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Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

I'm good, I'm just a lazy uninspired piece of Hamiltrash who can't find the time ever to sit down and write out a friggin' post. Luckily this weekend should bring writing time with it :) Hopefully!

SoS: Semblance of Suburbia

Hella pumped for this to start :D

SoS: Semblance of Suburbia

Caleb Helmsley

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.:| N/A | 17, Almost 18 | Single | Bisexual | Male |:.

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.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.

Tall and lanky, Caleb has always felt out of place in his family, and this has quite a lot to do with his appearance. He doesn't have the broad shoulders and strapping good looks of his dad, and his mother and sister's tan skin and dark hair completely skipped him. In fact, a number of people have asked if he's adopted. In truth, all resemblance to his family is seen in the way he walks, talks, and carries himself. His posture is rigid, and he walks through people rather than around them. His voice holds an authority that makes people turn around and listen. That's all from his dad, not that he's willing to admit it. He does have a tattoo of a lighthouse (shhh) on his ankle, which is why he wears pants or high tops most of the time. He dresses quite fashionably, expensive sweaters and jackets, and many think him to be a young substitute teacher when they're meeting him for the first time at school.

.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.

Arrogant. Bossy. Demanding. Annoyingly intelligent. And manipulative as all hell. The first things anyone will ever tell you about Caleb Helmsley. In their defense, it's all true. Caleb is the kid in school who's always the group leader, not only because he's probably the smartest kid in the group, but also because he's been kissing the teacher's ass for the past three months. He knows exactly how to get what he wants, and he's in no way, shape, or form afraid to do said things. He's a ruthless little bastard, but who can really fault him.

Another thing on the long list of things that Caleb is that rubs people the wrong way, is his bossiness. He runs everything like a dictatorship, and in his defense, it works. His group of friends, while near and dear to his heart, get shunned when they piss him off. His newspaper staff is constantly churning out award winning stories because he won't accept anything less. Sure, plenty of people despise him, but to Caleb, it's all just another step on the ladder to success. He doesn't pull punches either. He's harsh, just like the truth that he often spills.

All this makes Caleb seem like a pretty irredeemable asshole. And he sort of is. But he does have a heart, hidden away, very deep down. He's a loyal friend, all be it a very rude one, but he's still a loyal one. He really does care about people, he's just utter trash at showing it any other way than getting on their ass. He cares incredibly deeply about an incredible amount of things, which is something that most people don't really understand. Going hand in hand with this caring, he's a hopeless romantic, and a passionate one at that. He gets very attached to his significant other, and is a tad jealous as well, though he's rather embarrassed about that. In short, he's a big teddy bear in a very, very thick shell.

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.:| H I S T O R Y |:.

Life has been cushy for Caleb. He's not oblivious. He recognizes that he and his sister have had it relatively easy. Born the youngest twin, Caleb has always had it easy. His childhood was a breeze, jetting around the world with his family, seeing things that most people would never lay eyes upon. He enjoyed it immensely. Followed by paparazzi and spoiled by his mother, his first ten years in the world were probably his favorite.

After that, his life became slightly more rooted in reality. Moving to Lakewood he proved himself to be more than competent in the classroom, and showed off his finesse with words, and his charisma. Kids flocked to him, and it was clear that he loved it. His home life was slightly less...shiny. His parents were gone often, and when they were present, his father was always rather distant. This didn't lead to any affection between the two, something which is clear in Caleb today.

As he grew, so did his mother's fame, his father's money, and his own ambition. His freshman year was one of great change. Joining the Lakewood High Gazette was his first real success, the choice that led to where he is now. Growing up in such close proximity to the corruption that wealth caused, Caleb sought to expose the secrets of the rich and somewhat famous, but when the paper refused, he took matters into his own hands. He built the Lakewood Scandalmonger, the Gossip Girl of Lakewood, the place where anyone who's anyone has their life displayed.

Caleb's kept the Scandalmonger a secret, from everyone but his sister, and he's run it well. It's Lakewood's guilty pleasure, and he suspects the only reason it hasn't been shut down is because too many people love it. Caleb has built himself up into a powerful pillar with not only the Scandalmonger, but also with the Gazette, and as the editor in chief, he has an unprecedented amount of control over the school, and what they do and do not see. Where to next? He hasn't a clue, as long as he's on top when he get's there.

.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.

Student at Lakewood Academy

Runs the school newspaper

Secretly runs the Lakewood Scandalmonger, a gossip column that dishes out dirt on the residents of Lakewood.

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.:| H O B B I E S |:.

✒️ Writing
✒️ Reading
✒️ Bossing people around
✒️ Partying
✒️ Pissing off his dad
✒️ Journalism

.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.

Christopher Helmsley – Father – "Yeah how 'bout we don't talk about that asshat."
Bianca Helmsley – Mother – "So, I might be a bit of a momma's boy. So what?"
Sofia Helmsley – Sister – "My best friend, and also the biggest pain in the ass. Love ya' sis!"

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SoS: Semblance of Suburbia

@Universorum@Silent Observer

Caleb Helmsley

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.:| N/A | 17 | Single | Bisexual | Male |:.

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.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.

Tall and lanky, Caleb has always felt out of place in his family, and this has quite a lot to do with his appearance. He doesn't have the broad shoulders and strapping good looks of his dad, and his mother and sister's tan skin and dark hair completely skipped him. In fact, a number of people have asked if he's adopted. In truth, all resemblance to his family is seen in the way he walks, talks, and carries himself. His posture is rigid, and he walks through people rather than around them. His voice holds an authority that makes people turn around and listen. That's all from his dad, not that he's willing to admit it. He does have a tattoo of a lighthouse (shhh) on his ankle, which is why he wears pants or high tops most of the time. He dresses quite fashionably, expensive sweaters and jackets, and many think him to be a young substitute teacher when they're meeting him for the first time at school.

.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.

Arrogant. Bossy. Demanding. Annoyingly intelligent. And manipulative as all hell. The first things anyone will ever tell you about Caleb Helmsley. In their defense, it's all true. Caleb is the kid in school who's always the group leader, not only because he's probably the smartest kid in the group, but also because he's been kissing the teacher's ass for the past three months. He knows exactly how to get what he wants, and he's in no way, shape, or form afraid to do said things. He's a ruthless little bastard, but who can really fault him.

Another thing on the long list of things that Caleb is that rubs people the wrong way, is his bossiness. He runs everything like a dictatorship, and in his defense, it works. His group of friends, while near and dear to his heart, get shunned when they piss him off. His newspaper staff is constantly churning out award winning stories because he won't accept anything less. Sure, plenty of people despise him, but to Caleb, it's all just another step on the ladder to success. He doesn't pull punches either. He's harsh, just like the truth that he often spills.

All this makes Caleb seem like a pretty irredeemable asshole. And he sort of is. But he does have a heart, hidden away, very deep down. He's a loyal friend, all be it a very rude one, but he's still a loyal one. He really does care about people, he's just utter trash at showing it any other way than getting on their ass. He cares incredibly deeply about an incredible amount of things, which is something that most people don't really understand. Going hand in hand with this caring, he's a hopeless romantic, and a passionate one at that. He gets very attached to his significant other, and is a tad jealous as well, though he's rather embarrassed about that. In short, he's a big teddy bear in a very, very thick shell.

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.:| H I S T O R Y |:.

Life has been cushy for Caleb. He's not oblivious. He recognizes that he and his sister have had it relatively easy. Born the youngest twin, Caleb has always had it easy. His childhood was a breeze, jetting around the world with his family, seeing things that most people would never lay eyes upon. He enjoyed it immensely. Followed by paparazzi and spoiled by his mother, his first ten years in the world were probably his favorite.

After that, his life became slightly more rooted in reality. Moving to Lakewood he proved himself to be more than competent in the classroom, and showed off his finesse with words, and his charisma. Kids flocked to him, and it was clear that he loved it. His home life was slightly less...shiny. His parents were gone often, and when they were present, his father was always rather distant. This didn't lead to any affection between the two, something which is clear in Caleb today.

As he grew, so did his mother's fame, his father's money, and his own ambition. His freshman year was one of great change. Joining the Lakewood High Gazette was his first real success, the choice that led to where he is now. Growing up in such close proximity to the corruption that wealth caused, Caleb sought to expose the secrets of the rich and somewhat famous, but when the paper refused, he took matters into his own hands. He built the Lakewood Scandalmonger, the Gossip Girl of Lakewood, the place where anyone who's anyone has their life displayed.

Caleb's kept the Scandalmonger a secret, from everyone but his sister, and he's run it well. It's Lakewood's guilty pleasure, and he suspects the only reason it hasn't been shut down is because too many people love it. Caleb has built himself up into a powerful pillar with not only the Scandalmonger, but also with the Gazette, and as the editor in chief, he has an unprecedented amount of control over the school, and what they do and do not see. Where to next? He hasn't a clue, as long as he's on top when he get's there.

.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.

Student at Lakewood Academy

Runs the school newspaper

Secretly runs the Lakewood Scandalmonger, a gossip column that dishes out dirt on the residents of Lakewood.

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.:| H O B B I E S |:.

✒️ Writing
✒️ Reading
✒️ Bossing people around
✒️ Partying
✒️ Pissing off his dad
✒️ Journalism

.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.

Christopher Helmsley – Father – "Yeah how 'bout we don't talk about that asshat."
Bianca Helmsley – Mother – "So, I might be a bit of a momma's boy. So what?"
Sofia Helmsley – Sister – "My best friend, and also the biggest pain in the ass. Love ya' sis!"

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Finally got him done :D

Divided We Stand

@lovely complex Edited in an interaction with Ellie :D

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Okay, post for sure coming tomorrow! Just been super busy with school and today was my first chance to really catch up, so tomorrow I'll get posts up for all my characters :D

Divided We Stand

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A V A L O N & W I L L

Location: Delirium
Interacting With: No one
Interacting With: | [color=]Eliana[/color] @lovely complex |
Mood: Conspiratory -> Nervous -> Excited -> Intrigued
Mood: Why the hell did I agree to this?
_{Avalon's Outfit Will's Outfit}

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"Is this really a good idea Ava?" Will asked, as he shivered against the frosty night air of New York City. Avalon turned to him, cocked her head, and smirked. "Of course! They crashed our party, so we're going to crash theirs. Not to mention, Eliana Lovelace is going to be here, and it's your job to be her friend. Get in close to her, and then strike, bring her to our side." Avalon kept her voice hushed as they shuffled through the line. Will was shivering, despite the layers he was wearing, but Avalon was standing strong, refusing to show that she was cold at all. She was stepping into the cave of wolves. Weakness was not an option.

Will nodded in agreement. He couldn't not agree. His best friend and his sort of kinda girlfriend were leading the charge against Delphina. Of course he'd be there helping anyway he could. It just so happened that he was much more convincing than Avalon the Warmonger, and so, he'd been placed in charge of recruitment. By any means necessary. If that meant befriending Lovelace and turning her to Sam's side, then so be it. It was sleazy, but who cared? It needed to be done. Right?

Their silence was interrupted as they reached the front of the line, and the bouncer motioned for them to enter, his face conveying the same emotion as a brick wall. The music was deafening and the heat was constricting. This was not Will's scene. But Avalon's grin said it surely was hers. She turned to her friend and nodded to him. "Call me if you run into trouble. Look out for Lovelace or her friends, and I'll look around for Gia and her cronies, try and keep them from working your magic. Good luck. Oh and hold this." With that said, Avalon disappeared on the dance floor, handing off her purse to Will and searching for her targets in a sea of people, with the occasional break to dance with a sweaty guy.

Will on the other hand, bit his nails nervously and moved to the bar, where he sat down and ordered a drink, flashing a fake at the bartender, who didn't seem especially concerned. As he drank he chuckled at the irony of a hero using a fake ID to drink illegally. He sat at the bar and looked out across the bar, keeping an eye trained on the entrance through the cherry tunnel, just in case his marks came through. If they did, he'd be ready.

And as if God was having a laugh at him, the moment he turns his head, Eliana Lovelace is standing at the bar, looking as if she'd been there longer than he had. What in the hell?. Ignoring the way she seemed to just appear, he moved closer to her and took a seat at her side. He wouldn't let Avalon down. And he definitely wouldn't let Sam down. It was go time. Hopefully it didn't all go to hell. "Eliana Lovelace. Here to drink away the stress of the tournament? Because if so, feel free to join me," he said with a smooth grin and a charming laugh.

Written: A Fairytale RP

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Location: Bells and Whistles -> Madam Fae's Bar and Diner
Interacting With: | Peter Pan | Jessamine Oakwing @MiddleEarthRoze|

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Tink awoke to her apartment shaking. She wasn't exactly an expert on how the world works, but she was certain her apartment should not shake. And even stranger than the tremors that had awoken her, was the feeling in the air. The smell, the sounds, the sparkle everywhere. She knew what it was. Magic. Which should be impossible. But here it was.

She bit her lip as she stared around her home, eyes wide as she saw the magic, something she hadn't been able to do for years. There was less than there had been on Neverland, so much less, but it was there. And it was beautiful. So beautiful that a grin broke out on her lips, and she laughed, throwing her head back and spinning around. She had no clue what was happening, but whatever it was, it was amazing. She had to tell Peter.

She hadn't seen Peter in a few days, which wasn't too strange. He often spent days, moping about in that tree house of his, hiding away from mundanes and fables alike. How he stayed sane out there she had no clue, but she respected his privacy, and every time she did see him, he was given a hug like no other. Which is how things went as she practically skipped into Fairy Godmother's diner, grinning. She took a seat at the bar next to Peter, wrapping him up in a hug, before leaning in to whisper to him. "You feel it right? Tell me you can feel it."

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Location: Madam Fae's Bar and Diner
Interacting With: | Tinker Bell |

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Peter didn't quite know what he liked about the diner. He figured it was the Fairy Godmother. Peter hadn't ever had much in the way of the mother. Tink had always been closer to his best friend than his mother, and while she might treat him like a kid sometimes, he never saw her in such a light. After the Cataclysm though, Jessamine had helped, not only him but plenty of others. He respected that, and maybe he saw her as a sort of mother figure, not just for him but for the whole town.

He gladly accepted the offer of breakfast, and dug in to it the moment she set it down in front of him, offering up a rare smile as a thank you. He watched as more and more of his fellow fables entered the diner, seeking food and warmth. He wasn't close with many of them, but he knew them by their faces. Beauty and her Beast. Sherlock. Now he was a conundrum. A bit nutty, but an okay guy, at least from what he could tell. And then there was Prince Philip. Well, just Philip now I guess.

His analysis of the diner's patrons was interrupted by the entrance of Tink, probably one of the only people who could bring an actual grin to his face. He hugged her back, something that would never happen for anyone else, and listened as she whispered to him. He cocked an eyebrow and in response to his confusion, she hissed a word back. "Magic!"

His eyes widened, and as if she'd flipped a switch in his brain, he could feel it, tickling at his senses, pressing lightly on him. He felt his body tugging against the laws of gravity, and he grinned. He couldn't help it. Maybe this return meant something was going right for once. At least, that's what he hoped. "Looks like we have something to bring up at the meeting."

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Been busy with homework and the like, but I should have a post up tonight :)

Written: A Fairytale RP

Tinker Bell

_{"Faith, trust, and pixie dust!"}

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• N A M E

Tinker Bell

• S T O R Y

Peter Pan

• B I R T H P L A C E

The Never

• M A G I C

Yes

• A G E

Who knows? Tink is one of the oldest fairies around, but she looks no older than 27.

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Come and have a go, if you think you're hard enough.

• A T T I R E

Back in the Never, clothes were hardly a necessity, and so Tink covered herself in outfits made of leaves, held together by magic. Now that she's living on earth, she's discovered an affinity for fashion, a love for clothes. She generally dresses in leggings or skinny jeans, and other form fitting clothes to show off her fit frame. She keeps her pale blonde hair cut short, abandoning the long locks that she kept back home. Her skin has been paled by the Seattle clouds, and her eyes are a brilliant blue, with a mischievous sparkle to them.

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• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Tink's the wild child of the fairies. Flirty, fun, petty as all hell, and with a wicked temper, she's quite the trouble maker. She'll flirt with just about everyone, though most of the time it's really just her being playful. She's incredibly adventurous, her spontaneity being one of her defining traits. It's not uncommon to find her shop closed for the day while she hikes around the forests around Mystvale, or goes into the city on an impromptu shopping trip. However, don't fuck around with her. And if you do, make sure she doesn't know about it. Her vengeance is scary, and she'll do whatever it takes and then some to make sure you pay.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

The most obvious one is her flight. When she's in her realm, she can pick between two forms, her fairy form, where she's incredibly small, and her normal human form. In both of these forms she has two wings on her back, translucent and resembling a dragon fly's, they allow her to fly at incredible speeds. And, as with all fairies, she has an innate ability to use magic, casting spells and manipulating pixie dust. One skill that found it's way to earth is her innovation when it comes to engineering. She's skilled with all sort of machines and gadgets, hence her name.

• F A T A L F L A W

Her jealousy. Tink is quite the envious fairy, and it can make her do incredibly stupid things. Like dangle girls over shark infested waters, or give them over to pirates. You know, the usual.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

No one is quite sure how Tinker Bell came to be. Even she isn't positive. One day, she just was. Born of pure magic like all the other fairies, she awoke on Neverland, and immediately began doing the only thing she seemed to know how to do. Build. She constructed the miniature metropolis that the fairies of Neverland called home, Pixie Hollow, and helped to harness the magic of pixie dust.

Sometime after her "birth", Tink found it imperative that the island she and the other fairies called home have a guardian. After some experiments that many called unethical, she created the Boy Who Never Grew Up. Peter Pan. Peter became her best friend, and she raised him to be the bright young man he is today.

When the pirates came to Neverland, she helped Peter fight them. She was by his side every step of the way, even when he brought that bitch back from London. She and Wendy didn't exactly get along, and when Peter returned her to where she came, Tink made sure she'd be impossible to find, hid her from all of Peter's senses. A secret that she'll take to her grave.

When the Cataclysm struck, she watched as her home was torn apart, and it tore her to pieces. She and Peter struggled to keep the Island together but their efforts were useless against the Cataclysm. It couldn't be stopped. When Merlin arrived, she and Peter went, begrudgingly. It's her one true regret.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

Tink adapted surprisingly well to life in Mystvale. She opened up a repair shop, one where she fixed everything from children's toys to TVs. She helped raise Peter, a boy who was now not so ageless. She kept herself intertwined with the town politics, and was one of the few people who actually attended the town meetings. With signs of the Cataclysm now more and more prevalent, she's been preparing for the destruction it might bring, fearing for the lives of her and Peter.