Silent Whispers

The New Era of Hogwarts [Whispers x Cleaner]

No need to apologize! How are you doing? I figured she would feel very attacked,but he has reason to suspect her. :P But he will end up apologizing profusely.

Take your time. I understand you have lots going on.

I also had an idea of Vanessa making people believe that Victoria was the culprit on writing on the wall.

@The Cleaner

I am doing good. :D And yes, she is going to feel like Vic is accusing her of the writing.

Thanks. I'll the posts up sometime tomorrow night, unfortunately. Sorry about the delay.

You know what? That sounds like a great idea, to be honest. And I think I know how to add that in there, too. ;)

Can't wait to write my posts now.

Will There Be Blood? [Whispers x Love]

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It was haha

So sorry I have been having major headaches the last two days. I wasn't ignoring you.

@Love Dove

Awe, no, you're fine. I hope you feel better. :'(

By the way, I got the posts up and I hope you like them. :)

Will There Be Blood? [Whispers x Love]

King Elias // 43

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The only thing that was really audible right now was the clanging of wooden swords together as Elias was playing around with his youngest son. Elias enjoyed sparring with just about anyone and since his youngest son insisted on being taught swordplay, there was no way that Elias could refuse. Laughter was in his tone as his youngest son managed to get a hit on him. "Good, my boy." Elias said as he walked closer towards his youngest son and ruffled his hair. "You'll be ready in no time." Elias had mentioned towards his youngest son as the Queen of Essex was standing right at the door, a little displeased at her King right about now.

"Surely you haven't forgotten that we're welcoming the Princess of Wessex today?" The Queen questioned her King, who sighed and shook his head towards her. "I haven't forgotten. Go get ready, Elijah." His youngest nodded his head and ran off to go and get ready for the welcoming. His eyes met with his Queen, whom he waved off as he handed the wooden swords to his boy then went to his room, where he soaked before having his servants dress him for the welcoming.

Elias was now ready as he told his messenger to send word towards the other royals within the palace and demanded that they be ready for him whenever he was done. The messenger nodded and went to do whatever he was told as Elias looked towards his Queen with a wink.

About a few minutes later, he was ready and his Queen was by his side. "You look lovely, your grace." The Queen mentioned as Elias eyed her and kissed her lips. "So do you, my Queen." Elias stuck his arm out as his Queen grabbed then linked her arm with his. As they walked through one hall and down a few stairs, their arrival was announced along with a small fanfare being played as they walked by their royal and noble friends, who were bowed down before them.

"Where the hell is Sebastian?" Elias muttered towards his Queen, who sent someone out to find her darling son, the Crowned Prince. Elias' eyes wandered down the road and surely enough, Wessex's carriage was coming towards them.

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Princess Alissa // 21

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She was quiet.

Her ladies-in-waiting were chatting and giggling among themselves but Alissa, Princess of Wessex was silent. She was suppose to ride within the carriage alongside her mother but since her father, King of Wessex, wasn't able to attend the welcoming ceremony, she took it upon herself to ride in the carriage with her friends, her ladies-in-waiting. Alissa knew that she'd have to hear it from her mother later about what she did but for now, she had too much to worry and think about as her eyes saw the Palace of Essex up ahead.

"We're almost there, my lady." One of her ladies-in-waiting said as Alissa looked towards her with a smile. "Indeed we are." There was no way of telling if Alissa was truly happy or sad right about now - Only she knew herself. Besides her feelings and emotions, she was unsure about this arrangement and unsure if she was ready to wed the Crowned Prince of Essex or if he felt the same way as her.

Alissa wondered how much the Prince had grown up since they've last saw each other, which has been awhile since they were children. As they neared towards the palace, she looked at all that had gathered and nerves started to fill up within her. "I feel sick." Alissa muttered as one of her ladies-in-waiting looked at her and comforted her. "It's all right. You're probably just nervous. Sebastian will still like you." Alissa looked at her then smiled as the carriage slowed down then suddenly came to a halt.

A fanfare sounded as they were helped from their carriage and Alissa looked at everyone that had come from surrounding palaces to witness her arrival. Her eyes then wandered over towards her mother, the Queen of Wessex, as she lowered her head towards her before one of ladies-in-waiting mentioned the absence of Sebastian. Alissa sighed as she walked over towards her mother, waving for her own ladies-in-waiting to join them as she proceeded to walk towards the King and Queen of Essex. Once she was close enough, Alissa along with her ladies-in-waiting bowed before them.

"Your majesty. My Queen." She spoke once she had risen up and eyed them. "I thank you both for welcoming me back to your palace after so long and the reunion between myself and the prince shall be one to remember." Alissa then waved for her mother to join her side. "You remember my mother, Queen Penelope." She introduced her mother and waited for the King and Queen, or even Sebastian whenever he decided to show up, to speak before continuing on.

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@dreamingflowers @Ace of flames01 @Duoya @WanderingSpirit @Darcs @NightinGem @KaijuBaragon @Angel Eyes @fishguy @Ornatur

Update; The first post is up~! :) Sorry that I got a little bit carried away with my first post.

By the way, it's early afternoon time wise within the roleplay so let's say 12:30?

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Location;; Her flat
Interacting With;; Her mother via phone call ► A reporter

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It's been at least a week and a half since the brutal storm occurred within the town of Brighton. Many people, even the reporters and meteorologists, were still talking about what had transpired that day and honestly, Savannah was sick and tired of hearing about it. She walked over towards the window of her flat and opened up the curtain, only to see that it was still raining and reporters were still out there, interviewing anyone that was willing to speak with them or just to get a scoop on how everyone felt. Savannah had let out a soft sigh and rolled her eyes as she heard her phone chime, signaling that it was a notification from the university she attended in Brighton. Classes were cancelled for the remainder of the week and she honestly felt a bit relieved because it gave her time to clean up around her flat and go grocery shopping.

Once she sat her phone down on her dining table, it started to ring and before she fully walked away, her eyes peered towards the device and saw that the screen read Madre with at least three hearts to follow the Spanish word for mom or mother. Answering the phone, Savannah didn't even have the chance to say the words hello, hey or hi before her mother went on a word rampage with her. Her mother was very concerned about Savannah after hearing the news about the storm and even offered for her to come home immediately. Savannah declined, of course, not wanting to leave her life within Brighton behind quite yet.

"Mother, mother! Please. This is like the thousandth time you've called within two days." She exaggerated as her mother seized talking for a moment, only to allow Savannah to finally get some words in. "I am fine. We're all fine here in Brighton, okay? If something comes up, I'll let you know, mother. You don't need to worry so much." Savannah said as her mother spoke the words okay and that she loved Savannah. "Love you, too. Bye." With that, she hung her phone up and sat it back down on the dining table then went and got dressed so that she can make a grocery run.

As she grabbed her phone and keys, she walked out of her flat and made sure the door was locked before she continued her trek towards the doors that lead towards the outside. She stood at the doors for a moment and it seemed as if the reporters were just waiting for her to come out so they can ram themselves towards her and bombard her with multiple questions about the storm. Savannah buttoned up her jacket and placed her hood upon her head then let out a soft sigh before she went out into the light rain weather that was falling onto the ground. Just as she suspected, the reporters came at her with a multitude of questions as she managed to not answer any of them but one question made her stop in her tracks and turn heel to face the female reporter that asked that question.

"What was that question you had asked again?" Savannah asked the reporter, who had put the tape recorder up to her own mouth and asked the question again. "Do you have any thoughts the people that are missing? Or any idea how many?" The reporter then placed the tape recorder out towards Savannah, who seemed to be frozen as he mouth was parted open slightly. "M..Missing? W..Wh..What do you mean by missing?" She stammered as she ran past the reporters and went back inside, removing her hood from the top of her head. Savannah honestly had no idea that people were missing and if people were truly missing, where are they? Where could they have gone?

She went back towards her flat and leaned her back against the door, her heart racing and her breath a little bit heavy. A knock came upon her door that caused her to jump slightly and let out a light shriek. She opened the door as it revealed a male behind it and she eyed him as he started to speak. "Hey there, sorry to bother you but me and some friends are having a Survivor of the Storm party alongside seaside tonight and we're inviting everyone within The Lights region to attend." The male said as he handed Savannah a flyer. "Well, hope to see you there and have a good evening." The male waved at Savannah, who somewhat smiled at the male, as he walked down the hall and went to the next door.

Savannah closed her door and looked down at the flyer before setting it down on the counter. She still couldn't believe that people were missing and wondered who else knew about the missing people. It was strange to her, honestly and now she was wondering, was any people that she knew missing? Were her any of her friends missing, too? With a sigh, she walked over towards her living area and sat down upon her couch, sending a text to her mother that people are actually missing after the storm. All she had to do now was wait for her mother to call her with another worried tone phone conversation and offer for her to come home once again. She honestly had no idea how to feel right about now.

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Francesco Sapienti

_{{ ”Okay so I know I'm a little green but I'm not stupid you know?” }}

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| Name |

Francesco Sapienti

| Nickname |

Little F - A nickname mostly used by the guys in his family, or his few male friends.
Bambi - Some of his friends call him Bambi because of his doe eyes and small stature.
Sleeping beauty - His brother came up with this "loving" nickname, because he always snaps pictures of his older brother when he's sleeping. Francesco hates the nickname and despises getting his picture taken. He never takes any selfies either.

| Date Of Birth |

20 July, 1992

| Age |

24

| Sexuality |

♂ 💕 ♂

| Relationship Status |

Single

| Occupation |

College student

| In Depth Appearance |

Francesco looks young for his age, like he’s in his late teens. He has dark brown wavy hair which he usually wears up out of his face. His eyes are light brown and slightly almond shaped. He has an oval shape face with a pointed nose, full lips, and thick long brows. Occasionally he keeps a bit of neatly trimmed facial hair. His body is slim and toned but without much visible muscle, also he’s not the tallest guy in the world at only 5'4".

Francesco dresses according to the season, a bit obsessively one could argue. Not only does he change up his color scheme, opting for earthy, warm tones in the autumn and winter and lighter pastel colors in the spring and summer he changes his entire wardrobe on the exact date of solstices. Even if it's still cold on the Spring solstice he'll swap out his entire wardrobe. He has a strong fashion sense and favors a bohemian style. He knows what looks good on him and generally sticks to softer colors and shapes, flowy cardigans/shirts, scarves, skinny jeans and boots.

| Quirks & Habits |

¿ Superstitious: Francesco is extremely superstitious and while some are quite ridiculous he won't go against them, even going as far as to warn other people, all with the best intentions obviously.

¿ Mirror mirror on the wall: He's always checking his reflection in any reflective surface, a shop window, his phone or an actual mirror. While the habit makes him seem very vain he actually isn't. He's just checking if everything is looking as it's supposed to, not to check out how hot he is.

¿ Neat freak: When he's down or feeling like crap he gets into a cleaning frenzy. He dusts, mops and thoroughly cleans every inch of the house.

| Hobbies |

✿ Gardening: Despite the limited space around his house, he has turned whatever space available into a certified greenhouse. Pots of herbs line the window sills, the little strip of soil in his front yard is covered in various plants. Because there is so little space he is very particular on what kind of plants are growing in his "garden". He selects them according to their usefulness in the kitchen or as medicine, rather than their beauty.

✍ Handwritten letters: He's recently started to exchange handwritten letters with a guy he knows from social media. It has turned into a small obsession, mainly the decorative part of writing the letters, not so much the actual content.

👗 Fashion: Perhaps a bit stereotypical but Francesco loves fashion, be it putting together his own outfits or that of friends and family.

✋ Fortune telling: A skill that was passed down in his family, much like the secret recipes of the Sapienti's famous pasta dishes it is rarely spoken about or used. Francesco likes to perfect his craft and almost exclusively uses a deck of traditional playing cards.

♋ Astrology: Not taken as seriously as his fortune telling but Francesco does like to match up signs. Arguments, disagreements and other misfortune in his relationships with other people are usually blamed on the fact that their signs didn't go well together.

🎂 Baking: Something he picked up in his early teens, which has turned into a small business for family and friends. It relaxes him, but it's not as fun as it used to be, having turned into a weekly activity.

♫ Piano playing: Francesco dabbles a bit on the piano, he has horrid memory and if he doesn't practice daily he'll usually forget the songs, even though it took him ages to learn them.

| Likes |

✔ Italian food
✔ Italian opera music
✔ Children
✔ Anything disney related
✔ Books on spirituality
✔ Good personal hygiene

| Dislikes |

✘ Violence
✘ Loud people
✘ Meat/fish
✘ Losing
✘ Cleaning up after cooking dinner

| Fears |

☠ Being left behind: Francesco is scared of being stuck, to be the only one who's never had a relationship, who will keep living in the same house until everyone moves out, you could call it a misplaced empty nest syndrome.

☠ Losing someone else he loves: Even though losing his mother was the most difficult situation he's ever had to face he's far from ready to lose anyone else. He'd thought his mother would have been around a lot longer than she did.

| Personality |

Helpful and naive are two words which sum up his character pretty well. If you need help with anything, anything at all you should go to him. Even if he can’t help you he’ll find someone who will. He tries to see the good in everyone and the upside to every downside. He’s an introvert, calm, shy, and somewhat withdrawn. A very sensitive young man who often feels misunderstood. He hates to argue, or see other people argue and is a peace keeper, crossing his own personal limits to ensure group harmony. Often lost in thought he can come across as dreamy, passive and a push over. Add to this the fact that he has a very strong drive to care for others, a maternal instinct he has no qualms about hiding and you have an eccentric guy.

Francesco wasn’t slow to realize that he’s not your typical guy’s guy, but doesn’t attempt to act differently. Instead he’s accepted the fact that he is the way he is. He’ll always be a bit awkward around guys and more at ease around girls. In social situations, he tends to speak only when spoken to and sticks with the people he’s comfortable around. He’s always the last one to voice his opinion and often only when asked for. He’s a late bloomer and while he has experience in some areas he has a complete lack of experience in others.

| Abilities |

Pheromone generation

Probably intended as a funny cosmic joke the storm has basically turned Francesco into a walking perfume bottle, giving him the ability to generate pheromones. The pheromones are the same type used by several plants and animals. The scent is vaguely floral but barely detectable by the human nose. They are used to to impact behavior in members of the same species. With the right pheromones Francesco can create attraction between two people or have people be attracted to him. Stronger pheromones can be used induce sleep, change emotions, draw crowds, mark territory (causing people to feel the compulsion to not go into a certain area), or to leave a pheromone trail which others can follow.

Francesco has no control over his ability, but has figured out a couple of things so far. His ability activates when he's either nervous or feeling hot, which sadly often happens simultaneously. Exposed skin boosts the pheromones power. So far the only noticeable effect is that people around become more relaxed, feeling very comfortable and pleasant. Touching his skin while his ability is activated makes it worse. When that happens people become extremely nice to him, going out of their way to make him feel better, sometimes fighting over who is going to help him.

| Limitations |

Most pheromones are airborne and scent based, strong winds make them pretty much useless. Covering your nose would be a great way to avoid the effects, once you realize they are being used against you, but it's usually too late by then.
There are other pheromones which are transferred by direct skin-to-skin contact, so keeping him at arms length will keep you safe.

| Place Of Origin |

Benevento, Italy.

| Background |

Francesco grew up in a very close knit Italian immigrant family. He was born prematurely and spent three months in the hospital, luckily with no apparent ill effects on his health. This early event in his life resulted in an overprotective and sheltered upbringing. In school Francesco, didn’t really fit in but then again what teen ever does? He made a couple of friends and wasn’t bullied much. All in all, he survived high school and passed his exams at 16.

When it was time to select, a follow up education he came up blank. With no idea, what to do Francesco simply followed the advice of his high school English teacher. He told him to go and do something with his language skills. He enrolled in a commercial type of education where he was taught business skills. Basically, he was destined for office work, the way his life was heading anyway. He didn’t realize business was all wrong for him until he nearly had his degree. After his graduation, he made the switch to become a social worker.

Every single one of his friends and family told him not to do it. He was too nice, too soft, not cut out for the job. He enrolled despite of what they said, or in retrospect maybe he did it to prove them wrong. It was a fresh start, he finally felt like he was doing what he was supposed to be doing.

He made some lasting friends who he also liked outside of school, a big deal for him. Right after he finished his first year of college his mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was devastating news for the entire family but they never gave up hope for recovery. Sadly, it got worse each year, until he eventually dropped out of school to take care of her. After a near three-year struggle she passed away. To Francesco this entire period was a blur, he had been living his life on auto pilot. He took a gap year and went to work at a clothing store, trying to figure out his next steps, a plan b. The way he’d taken care of his mother made him consider becoming a nurse and after extensive (yes, this time around he gave it much more thought) research and soul searching he decided to enroll in what would hopefully be his last time in school.

With a lot of hard lessons learned and some life experience under his belt (he hates belts) he was more focused and less dreamy. He realized one day that even though he was grieving his life wasn’t all that bad. He was starting school again, lived together with his dad and little brother under one roof, with family living either in the same street or a few blocks away. He had people who loved him, an important job to do, keep everything going. It was like he took his mom’s place and seeing how they were so much alike it went very smoothly. If that’s a good thing remains to be seen.

He struggles with his newfound reality, way more than he lets on. After another fight with his dad he stayed over at his friend's flat in The Lights. When the storm hit, he was hiding under the covers afraid of the booming thunder. The next morning he still felt a little off, he figured he must still be spooked from a restless night. His friend however was uncharacteristically nice all of sudden.

@dreamingflowers

Character accepted~!

Sorry for overlooking him again. Place him within the Character Tab whenever you are ready. :)

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@HushedWhispers oh shit ok so I'm working on a pair of twins, thus it is taking a bit longer than I had planned (plus I'm rusty af) but all I gotta do is right their bios Which will both essentially be the same

@Ace of flames01

That's completely fine. Just take your time. :)

The New Era of Hogwarts [Whispers x Cleaner]

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I rather hope that was alright. I'm a tiny bit rushed as apparently I've got some stuff to take care of today sadly. I should be back later to talk some more!

@The Cleaner

Apologies on the late response but I love the posts and Vanessa is really going to feel attacked by Vic, to be honest. Haha.

And I'll try to get something tonight. :)

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@HushedWhispers Still working on the second character-- I'm going to aim to have her done by tonight.

@Darcs

Okay. :) Thanks for letting me know and just take your time.