable, sporty clothing. Joggers, cotton shirts, and baseball caps dominate his wardrobe while his preferred, preppy clothing remains nearly untouched. Character Synopsis ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Felix was raised by parents who valued image over all else. Being the only boy of the 5 children they had, a lot of expectation was placed on him. It was instilled in him that he was to grow up in an extreme, masculine way. Blood, sweat, and tears were shed throughout his childhood to fit a mold that was so carefully sculpted by the influences of his life -- primarily the influence of his parents. Since he could remember, his father spent a lot of time teaching him the many things it was to become a man by society’s eyes, harboring in him many talents. Sports, self-defense, handiwork, survival skills, and other traits were introduced into his life, leaving him with a busy schedule revolving around self-development towards a respected man. While an upbringing such as this was stressful, it was also beneficial and made up a lot of who Felix is today. But Felix could only be secluded so much from the strong, feminine influence of his home. Music progressed it’s way into Felix’s life and he was in awe of this foreign realm of expression and beauty. It wasn’t long before it was woven securely between the masculinity of his personality, and he spent a lot of his time learning and listening to music. This is what he decided to do in his free time, something that he genuinely enjoyed and wanted to pursue with his life. The softness of music contrasted everything he was born and raised to be, finally finding a sense of balance within his life. Oddly enough, this helped him in countless ways. Pressingly, he confessed to his parents that he wanted to pursue music after high school. Despite playing well enough to actually have a successful career, they denied this dream of his and requested that he choose something else for his life. Felix spent weeks of mental battles with himself until he eventually broke the mold and ensured his decision on his future. His parents refused to provide any financial support for his career path, but he continued anyway. It was then that he auditioned for Silvervale University and was accepted into their Music Performance program. It was scary at first for him, but he found his independence through making his own path, despite standing alone with his decision. He gets by through hard work and dedication, doing his best to be somewhat financially stable while trying to master his talent with the cello. Felix lived in the dormitory for the first three years, meeting new people and making a lot of new friends. Many parts of the world began opening up that were once sheltered away from him. He became well-liked, appreciated, understood, and valued. The support that surrounded him at the university was unlike any he had before. Coming up on this new year, he decided to move into an apartment to press onward to a new stage of independence. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Protective • Independent • Flirty • Nonchalant • Hard Working • Funny • Since birth, Felix has held a charming, humorous personality that generally vibes well with many people he meets. Although the early years of his life were full of minimal contact with people due to his rigorous schedule, he picked up on social ques and events very quickly. Felix now enjoys meeting new people since he hadn’t had the opportunity to before attending the university. But, traits from his childhood are still knit within his mind; it is instilled in Felix to be a protector to those he cares about, being very defensive of those that he befriends. Felix is often times seen as the tough guy of the group that has a soft heart -- somewhere in between a lover and a fighter. Being a guy that has once faced many mental battles and struggles, he is very understanding to those that suffer from things alike. Felix tries to be as kind-hearted as possible, and doesn’t take well to when people dislike him. So he will go to great extremes to try and repaint the picture that people wrongly see of him. Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Felix is the youngest of 5 children, all of them being his older sisters. • Felix has had one long relationship with a beautiful blonde babe that matched his social status at his high school, but due to the turn in his life and his newfound independence prior to college, they split up. The relationship was rocky anyway and he conformed way too much to her craziness. • Felix was popular in his high school, but has recently detached himself from that lifestyle of being the treasured football jock hottie. He is much different now than he was before, so those from his childhood would have different feelings towards Felix. Random Accumulated Facts - Takes his coffee with a little cream - Loves the sausage biscuits from Bert’s Bakes and Coffee. Also enjoys their peppermint mocha that they offer in the winter time. - His favorite colors are the colors of the foliage. Fall colors. - Loves nature and outdoor activities: hiking, jogging, snowboarding, camping, etc. - Used to be in boy scouts: was actually decent at it. - Really enjoys classical music. - A little below average academically

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Relationships

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^{► Pepper Thompson}

❝ . . . ❞

^{► Charlotte Anne Thorne}

❝ Charlotte is as kind as she is beautiful; and for those that know her, then you’ll understand this as a woman with a heart of gold and beauty like no other. In many ways, I feel way beneath her—out of her league and incapable of catching someone like her. Regardless, she has been such a loyal and caring friend of mine. Talking about her takes me back to some recent nights she’s let me vent to her about shit that doesn’t even pertain to her. I'm not one to really share my feelings to people, but I feel as though I can trust her. Plus, her advice is always so valuable to me. God, if I could be as half as collected as she is, then I’d be set! But—after knowing her for only a few months, I’ve still yet to hear about her story. She hasn’t been in Silvervale for very long, and I’m happy to be one of her first friends here just in case someone tries to mess with her. In some way, it feels like she’s hiding something. Charlotte’s so guarded, sometimes hard to read. I don’t want to say it, but I think something happened to her in the past. I don’t know, that’s not something that I’m going to pry on. And with all of this, it leaves me very protective of her. She’s too kind and too beautiful to be mistreated by anybody. ❞

^{► Alfie Holmes}

❝ Arrogant piece of shit. I try not to get on people's bad side and I try to stay relatively well-liked by people, but with this guy--I won't even make the effort. Frankly, I'd rather keep him as my enemy because I'd never want to associate myself with someone so selfish and disrespectful. Maybe I'm talking out of too much anger, but he's proven himself to be the kind of guy I'd like to legitimately fight. I've heard who he is and what he's about and I have to say, it's nothing special and I hope he gets what's coming to him.❞

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^{► Xavius Woodson}

❝ . . . ❞

^{► Bailey Grace Pruett}

❝ . . . ❞

^{► Margaret Anne McBrady}

❝ . . .❞

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^{► Moritz Gang}

❝ Ahhh, Ritz. I’ve known my boy Ritz for quite awhile know. Well, it’s only been pretty recently that we’ve been becoming good friends. I’d say a little before he invited me to move into his apartment, which has been pretty awesome so far, save for his need to touch my things from time to time. What can I say? I’m a messy guy, but at least I keep it, kind of, in my room. While it can be irritating, I try to remember that it’s out of kindness and that it’s just in his personality. Ritz is a gentle soul. In fact, sometimes I’m a little bit nervous that he’s going to get taken advantage of by somebody. I’ll probably have to smack some sense into him at some point. I think we’re starting to get to that part of the friendship where we start sharing close things about ourselves, but I never really feel comfortable sharing things or being expressive with people. It’s nothing on him, though. Anyway, I can for sure say that I do care about him. ❞

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^{► Junhoe Park}

❝ . . . ❞

❝❞
^{► Makyla Jones}

❝ Makyla Jones. Where do I even start with her. Well for one, I’m, like, insanely attracted to her. I don’t even know what it is, I think it’s a mix between her wit and her confidence and her beauty and her body and the way she talks to me. I don’t know, sometimes I think I’m too intimidated by her to even have a chance with her in bed. Not saying that I’m really that kind of guy, but who wouldn’t with Kyla? Anyway—I met her back when I was dorming, since we were on the same floor in the same building. We had some mutual friends and occasionally went out together in those groups. I don’t know her personally very well, but it’s safe to say that she’s very fun to be around. Maybe we’ll get closer now that we’re in the same building. . . No not in that way, I meant like . . . Well, you know what I meant! ❞

^{► Nadia O’Campo}

❝ . . . ❞

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^{► Rowan Alcaeus}

❝ . . . ❞

^{► Claire Elaine Dupont}

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^{► Chris Bennett}

❝ . . . ❞

^{► Roxy Stark}

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^{► Nikola Blackwell}

❝ . . . ❞

^{► Penelope Balvorn}

❝ . . . ❞

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^{► Amberle de Jong}

❝ . . . ❞

^{► Renata de Leon}

❝ I know of her, in fact, I think I might’ve seen her before. The circumstances were a little. . . Well, I was at work. Whatever, I don’t think it was her. I know she’s some kind of youtuber though—does makeup or something. She’s hot. ❞

Redwood Apartments, Silvervale, LA

This seems like fun! Hopefully my character will fit well into this. Let me know if you want me to change anything! I think I left things a little vague, so let me know if you want me to elaborate on anything.

Felix Alexander Brooks

^{"Standing alone doesn't concern me, but where I'm standing surely does."}

_______________________________________________ Felix Alexander Brooks _______________________________________________ 23 | ♂ | Bisexual _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 6’2” • Weight | 190 lb. • Ethnicity | White • Hair Colour | Light brown • Eye Colour | Hazel //Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: • Various scars | Felix has small scars along his hands that help portray that he's an active, handy person. He has blisters along the palms of his hands from weightlifting and his grip is course and rigid from strenuous use with his hands. About Felix ___________________________________ [+] //Occupation: • Stripper | Felix works at a stripclub that is tucked into a corner of Rebecca’s Hole. Though the windows are tinted dark and the advertising for the business is minimal, it’s clear what services they provide to the public. Felix finds some sense of shame in this occupation, but nonetheless executes his job effortlessly. The job entails what many imagine a stripping job would be, but also finds himself prostituting informally. Although he wouldn’t refer to it as prostitution, he has sold himself to many people for money. • BA in Music Performance | Despite Felix’s persona of being a typical frat boy with countless secrets beneath the surface of his masculine exterior, he has a proud passion for classical music. Felix is honing his talent of music performance with his cello, hoping one day he’ll be able to play for many companies, orchestras, etc. //Occupancy at Redwoods: Recently moved in

Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A broad physique with exceptionally toned muscles help to give Felix his 'hot jock' indentifier at Silvervale University. He stands tall and proud, walking with confidence, conviction, and motivation while unintentionally intimidating any acquaintances that he comes across. Felix generally has a smirk or smile on his face, whether it be genuine or not, in an attempt to hide his threatening guise. This makes him relatively hard to read, since he will bottle his emotions and release them in other ways than his facial expressions. Occasionally, he’ll flash a smile that’ll reveal the deep dimple within his right cheek, mostly in attempts to charm whomever he’s conversing with. Although, the mixture of his flirtatious mannerisms and his near-perfect, symmetrical facial features tend to do the trick. It is true that Felix does spend precious time maintaining his chiseled, prepossessing body, but it’s a false rumor that he spends time tanning. Somehow, Felix has a natural tan that is relatively even from head to toe that compliments his light-colored hair and hazel eyes. All these factors help to add to his bronze look, helping his muscle tone appear that much sharper and his teeth that much whiter. Felix's style varies depending on his mood or the event he’s going to. Since he lives a busy schedule, he’s often wearing comfortable, sporty clothing. Joggers, cotton shirts, and baseball caps dominate his wardrobe while his preferred, preppy clothing remains nearly untouched. Character Synopsis ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Felix was raised by parents who valued image over all else. Being the only boy of the 5 children they had, a lot of expectation was placed on him. It was instilled in him that he was to grow up in an extreme, masculine way. Blood, sweat, and tears were shed throughout his childhood to fit a mold that was so carefully sculpted by the influences of his life -- primarily the influence of his parents. Since he could remember, his father spent a lot of time teaching him the many things it was to become a man by society’s eyes, harboring in him many talents. Sports, self-defense, handiwork, survival skills, and other traits were introduced into his life, leaving him with a busy schedule revolving around self-development towards a respected man. While an upbringing such as this was stressful, it was also beneficial and made up a lot of who Felix is today. But Felix could only be secluded so much from the strong, feminine influence of his home. Music progressed it’s way into Felix’s life and he was in awe of this foreign realm of expression and beauty. It wasn’t long before it was woven securely between the masculinity of his personality, and he spent a lot of his time learning and listening to music. This is what he decided to do in his free time, something that he genuinely enjoyed and wanted to pursue with his life. The softness of music contrasted everything he was born and raised to be, finally finding a sense of balance within his life. Oddly enough, this helped him in countless ways. Pressingly, he confessed to his parents that he wanted to pursue music after high school. Despite playing well enough to actually have a successful career, they denied this dream of his and requested that he choose something else for his life. Felix spent weeks of mental battles with himself until he eventually broke the mold and ensured his decision on his future. His parents refused to provide any financial support for his career path, but he continued anyway. It was then that he auditioned for Silvervale University and was accepted into their Music Performance program. It was scary at first for him, but he found his independence through making his own path, despite standing alone with his decision. He gets by through hard work and dedication, doing his best to be somewhat financially stable while trying to master his talent with the cello. Felix lived in the dormitory for the first three years, meeting new people and making a lot of new friends. Many parts of the world began opening up that were once sheltered away from him. He became well-liked, appreciated, understood, and valued. The support that surrounded him at the university was unlike any he had before. Coming up on this new year, he decided to move into an apartment to press onward to a new stage of independence. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Protective • Independent • Flirty • Nonchalant • Hard Working • Funny • Since birth, Felix has held a charming, humorous personality that generally vibes well with many people he meets. Although the early years of his life were full of minimal contact with people due to his rigorous schedule, he picked up on social ques and events very quickly. Felix now enjoys meeting new people since he hadn’t had the opportunity to before attending the university. But, traits from his childhood are still knit within his mind; it is instilled in Felix to be a protector to those he cares about, being very defensive of those that he befriends. Felix is often times seen as the tough guy of the group that has a soft heart -- somewhere in between a lover and a fighter. Being a guy that has once faced many mental battles and struggles, he is very understanding to those that suffer from things alike. Felix tries to be as kind-hearted as possible, and doesn’t take well to when people dislike him. So he will go to great extremes to try and repaint the picture that people wrongly see of him. Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Felix is the youngest of 5 children, all of them being his older sisters. • Felix has had one long relationship with a beautiful blonde babe that matched his social status at his high school, but due to the turn in his life and his newfound independence prior to college, they split up. The relationship was rocky anyway and he conformed way too much to her craziness. • Felix was popular in his high school, but has recently detached himself from that lifestyle of being the treasured football jock hottie. He is much different now than he was before, so those from his childhood would have different feelings towards Felix. Random Accumulated Facts - Takes his coffee with a little cream - Loves the sausage biscuits from Bert’s Bakes and Coffee. Also enjoys their peppermint mocha that they offer in the winter time. - His favorite colors are the colors of the foliage. Fall colors. - Loves nature and outdoor activities: hiking, jogging, snowboarding, camping, etc. - Used to be in boy scouts: was actually decent at it. - Really enjoys classical music. - A little below average academically

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Tara could feel the ground beneath her turning into thin ice, any movement resulting in shattered ground, only for her to be drowned in defeat with her unsuccessful attempt at gaining their trust. On the contrary, she did succeed in hiding her frustration towards the nobles, though their propositions were valid. Tara knows all too well the desire to keep the royalty of one's city safe, thus, her true frustration was aimed towards the false crime that got her here in the first place. But even with her companion's added persuasion, they were still not swayed to believe that their intentions were just. They spoke too fast for Tara to properly defend herself against their accusations, but she knew that she wouldn't get far with anything she had to say.

Tara decided to speak humbly, her unwavering dedication to the task would hopefully instill even the slightest bit of trust, "Although it is to my dismay that you all do not see the truth within our intentions, I respect your resolve as I, too, was once faced with decisions of the like. We will gladly accept your test and we will see to it that the citizens are cured." Tara gave a small bow in respect before turning to her companion and placing a gentle hand upon his shoulder, "Come. Let us see what plagues these people." With that, they were escorted back into the public.

Tara took a deep breath, the air escaping into a mist before her mouth. It was already so cold, there's no way the ill could survive the winter. She turned to her companion, "I would apologize on behalf of the Order for sending your aid to fulfill a task such as this, but it would appear that we were in the same boat--and I mean that literally." Tara let out a chuckle before continuing, "My name is Tarasynora, but you may call me Tara." She took a moment to eye over his appearance, her eyes darting from one elven feature to the next. Perhaps he would be familiar with the name as she was known by many of the elves within her homelands.

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Tara could feel the eyes on her like thin darts, pricking at her skin unpleasantly, as they passed the nobles of Haev. The court was vaguely familiar to Tara, having spent much time in their embassy quarters during her visit, but the faces weren't so. Granted, when you travel the world with strict goals, you put little effort into remembering the faces you meet. Though, perhaps, they could be staring at her new companion that rushed to join her on her task. She peered over at him as they followed the leading guard, eyeing his rough appearance that oddly gave off a scholar-like persona. 'Apprentice'. Tara let out a sigh. Hopefully the Order didn't have intentions of passing on her knowledge--the circumstances wouldn't allow for proper training.

The opened doors revealed a quarrel between officials, all mustered around a table while their debates echoed through the room stridently like booming horns. Disputes between nobles used to be a regular occurrence for Tara, but that seemed like ages ago, and now her name is spoken plainly, without it's titles, unlike the Lords of this room. She decided to not dwell on her plaintive reminiscence and tuned into the situation at hand.

"Just because these outsiders have come here doesn’t mean we need to help them. Let them freeze for all I care, the Order doesn’t belong here."

The man, presumably referred to as Lord Turin, held a distaste for the Order, much like the citizens of Haev--perhaps it is his influence that conjures the customary hatred towards the Order. Unfortunately, Tara didn't recognize any of the nobles present in the room, so her standing was just as negligible as the rest of the Order.

"Leave them to die and then what Lord Turin? If they die in the Winter will they not send more men here? Will they not think that we chose to let them die? Perhaps they will wage war on us when they come back. Do you think we can survive a war when Vernthouth is in such chaos?."

The well-dressed man, Lord Erith, spoke perceptively. His propositions were valid and reasonable, legitimate thoughts of someone who potentially practices careful strategies. Perhaps he's one of the men that contributes to Haev's impenetrable forces--perhaps all of these men are, collectively.

It dawned on her, though, the situation going on within Vernthouth as he mentioned. Tara's mind shifted between it's files of information to think back to the rumored events within the major city. Vernthouth, alas, remains vulnerable within the ranks due to it's precarious security of the royal court ever since the fall of the King and his son. It's possible that the Queen struggles with the responsibilities of the vast city, especially with open borders that serve as a connection between the Southern Kingdoms and Weirn. Maybe there's more that had happened since the last Tara had heard of it.

It took a bit before her and her ally's presence were acknowledged. The room grew quiet, but became restless again as the King confidently approached Tara. Although his heroic presence nearly trampled Tara's, already crushed, noble stance, she remained stoic and stern. She focused more on the words he spoke, easily overpowering the squabbles that retorted out from behind him. He seemed desperate for the care of his son, and Tara was glad to help, regardless if it was for the order or not--but she did feel a sense of relief when he mentioned the debt he'd fall into with the Order. It'd be success with her mission.

Tara's response was almost immediate, her stance indomitable to the snarling Lord, "When I went on my voyage to master my magical affinity, I made an oath. It was not just to my teacher or to my city, but to myself, that I would value all life and exercise my knowledge the best I can to save the souls of this world. My travels changed me--turned me into a protector, fearless despite my inability to defend myself from harm. I became an advocate of peace in my lands, and while your contacts wrongfully believed the false crime that I was framed with, I still stand as that same woman, regardless if I am stripped of my noble influence." Tara paused before continuing, her voice resembling the same noble confidence as the rest of the room, "Believe what you may, but even if I so happened to have slain my own father, it was for the peace between our races. Don't think that I do not still stand with the reinforced alliance between men and elves."

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Imagine Lunearo being your grandpa. Birthday parties would be horrific.

@BlackSam3091

Birthday party with the risen dead. You say horrific, I say lively.

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Sorry for the late response! I'm assuming that nobody would really go along with Tara since the task doesn't really require any assistance, especially given that she's the only one with restorative magic. Which is totally fine~!