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2,600 | 55 | 2 | 1,561 | 171 | Janus wakes up from his nap feeling like something was different, curious he grabbed his gear and went outside. Seeing nothing in his immediate vicinity he decides to move through the trees. Janus loved moving through the treetops as it made him feel like he could almost touch the sky, it felt as though all he had to do was jump and he'd be flying.
As he drew closer to the village Janus thought he saw something golden in colour through the trees. Curious, Janus slowed down and started moving closer to where he thought he saw the golden object. As he drew closer Janus realized that there were more birds in the area than usual. Coming to the edge of a clearing Janus decides it would be better if he stayed hidden. From his vantage point Janus saw a young girl, at least that's how she looked. She seemed to be drawing something. Curious Janus slid down into a bush and crept around the edge of the clearing. When Janus found himself behind the girl he still couldn't see what she was drawing.
Deciding it would be best if she didn't see him Janus distanced himself from the girl and contented himself with watching her draw. | Name: Janus Malron
Age: 18
Gender: male
Orientation: pansexual
RIS: peasant
Occupation: Hunter
Legend:
"Have you heard the stories? they say this village has a guardian spirit. Whenever bandits raid the village they all mysteriously disappear, as though they've never been there at all. They say that the spirit of the forest is protecting them and will cut down even the greatest threat. That's why even as far away from the capital as it is, there hasn't been a bandit raid here in the past 4 years".
--Passing peddler caravan
Janus is a free-spirited young man with a love for the great outdoors. He became known as a guardian spirit when he was 12 and mercilessly eradicated a band of bandits that were harassing the town. Occasional sightings of Janus have occurred, but only glimpses in the thickest parts of the forest. Janus has a love for animals, and only hunts what he needs, every part of his prey becomes something he can use. His bow is made from a buck's antlers and sinew, his traps fashioned from wolf teeth and shattered bones.
Appearance:
Janus is a fit young man with dark brown hair and brown eyes. His nose is thin and his expression makes him always look angry.
Personality:
Despite his demeanor Janus is actually very playful and loves to swim. he spends most of his time swimming or running through the treetops, hopping from branch to branch. He likes people but chooses to live in solitude because he doesn't know how to interact with them. His mother died giving birth to him and his father died of plague when he was 10. Janus is very clever and loves to play little tricks on the people of the village. He will write riddles in the dirt and watch in secret while waiting for someone to solve it.
Skills:
Archery: As a hunter Janus is an expert marksman
Trapping: not only can Janus make amazing and practical traps, he also knows the perfect bait for each type of prey
Parkour: Due to his time spent running in the treetops, Janus is exceptionally fit and agile.
Combat flaws:
Janus is terrible in hand-to-hand combat and in a 1-on-1 duel he will quickly lose. He also lacks combat training of any sort and therefore is less effective in open combat.
Deity: Vangleich, Janus had always been drawn to the crimson tones and constant glow of the red sun. As such he worships Vangleich openly, always paying his respects before sleep.
Abilities:
Tracking: exactly what it sounds like.
Backstory:
Born and raised just outside of a small village far to the West, Janus' mother died just after he was born. Janus' father raised Janus and taught him how to master the bow and the best kinds of places to set traps for animals. Shortly after a plague ravaged the village Janus' father died. When Janus learned of the habit bandits have of raiding villages he decided to protect the one near and dear to him. At age 12 Janus drove off his first band of bandits, weeks later they came again. For the next 4 years Janus fought off ever dwindling numbers of bandits and protected his village from harm. Now at 18 years of age, Janus is beginning to get restless. |
2,601 | 55 | 3 | 2,662 | 856 | Her pencil made more lines over the paper. Slowly but surely, the scratchy lines were changing into the image Aya saw in front of her.
"Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company"
With the weather, the landscape and the general feel of the area, Aya couldn't resist. She carried the notes softly, almost timidly, letting them blend into the birdsong in the background.
Soon her image was complete. She put her pencil down and admired her work. She done herself well, one of her best to date. This one she had to show to her Patrician.
But not yet. This forest was so alluring, she couldn't resist staying.
"Just five minutes more." she whispered to herself "Then we'll go back." | Name - Aya of the House of Phoenix
Age - 17
Gender - Female
Orientation - Undecided - isn't sure if she likes males or females
Rank in Society - Daughter of a merchant Patriarch.
Occupation - Merchant daughter
Legend -
"I've heard rumours about that Aya. They say she's not from here. Poor girl got lost, Phoenix took her in. Aya's not even her real name. She's been looking for her real family ever since"
Merchant gossip.
Though Aya is often seen outside, it takes someone of real courage to approach her. The House of Phoenix are very protective of the girl, but she is subject to many rumours and debates. Most argued is her mysterious appearance aged 11, which sparked debates about who she was and where she came from. She does go out her way to help people, this hasn't alleviated the suspicion she is regarded with.
Appearance -
Aya is a sweet young lady, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She is a very attractive girl, with big eyes and soft features
Personality -
Aya is, to put it nicely, a bit of a ditz. She often looks stunned and confused and is a little slow-witted. Despite this, she is very charming and sweet, rarely getting angry or upset. However, she is very trusting and charitable, easily duped and quite gullible.
Though not smart in a conventional sense, she is very imaginative and creative. She enjoys looking at puzzles and riddles, as well as writing poetry and songs. She is slow on the uptake, though, and gets lost frequently. She is prone to accepting demands from strangers in an attempt to be polite.
She has a developed sense of justice and honesty, and isn't afraid to speak up against anything she feels is wrong. She tends to win over most people she meets.
She's completely craven. She is scared of most things, whether it be simple things like spiders, the dark or heights to more serious murderers, rapists and kidnappers. When scared, she hugs herself and quivers in a desperate attempt to calm herself down.
Skills -
Charm: Pretty self explanatory, she is a very endearing girl. Most normal people like her.
Artistry: Whether it's drawing, music or drama, Aya takes to it like a fish to water.
Daggerwork: Her fear of everything has caused her to train in the art of dagger play. She has become quite proficient, but lacks physical strength.
Combat Flaws -
She's not really built for combat. She lacks range, strength, dexterity - pretty much anything to do with combat.
Deity - Heckta
Abilities - Nothing of note.
Backstory -
The most anyone seems to know of her starts at 11. She was found, lonely and emancipated, in the gardens of the House of Phoenix. The Lord of the manor took her in, originally as a servant. Her endearing nature and cute face quickly made her a favourite and there were rumours that she was to be married into the family.
When a minor art dealer came to town, Aya was enthralled. He was doing fairly well, but didn't have much patronage and had the artistic equivalent of writer's block. After a bit of convincing, Aya managed to get the Lord of Phoenix to give the artist patronage. Both the art dealer and the Lord benefitted significantly thanks to Aya's intervention, with the dealer become a minor celebrity overnight and the Lord cutting deeply into the art trade. Realising the girl had an eye for the more artsy side of business, she was adopted into the House.
Aya took well to her new duties. With her help, the House of Phoenix has become a significant patron for artists up and down the country. Her sharp eyes caught out some pretty great artists whilst the Lord of Phoenix's business sense kept her from getting a bad deal. Like many merchants, she's had her ups and downs, but overall she has done incredibly well.
However, knowing the sexist world of Merchants and their circles, she is looking for a new leash of life. At 17, she is looking for something more permanent and prestigious to devote herself to |
2,602 | 55 | 4 | 1,561 | 171 | Curious, and unable to hold back any longer Janus steps out from hiding.
"We? I was getting the impression that you were here alone, or did you maybe already know that I was here?"
Janus quickly found that he was fond of asking questions. Not too surprising as he'd been the boy who kept leaving riddles for the villagers every time he visited.
"What were you drawing? If you don't mind my asking." | Name: Janus Malron
Age: 18
Gender: male
Orientation: pansexual
RIS: peasant
Occupation: Hunter
Legend:
"Have you heard the stories? they say this village has a guardian spirit. Whenever bandits raid the village they all mysteriously disappear, as though they've never been there at all. They say that the spirit of the forest is protecting them and will cut down even the greatest threat. That's why even as far away from the capital as it is, there hasn't been a bandit raid here in the past 4 years".
--Passing peddler caravan
Janus is a free-spirited young man with a love for the great outdoors. He became known as a guardian spirit when he was 12 and mercilessly eradicated a band of bandits that were harassing the town. Occasional sightings of Janus have occurred, but only glimpses in the thickest parts of the forest. Janus has a love for animals, and only hunts what he needs, every part of his prey becomes something he can use. His bow is made from a buck's antlers and sinew, his traps fashioned from wolf teeth and shattered bones.
Appearance:
Janus is a fit young man with dark brown hair and brown eyes. His nose is thin and his expression makes him always look angry.
Personality:
Despite his demeanor Janus is actually very playful and loves to swim. he spends most of his time swimming or running through the treetops, hopping from branch to branch. He likes people but chooses to live in solitude because he doesn't know how to interact with them. His mother died giving birth to him and his father died of plague when he was 10. Janus is very clever and loves to play little tricks on the people of the village. He will write riddles in the dirt and watch in secret while waiting for someone to solve it.
Skills:
Archery: As a hunter Janus is an expert marksman
Trapping: not only can Janus make amazing and practical traps, he also knows the perfect bait for each type of prey
Parkour: Due to his time spent running in the treetops, Janus is exceptionally fit and agile.
Combat flaws:
Janus is terrible in hand-to-hand combat and in a 1-on-1 duel he will quickly lose. He also lacks combat training of any sort and therefore is less effective in open combat.
Deity: Vangleich, Janus had always been drawn to the crimson tones and constant glow of the red sun. As such he worships Vangleich openly, always paying his respects before sleep.
Abilities:
Tracking: exactly what it sounds like.
Backstory:
Born and raised just outside of a small village far to the West, Janus' mother died just after he was born. Janus' father raised Janus and taught him how to master the bow and the best kinds of places to set traps for animals. Shortly after a plague ravaged the village Janus' father died. When Janus learned of the habit bandits have of raiding villages he decided to protect the one near and dear to him. At age 12 Janus drove off his first band of bandits, weeks later they came again. For the next 4 years Janus fought off ever dwindling numbers of bandits and protected his village from harm. Now at 18 years of age, Janus is beginning to get restless. |
2,603 | 55 | 5 | 2,662 | 856 | WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! The mysterious appearance of the boy caught Aya completely off-guard. How long was he there? What was he doing? Why did he look so strange?
Out of instinct, Aya jumped up rather quickly, knocking the book and pencil out of her lap. She took a few steps back out of panic, ready to run if the situation called for it.
"Wha- who are you? How long have you been standing there?" she cried questioningly, feeling her face quickly go red. Was this what she had been warned about? Was this a bandit? Questions ran through her mind like trains at a station. The only reason she hadn't bolted was because she was curious as to who this person was.
"D-don't get any closer!" she demanded, trying and failing to keep the fear out of her voice. | Name - Aya of the House of Phoenix
Age - 17
Gender - Female
Orientation - Undecided - isn't sure if she likes males or females
Rank in Society - Daughter of a merchant Patriarch.
Occupation - Merchant daughter
Legend -
"I've heard rumours about that Aya. They say she's not from here. Poor girl got lost, Phoenix took her in. Aya's not even her real name. She's been looking for her real family ever since"
Merchant gossip.
Though Aya is often seen outside, it takes someone of real courage to approach her. The House of Phoenix are very protective of the girl, but she is subject to many rumours and debates. Most argued is her mysterious appearance aged 11, which sparked debates about who she was and where she came from. She does go out her way to help people, this hasn't alleviated the suspicion she is regarded with.
Appearance -
Aya is a sweet young lady, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She is a very attractive girl, with big eyes and soft features
Personality -
Aya is, to put it nicely, a bit of a ditz. She often looks stunned and confused and is a little slow-witted. Despite this, she is very charming and sweet, rarely getting angry or upset. However, she is very trusting and charitable, easily duped and quite gullible.
Though not smart in a conventional sense, she is very imaginative and creative. She enjoys looking at puzzles and riddles, as well as writing poetry and songs. She is slow on the uptake, though, and gets lost frequently. She is prone to accepting demands from strangers in an attempt to be polite.
She has a developed sense of justice and honesty, and isn't afraid to speak up against anything she feels is wrong. She tends to win over most people she meets.
She's completely craven. She is scared of most things, whether it be simple things like spiders, the dark or heights to more serious murderers, rapists and kidnappers. When scared, she hugs herself and quivers in a desperate attempt to calm herself down.
Skills -
Charm: Pretty self explanatory, she is a very endearing girl. Most normal people like her.
Artistry: Whether it's drawing, music or drama, Aya takes to it like a fish to water.
Daggerwork: Her fear of everything has caused her to train in the art of dagger play. She has become quite proficient, but lacks physical strength.
Combat Flaws -
She's not really built for combat. She lacks range, strength, dexterity - pretty much anything to do with combat.
Deity - Heckta
Abilities - Nothing of note.
Backstory -
The most anyone seems to know of her starts at 11. She was found, lonely and emancipated, in the gardens of the House of Phoenix. The Lord of the manor took her in, originally as a servant. Her endearing nature and cute face quickly made her a favourite and there were rumours that she was to be married into the family.
When a minor art dealer came to town, Aya was enthralled. He was doing fairly well, but didn't have much patronage and had the artistic equivalent of writer's block. After a bit of convincing, Aya managed to get the Lord of Phoenix to give the artist patronage. Both the art dealer and the Lord benefitted significantly thanks to Aya's intervention, with the dealer become a minor celebrity overnight and the Lord cutting deeply into the art trade. Realising the girl had an eye for the more artsy side of business, she was adopted into the House.
Aya took well to her new duties. With her help, the House of Phoenix has become a significant patron for artists up and down the country. Her sharp eyes caught out some pretty great artists whilst the Lord of Phoenix's business sense kept her from getting a bad deal. Like many merchants, she's had her ups and downs, but overall she has done incredibly well.
However, knowing the sexist world of Merchants and their circles, she is looking for a new leash of life. At 17, she is looking for something more permanent and prestigious to devote herself to |
2,604 | 55 | 6 | 1,561 | 171 | Shocked by the fearful reaction, Janus took several steps back.
"My name is Janus. I've only been here a few minutes. If you want me to leave I will, I didn't mean any harm."
Dejected, Janus began to sulk back towards the edge of the clearing. | Name: Janus Malron
Age: 18
Gender: male
Orientation: pansexual
RIS: peasant
Occupation: Hunter
Legend:
"Have you heard the stories? they say this village has a guardian spirit. Whenever bandits raid the village they all mysteriously disappear, as though they've never been there at all. They say that the spirit of the forest is protecting them and will cut down even the greatest threat. That's why even as far away from the capital as it is, there hasn't been a bandit raid here in the past 4 years".
--Passing peddler caravan
Janus is a free-spirited young man with a love for the great outdoors. He became known as a guardian spirit when he was 12 and mercilessly eradicated a band of bandits that were harassing the town. Occasional sightings of Janus have occurred, but only glimpses in the thickest parts of the forest. Janus has a love for animals, and only hunts what he needs, every part of his prey becomes something he can use. His bow is made from a buck's antlers and sinew, his traps fashioned from wolf teeth and shattered bones.
Appearance:
Janus is a fit young man with dark brown hair and brown eyes. His nose is thin and his expression makes him always look angry.
Personality:
Despite his demeanor Janus is actually very playful and loves to swim. he spends most of his time swimming or running through the treetops, hopping from branch to branch. He likes people but chooses to live in solitude because he doesn't know how to interact with them. His mother died giving birth to him and his father died of plague when he was 10. Janus is very clever and loves to play little tricks on the people of the village. He will write riddles in the dirt and watch in secret while waiting for someone to solve it.
Skills:
Archery: As a hunter Janus is an expert marksman
Trapping: not only can Janus make amazing and practical traps, he also knows the perfect bait for each type of prey
Parkour: Due to his time spent running in the treetops, Janus is exceptionally fit and agile.
Combat flaws:
Janus is terrible in hand-to-hand combat and in a 1-on-1 duel he will quickly lose. He also lacks combat training of any sort and therefore is less effective in open combat.
Deity: Vangleich, Janus had always been drawn to the crimson tones and constant glow of the red sun. As such he worships Vangleich openly, always paying his respects before sleep.
Abilities:
Tracking: exactly what it sounds like.
Backstory:
Born and raised just outside of a small village far to the West, Janus' mother died just after he was born. Janus' father raised Janus and taught him how to master the bow and the best kinds of places to set traps for animals. Shortly after a plague ravaged the village Janus' father died. When Janus learned of the habit bandits have of raiding villages he decided to protect the one near and dear to him. At age 12 Janus drove off his first band of bandits, weeks later they came again. For the next 4 years Janus fought off ever dwindling numbers of bandits and protected his village from harm. Now at 18 years of age, Janus is beginning to get restless. |
2,605 | 55 | 7 | 2,662 | 856 | So not a bandit? That still didn't answer many questions.
"Where are you going?" Aya called after him, stooping to pick up her discarded book and pencil. She couldn't leave them behind, Lord Phoenix would whip her hide off.
"Stop! Wait a moment! You just caught me off-guard, that's all!" | Name - Aya of the House of Phoenix
Age - 17
Gender - Female
Orientation - Undecided - isn't sure if she likes males or females
Rank in Society - Daughter of a merchant Patriarch.
Occupation - Merchant daughter
Legend -
"I've heard rumours about that Aya. They say she's not from here. Poor girl got lost, Phoenix took her in. Aya's not even her real name. She's been looking for her real family ever since"
Merchant gossip.
Though Aya is often seen outside, it takes someone of real courage to approach her. The House of Phoenix are very protective of the girl, but she is subject to many rumours and debates. Most argued is her mysterious appearance aged 11, which sparked debates about who she was and where she came from. She does go out her way to help people, this hasn't alleviated the suspicion she is regarded with.
Appearance -
Aya is a sweet young lady, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She is a very attractive girl, with big eyes and soft features
Personality -
Aya is, to put it nicely, a bit of a ditz. She often looks stunned and confused and is a little slow-witted. Despite this, she is very charming and sweet, rarely getting angry or upset. However, she is very trusting and charitable, easily duped and quite gullible.
Though not smart in a conventional sense, she is very imaginative and creative. She enjoys looking at puzzles and riddles, as well as writing poetry and songs. She is slow on the uptake, though, and gets lost frequently. She is prone to accepting demands from strangers in an attempt to be polite.
She has a developed sense of justice and honesty, and isn't afraid to speak up against anything she feels is wrong. She tends to win over most people she meets.
She's completely craven. She is scared of most things, whether it be simple things like spiders, the dark or heights to more serious murderers, rapists and kidnappers. When scared, she hugs herself and quivers in a desperate attempt to calm herself down.
Skills -
Charm: Pretty self explanatory, she is a very endearing girl. Most normal people like her.
Artistry: Whether it's drawing, music or drama, Aya takes to it like a fish to water.
Daggerwork: Her fear of everything has caused her to train in the art of dagger play. She has become quite proficient, but lacks physical strength.
Combat Flaws -
She's not really built for combat. She lacks range, strength, dexterity - pretty much anything to do with combat.
Deity - Heckta
Abilities - Nothing of note.
Backstory -
The most anyone seems to know of her starts at 11. She was found, lonely and emancipated, in the gardens of the House of Phoenix. The Lord of the manor took her in, originally as a servant. Her endearing nature and cute face quickly made her a favourite and there were rumours that she was to be married into the family.
When a minor art dealer came to town, Aya was enthralled. He was doing fairly well, but didn't have much patronage and had the artistic equivalent of writer's block. After a bit of convincing, Aya managed to get the Lord of Phoenix to give the artist patronage. Both the art dealer and the Lord benefitted significantly thanks to Aya's intervention, with the dealer become a minor celebrity overnight and the Lord cutting deeply into the art trade. Realising the girl had an eye for the more artsy side of business, she was adopted into the House.
Aya took well to her new duties. With her help, the House of Phoenix has become a significant patron for artists up and down the country. Her sharp eyes caught out some pretty great artists whilst the Lord of Phoenix's business sense kept her from getting a bad deal. Like many merchants, she's had her ups and downs, but overall she has done incredibly well.
However, knowing the sexist world of Merchants and their circles, she is looking for a new leash of life. At 17, she is looking for something more permanent and prestigious to devote herself to |
2,606 | 55 | 8 | 1,561 | 171 | Perking up, Janus wheeled around.
"Really? Well that's fine then, all's well that ends well and all that!"
Janus paused for a moment before starting up again.
"I've introduced myself but I don't seem to remember getting your name, or should I just address you as 'Hey you!' or 'Little Missy'?" | Name: Janus Malron
Age: 18
Gender: male
Orientation: pansexual
RIS: peasant
Occupation: Hunter
Legend:
"Have you heard the stories? they say this village has a guardian spirit. Whenever bandits raid the village they all mysteriously disappear, as though they've never been there at all. They say that the spirit of the forest is protecting them and will cut down even the greatest threat. That's why even as far away from the capital as it is, there hasn't been a bandit raid here in the past 4 years".
--Passing peddler caravan
Janus is a free-spirited young man with a love for the great outdoors. He became known as a guardian spirit when he was 12 and mercilessly eradicated a band of bandits that were harassing the town. Occasional sightings of Janus have occurred, but only glimpses in the thickest parts of the forest. Janus has a love for animals, and only hunts what he needs, every part of his prey becomes something he can use. His bow is made from a buck's antlers and sinew, his traps fashioned from wolf teeth and shattered bones.
Appearance:
Janus is a fit young man with dark brown hair and brown eyes. His nose is thin and his expression makes him always look angry.
Personality:
Despite his demeanor Janus is actually very playful and loves to swim. he spends most of his time swimming or running through the treetops, hopping from branch to branch. He likes people but chooses to live in solitude because he doesn't know how to interact with them. His mother died giving birth to him and his father died of plague when he was 10. Janus is very clever and loves to play little tricks on the people of the village. He will write riddles in the dirt and watch in secret while waiting for someone to solve it.
Skills:
Archery: As a hunter Janus is an expert marksman
Trapping: not only can Janus make amazing and practical traps, he also knows the perfect bait for each type of prey
Parkour: Due to his time spent running in the treetops, Janus is exceptionally fit and agile.
Combat flaws:
Janus is terrible in hand-to-hand combat and in a 1-on-1 duel he will quickly lose. He also lacks combat training of any sort and therefore is less effective in open combat.
Deity: Vangleich, Janus had always been drawn to the crimson tones and constant glow of the red sun. As such he worships Vangleich openly, always paying his respects before sleep.
Abilities:
Tracking: exactly what it sounds like.
Backstory:
Born and raised just outside of a small village far to the West, Janus' mother died just after he was born. Janus' father raised Janus and taught him how to master the bow and the best kinds of places to set traps for animals. Shortly after a plague ravaged the village Janus' father died. When Janus learned of the habit bandits have of raiding villages he decided to protect the one near and dear to him. At age 12 Janus drove off his first band of bandits, weeks later they came again. For the next 4 years Janus fought off ever dwindling numbers of bandits and protected his village from harm. Now at 18 years of age, Janus is beginning to get restless. |
2,607 | 55 | 9 | 2,662 | 856 | Well, THAT was a turnabout. Aya couldn't remember seeing someone switch moods quite so quickly. Deciding not to question it, she instead responded to the boy's question.
"I-I'm Aya of the House of Phoenix..." she began, then cursed. She should have said she was a serving girl or something - now if he really was a bandit or a rapist, he'd have a reason to target her.
"I work for them, I mean. I was just sitting here during my time off. I really have to be going back soon..." she muttered half-heartedly, backing away, trying not to let her distrust show. | Name - Aya of the House of Phoenix
Age - 17
Gender - Female
Orientation - Undecided - isn't sure if she likes males or females
Rank in Society - Daughter of a merchant Patriarch.
Occupation - Merchant daughter
Legend -
"I've heard rumours about that Aya. They say she's not from here. Poor girl got lost, Phoenix took her in. Aya's not even her real name. She's been looking for her real family ever since"
Merchant gossip.
Though Aya is often seen outside, it takes someone of real courage to approach her. The House of Phoenix are very protective of the girl, but she is subject to many rumours and debates. Most argued is her mysterious appearance aged 11, which sparked debates about who she was and where she came from. She does go out her way to help people, this hasn't alleviated the suspicion she is regarded with.
Appearance -
Aya is a sweet young lady, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She is a very attractive girl, with big eyes and soft features
Personality -
Aya is, to put it nicely, a bit of a ditz. She often looks stunned and confused and is a little slow-witted. Despite this, she is very charming and sweet, rarely getting angry or upset. However, she is very trusting and charitable, easily duped and quite gullible.
Though not smart in a conventional sense, she is very imaginative and creative. She enjoys looking at puzzles and riddles, as well as writing poetry and songs. She is slow on the uptake, though, and gets lost frequently. She is prone to accepting demands from strangers in an attempt to be polite.
She has a developed sense of justice and honesty, and isn't afraid to speak up against anything she feels is wrong. She tends to win over most people she meets.
She's completely craven. She is scared of most things, whether it be simple things like spiders, the dark or heights to more serious murderers, rapists and kidnappers. When scared, she hugs herself and quivers in a desperate attempt to calm herself down.
Skills -
Charm: Pretty self explanatory, she is a very endearing girl. Most normal people like her.
Artistry: Whether it's drawing, music or drama, Aya takes to it like a fish to water.
Daggerwork: Her fear of everything has caused her to train in the art of dagger play. She has become quite proficient, but lacks physical strength.
Combat Flaws -
She's not really built for combat. She lacks range, strength, dexterity - pretty much anything to do with combat.
Deity - Heckta
Abilities - Nothing of note.
Backstory -
The most anyone seems to know of her starts at 11. She was found, lonely and emancipated, in the gardens of the House of Phoenix. The Lord of the manor took her in, originally as a servant. Her endearing nature and cute face quickly made her a favourite and there were rumours that she was to be married into the family.
When a minor art dealer came to town, Aya was enthralled. He was doing fairly well, but didn't have much patronage and had the artistic equivalent of writer's block. After a bit of convincing, Aya managed to get the Lord of Phoenix to give the artist patronage. Both the art dealer and the Lord benefitted significantly thanks to Aya's intervention, with the dealer become a minor celebrity overnight and the Lord cutting deeply into the art trade. Realising the girl had an eye for the more artsy side of business, she was adopted into the House.
Aya took well to her new duties. With her help, the House of Phoenix has become a significant patron for artists up and down the country. Her sharp eyes caught out some pretty great artists whilst the Lord of Phoenix's business sense kept her from getting a bad deal. Like many merchants, she's had her ups and downs, but overall she has done incredibly well.
However, knowing the sexist world of Merchants and their circles, she is looking for a new leash of life. At 17, she is looking for something more permanent and prestigious to devote herself to |
2,608 | 55 | 10 | 1,561 | 171 | Suddenly curious Janus piped up again;
"The House of Phoenix? What's that? Not house, I know what house is but what's a phoenix? does it taste good?"
Janus realized this last question was odd but he wanted to ask it anyway as he genuinely wanted to know. | Name: Janus Malron
Age: 18
Gender: male
Orientation: pansexual
RIS: peasant
Occupation: Hunter
Legend:
"Have you heard the stories? they say this village has a guardian spirit. Whenever bandits raid the village they all mysteriously disappear, as though they've never been there at all. They say that the spirit of the forest is protecting them and will cut down even the greatest threat. That's why even as far away from the capital as it is, there hasn't been a bandit raid here in the past 4 years".
--Passing peddler caravan
Janus is a free-spirited young man with a love for the great outdoors. He became known as a guardian spirit when he was 12 and mercilessly eradicated a band of bandits that were harassing the town. Occasional sightings of Janus have occurred, but only glimpses in the thickest parts of the forest. Janus has a love for animals, and only hunts what he needs, every part of his prey becomes something he can use. His bow is made from a buck's antlers and sinew, his traps fashioned from wolf teeth and shattered bones.
Appearance:
Janus is a fit young man with dark brown hair and brown eyes. His nose is thin and his expression makes him always look angry.
Personality:
Despite his demeanor Janus is actually very playful and loves to swim. he spends most of his time swimming or running through the treetops, hopping from branch to branch. He likes people but chooses to live in solitude because he doesn't know how to interact with them. His mother died giving birth to him and his father died of plague when he was 10. Janus is very clever and loves to play little tricks on the people of the village. He will write riddles in the dirt and watch in secret while waiting for someone to solve it.
Skills:
Archery: As a hunter Janus is an expert marksman
Trapping: not only can Janus make amazing and practical traps, he also knows the perfect bait for each type of prey
Parkour: Due to his time spent running in the treetops, Janus is exceptionally fit and agile.
Combat flaws:
Janus is terrible in hand-to-hand combat and in a 1-on-1 duel he will quickly lose. He also lacks combat training of any sort and therefore is less effective in open combat.
Deity: Vangleich, Janus had always been drawn to the crimson tones and constant glow of the red sun. As such he worships Vangleich openly, always paying his respects before sleep.
Abilities:
Tracking: exactly what it sounds like.
Backstory:
Born and raised just outside of a small village far to the West, Janus' mother died just after he was born. Janus' father raised Janus and taught him how to master the bow and the best kinds of places to set traps for animals. Shortly after a plague ravaged the village Janus' father died. When Janus learned of the habit bandits have of raiding villages he decided to protect the one near and dear to him. At age 12 Janus drove off his first band of bandits, weeks later they came again. For the next 4 years Janus fought off ever dwindling numbers of bandits and protected his village from harm. Now at 18 years of age, Janus is beginning to get restless. |
2,609 | 56 | 0 | 905 | 2,479 | Professor Nothing stepped into the Headmaster’s office, summoned by a house elf by his command. Corvus Black was sitting behind his desk, hands clasped firmly, as if to stop them from acting unwisely. He was a man who had been handsome once, but his face did not line in an attractive way over the years. His hair was still luxurious, and only streaked with gray, as was his short cropped beard. Above his head was a fine silver longsword, goblin forged with serpent heads adorning the quillons and pommel. It was mounted vertically on a plaque between two portraits of past headmasters.
Professor Black wore a bottle green tunic, with a black surcoat over top. His belt was a silver chain and he wore a large ring of silver and emerald on his hand.
He gestured at a scroll with a broken seal on his desk, his face a grim mask.
“What is this?”
Ingerith folded her hands neatly one atop the other atop her gown atop her knees. Her shoulders did not sag under the scowl of the headmaster, her eyes barely blinking before her reply.
“These are the names of the new students that I have found this summer. The ones that are not fostered are staying in Hogsmeade.” The woman called in favors for the fosters and saved her silver for a few rooms at the inn. Favors and silver only got the students a few months at most… “You need not worry, I have arranged for their transportation to Hogwarts, they will not be tardy.”
Ingerith knew that the headmaster had reservations about accepting the lost-ones into hogwarts. He was from a proud pure blooded family. As were many of the lost ones, they had just been… Abandoned.
The list in front of the headmaster was the longest of any list yet. Ingerith did not think that there were more lost-ones than ever before, simply that she was getting better at finding them. This was not pleasing news to the headmaster and many others involved at Hogwarts.
She tilted her head to one side. “Are you reconsidering our arrangement?” She did not want to feign ignorance or play politics. If he wanted to scorn the lost ones she wanted him to say it with his black tongue.
He seemed to chew on his tongue for a moment, then finally looked away from her, standing to look out the window at the school grounds. “No. Keep an eye on them, though. Everyone knows this place is… dangerous, for your, what do you call them?” he looked over his shoulder at her, his face innocent, “Lost ones?”
The Next Day.
First Day of Term
The first students, some from nearby villages and some from far away who had stayed the night in Hogsmeade, began arriving around mid morning. Preferred methods of travel were varied. A fair few arrived simply on mundane horses, and a few variations of these included female students riding bareback on unicorns, who wandered into the forest after dropping off their charges.
The headmaster stood at the parapets of the castle, glaring wide eyed with a clenched jaw at the thestral drawn wagon that approached, packed with students. Students that he knew to be of foul blood, with no proper magical background. There was a well armed man with the reins, but Corvus Black knew better; it was that tricksome Transfigurist, there to make sure her hand picked students arrived safely.
It passed the knights at the outer gate(one with sword and shield, the other with a wand) and trundled up the road toward the castle. Professor Black turned with a swirl of his cape and descended the wall.
~~~
Among the arrivals was a handsome flying carriage, pulled by a team of six equally handsome chestnut hippogriffs. It swooped down rather sharply, and landed hard enough to shake the cab on its springs. The inexpert landing was due to the teenage boy behind the reins. Sorin Black was a handsome young man, with curly black hair down to his shoulders and eyes to match. He wore silver and green, for his house, and was as thin as the blade on his hip. He dismounted, with an ill received pat to the rump of one of the beasts, and rapped on the door to let his cousins and sister know they had arrived.
“That is Sorin… We are here!” Avice’s attention was torn away from whatever conversation she and her Isaac had been previously engaged in. She smiled, adjusting her hair and the circlet she wore atop it.
Chandler had just finished reading a Chapter in his book when he felt the Carriage touch down on solid ground once again. He sighed and marked his place before glancing around and saw his Cousin adjusting her appearance like she always did. Chandler just scooted closer to his twin Isaac and looked at him with a look that seemed to say, ‘Well this is it. Are you ready?’
Isaac’s returned glance was brief, but in it he shot back an excited affirmative.
The two had a -very- interesting magical bond and it was almost scary how close they were to each other. Usually Chandler liked to keep physical contact with his twin but he had been trying hard to break that habit, worried it would look weird and awkward to the other Hogwarts students, not that he really cared since if anyone dared to laugh at him Isaac would intimidate the poor fool into submission and Chandler would curse his toes off but still, needless violence only made it harder to make out of House connections and play the political game.
Isaac opened the door, stepping down from the cab and only barely resisting the urge to jokingly “tip” his cousin, as if he were a serving man. Instead, he gave a hearty salute, then returned his hand to the pommel of the longsword at his side. He may not be allowed to carry it most of the year, but he rather thought it made for an impressive entrance, combined with the rich red and gold patterned doublet he wore. He looked up at the castle, his eyes gleaming and his gait confident. Another year, another adventure. | Name: Isaac Prewett
Age: 13
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Aspen and unicorn hair. Twelve inches, middling pliability.
Personality: A confident and daring young fellow, with little fear of the unknown and untried. Easy to goad into unwise behavior, his recklessness is most often tempered not by a cautious quality of his own, but by that of his twin brother. He’s generally good natured and good humored, and he forgives almost as easily as he takes offense, giving him a gift for making friends out of enemies.
Bio: Isaac and his twin brother, Chandler, were a naturally inseparable pair from the very start. Their family have long since come to terms with this, and throughout their nobelman's upbringing, they were showed off to extended family and friends as a sort of "matching pair," where they would display well practiced drills in both wand and sword dueling. In these drills, Chandler intentionally mimicked any mistakes that Isaac made with his wand, while Isaac returned the favor with the sword, so that neither would outshine the other.
At Hogwarts, this mimicry of each others weaknesses ended, because they were no longer dealing with doting family, or friends who had to stay on good terms with their father. Instead, they began to make up for each other's failings. Isaac's stronger personality kept Chandler's social awkwardness from holding him back with his peers, and Chandler would ensure that Isaac turned in his assignments for his less favorite classes.
In their second year, they both played quidditch for their team, Chandler as a Chaser, and Isaac as a beater.
Plotting:
Family: The Prewetts are an old pure blooded family, noble and well respected. Isaac is one of a pair of twins who arrived at the castle in the same year. |
2,610 | 56 | 1 | 2,383 | 84 | Avice held back, fiddling with her hair a few more times. She wanted to make a good first impression for her first day back at school. She wanted to be thought pretty, she wanted to be liked, and regarded with respect. She wanted all these things from both her classmates, teachers, and her elder brother, Sorin, who stood just outside the carriage.
Avice jumped out of the carriage after her cousins. She wanted to embrace her brother, Sorin, but held back. Last year he had scolded her for being too childish and embarrassing with her affection. So, she grabbed the edge of her skirt and curtsied so deeply her knees trembled. “Thank you, Sorin.,.”
He rolled his eyes. “Out with you.” He did not look at her, but instead gazed toward the throng of children. He wore a thin frown on his face. Avice wondered what was bothering him, but before she could ask he waved his hand. The gesture was a command, it pushed her away. “I will see you soon enough.”
She obeyed, after giving two smaller much more clumsy curtsies, and skipped away and caught up with her cousins.
She wondered how it was that they had been sorted into Gryffindor and herself into Slytherin. Of course they were going to be together, but, she was sad that the three were somehow apart. She was not as close to them as they were to each other. Her mother explained that they shared a womb, they shared magic, they shared a soul... Perhaps Avice was just jealous that anyone could be so close to anyone. She and her own brother had grown distant as he got older, but that would never happen to Chandler and Issac they were the same age. Avice felt awfully lonely over the summer. It seemed to her that she had hardly seen the twins or her cousins, then her brother ignored her, and there was no one her own age!
She hooked her around the elbow of each twin, one on her left and one on her right. Avice kept her head on a swivel, scanning for their other cousin, Tullia, and her fiance Diarmuid.
She hadn’t decided how she felt about Diarmuid, the same way one does not decide how to feel about the coming of Wednesday, or sunrise, or death, until it's there. Diarmuid was a fact of life. One day it will be Wednesday, and one day she will marry, have children with, and grow old with Diarmuid. Maybe Tuesday she would have a rather useless opinion about Wednesday, for, Wednesday would arrive without delay. She was only 13 and theses were such adult concerns. That time of her life felt so far away...
Here and now was her third year at Hogwarts. Family, friends, quidditch, and magic filled her present life.
“Oh cousins, it is cruel of the sorting hat to put us on different houses while we all have such a talent for quidditch… When they make me the seeker of Slytherin, Gryffindor will have no chance at the house cup!” She teased the twins, tugging on their arms playfully.
~~~
Ingerith took the shape of a man. Sun-tanned skin, blonde hair, muggle mercenary armor. She held the thestral reigns tightly, too tightly, she made the beasts anxious. Normally she would feel safer once she got her students into Hogwarts, yet, after her meeting with the headmaster she knew to keep her eyes open for enemies within and without the castle.
She had left the meeting frowning and bitter. 'I should have known better. No pure blood would truly make a place for the lost ones...' Yet, Hogwarts was still better than nowhere. The lost ones would need to be on their guard their whole lives and they would need to start now. It was a hard lesson: They were safe from neither muggles nor wizards.
She stepped down to open the side of the wagon. A small cluster of faces looked at her wide-eyed. Most were first years, others older students who needed a ride to the castle. Ingerith had made arrangements for all of them, the ones she could not she had to fetch herself.
“We are here now, this is Hogwarts, the Wizarding school.” She counted, making sure she had the same number as when she set out. “Your safer here than out in the world, but, remember that not everyone can be trusted.” She had warned them of the dangers beforehand, but, best to refresh their minds before they got enamored by all the magic and wonder they were about to witness. “I’ll be here to watch out for you, but be sure to watch out for each other, and yourselves especially.”
She then stepped aside and let the first year children out of their carriage. Far too many of them could see the thestrals, and kept fearful eyes upon the strange creatures until they made ample distance. She stood by the thestrals, apologizing for her tight handed guidance over their journey.
She recognized the returning students, everyone took transfiguration. The lost ones she had brought in years past would recognize her in this disguise, and some of the other students might as well. She would nod softly if she caught eyes with those that new her. | Name: Aoife inghean Domhnall - Irish, pronounced ee-fa en-yan doh-nael, inghean was shortend to Ni, which means the same, in later centuries but in 1480 it was writen as ‘inghean (lowercase is correct). The meaning is Aoife, daughter of Domhnall. She is from a clan in ireland which does not use clan names when naming girls. She is from the Ó Flaithbheartaigh Clan (pronounced similarly to O'Flaherty in modern ireland) which I will give more information about in the Family section later.
Age: 13
Appearance:
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: (still unsure why we dont get to pick our wands, we already have them by 3rd year)
This in chestnut (just a little darker)
Personality: (I dislike personality descriptions, I prefer a character's personality to be discovered and developed through the game, but I'll play along) Aoife is a shy girl when in public and even in small groups, onkly showing her true self when surrounded by only family or her two close best friends from home who she misses greatly. She is smart but does not offer up answers in classes unless asked directly, giving the impression to her classmates that she is of average ability. She is not afraid to talk to others but generally stays quiet unless addressed directly.
Bio: Born to the cousin of the head of the clan, Aoife’s family are well off but lead a quiet life. Her father is a landowner with several small properties whitch he rents out. He also owns a small fleet of fishing boats and one small trade ship.
Aoife has lead a quiet life with very little happening except in her ninth year when she was with her father at the docks, she spent a lot of time with her father. That day at the docks her father was meeting with some foriegn traders and one of the young men named christopher gave her a honeyed treat, later her father told her that he was a great sailor and that he wouldnt be surprised if he went on to great things saying,
"Mark my words, that Chris Colombus will be a household name in no time." ((
She always remembered the kind man who gave her the treat.
When she turned eleven her father send her on his trading ship to britain and had her enrolled at Hogwarts like her grandfather, her last magical ancestor since her parents are both squibs. The ship's captain left her there where she never felt she fit in after one year she recieved a letter from her father telling her that she must stay at hogwarts or find somewhere to stay until she had finished her time there. the next year at school was better, she started to enjoy learning magic and befriended the librarian who reminded her of the kind man on the dock three years previous ((I do not know if you have a character planned for the librarian, but it does not matter if it is male or female)). She enjoyed spending time in the library and reading the books which the librarian showed her. Since she kept herself to herself at school she has very little interesting past at the school.
Plotting:I think that her shyness can be exploited for good plot, forcing her into situations where she has to overcome it to work with others. I also feel that she is likely to be in a minority, being Irish, which could make for interesting plot development. Her family also has a history with dragons.
Family: Ó Flaithbheartaigh Clan - Ruling family in the Galway area of Ireland. The clan has a history of magic blood through out history, but has an unusual problem with squibs. many non magical children are born to magical parents and magical children are born to non magical parents. Due to this the Clan is not considered a pure blood family in magical comunities, despite all members of the clan having magical blood, however has had many strong and notible wizards and witches such as Flaithbertaigh Ua Flaithbertaigh, King of Connacht in the 11th century.
Thier coat of arms has embalzened upon it two red dragons and a black ship which speeks of thier strong maritime heritage and thier family reputation of being some of the greatest irish dragon handlers in history. They still have strong maritime presence in ireland and have strong buisness ties in Britain and Northern Europe. |
2,611 | 56 | 2 | 1,320 | 119 | Lior rode alone to Hogwarts. The first year she came, her father escorted her and showed her the way. The second year, she led him, to prove she knew the way, and would not be lost. She was always taught how to keep care of herself, as her parents always had to keep up with work on the farm. They had little help with everything that had to be done daily. There was no time to lose if she could go herself. Still, the journey from her town to Hogwarts was only a few hours of riding, maybe about half a day through rough terrain. If you took the roads, it was longer. Luckily, both she and the horse knew the way through the forests, and there was little danger from animals as long as you travelled by day.
She dismounted from her horse, a chestnut mare she had named Eva. All around her, people were laughing, reuniting with friends, saying farewell to parents, and hurrying along to the school. She watched some of the pureblood students arriving in fancy carriages or in other pompous fashions. She was jealous of their prosperity.
Losing track of where her horse was, Lior started to shove her way through the crowds to reach a thestral-drawn carriage. She realized she had cut in some poorly-organized lines, but no one stopped her and she didn’t care. When the opportunity presented itself, she hopped into the carriage with her pack of belongings. It was smaller than most of the other students’. She tried not to notice.
Many students were excited to be back to see their friends, and, despite Lior’s lack of connections to other people thus far in her Hogwarts career, she was excited as well. For her, Hogwarts felt like a vacation from physical labour on a farm day in and day out. The only one she ever got, and finally, she even found herself thinking about free time throughout the year, instead of all the work she would have to do to catch up to the other students’ knowledge of magic.
No, she thought. Third year is going to be the best yet. She would make it such. | Name: Lior Reynes
Age: 13
Appearance: She would be a bit older than this, but this is what I found.
House: Slytherin
Wand: Ash with Phoenix feather.
Personality: Lior is an intelligent girl with a good memory. She is skilled at remembering information she is taught, and is rarely ever found studying or taking notes in class. For her, just sitting and listening is often enough to learn, though occasionally it requires more work than that with more complicated subjects. In attending Hogwarts, she wants to come out near the top of her class in order to better herself and how her life was so far. She has ambitions to work in a better field than her parents, a farmer and a barmaid. She doesn't have many scruples on how she does this or what sort of work that may entail. She wants to become on par with the great pureblood houses.
She is often quiet, but when she does speak she can be extremely opinionated. If she believes in something she may become relentless in its pursuit. If someone spits at her, she's equally likely to exact immediate revenge with a sharp remark, or just stand taller and wait with a grudge.
Bio: Lior wasn't raised in a rich home, like most of those with wizarding heritage around her at Hogwarts. She grew up living on a small farm with her parents, in an average sized wizarding town in England. Because of this, Lior is very familiar with hard work. She loves animals and learning about magical creatures, and she always has.
Her father, Owen, owned the farm and brought livestock to the market for meat and other purposes. Her mother, Moiraine, worked at a local tavern servings drinks in the evening, and because they were such a small, poor family, she often had to help out on the farm during the day as well. As soon as she was old enough to understand, Lior was put to work, and even before that, her father would bring her around with him as he did his work, so she would be familiar with it. She never had a wand until she was 11 and never learned any magic, but she learned other things growing up, like maths and reading.
From birth to age 11, Lior barely had a vacation and no friends save her small dog, Lily, who was also their family sheepdog, though they had a good connection. While Lior was still 10 years old, she received a Hogwarts letter. Her parents had always told her she would, but she had never thought much on it or believed it. They were a small, poor family. How could they afford to send her there? From well before her birth, her parents had saved every penny they could until she was 10, when they sent a medium sized sack of coins and a letter to Hogwarts, detailing her bloodline and upbringing. This was the reason her parents didn't have more children (who could've helped out o n the farm), so they could put everything they had into their first. She went off to Hogwarts, meager, second-hand supplies and ratty clothes in hand. Barely in her life had she seen a silver coin, but she did that day in Diagon Alley, and no little more than that.
Upon arriving at Hogwarts, she immediately applied herself to catching up to her better-born peers with basic magic. She spent nearly all her time in the library or generally just practicing spells in empty classrooms, teaching herself from books where she could. She wanted to match and surpass the other students. By third year, she has caught up with most of their knowledge, though she sorely neglected her personal life and barely has a friend to speak of.
Plotting: Her parents are wizards but has muggle in her heritage, so some people may just not know what to do with that. She's equally likely to spit on someone more noble than she is or to kiss up to them to advance herself, though she rarely interacts with people for extended periods of time. Now, having caught up in her studies, she will have more time to basically meet the people around her. As she is from a poor background, she's very sensitive about money and would be very tempted by seeing any. Hates charity, of course, but money could easily be a big motivating factor in what she does. She would probably actually like to distance herself from muggleborns and other poor people i order to ain a good reputation.
Family: Her father brought the name Reynes from his muggle father, who married an Avery woman. She left her family avoiding a marriage and set about travelling the world, and eventually settled down with her muggle husband. Lior never understood the woman. On Lior's mother's side, there is no muggle blood as far as it's known. They were just a poor family who have lived in this small town of Rosecliff for as long as anyone can remember. Most other families like that in the city are a bit better off, more middle class and living closer to the center of town, though the Ingram family, somewhere a few generations back, had crippling debt that Moiraine's (Lior's mother) mother only just managed to pay off the last of. The family has been stuck in poverty for a while. |
2,612 | 56 | 3 | 1,552 | 2,234 | Leo, I've told you several times that I'm quite capable of finding my own way. This sentence was grumbled by Evangelina to her older brother, darting a scowl at him which he pointedly ignored. "I know how to look after myself."
"You recall the deal we made, sister - as soon as you can beat me in a duel, I'll stop worrying about you." At this, Eva's scowl subsided slightly, as she did indeed remember the deal struck a few years ago. Being a Contessa, Eva was expected to take part in lessons of embroidery, dancing, and etiquette; all of which she hated. (Perhaps not the dancing; 'twas a guilty pleasure of hers, but she'd die before telling anyone that.) The swordplay her brother was taught in during their time away from Hogwarts piqued her interest; and after months of complaining Leo finally gave in and began giving her lessons in secret, away from the disapproving eyes of their parents and the other Nobles they lived with. The servants of the manor in which they lived were aware of such actions, naturally being everywhere - but they and Eva were on good terms, so the secret was kept willingly by them. For Leo, however, he said that he would teach her so she could protect herself; until she could, he would do that job as their parents had pledged him to do. An irritating compromise, in Evangelina's eyes, but she took the deal all the same.
The village of Hogsmeade soon came into view for the travelling pair; Leo and Eva sat upon black palominos; his named Poseidon, for only the noblest of steeds could be named for the God who had created them; her's called Ser Fast-Gallop, because tradition must be damned in terms of naming horses when Eva's was the fastest in the land.
Well... she thought he was anyway. He was almost called Ser Fuzzy-Mane too.
"You know, I heard Mother arranging a meeting with a scion of the Malfoy House before we left - I think perhaps she's attempting to arrange another marriage for you."
"After what happened last time? The poor boy will have a crooked nose for the rest of his life. Not to mention the scar on his bu-"
"That's enough of that." He interrupted her hastily, his disapproving frown ushering forth a peal of wicked laughter from Eva. He loved his sister, but disapproved of her behaviour in most cases. Their talk of marriages - failed or otherwise - paused as they reached the stables of Hogwarts, handing over their steeds to the hands there and making their way into the castle. A few fifth years called out greetings to Leonardo as they passed; Eva rolled her eyes as a trio of girls giggled at the sight of Leo, who promptly ignored them with a chaste smile.
"I'll meet you in the Great Hall later, Evie." Leo's tone softened somewhat as he used that special nickname, and she gave him a quick hug, swatting his hand away as he attempted to wipe dirt from her cheek. "Honestly... we'll make a Contessa of you one day. Try not to get into a fight before dinner, okay?"
"No promises there, brother. Also, you can shove my title up your arse." She said in a prim tone, laughing at the scandalous look on his face as she skipped away. "Arrivederci Leo!"
It didn't take long for Eva to find her fellow students; the twins were stood nearby, along with their cousin. Eva was unsure how she felt about Avice; the girl seemed nice enough from whenever she had talked to her, but she knew that girl had the whole prejudice thing going on like so many Purebloods did. The twins seemed alright though, and she sidled up to Isaac, noticing the longsword strapped at his hip.
"Ciao, Isaac! Why did you bring your sword to school with you? Are you going to get into a fight with someone?" She asked with a teasing grin upon her face. "I should have brought my own saber - we could have dueled on the house tables for the entertainment of the Headmaster." She added with a light-hearted laugh.
Ryden Ashford would have been quite happy to remain in the forest for the next few hours, even if it meant missing the feast and the Sorting. He still had a lot of work ahead of him; shipments of creatures and ingredients to arrange, bits of the forest to explore, and eggs to keep warm. As for what was in the eggs, he was somewhat unsure; it would be a real treat to see what came out when they hatched, though.
"Oh. I hope they're not Basilisk eggs." He muttered under his breath, humming thoughtfully. They didn't look basilisk-y. Perhaps he should keep a blindfold handy when they hatched anyway, just to be safe.
Regardless of his jobs, he left the building sat on the edge of the forest, locking the door firmly behind him, and making his way back up to the castle. Ryden had been tempted more than once to simply just move into the large shack that held all of the items necessary for a lesson, but after several cuts on his arms from a group of angry Bowtruckles, decided to remain in his room in the Castle.
The walk didn't take long, and he soon found the group of students milling about the thestral drawn carriages; many of them confused as to what exactly was pulling the carriage. Ryden felt a pang of sympathy when some students did in fact see the strange beasts... and what marvellous things they were. He could never understand how people were frightened of them... although, the price of being able to see them was not a nice one, particularly at such a young age.
Walking over and gently stroking the snout of one of them, Ryden darted a smile at the "soldier" next to him.
"Ingerith! I hope you're well. There's quite a few muggle-borns here this year; you did well to get so many." The sentence was a compliment, although it was saddening to recognise the difficulty behind such a task. He was aware how the Headmaster disliked the work Ingerith did; it was a small blessing he allowed the muggle-borns entry into the school. "You didn't run into much trouble, I hope?"
The thestral nickered under his hand, trying to lick the bloodstained bandage wrapped around it. He'd acquired another bite this evening, dealing with a troublesome dugbog while exploring a marsh in the forest. Ryden was certain a few centaurs had been laughing at him in the distance. | Name: Contessa Evangelina "Eva" di Diavolo
Age: 13
Appearance:
House: Hufflepuff
Wand: Rowan wood with a Phoenix feather core; 12 1/2 inches, unyielding flexibility.
Personality: Despite Eva's upbringing, she has attempted to make herself as down to earth and gritty as possible. She'll be the first to get down and dirty in some exploring or adventuring, is extremely outgoing in casual social events (Not so much in formal ones, but then again, it depends on the crowd she's hanging with), and enjoys making friends - particularly with common folk, or simply those without airs and graces. For her, there is nothing worse than acting above everyone else simply because of your blood or your family name - to her, what lays in one's heart is what is important, and she tries to make that known to most new people she meets.
As she would hate for people to assume that she's just another shitty-acting noble, Eva is quick to stick up for underdogs or those being bullied - more than once, this has led to fights in the streets involving a lot of hair pulling and behaviour unbefitting of a Contessa. Despite the various scoldings received from her parents in regards to this, she continues to do so - and will have a lot more chance to truly act like herself in the halls of Hogwarts. Be ready to expect a steadfast friend loyal to the end, who will personally fist-fight a dragon for you - who cares if her dress gets burnt in the meantime?
Bio: The di Diavolo family was a lesser known - but still influential - noble House present in Florence, Italy. Close to the ruling Nobles, House Medici, it was extremely easy for Eva's pure-blood wizarding family to avoid persecution from the Papal States, who did not have much leeway in the state of Florence thanks to the Medici's.
However, that changed in 1471, when Pope Sixtus IV was elected as the new Holy Father of the world. As with most Catholics at the time, he abhorred the thought of magic, science, and anything that could bring down the Catholic Church - which included House Medici. They held Florence, and had disobeyed Rome and the Vatican for far too long. From there, the Pazzi Conspiracy took place.
In 1478, the Pazzi family attempted to assinate two members of the Medici fgamily, and Pope Sixtus had aided the plans along. While they failed to overthrow the family, and did not attack the di Diavolo House directly, Eva's parents were terrified. They had only some protection from the Catholic Church by the Medici's, but this blow shook their confidence in the ruling House of Florence. Scared they too would be attacked - and their status as magic users discovered - the di Diavolo's left Italy, travelling to England to live with Noble family there.
While witch hunts were still prominent in England at this time, it was rare for nobility to be even accused; the peasantry couldn't even try and judge them if they tried. So, the di Diavolo's were safe, building their reputation and their family. They had left Italy with two children; Eva, at 10 years old, and her brother Leonardo, at 13 years old. The pair were already fluent in English (Italy and it's Church had declared the English language as heathenish and dirty - the di Diavolo's took great delight in learning it as a small, private rebellion against the zealous Church), and by the time their younger siblings were born as twins a year later, their accent was all but gone.
Naturally, when their parents caught wind of a wizarding school, they shipped their oldest two off to it immediately. Eva needed the discipline and Leo needed the independence from his parents. Also, with them both at a boarding school, they couldn't complain or refuse any arranged marriages their parents concocted.
Plotting: Her brother is in his fifth year at Hogwarts, and the two get along well enough. He considers her behaviour to be benefiting of her title, but isn't overly annoying about the whole thing. He's more bothered about his nobility than his blood, anyway.
She's unlikely to get along with the pretentious, snobbish, or judgemental - and if she hears the word "mudblood" thrown around, her fists are going to be thrown around too.
Family: Vaguely related to the Black family, somewhere down the line. |
2,613 | 56 | 4 | 155 | 467 | Isaac looked across his cousin to Chandler, cracking a grin. "Do you hear the foul falsehoods of a serpent, dear brother?"
Chandler had almost yelped and cursed the person who dared to touch him like that but relaxed when he saw who it was. He rolled his eyes as he was hugged around the shoulders and shot a glance over to Isaac that seemed to say 'She's blocking you'. He then heard his brother actually speak and Chandler figured he might as well make conversation, even if he hated it. "I hear it all right, insane mutterings and all."
From among the loose crowd of students milling about the grounds, in the general direction of the castle, Evangelina di Diavolo emerged. Isaac had the vague inkling that the girl was related to him, but he wasn't sure in what way. Not very closely, in any case. She was a rough and tumble kind of lass, and Isaac liked that about her, Chandler for his part had just finished scoping out a few of the new arrivals that had came up from the carriage and then turned his body to see Evangelina. He tilted his head slightly and his eyes took in her stance, her voice, and where her eyes went during the conversation. He was at some location in the family tree related to this girl and while some people would take that to mean they could trust them, Chandler knew better and knew sometimes you had to keep family on an even tighter leash than fresh friends.
"Ciao, Isaac! Why did you bring your sword to school with you?" she asked, amused, "Are you going to get into a fight with someone? I should have brought my own saber - we could have dueled on the house tables for the entertainment of the Headmaster."
At the mention of the sword Chandler smirked to himself and listened to his twin speak. He wore no weapon on his hip and was one of the only boys in the crowd who didn't in terms of purebloods. He personally didn't think he needed it, his command of Magic and talent for fighting gave him all the protection he needed with the Wand. Not that anybody knew that, they saw him as a quiet bookworm who did good in theory not practice. He wondered if this would be the year he showed them all, and if so what that would mean for him and his brother.
Isaac gave her a different sort of smile than the one he had for his twin. "Well, Eva, sometimes you pick a fight, and sometimes the fight picks you." | Name: Chandler Martin Prewett
Age: 13
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Cypress wood, 12 inches, Manticore Stinger core (heirloom wand), reasonably springy.
Personality: Calm, cautious, and manipulative Chandler thrives in experiments where he's allowed to use his mind. He is exceptionally smart and a born tactician along with a gifted politician. He lacks a very strong social life however and instead counts on his twin to cover that for him. He comes across at first glance as a weakling hiding behind his brother and by the time you realize your mistake it's very often to late. Chandler is a great Quidditch Chaser but his true strength lies in practices where he comes up with insanely complex strategies and maneuvers. He's a natural bookworm and even when 'socializing' a book is never to far away.
Bio: Chandler grew up in Prewett Mansion all alone except for one other person, his twin brother Isaac, the two boys were practically born joined at the hip and that closeness followed them throughout their entire childhood. Their parents were hardly ever around the House instead preferring to stick to politics and parties instead of their Children, however the two were 'shown off' to friends and co-workers to impress them with amazing children and the two were expected to always do whatever requested of them during those times. The two were also expected to practice non-verbal wand movements or magic-less incantation uttering to get an edge in their classes.
This life was the normal routine for both boys until they turned 11 and received the letter every magical child dreamed about. Outfitted with the best clothing and accessories available the two Prewett boys were shipped off to the school via the Hogwarts express. As soon as they arrived Chandler was viewed as a weakling and coward, but only until Isaac glared at them which made then promptly stop. The sorting for the boys went very... Interesting with Isaac being sorted into Gryffindor, even more interesting was the almost forty minute sorting of Chandler and the eventual placement of Gryffindor as well, no one, not even the headmaster know what was said during hat time to this day but Chandler was a Slytherin to the very bone and it had taken quite a bit talking in order to follow his brother . The year passed easily for Chandler who excelled in every class that required a wand and it's usage while easily passing the other duller subjects as well. He was an amazing student, one of the top of his class and his true nature was being hid more and more and he was teased behind his (Isaac's) back as being a nerd and geek, and even weak. He let them think all of those things while gaining more and more knowledge of the Dark Arts. He would spend hours after school in a secret extra class with the Charms teacher who was a Championship Duelist and family friend.
The Second Year went quite like the first, the only difference was that both Chandler and Isaac also joined the Quidditch team, both boys being quite good flyers. For Chandler however it went a step further and he was constantly with the Captain coming up with new plays and like always standing in the back. He was a well liked and well loved student who no one would ever suspect of doing a single thing wrong...
Now in Third Year Chandler is looking to start making a name for himself in the Slytherin House and start showing his true Green and Silver colors, as well as continue his advanced dueling training and advanced combat spells while making sure he stays near his brother at all times, who helped him stay off the radar and covered his glaring weaknesses which was a lack of social skills and hate of just about everyone.
Plotting: Everyone but himself and his twin are potential enemies and he will be very cautious of then all. He will almost always let his twin talk for the both of them unless he to considers the person he's talking to as a friend which would take a good deal of work. Bookworms in general will have a lot in common with him and Quidditch players he at least respects.
Family: The Prewetts are an old pure blooded family, noble and well respected. Chandler is one of a pair of twins who arrived at the castle in the same year. |
2,614 | 56 | 5 | 334 | 410 | Meagan arrived at the castle for that start of her third year. When her carriage stopped, her brothers were the first off grabbing their bags and say bye for now they were off to find their friends. Meagan smiled and waved at the departure. Meagan's home life during the summer was alright but she longs to be doing more. Of what she she was not sure yet. She looked around at all the students that have arrived so far and noticed a lot of them are first year students. Meagan firsts two years at Hogwarts had been pretty awesome. Though her first year she was always no nervous. She sadly did not make a lot of friends if any friends really, but this year she planning to change that. Meagan wanted to at least have one friends by the time she ends her third year at the castle.
Meagan picked up her bags and began to walk through the mass of returning and new students toward the castle. She did not mind the walk at all but she was decided on taking the Thestral Drawn carriages the rest of the way to castle. As she was waiting in one of the smaller lines for carriage she noticed another student cutting through some line if you could call them lines and hop into the next carriage. Meagan watched the carriage and thought to herself, 'She looks like a third year but I cant quite place her I should see if I could find her up at the school once I arrive.'. Meagan had looked up just in time to see that is was my turn as the carriage pulled up and she grabbed her bags and hopped in looking forward to this year. Meagan was excited and she wondered what great adventures she would have this year.
As the Carriage had arrived at it destination Meagan grabbed her stuff and got off and she watched as the Carriage pulled away. She looked around and spotted the girl from earlier. Meagan figured it would not hurt to just introduce herself to her and maybe they could in the future be friends. "Hi, I saw you earlier getting into the carriage. My name Is Meagan Warbeck." she said holding out her hand as she introduced herself. | Name: Meagan ‘Meg’ Savanna Warbeck
Age: 13
Appearance:
House: Ravenclaw
Wand:
Personality: Meagan’s a girl who normally always speaks her mind and sometimes it can get her into trouble. Meagan was someone who studies hard and pays attention in class she has a small group of friends which consists of four other students. She even can sometimes be a bit of a brainy ack, but she does not like to show off.
Bio: Meagan is the youngest of three older brother’s her parents John Warbeck comes from a long line of purebloods until he had fallen in love and married a young girl named Lucy Genova a muggle born Witch who had made it to Hogwarts school, because of her parents has they knew what was happening and helped her hide it as Lucy’s dad had been a squib.
The Warbeck’s family hales from Wales a country located on an Island of Great Britain. It is unclear on when the Warbeck family had moved from Wales to London, but the Warbeck family have a large family estate located somewhere in London. John Warbeck was the first of his line to marry a muggle-born witch and to his family he had tainted his family’s pureblood line, but his family had always been a strong believer of marring for love and not marrying to keep the line clean.
Meagan’s older brother Markus had graduated from Hogwarts two years ago. Nick her second oldest is in his last year at the school and her third oldest brother Paul is in his fifth year at Hogwarts the brother are pretty protective of her. Meagan was always an easy girl to find if she was not in class she was either with her friends in the courtyard somewhere or she will be in the library or the house common room reading, studying or writing.
Plotting: With Meagan’s habit of speaking her mind it can get her in trouble with other students and at times teachers when it causes her to speak out of turn or when the teacher is talking. Though Meagan is easy to get along with once you get to know her. Meagan also has a big heart and help a student out if they are having trouble in a class any class or if they are getting picked on.
Family: She is a part of the Warbeck family. The Warbeck family is the surname of a Welsh Wizarding family. It has both magical and muggle heritage. (Warbeck is wizarding family from HP and there is not much known of the family.) |
2,615 | 56 | 6 | 1,320 | 119 | As Lior pulled her bag over her shoulder, she noticed another girl in her year had approached her. She could recognize that they had attended classes together, but she couldn't place her name.
"Hi, I saw you earlier getting into the carriage. My name Is Meagan Warbeck." she said holding out her hand as she introduced herself.
"Hello," Lior answered with no inflection towards friendliness or hostility. She figured since she didn't know anything about the girl, she should potentially keep the interaction short until she knew more. On the off chance, however, that this person could be of aid to her, she would not be rude for the time being. She smiled. "My name is Lior." | Name: Lior Reynes
Age: 13
Appearance: She would be a bit older than this, but this is what I found.
House: Slytherin
Wand: Ash with Phoenix feather.
Personality: Lior is an intelligent girl with a good memory. She is skilled at remembering information she is taught, and is rarely ever found studying or taking notes in class. For her, just sitting and listening is often enough to learn, though occasionally it requires more work than that with more complicated subjects. In attending Hogwarts, she wants to come out near the top of her class in order to better herself and how her life was so far. She has ambitions to work in a better field than her parents, a farmer and a barmaid. She doesn't have many scruples on how she does this or what sort of work that may entail. She wants to become on par with the great pureblood houses.
She is often quiet, but when she does speak she can be extremely opinionated. If she believes in something she may become relentless in its pursuit. If someone spits at her, she's equally likely to exact immediate revenge with a sharp remark, or just stand taller and wait with a grudge.
Bio: Lior wasn't raised in a rich home, like most of those with wizarding heritage around her at Hogwarts. She grew up living on a small farm with her parents, in an average sized wizarding town in England. Because of this, Lior is very familiar with hard work. She loves animals and learning about magical creatures, and she always has.
Her father, Owen, owned the farm and brought livestock to the market for meat and other purposes. Her mother, Moiraine, worked at a local tavern servings drinks in the evening, and because they were such a small, poor family, she often had to help out on the farm during the day as well. As soon as she was old enough to understand, Lior was put to work, and even before that, her father would bring her around with him as he did his work, so she would be familiar with it. She never had a wand until she was 11 and never learned any magic, but she learned other things growing up, like maths and reading.
From birth to age 11, Lior barely had a vacation and no friends save her small dog, Lily, who was also their family sheepdog, though they had a good connection. While Lior was still 10 years old, she received a Hogwarts letter. Her parents had always told her she would, but she had never thought much on it or believed it. They were a small, poor family. How could they afford to send her there? From well before her birth, her parents had saved every penny they could until she was 10, when they sent a medium sized sack of coins and a letter to Hogwarts, detailing her bloodline and upbringing. This was the reason her parents didn't have more children (who could've helped out o n the farm), so they could put everything they had into their first. She went off to Hogwarts, meager, second-hand supplies and ratty clothes in hand. Barely in her life had she seen a silver coin, but she did that day in Diagon Alley, and no little more than that.
Upon arriving at Hogwarts, she immediately applied herself to catching up to her better-born peers with basic magic. She spent nearly all her time in the library or generally just practicing spells in empty classrooms, teaching herself from books where she could. She wanted to match and surpass the other students. By third year, she has caught up with most of their knowledge, though she sorely neglected her personal life and barely has a friend to speak of.
Plotting: Her parents are wizards but has muggle in her heritage, so some people may just not know what to do with that. She's equally likely to spit on someone more noble than she is or to kiss up to them to advance herself, though she rarely interacts with people for extended periods of time. Now, having caught up in her studies, she will have more time to basically meet the people around her. As she is from a poor background, she's very sensitive about money and would be very tempted by seeing any. Hates charity, of course, but money could easily be a big motivating factor in what she does. She would probably actually like to distance herself from muggleborns and other poor people i order to ain a good reputation.
Family: Her father brought the name Reynes from his muggle father, who married an Avery woman. She left her family avoiding a marriage and set about travelling the world, and eventually settled down with her muggle husband. Lior never understood the woman. On Lior's mother's side, there is no muggle blood as far as it's known. They were just a poor family who have lived in this small town of Rosecliff for as long as anyone can remember. Most other families like that in the city are a bit better off, more middle class and living closer to the center of town, though the Ingram family, somewhere a few generations back, had crippling debt that Moiraine's (Lior's mother) mother only just managed to pay off the last of. The family has been stuck in poverty for a while. |
2,616 | 56 | 7 | 2,383 | 84 | Ingerith nodded to Ryden. "There is always trouble." She felt a small sliver of anxiety, that was wedged between her shoulder blades, begin to loosen and unwind. His words reminded her that she did have some allies within the walls of Hogwarts. "More trouble every year." She glanced toward the castle, where she suspected the headmaster was watching from, lurking in some shadowy window and scowling down at her. If the headmaster decided to banish all the muggle-born students, Ingerith was afraid that she would be the only one to protest such a decision. Ryden, the professor of magical creatures, seemed to consider things differently.
"It's never enough." She looked back into the throng of children. Then her eyes fell to the bandaged hand. "Are you finding enough trouble of your own, beast master?" Her eye glinted with a hint of amusement.
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"The serpent will strike!" She smiled wickedly. "On the field we will see!"
Eva arrived then, exchanging sword talk with Issac. Avice rolled her eyes and glanced at Chandler, she preferred the wand herself. "I'm sure they are fun to play with, but the sword is a bit crude, don't you think? I mean... If you were in a real wizards duel." She was aiming to be contrary and locked eyes with Eva for a moment. "Without magic it's just fancy slab of mundane metal. With magic it's a cumbersome wand!" She was trying to provoke Eva, and did not think about if she would land a bruise upon her cousin's ego, the one actually holding a sword. Avice assumed that being her real family, he knew she was just being funny. Right?
From the corner of her eye, She noticed a small girl with red hair and wide eyes staring at her... Or was she staring at Eva? Or Chandler or Issac?
It had to be the twins, or one of them. The two always attracted attention, especially when they were together. Maybe she fancied one! Avice had to know! She wondered how the twins could ever part ways to be married. Avice hoped that one day they would meet another set of perfect female pure blood twins. It would make for a glorious double wedding. They would need an extra large castle for their two families. In her mind this outcome was ideal... Aunt Avice visiting and spoiling their many children...
Of course, Avice would be married then too. She wrinkled her nose.
"I'll catch up with you all later." She broke off from the twins with a smile and headed toward the staring girl... Avice recognized her classmate. "Aoife!" She waved, picking up the hem of her gown and scurrying over. She had, of course, noticed Aoife in their first and second year. They had not socialized much. Aoife was Irish, which was unusual, her accent was lovely and it made her voice like music, but it made Avice giggle when she said certain words of phrases. Avice told her mother about the funny-voiced Irish girl in one of her first letters back home. Her mother had cautioned her that though her family had a good reputation in Ireland, they were not exactly pure blooded, her mother suggested she be polite but focus on alliances with witches who had more in common, and encouraged her to get to know her fiance better. 'If it were up to my mother I'd not have any friends!' she thought crossly after a few letters. There seemed to be something wrong with everyone except her fiance. Then she was too overwhelmed with schoolwork to think about friends or fiances. The second year she noticed Aiofe also, but, was studying with her cousins and playing quiddich in her free time.
"Hello! How was your summer?" Avice glanced back at the twins. She bit her lips, but could not contain the idea that was blooming in her head. "So, which one of them do you like? Both of them? Can you tell the difference? Not everyone can so don't feel bad!" She giggled conspiratorially she laced her fingers together, anticipating the answer Aoife would give. "Don't play coy, I saw you looking at them!" | Name: Aoife inghean Domhnall - Irish, pronounced ee-fa en-yan doh-nael, inghean was shortend to Ni, which means the same, in later centuries but in 1480 it was writen as ‘inghean (lowercase is correct). The meaning is Aoife, daughter of Domhnall. She is from a clan in ireland which does not use clan names when naming girls. She is from the Ó Flaithbheartaigh Clan (pronounced similarly to O'Flaherty in modern ireland) which I will give more information about in the Family section later.
Age: 13
Appearance:
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: (still unsure why we dont get to pick our wands, we already have them by 3rd year)
This in chestnut (just a little darker)
Personality: (I dislike personality descriptions, I prefer a character's personality to be discovered and developed through the game, but I'll play along) Aoife is a shy girl when in public and even in small groups, onkly showing her true self when surrounded by only family or her two close best friends from home who she misses greatly. She is smart but does not offer up answers in classes unless asked directly, giving the impression to her classmates that she is of average ability. She is not afraid to talk to others but generally stays quiet unless addressed directly.
Bio: Born to the cousin of the head of the clan, Aoife’s family are well off but lead a quiet life. Her father is a landowner with several small properties whitch he rents out. He also owns a small fleet of fishing boats and one small trade ship.
Aoife has lead a quiet life with very little happening except in her ninth year when she was with her father at the docks, she spent a lot of time with her father. That day at the docks her father was meeting with some foriegn traders and one of the young men named christopher gave her a honeyed treat, later her father told her that he was a great sailor and that he wouldnt be surprised if he went on to great things saying,
"Mark my words, that Chris Colombus will be a household name in no time." ((
She always remembered the kind man who gave her the treat.
When she turned eleven her father send her on his trading ship to britain and had her enrolled at Hogwarts like her grandfather, her last magical ancestor since her parents are both squibs. The ship's captain left her there where she never felt she fit in after one year she recieved a letter from her father telling her that she must stay at hogwarts or find somewhere to stay until she had finished her time there. the next year at school was better, she started to enjoy learning magic and befriended the librarian who reminded her of the kind man on the dock three years previous ((I do not know if you have a character planned for the librarian, but it does not matter if it is male or female)). She enjoyed spending time in the library and reading the books which the librarian showed her. Since she kept herself to herself at school she has very little interesting past at the school.
Plotting:I think that her shyness can be exploited for good plot, forcing her into situations where she has to overcome it to work with others. I also feel that she is likely to be in a minority, being Irish, which could make for interesting plot development. Her family also has a history with dragons.
Family: Ó Flaithbheartaigh Clan - Ruling family in the Galway area of Ireland. The clan has a history of magic blood through out history, but has an unusual problem with squibs. many non magical children are born to magical parents and magical children are born to non magical parents. Due to this the Clan is not considered a pure blood family in magical comunities, despite all members of the clan having magical blood, however has had many strong and notible wizards and witches such as Flaithbertaigh Ua Flaithbertaigh, King of Connacht in the 11th century.
Thier coat of arms has embalzened upon it two red dragons and a black ship which speeks of thier strong maritime heritage and thier family reputation of being some of the greatest irish dragon handlers in history. They still have strong maritime presence in ireland and have strong buisness ties in Britain and Northern Europe. |
2,617 | 56 | 8 | 1,552 | 2,234 | Oh... Avice frowned as the thread of conversation was quickly unraveled from exciting-gossip to standard first-day-of-school-small-talk.
Then she smiled just a little, telling herself that Aoife was just shy. "If you did, I wouldn't tell anyone!" If Aoife had admitted to liking one twin or the other, Avice would have told the twins right away.
"Are you really homesick already? It isn't even the first day!" Avice was being rude, surely, but she was actually surprised. Perhaps she should try to understand. Aoife was from much much further away after all. "It is a shame that you don't have any other family here! I, for instance, have my brother Sorin! It is his last year. When he graduates I'll still have the twins, we are all in the same year! And the headmaster... You know..." Corvus Black, the headmaster, was her grand-uncle. Avice twirled the ends of her hair, proud to have so many wonderful relations. Then that twirl slowed. She had so many family here and Aoife had none even nearby! No wonder the girl was homesick and Avice never was! Avice found herself admiring the girls composure.
"My summer was incredibly boring... I'm so glad to be back here. You know, I think the feast will help you feel better! Will you walk with me? Tell me what Ireland is like! They don't have a school there?" | Name: Contessa Evangelina "Eva" di Diavolo
Age: 13
Appearance:
House: Hufflepuff
Wand: Rowan wood with a Phoenix feather core; 12 1/2 inches, unyielding flexibility.
Personality: Despite Eva's upbringing, she has attempted to make herself as down to earth and gritty as possible. She'll be the first to get down and dirty in some exploring or adventuring, is extremely outgoing in casual social events (Not so much in formal ones, but then again, it depends on the crowd she's hanging with), and enjoys making friends - particularly with common folk, or simply those without airs and graces. For her, there is nothing worse than acting above everyone else simply because of your blood or your family name - to her, what lays in one's heart is what is important, and she tries to make that known to most new people she meets.
As she would hate for people to assume that she's just another shitty-acting noble, Eva is quick to stick up for underdogs or those being bullied - more than once, this has led to fights in the streets involving a lot of hair pulling and behaviour unbefitting of a Contessa. Despite the various scoldings received from her parents in regards to this, she continues to do so - and will have a lot more chance to truly act like herself in the halls of Hogwarts. Be ready to expect a steadfast friend loyal to the end, who will personally fist-fight a dragon for you - who cares if her dress gets burnt in the meantime?
Bio: The di Diavolo family was a lesser known - but still influential - noble House present in Florence, Italy. Close to the ruling Nobles, House Medici, it was extremely easy for Eva's pure-blood wizarding family to avoid persecution from the Papal States, who did not have much leeway in the state of Florence thanks to the Medici's.
However, that changed in 1471, when Pope Sixtus IV was elected as the new Holy Father of the world. As with most Catholics at the time, he abhorred the thought of magic, science, and anything that could bring down the Catholic Church - which included House Medici. They held Florence, and had disobeyed Rome and the Vatican for far too long. From there, the Pazzi Conspiracy took place.
In 1478, the Pazzi family attempted to assinate two members of the Medici fgamily, and Pope Sixtus had aided the plans along. While they failed to overthrow the family, and did not attack the di Diavolo House directly, Eva's parents were terrified. They had only some protection from the Catholic Church by the Medici's, but this blow shook their confidence in the ruling House of Florence. Scared they too would be attacked - and their status as magic users discovered - the di Diavolo's left Italy, travelling to England to live with Noble family there.
While witch hunts were still prominent in England at this time, it was rare for nobility to be even accused; the peasantry couldn't even try and judge them if they tried. So, the di Diavolo's were safe, building their reputation and their family. They had left Italy with two children; Eva, at 10 years old, and her brother Leonardo, at 13 years old. The pair were already fluent in English (Italy and it's Church had declared the English language as heathenish and dirty - the di Diavolo's took great delight in learning it as a small, private rebellion against the zealous Church), and by the time their younger siblings were born as twins a year later, their accent was all but gone.
Naturally, when their parents caught wind of a wizarding school, they shipped their oldest two off to it immediately. Eva needed the discipline and Leo needed the independence from his parents. Also, with them both at a boarding school, they couldn't complain or refuse any arranged marriages their parents concocted.
Plotting: Her brother is in his fifth year at Hogwarts, and the two get along well enough. He considers her behaviour to be benefiting of her title, but isn't overly annoying about the whole thing. He's more bothered about his nobility than his blood, anyway.
She's unlikely to get along with the pretentious, snobbish, or judgemental - and if she hears the word "mudblood" thrown around, her fists are going to be thrown around too.
Family: Vaguely related to the Black family, somewhere down the line. |
2,618 | 56 | 9 | 905 | 2,479 | What are those halfbreed-lovers talking about down there? Corvus wondered to himself, as he looked down on two of his teachers conversing among the growing throng of students who were making their way up to the castle. I suppose next they'll want to invite centaurs from the forest to attend. Give them wands, let them use our magic... We'll see. With a glance at the sun's position in the sky, he decided it was time he was present in the Great Hall. Professor Black swept down from the wall and descended into the castle.
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The Great Hall was growing crowded. Older students were gathering at their house tables, while First Year students were herded by Professor Dante into a neat line. Dante was a plump, smiling man of middle age. His hair was thin and graying, and he wore a very plain brown robe. He was doting on the younger students in his charge, tweaking noses affectionately, and giving out sweets when he didn't think any other teachers were watching. | Name: Isaac Prewett
Age: 13
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Aspen and unicorn hair. Twelve inches, middling pliability.
Personality: A confident and daring young fellow, with little fear of the unknown and untried. Easy to goad into unwise behavior, his recklessness is most often tempered not by a cautious quality of his own, but by that of his twin brother. He’s generally good natured and good humored, and he forgives almost as easily as he takes offense, giving him a gift for making friends out of enemies.
Bio: Isaac and his twin brother, Chandler, were a naturally inseparable pair from the very start. Their family have long since come to terms with this, and throughout their nobelman's upbringing, they were showed off to extended family and friends as a sort of "matching pair," where they would display well practiced drills in both wand and sword dueling. In these drills, Chandler intentionally mimicked any mistakes that Isaac made with his wand, while Isaac returned the favor with the sword, so that neither would outshine the other.
At Hogwarts, this mimicry of each others weaknesses ended, because they were no longer dealing with doting family, or friends who had to stay on good terms with their father. Instead, they began to make up for each other's failings. Isaac's stronger personality kept Chandler's social awkwardness from holding him back with his peers, and Chandler would ensure that Isaac turned in his assignments for his less favorite classes.
In their second year, they both played quidditch for their team, Chandler as a Chaser, and Isaac as a beater.
Plotting:
Family: The Prewetts are an old pure blooded family, noble and well respected. Isaac is one of a pair of twins who arrived at the castle in the same year. |
2,619 | 56 | 10 | 2,383 | 84 | Uh, yeah I can walk with you, Aoife said and started to walk with Avice towards the entrance to the castle. She thought about what the other girl said and decided that she was not trying to be cruel, she just didn't know that she spends summer in the near-by village.
"Oh I guess you don't know, how could you, but I don't go home in summer. I haven't seen my family for two years except when my dad visited in the summer of first year."
Aoife looked away as she fought back a tear. Deciding to change the subject to something less emotional she thought about how to answer Avice's other question, and what to say about Ireland.
"I don't know if there is a school in Ireland, Father wanted me to attend Hogwarts like his great-grandfather. My great-aunt also came to Hogwarts."
They walked into the castle joining the bustle of other students making their way to the great hall for the feast. It wasn't long until her and Avice would have to part ways and head to their house tables.
"I've not seen a lot of Ireland, I have only travelled a little bit with Father's work but he usually leaves me at home with mother. The bits I have seen are nice, mostly pretty cliffs and rocky shores. We spend most of the time at the coast where the trading towns are. Where do you live? Is it nice?" | Name: Aoife inghean Domhnall - Irish, pronounced ee-fa en-yan doh-nael, inghean was shortend to Ni, which means the same, in later centuries but in 1480 it was writen as ‘inghean (lowercase is correct). The meaning is Aoife, daughter of Domhnall. She is from a clan in ireland which does not use clan names when naming girls. She is from the Ó Flaithbheartaigh Clan (pronounced similarly to O'Flaherty in modern ireland) which I will give more information about in the Family section later.
Age: 13
Appearance:
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: (still unsure why we dont get to pick our wands, we already have them by 3rd year)
This in chestnut (just a little darker)
Personality: (I dislike personality descriptions, I prefer a character's personality to be discovered and developed through the game, but I'll play along) Aoife is a shy girl when in public and even in small groups, onkly showing her true self when surrounded by only family or her two close best friends from home who she misses greatly. She is smart but does not offer up answers in classes unless asked directly, giving the impression to her classmates that she is of average ability. She is not afraid to talk to others but generally stays quiet unless addressed directly.
Bio: Born to the cousin of the head of the clan, Aoife’s family are well off but lead a quiet life. Her father is a landowner with several small properties whitch he rents out. He also owns a small fleet of fishing boats and one small trade ship.
Aoife has lead a quiet life with very little happening except in her ninth year when she was with her father at the docks, she spent a lot of time with her father. That day at the docks her father was meeting with some foriegn traders and one of the young men named christopher gave her a honeyed treat, later her father told her that he was a great sailor and that he wouldnt be surprised if he went on to great things saying,
"Mark my words, that Chris Colombus will be a household name in no time." ((
She always remembered the kind man who gave her the treat.
When she turned eleven her father send her on his trading ship to britain and had her enrolled at Hogwarts like her grandfather, her last magical ancestor since her parents are both squibs. The ship's captain left her there where she never felt she fit in after one year she recieved a letter from her father telling her that she must stay at hogwarts or find somewhere to stay until she had finished her time there. the next year at school was better, she started to enjoy learning magic and befriended the librarian who reminded her of the kind man on the dock three years previous ((I do not know if you have a character planned for the librarian, but it does not matter if it is male or female)). She enjoyed spending time in the library and reading the books which the librarian showed her. Since she kept herself to herself at school she has very little interesting past at the school.
Plotting:I think that her shyness can be exploited for good plot, forcing her into situations where she has to overcome it to work with others. I also feel that she is likely to be in a minority, being Irish, which could make for interesting plot development. Her family also has a history with dragons.
Family: Ó Flaithbheartaigh Clan - Ruling family in the Galway area of Ireland. The clan has a history of magic blood through out history, but has an unusual problem with squibs. many non magical children are born to magical parents and magical children are born to non magical parents. Due to this the Clan is not considered a pure blood family in magical comunities, despite all members of the clan having magical blood, however has had many strong and notible wizards and witches such as Flaithbertaigh Ua Flaithbertaigh, King of Connacht in the 11th century.
Thier coat of arms has embalzened upon it two red dragons and a black ship which speeks of thier strong maritime heritage and thier family reputation of being some of the greatest irish dragon handlers in history. They still have strong maritime presence in ireland and have strong buisness ties in Britain and Northern Europe. |
2,620 | 56 | 11 | 334 | 410 | ((Sorry for the very late reply work and home life got very very horrendously busy all of a sudden))
As Lior pulled her bag over her shoulder, she noticed another girl in her year had approached her. She could recognize that they had attended classes together, but she couldn't place her name.
"Hi, I saw you earlier getting into the carriage. My name Is Meagan Warbeck." she said holding out her hand as she introduced herself.
"Hello," Lior answered with no inflection towards friendliness or hostility. She figured since she didn't know anything about the girl, she should potentially keep the interaction short until she knew more. On the off chance, however, that this person could be of aid to her, she would not be rude for the time being. She smiled. "My name is Lior."
"Nice to meet you Lior." Meagan said as they entered the castle and headed to the great hall to find a seat with our house. I look over at Lior as we walk through the hallways. I knew Lior was from the house of Slytherin because she was wearing the house colors as I was wearing my house colors of Ravenclaw. As we walked through the halls of the castle heading to the great hall we walked in silence. "So your in Slytherin?" I asked Lior, I did not care what house she was in as she was hopefully going to be my friend at this school, weather or not we are in the same house. | Name: Meagan ‘Meg’ Savanna Warbeck
Age: 13
Appearance:
House: Ravenclaw
Wand:
Personality: Meagan’s a girl who normally always speaks her mind and sometimes it can get her into trouble. Meagan was someone who studies hard and pays attention in class she has a small group of friends which consists of four other students. She even can sometimes be a bit of a brainy ack, but she does not like to show off.
Bio: Meagan is the youngest of three older brother’s her parents John Warbeck comes from a long line of purebloods until he had fallen in love and married a young girl named Lucy Genova a muggle born Witch who had made it to Hogwarts school, because of her parents has they knew what was happening and helped her hide it as Lucy’s dad had been a squib.
The Warbeck’s family hales from Wales a country located on an Island of Great Britain. It is unclear on when the Warbeck family had moved from Wales to London, but the Warbeck family have a large family estate located somewhere in London. John Warbeck was the first of his line to marry a muggle-born witch and to his family he had tainted his family’s pureblood line, but his family had always been a strong believer of marring for love and not marrying to keep the line clean.
Meagan’s older brother Markus had graduated from Hogwarts two years ago. Nick her second oldest is in his last year at the school and her third oldest brother Paul is in his fifth year at Hogwarts the brother are pretty protective of her. Meagan was always an easy girl to find if she was not in class she was either with her friends in the courtyard somewhere or she will be in the library or the house common room reading, studying or writing.
Plotting: With Meagan’s habit of speaking her mind it can get her in trouble with other students and at times teachers when it causes her to speak out of turn or when the teacher is talking. Though Meagan is easy to get along with once you get to know her. Meagan also has a big heart and help a student out if they are having trouble in a class any class or if they are getting picked on.
Family: She is a part of the Warbeck family. The Warbeck family is the surname of a Welsh Wizarding family. It has both magical and muggle heritage. (Warbeck is wizarding family from HP and there is not much known of the family.) |
2,621 | 56 | 12 | 1,320 | 119 | "Mm." Lior made a noise and scanned the other girl's Ravenclaw colours. "Yes, I am. Speaking of, we should probably get seated. It looks like things are about to get started." She glanced around the Great Hall, where students were filling in the seats at their house tables. She glanced at the Slytherin table and considered where to sit. She usually liked to avoid sitting in a large group who knew each other. She didn't like having those people talking over her. She saw an area with a decent sized gap and decided she had to grab the seat before someone else filled it in. She wasn't totally opposed to having friends, or conversations with others. Really, she had some acquaintances. The real problem was that she liked to be prepared in her knowledge of another person before conversing with them, so that she knew their opinions and affiliations. Like how she was unaware of Meagan's.
"Maybe I'll see you later on?" Lior suggested with a slight smile. She wanted to keep her options open. She nodded to the other girl, trying to leave the conversation in a good place, just in case, before she turned towards the Slytherin tables. Feeling relieved, she slid down into her seat. She hadn't realized just how hungry she was, but now she couldn't wait another minute for the feast to appear. | Name: Lior Reynes
Age: 13
Appearance: She would be a bit older than this, but this is what I found.
House: Slytherin
Wand: Ash with Phoenix feather.
Personality: Lior is an intelligent girl with a good memory. She is skilled at remembering information she is taught, and is rarely ever found studying or taking notes in class. For her, just sitting and listening is often enough to learn, though occasionally it requires more work than that with more complicated subjects. In attending Hogwarts, she wants to come out near the top of her class in order to better herself and how her life was so far. She has ambitions to work in a better field than her parents, a farmer and a barmaid. She doesn't have many scruples on how she does this or what sort of work that may entail. She wants to become on par with the great pureblood houses.
She is often quiet, but when she does speak she can be extremely opinionated. If she believes in something she may become relentless in its pursuit. If someone spits at her, she's equally likely to exact immediate revenge with a sharp remark, or just stand taller and wait with a grudge.
Bio: Lior wasn't raised in a rich home, like most of those with wizarding heritage around her at Hogwarts. She grew up living on a small farm with her parents, in an average sized wizarding town in England. Because of this, Lior is very familiar with hard work. She loves animals and learning about magical creatures, and she always has.
Her father, Owen, owned the farm and brought livestock to the market for meat and other purposes. Her mother, Moiraine, worked at a local tavern servings drinks in the evening, and because they were such a small, poor family, she often had to help out on the farm during the day as well. As soon as she was old enough to understand, Lior was put to work, and even before that, her father would bring her around with him as he did his work, so she would be familiar with it. She never had a wand until she was 11 and never learned any magic, but she learned other things growing up, like maths and reading.
From birth to age 11, Lior barely had a vacation and no friends save her small dog, Lily, who was also their family sheepdog, though they had a good connection. While Lior was still 10 years old, she received a Hogwarts letter. Her parents had always told her she would, but she had never thought much on it or believed it. They were a small, poor family. How could they afford to send her there? From well before her birth, her parents had saved every penny they could until she was 10, when they sent a medium sized sack of coins and a letter to Hogwarts, detailing her bloodline and upbringing. This was the reason her parents didn't have more children (who could've helped out o n the farm), so they could put everything they had into their first. She went off to Hogwarts, meager, second-hand supplies and ratty clothes in hand. Barely in her life had she seen a silver coin, but she did that day in Diagon Alley, and no little more than that.
Upon arriving at Hogwarts, she immediately applied herself to catching up to her better-born peers with basic magic. She spent nearly all her time in the library or generally just practicing spells in empty classrooms, teaching herself from books where she could. She wanted to match and surpass the other students. By third year, she has caught up with most of their knowledge, though she sorely neglected her personal life and barely has a friend to speak of.
Plotting: Her parents are wizards but has muggle in her heritage, so some people may just not know what to do with that. She's equally likely to spit on someone more noble than she is or to kiss up to them to advance herself, though she rarely interacts with people for extended periods of time. Now, having caught up in her studies, she will have more time to basically meet the people around her. As she is from a poor background, she's very sensitive about money and would be very tempted by seeing any. Hates charity, of course, but money could easily be a big motivating factor in what she does. She would probably actually like to distance herself from muggleborns and other poor people i order to ain a good reputation.
Family: Her father brought the name Reynes from his muggle father, who married an Avery woman. She left her family avoiding a marriage and set about travelling the world, and eventually settled down with her muggle husband. Lior never understood the woman. On Lior's mother's side, there is no muggle blood as far as it's known. They were just a poor family who have lived in this small town of Rosecliff for as long as anyone can remember. Most other families like that in the city are a bit better off, more middle class and living closer to the center of town, though the Ingram family, somewhere a few generations back, had crippling debt that Moiraine's (Lior's mother) mother only just managed to pay off the last of. The family has been stuck in poverty for a while. |
2,622 | 56 | 13 | 334 | 410 | Yes I think your right and maybe we will. We probably will have classes together. Meagan said as she ended the ended the conversation on a positive note before she scanned over her house table and found an empty spot not to far from the door and sat down at the table with the other students from her house as she waited for the headmaster to start. | Name: Meagan ‘Meg’ Savanna Warbeck
Age: 13
Appearance:
House: Ravenclaw
Wand:
Personality: Meagan’s a girl who normally always speaks her mind and sometimes it can get her into trouble. Meagan was someone who studies hard and pays attention in class she has a small group of friends which consists of four other students. She even can sometimes be a bit of a brainy ack, but she does not like to show off.
Bio: Meagan is the youngest of three older brother’s her parents John Warbeck comes from a long line of purebloods until he had fallen in love and married a young girl named Lucy Genova a muggle born Witch who had made it to Hogwarts school, because of her parents has they knew what was happening and helped her hide it as Lucy’s dad had been a squib.
The Warbeck’s family hales from Wales a country located on an Island of Great Britain. It is unclear on when the Warbeck family had moved from Wales to London, but the Warbeck family have a large family estate located somewhere in London. John Warbeck was the first of his line to marry a muggle-born witch and to his family he had tainted his family’s pureblood line, but his family had always been a strong believer of marring for love and not marrying to keep the line clean.
Meagan’s older brother Markus had graduated from Hogwarts two years ago. Nick her second oldest is in his last year at the school and her third oldest brother Paul is in his fifth year at Hogwarts the brother are pretty protective of her. Meagan was always an easy girl to find if she was not in class she was either with her friends in the courtyard somewhere or she will be in the library or the house common room reading, studying or writing.
Plotting: With Meagan’s habit of speaking her mind it can get her in trouble with other students and at times teachers when it causes her to speak out of turn or when the teacher is talking. Though Meagan is easy to get along with once you get to know her. Meagan also has a big heart and help a student out if they are having trouble in a class any class or if they are getting picked on.
Family: She is a part of the Warbeck family. The Warbeck family is the surname of a Welsh Wizarding family. It has both magical and muggle heritage. (Warbeck is wizarding family from HP and there is not much known of the family.) |
2,623 | 56 | 14 | 905 | 2,479 | Isaac smirked at Eva as Avice walked away.
"Oh yes," he said, his eye flicking to Chandler in a covert display of amusement. "Dear Chandler is hopeless in a duel; sword or wand."
Chandler's eyes moved from one person talking to the other and he hid a smirk, allowing it to merely invade his mind as he nodded, even adding a frowny pout to hit his lips. "Yea, well I can tell you all about them though from numerous different books!" He locked eyes with his twin for just a moment, the shared amusement was something that was very normal for them to do over other's heads. It was a blast and for Chandler it just cemented the relationship he had with his twin.
"Looking forward to Quidditch this year, boys? I was thinking of trying out for the Hufflepuff team - they lost their Seeker and one of their Chasers when they finished last summer. I don't think my parents would approve, but then again, they rarely do when it comes to me."
"Always," Isaac smiled. It was not entirely true. Isaac actually preferred to compete on the ground, but when his twin was in the air, he felt the need to be there with him. Hence the role of Beater.
Chandler allowed an actual genuine smile to cross his face and he nodded enthusiastically as the conversation went to Quidditch, he loved flying and was actually quite good at it, or so he thought, he was especially good at performing aerial acrobatics and the harder maneuvers, throwing his opponents of his game. He was also VERY good at tactics, designing mind spinning plays and flight angles.
The three chatted happily about quidditch as they made their way up the sloping lawn of the castle. They passed through the Entrance Hall, where first year students were being gathered to line up. Isaac eyed the new sorting prospects, but didn't see anyone he found particularly interesting. When they entered the Great Hall, Eva longingly recalled a French onion soup she had had last year, but Isaac scoffed at eating anything French, and made his way for the Gryffindor table with his brother.
With the talk now on Quidditch and with someone who was at least family Chandler actually was completing sentences and phrases without going silent and letting his brother take over. However as they entered the Great Hall and more eyes were upon them he shut that down very quickly and instead stood closer to Isaac flashing a quick smile and half shrug over at Eva. As they separated and the two headed towards the Gryffindor table Chandler was back to his introverted and non-speaking role. He sat down -close- to Isaac and fought the urge to grab his hand even. He busied himself with watching -everyone- at the table and around the room that might have even been remotely looking at him and his brother.
The students of Year Two and above all became abruptly silent as Professor Black entered the Hall from the main doors. Some of the first years chattered for a second longer, but quickly realized it was time to be silent, most twisting around to look at the headmaster. He wore a high collared black robe today, as well as a circlet that was the form of a snake biting its own tail; its eyes were emeralds the size of walnuts. Matching the circlet, he had his goblin forged sword at his waist, the scabbard tucked into a wide richly dyed green belt. He carried in his hands a velvet pillow, on which sat a rather worn looking wizard's hat.
Black walked to the front of the line of First Years, and put the hat down in midair by Professor Dante's side. The pillow floated, perfectly still. Professor Dante gave Black a small bow as the Headmaster turned without a word and marched to take his place at the staff table. With the head seated Professor Dante smiled at the confused First Years, but said nothing. Their confusion grew as a rip opened in the brim of the hat, and it began to sing.
When its song had finished, Professor Dante resumed the floor and began to instruct the First Years.
"It is time," he informed them with the air of someone about to give out a great treat, "For the Sorting! The procedure is simple, you will take this hat, and place it on your head. It will see inside of you, and decide which of the four houses you will join. Now, if the first would come and don the hat?" he smiled at the mousy boy who was suddenly realizing that he was at the head of the line.
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Soon, the tables were marginally more crowded, and everyone at them had worked up an appetite cheering on the new additions to their House. But before the food would be conjured from the kitchens, Professor Black stood from his embellished chair at the center of the staff table. He raised a goblet to the body of students and spoke, a thin smile on his lips.
“Welcome students! To the newly sorted, I hope you will all bring honor to House, and to your family name. To returning students, I believe you will continue with the standard of excellence we have all learned to expect from you. I cannot imagine that any one among us,” his eyes flashed as he looked around the room, “Would forget what it is to be a wizard, or to be a witch. And now, without further ado, I invite you all to partake of the feast.”
He lifted his hands, one still holding the goblet, and suddenly the golden plates along the tables were filled with food. | Name: Isaac Prewett
Age: 13
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Aspen and unicorn hair. Twelve inches, middling pliability.
Personality: A confident and daring young fellow, with little fear of the unknown and untried. Easy to goad into unwise behavior, his recklessness is most often tempered not by a cautious quality of his own, but by that of his twin brother. He’s generally good natured and good humored, and he forgives almost as easily as he takes offense, giving him a gift for making friends out of enemies.
Bio: Isaac and his twin brother, Chandler, were a naturally inseparable pair from the very start. Their family have long since come to terms with this, and throughout their nobelman's upbringing, they were showed off to extended family and friends as a sort of "matching pair," where they would display well practiced drills in both wand and sword dueling. In these drills, Chandler intentionally mimicked any mistakes that Isaac made with his wand, while Isaac returned the favor with the sword, so that neither would outshine the other.
At Hogwarts, this mimicry of each others weaknesses ended, because they were no longer dealing with doting family, or friends who had to stay on good terms with their father. Instead, they began to make up for each other's failings. Isaac's stronger personality kept Chandler's social awkwardness from holding him back with his peers, and Chandler would ensure that Isaac turned in his assignments for his less favorite classes.
In their second year, they both played quidditch for their team, Chandler as a Chaser, and Isaac as a beater.
Plotting:
Family: The Prewetts are an old pure blooded family, noble and well respected. Isaac is one of a pair of twins who arrived at the castle in the same year. |
2,624 | 56 | 15 | 2,383 | 84 | Avice listened to the girl, facinated. "You do not go home for the summer?" Avice could not imagine a world where she would nto be under direct family supervision for more than a week. Even at Hogwarts, the only time she was away from home, the headmaster was her own kin who looked after them all!
"Oh yes. My parents have a castle! Castle Black! It isn't near the sea at all, but, there is a nice bog nearby... I think... It is beautiful. My mother collects tapestries and keeps a large beautiful garden, she entertains often and she hosts the most fabulous parties. There are lots of places to play! When the twins come over we fly for hours and hours!" She thought, but dare not tell the whole of her feelings; and when there are not parties or twins it's dreadful. "Anyway... I'm going to go sit with my friends! I'll see you in class!"
Avice gave Aoife a cheerful wave and quickly zipped away toward table Slytherin.
She only got there just in time for the ceremonies to begin. She saw her cousins, the twins, seated at Gryffindor. She wondered how the sorting hat worked all that out. She was disappointed that they were not placed in her house, yet, she was glad to be placed in Slytherin herself! All her family was Slytherin, including her older brother Sorin. Sorin sat at the far end of the table while Avice sat somewhere in the middle. He had a tight knit group of friends in his own year. They were all in their last year. As the senior students theya cted as kings and queens of their house. Avice was shameless in her admiration of them.
When the hat had sung and sorted, she realized she was sitting across from a girl named Lior. The food appeared, it was time to eat, converse, and celebrate the return to Hogwarts.
"Hello, Lior." Avice smiled widely. The space between the two girls was much wider than the width of the table, they had had opposite upbringings. Avice knew that Lior was... Not well off... nor all the way pure blooded... Yet, Avice was jealous of how easily academics seemed to come to Lior. Avice reminded herself that this year she would not need to be jealous of anyone! She had gotten a lot of advice, lectures, and lessons over the summer. She was full of motivation and confident that she would be as good at her classes as anyone, even Lior! She would bring honor to her house! and her family name! and meet the standard of excellence... and all that her grand uncle was saying... but just in case... Even if she wasn't quite as good... She had a powerful well connected family, a solid marriage arranged, even if she was not the best student her life would be alright... Right?
"It looks like we have some strong first years added to our house! I know some of them... Well... Their families anyway. See that one? That's a Yaxley. Her mother visits my mother all the time, they swap a lot of plants and... and... things like that... All summer she has been talking about her daughter and how talented she is. She is going to be so great in Slytherin! What do you think?"
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"If only we were..." She was certain that the headmaster was conspiring against her.
Ingerith made her way to the great hall, walking beside the castle's beastmaster.
As she walked, she began to change, she did so in plain sight of the students as she walked.
Her mans face softened and rounded, her sun tanned skin paled, her eyes changed shape and the color within them bloomed, the lashes lengthened. The blond hair became red and grew long, spilling over shrinking shoulders and past rounding hips. The rough, blonde, muggle man became an elegant sharp-eyed witch.
The cloths transformed as well, transfiguring as she walked. The armor that the muggle wore shrunk, tempered, softened, and finally shimmered as it hung around her neck in long chains of chunky jewelry. The worn peacoat, pantaloons, and shirt brightened in color and lengthened into an elegant dress, skirt, and chemise respectively. She took her seat at the table, her pale face unreadable, she counted her lost ones already at their house tables, and each new one as they were sorted.
Her cheeks burned a little as the headmaster spoke of family names. The lost ones had none. She had none. She knew it was tradition but it still stung to be reminded and she knew it would make the lost ones feel even more uncomfortable than it did herself. | Name: Aoife inghean Domhnall - Irish, pronounced ee-fa en-yan doh-nael, inghean was shortend to Ni, which means the same, in later centuries but in 1480 it was writen as ‘inghean (lowercase is correct). The meaning is Aoife, daughter of Domhnall. She is from a clan in ireland which does not use clan names when naming girls. She is from the Ó Flaithbheartaigh Clan (pronounced similarly to O'Flaherty in modern ireland) which I will give more information about in the Family section later.
Age: 13
Appearance:
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: (still unsure why we dont get to pick our wands, we already have them by 3rd year)
This in chestnut (just a little darker)
Personality: (I dislike personality descriptions, I prefer a character's personality to be discovered and developed through the game, but I'll play along) Aoife is a shy girl when in public and even in small groups, onkly showing her true self when surrounded by only family or her two close best friends from home who she misses greatly. She is smart but does not offer up answers in classes unless asked directly, giving the impression to her classmates that she is of average ability. She is not afraid to talk to others but generally stays quiet unless addressed directly.
Bio: Born to the cousin of the head of the clan, Aoife’s family are well off but lead a quiet life. Her father is a landowner with several small properties whitch he rents out. He also owns a small fleet of fishing boats and one small trade ship.
Aoife has lead a quiet life with very little happening except in her ninth year when she was with her father at the docks, she spent a lot of time with her father. That day at the docks her father was meeting with some foriegn traders and one of the young men named christopher gave her a honeyed treat, later her father told her that he was a great sailor and that he wouldnt be surprised if he went on to great things saying,
"Mark my words, that Chris Colombus will be a household name in no time." ((
She always remembered the kind man who gave her the treat.
When she turned eleven her father send her on his trading ship to britain and had her enrolled at Hogwarts like her grandfather, her last magical ancestor since her parents are both squibs. The ship's captain left her there where she never felt she fit in after one year she recieved a letter from her father telling her that she must stay at hogwarts or find somewhere to stay until she had finished her time there. the next year at school was better, she started to enjoy learning magic and befriended the librarian who reminded her of the kind man on the dock three years previous ((I do not know if you have a character planned for the librarian, but it does not matter if it is male or female)). She enjoyed spending time in the library and reading the books which the librarian showed her. Since she kept herself to herself at school she has very little interesting past at the school.
Plotting:I think that her shyness can be exploited for good plot, forcing her into situations where she has to overcome it to work with others. I also feel that she is likely to be in a minority, being Irish, which could make for interesting plot development. Her family also has a history with dragons.
Family: Ó Flaithbheartaigh Clan - Ruling family in the Galway area of Ireland. The clan has a history of magic blood through out history, but has an unusual problem with squibs. many non magical children are born to magical parents and magical children are born to non magical parents. Due to this the Clan is not considered a pure blood family in magical comunities, despite all members of the clan having magical blood, however has had many strong and notible wizards and witches such as Flaithbertaigh Ua Flaithbertaigh, King of Connacht in the 11th century.
Thier coat of arms has embalzened upon it two red dragons and a black ship which speeks of thier strong maritime heritage and thier family reputation of being some of the greatest irish dragon handlers in history. They still have strong maritime presence in ireland and have strong buisness ties in Britain and Northern Europe. |
2,625 | 56 | 16 | 905 | 2,479 | It wasn’t long at all before the students were all pleasantly full of a wonderful feast, and with a dismissal from the Headmaster, they made their way out. Isaac and his brother took a well worn shortcut to arrive at Gryffindor Tower quickly, meanwhile Ravenclaw students headed to a different tower, and both the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins made their way downstairs.
The beds were waiting for all, with freshly laundered sheets and nice toasty warming pans. Luggage had been brought to the beds of their respective owners, and the common rooms all had fires to warm their hearths. All thanks to the unseen House Elves. These luxuries were expected by some students, welcome retreats from poverty for others, and brand new and enticing to those lucky First Years who were arriving. And they ensured that all students were well and truly asleep by midnight.
It was some time in the early morning that it happened. A cry from a little girl in one of the dungeon dormitories of Slytherin House. After fitful shaking, and thready breathing she finally sat bolt upright with a gasp. Then, with that great lungful of air, she let out a shriek of pure terror, loud enough to wake up the dormitories beside her. In a moment, a candle was lit,, and in another, the first older students had begun to arrive. There was no evident threat, and the girl had stopped screaming, and so for the time being, no one was sure what to do or what to make of the event. Most were muttering now, the only one silent was pale and wide eyed Amelia Yaxley. | Name: Isaac Prewett
Age: 13
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Aspen and unicorn hair. Twelve inches, middling pliability.
Personality: A confident and daring young fellow, with little fear of the unknown and untried. Easy to goad into unwise behavior, his recklessness is most often tempered not by a cautious quality of his own, but by that of his twin brother. He’s generally good natured and good humored, and he forgives almost as easily as he takes offense, giving him a gift for making friends out of enemies.
Bio: Isaac and his twin brother, Chandler, were a naturally inseparable pair from the very start. Their family have long since come to terms with this, and throughout their nobelman's upbringing, they were showed off to extended family and friends as a sort of "matching pair," where they would display well practiced drills in both wand and sword dueling. In these drills, Chandler intentionally mimicked any mistakes that Isaac made with his wand, while Isaac returned the favor with the sword, so that neither would outshine the other.
At Hogwarts, this mimicry of each others weaknesses ended, because they were no longer dealing with doting family, or friends who had to stay on good terms with their father. Instead, they began to make up for each other's failings. Isaac's stronger personality kept Chandler's social awkwardness from holding him back with his peers, and Chandler would ensure that Isaac turned in his assignments for his less favorite classes.
In their second year, they both played quidditch for their team, Chandler as a Chaser, and Isaac as a beater.
Plotting:
Family: The Prewetts are an old pure blooded family, noble and well respected. Isaac is one of a pair of twins who arrived at the castle in the same year. |
2,626 | 56 | 17 | 1,320 | 119 | Avice settled nicely into her bed at Hogwarts. She didn't unpack or arrange any of her space, leaving it off for the morning. As soon as she saw the bed she gleefully slid under the covers and into a deep sleep. It was not that the bed was more comfortable, her bed at home was much larger and much softer. Though the dorm was full of other girls, not all of whom were sleeping nor even quiet, she found bedtime at Hogwarts to be very peaceful. She knew that she would be uninterrupted until it was time for breakfast, when, she would likely need to be pried out from under the bedsheets. There was no strict bedtime at home. Here at Howgwarts, even when she put off sleep, she could count on being uninterrupted by the authorities until morning...
She did not even realize that she had been sleeping until she heard the scream. Avice was awake immediately all senses heightened save for her sense of balance. She tumbled out of the bed while excuses for her behavior tumbled out of her mouth... "I'M SORRY! I won't do it again I-I-..."
She realized that she was still at Hogwarts. She wasn't at home where Sorin might be playing a trick on her or her father might be rousing the whole household with his temper... She was still in the Slytherin dorm, and she wasn't dreaming, everyone had heard and been woken by the scream.
Avice flushed red, hoping that no one had heard her babbling or seen her fall in the darkness. She followed the others to the bed of Amelia Yaxley, the source of all the fuss.
"OH! I know her!" Avice pushed through the gathering students and sat herself on Amelia's bed reaching for the girls cool pale hands. "Ameila! Do you remember me? I'm Avice Black! Our mothers are great friends. Did you have a nightmare? I can see how the castle might be a bit scary, but, you will get used to it in no time! What did you dream about?" | Name: Lior Reynes
Age: 13
Appearance: She would be a bit older than this, but this is what I found.
House: Slytherin
Wand: Ash with Phoenix feather.
Personality: Lior is an intelligent girl with a good memory. She is skilled at remembering information she is taught, and is rarely ever found studying or taking notes in class. For her, just sitting and listening is often enough to learn, though occasionally it requires more work than that with more complicated subjects. In attending Hogwarts, she wants to come out near the top of her class in order to better herself and how her life was so far. She has ambitions to work in a better field than her parents, a farmer and a barmaid. She doesn't have many scruples on how she does this or what sort of work that may entail. She wants to become on par with the great pureblood houses.
She is often quiet, but when she does speak she can be extremely opinionated. If she believes in something she may become relentless in its pursuit. If someone spits at her, she's equally likely to exact immediate revenge with a sharp remark, or just stand taller and wait with a grudge.
Bio: Lior wasn't raised in a rich home, like most of those with wizarding heritage around her at Hogwarts. She grew up living on a small farm with her parents, in an average sized wizarding town in England. Because of this, Lior is very familiar with hard work. She loves animals and learning about magical creatures, and she always has.
Her father, Owen, owned the farm and brought livestock to the market for meat and other purposes. Her mother, Moiraine, worked at a local tavern servings drinks in the evening, and because they were such a small, poor family, she often had to help out on the farm during the day as well. As soon as she was old enough to understand, Lior was put to work, and even before that, her father would bring her around with him as he did his work, so she would be familiar with it. She never had a wand until she was 11 and never learned any magic, but she learned other things growing up, like maths and reading.
From birth to age 11, Lior barely had a vacation and no friends save her small dog, Lily, who was also their family sheepdog, though they had a good connection. While Lior was still 10 years old, she received a Hogwarts letter. Her parents had always told her she would, but she had never thought much on it or believed it. They were a small, poor family. How could they afford to send her there? From well before her birth, her parents had saved every penny they could until she was 10, when they sent a medium sized sack of coins and a letter to Hogwarts, detailing her bloodline and upbringing. This was the reason her parents didn't have more children (who could've helped out o n the farm), so they could put everything they had into their first. She went off to Hogwarts, meager, second-hand supplies and ratty clothes in hand. Barely in her life had she seen a silver coin, but she did that day in Diagon Alley, and no little more than that.
Upon arriving at Hogwarts, she immediately applied herself to catching up to her better-born peers with basic magic. She spent nearly all her time in the library or generally just practicing spells in empty classrooms, teaching herself from books where she could. She wanted to match and surpass the other students. By third year, she has caught up with most of their knowledge, though she sorely neglected her personal life and barely has a friend to speak of.
Plotting: Her parents are wizards but has muggle in her heritage, so some people may just not know what to do with that. She's equally likely to spit on someone more noble than she is or to kiss up to them to advance herself, though she rarely interacts with people for extended periods of time. Now, having caught up in her studies, she will have more time to basically meet the people around her. As she is from a poor background, she's very sensitive about money and would be very tempted by seeing any. Hates charity, of course, but money could easily be a big motivating factor in what she does. She would probably actually like to distance herself from muggleborns and other poor people i order to ain a good reputation.
Family: Her father brought the name Reynes from his muggle father, who married an Avery woman. She left her family avoiding a marriage and set about travelling the world, and eventually settled down with her muggle husband. Lior never understood the woman. On Lior's mother's side, there is no muggle blood as far as it's known. They were just a poor family who have lived in this small town of Rosecliff for as long as anyone can remember. Most other families like that in the city are a bit better off, more middle class and living closer to the center of town, though the Ingram family, somewhere a few generations back, had crippling debt that Moiraine's (Lior's mother) mother only just managed to pay off the last of. The family has been stuck in poverty for a while. |
2,627 | 56 | 18 | 905 | 2,479 | Amelia's hands were on her face now, trying to cover it in her embarrassment to be looked at by what seemed to be all of the females in her House.
She spoke to Avice through her fingers. "I was in a forest, and suddenly I couldn't move, something was grabbing me from behind and I couldn't move!" | Name: Isaac Prewett
Age: 13
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Aspen and unicorn hair. Twelve inches, middling pliability.
Personality: A confident and daring young fellow, with little fear of the unknown and untried. Easy to goad into unwise behavior, his recklessness is most often tempered not by a cautious quality of his own, but by that of his twin brother. He’s generally good natured and good humored, and he forgives almost as easily as he takes offense, giving him a gift for making friends out of enemies.
Bio: Isaac and his twin brother, Chandler, were a naturally inseparable pair from the very start. Their family have long since come to terms with this, and throughout their nobelman's upbringing, they were showed off to extended family and friends as a sort of "matching pair," where they would display well practiced drills in both wand and sword dueling. In these drills, Chandler intentionally mimicked any mistakes that Isaac made with his wand, while Isaac returned the favor with the sword, so that neither would outshine the other.
At Hogwarts, this mimicry of each others weaknesses ended, because they were no longer dealing with doting family, or friends who had to stay on good terms with their father. Instead, they began to make up for each other's failings. Isaac's stronger personality kept Chandler's social awkwardness from holding him back with his peers, and Chandler would ensure that Isaac turned in his assignments for his less favorite classes.
In their second year, they both played quidditch for their team, Chandler as a Chaser, and Isaac as a beater.
Plotting:
Family: The Prewetts are an old pure blooded family, noble and well respected. Isaac is one of a pair of twins who arrived at the castle in the same year. |
2,628 | 57 | 0 | 534 | 226 | 7:23 AM, Jurassic World Ferry Slip, Costa Rica
Tuvya looked out across the ferry slip as his limo came to a stop outside. The ferry had already arrived, it wasn't the one most visitors to the park were familiar with, the one that had been on hundreds of commercials, and was loaded with crowd pleasing amenities. Instead they were taking the utility ferry, it had been used to transport vehicles and heavy machinery to the island during the Park's operation. Still emblazoned with Jurassic World silver & blue and a logo on either side it had now been loaded with the vehicles and supplies Masrani was providing. Three ATVs, two UTVs, a G-Class, and a Unimog all loaded down with various camping and survival supplies. There was still more than enough space for the vehicle one of the team had been reported to be bringing.
He grabbed one of the limo's stocked cigars before climbing out of the the vehicle. It was allegedly winter, but the way the sun was beating down on him as he scanned around the area was unconvincing. Once he was satisfied he rapped his fist against the limo's roof and it slowly set off away from the slip. He was clearly the first to arrive, the only other living being there was the ferry captain who he could just make out through the window of the ship's bridge. He politely waved to the man with his free hand and got as much in reply.
Tuvya allowed a slight smile to cross his lips at the exchange as he brought the cigar to his mouth and pulled his lighter from his pants pocket. Tuvya had never been a smoker per se, but during his time in the Sayeret Matkal he had picked up a habit of having a cigar before and after every mission at the recommendation of his former CO. It had been awhile since he embarked on a genuinely life-threatening mission, but this promised to be just that, so he decided it was time to revive the tradition, hopefully one last time. Tuvya let out a slight cough as he took his first puff from the cigar, but after that first misstep memory took over and the cigar began to burn down puff by puff without a hitch as he walked to the edge of the water and looked out over the sea. It was a nice day, a nice cigar, and a nice view. There were worse ways to start a mission he thought to himself as he waited for the rest of the team to arrive. | Name: Tuvya Dahan
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 190 lbs
Role: Masrani Liason
Equipment: Fixed blade tanto knife, extendable cattle prod, Beretta 90two, Zippo lighter, cigar case with 5 cigars, and designer sunglasses. He also has a backpack with more supplies: A compass, whistles, paracord, canteen, change of clothes, first aid kit, zip ties, bug spray, and flashlights.
Background: Tuvya was born and raised in Jerusalem, a slightly above average student and mediocre footballer in school, he had decided long before graduating that he was going into the military. When he did join, he took to it like a fish to water, the drills, the guns, all of it just felt natural to him and it showed in his performance. Naturally he volunteered to join the Sayeret Matkal, Israel's special forces early in his career, and while he proved more than capable of physically enduring the grueling bootcamp, both of his first two attempts were marred by insubordination incidents that prevented his selection.
Still he persisted and on his third try was finally successful, and he got to spend the next two years of his life in training. From that point Tuvya was set upon missions across the globe, and with an impeccable success rate across his years of service he eventually caught the eyes of outside entities, one of those being Masrani Global who offered him a lucrative offer to work as an adviser and trainer for InGen's Security Division. While he enjoyed his work, and loved his country the money was too good to say no, especially considering how much easier the job would be, so when the time came, he gladly jumped ship. Since then Tuvya has worked stateside training InGen's Security, adjusting to corporate life.
With the massive casualties on the island, some of which were personnel he had trained himself, getting him to go to the island was simple enough. He was after all still an employee, and it wasn't hard to convince that the Isla Nublar incident was at least in part due to his own failing. |
2,629 | 57 | 1 | 1,817 | 193 | They had switched planes in San Jose. A representative from the American embassy joined them on the short hop to the coast. The US Marshall that accompanied Meryl from the early flight out of Miami chatted casually with the diplomat, mostly politics, some sports and future plans. Meryl glanced quietly from the window as the coast drew nearer and the small plane landed. A car was waiting at the end of the airstrip along with a Jeep marked up for the Costa Rican military. The representative greeted the waiting men and said a few words in Spanish. They glanced at Meryl, handcuffed, and laughed.
The Jeep led the way through a winding coastal town. The roads were narrow and lined with sun-bleached apartments and small vendor stands that the locals walked around on the street. A couple times the military officers in the Jeep had to shout and wave people out of the way and the Jeep coughed a puff of black smoke each time the driver accelerated and shifted gears. With her hands bound behind her, Meryl shifted uncomfortably in the leather seat and looked over at the Marshall flatly. He shrugged and gave a mildly sympathetic grin.
A limousine passed them going the opposite direction as they turned into the dockyards and Meryl could see the waiting freighter emblazoned with the iconic logo of the dinosaur skeleton between the dirty masts of fishing boats and salt-scarred shipping containers. She felt a low tightening in her gut and gulped in a small breath of air. The Jeep turned crisply in front of the ship where a solitary man was standing, smoking a cigar as equipment and supplies were being loaded into the ship.
Meryl could hear the introductions as the American diplomat was the first to get out followed by the driver who went around to the trunk and then the Marshall. The men in the escort Jeep merely looked on. For a moment, she sat alone, listening. She thought she heard the man’s name. It was something foreign, but she couldn’t quite make it out from inside the car. It sounded middle-eastern, but she wasn’t sure. A question was posed to the Marshall as he started to open her door. “I wouldn’t even give her a calculator until you got to that island.” He replied matter-of-factly.
The door opened in a blast of humid sea air and morning light that caused her to squint and look down as he helped her out of the car. The coastal breeze immediately blew her hair over her face and around her mouth. She calmly looked at the man as her eyes still worked to adjust to the light and puffed away a mouthful of hair locks. She decided it was at least comical to appear grimly undignified in front of these official types. The Marshall handed over the handcuff keys and she grinned a little at the introductions.
“This is Meryl,” the representative said plainly as if he were handing over a delinquent child to her parent. “You may or may not have had time to review her file, but she is now under your employ. Washington has already completed the necessary transfers via your lobbyist and the acting boardmembers.” | Name: Meryl Dejarnette
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 132 lbs
Appearance: Meryl has an average and balanced figure, not exotic or voluptuous in any way and family members often chastise her for not eating enough. Hair is a soft, dark brown that parts in the center arcing around her eyes to frame her face just a few inches past shoulder length. Face is smooth and symmetrical with only the slightest hint of deviance when she smirks or makes an off-color remark while eyes are heterochromic with right being dark brown and the left being green. She enjoys the outdoors and her skin is a gentle tan while her clothing choice is not exactly fashionable with dark or camouflage patterned capri pants and tank tops with sneakers. She does wear lightly-tinted glasses from time to time while working and rarely any jewelry of any kind.
Role: Computer Expert
Equipment: Meryl has only been allowed to choose from the inventory of Masrani Corp. and not allowed to bring any of her personal equipment. Even so, the offerings presented to her were very Spartan: Pentest equipment with battery pack, RF Hacker, Ubertooth, Proxmark Device, Wifi Pineapple, Alfa Network Boards, a USB rubber ducky, military grade durable laptop, tablet and GPS tracker. She will, however, be sneaking in her own set of lock picks.
Background: When the final list of candidates for tech slot came through for review at the Masrani board meeting only one submission was returned to the recruiters stating, not just ‘No’, but ‘Hell No’. However, what was quickly pointed out in the recruitment staff’s rebuttal was that this slot could potentially cost the company virtually nothing if the right selection was made and the right leverage applied, thusly leaving the company more capital to buy much higher for the other team positions. For a company in the throes of bankruptcy and with one last investment to make, it was considered a master stroke and after a few calls by their Washington lobbyist, Meryl Dejarnette was released from custody from the US Marshall Service.
For several years, Dejarnette had honed her corporate espionage craft starting from her first job as a receptionist at a small-town power company to becoming competent enough to sell her skills to top bidders in larger and larger markets. Known by several handles, her most famous exploits came under the names of Shade, Shadetree, and Shadwick. It was under these aliases that she had been hired to infiltrate Masrani. Her client was interested in drawing from the Costa Rican money exchange from international tourism entering the park as well as being a broker of other information related to company’s various investments and infrastructure.
Meryl’s efforts went largely unnoticed for some time and when she was discovered the link was still not directly traceable. With some help from their American political connections, anxious to be on the forefront of cyber “security”, charges were conjured up through the IRS and Meryl was arrested by the Marshall Service and detained in what amounted to a minor media side note as the park continued on in operation. Under the shadow of paid bureaucracy Meryl was being detained indefinitely as a corporate prisoner when the evacuation of Isla Nublar took place.
In exchange for taking the tech position on the team (and subsequent completion of the mission) Masrani has agreed to see to it that all charges brought against Meryl be withdrawn and her record be stricken of all previous counts, flags and connections with corporate and industrial espionage. |
2,630 | 57 | 2 | 2,450 | 332 | The notes were extensive, to say the least; The heavy binder was full to nearly bursting with data sheets, observation reports and even full anatomical reports on each and every species that had been bred in Jurassic Park, and the later Jurassic World. No detail was deemed to small in the reports, and that was just the way Claude O'Malley liked it. They had been one of his first requests when he'd agreed to the job, and he'd even insisted on contacting Roland Tembo about the White hunter's experience dealing with the animals in the wild on Isla Sorna. Luckily, from what Masarni had told him, it seemed they had been had at least the common sense to not breed many predatory species. That was some small comfort, going into an alien enviorment full of animals that should have been dead for millions of years.
Almost immediately Claude had decided that he didn't care much for his Costa Rican escorts. These military men had little patience, and they practically drove through the locals to get to the docks as quickly as possible. He did get on well with the Masrani represenative, though; Tall, wirey and pushing 60, Mr. Calhoun was polite and professional, and provided everything that Claude had needed to acquaint himself with his quarry. The man had once been InGen's CLO, hired by Masrani for his experience in dealing with the old company's Japanese investors, and had been instrumental in securing the funds to get Jurassic World on track, and for helping to quell the outrage of its' detractors who still remembered the destruction caused in Los Angeles by InGen's attempt to restart their project in 1999.
"We can't thank you enough for this, Mr. O'Malley" Calhoun said, shifting papers from his own thick stack as he tried to make himself more comfortable in the jeep. "Your payment's just been confirmed. All that's left is to tend to this...nasty business."
Claude nodded shortly, looking out the window at the dock. Already a few people were gathered, men loading supplies onto a ferry while another smoked beside his limo; Middle-Eastern, late thirties, carrying himself like a soldier. Another jeep was there as well, and a young White woman stepped out, surrounded by law-enforment. As they pulled to a stop beside the other jeep, he noticed Calhoun's face melt into a scowl when he saw the blonde, and as they stepped out he glared at the woman the entire time. It wasn't his business, though, and unless it was going to affect the mission, he wouldn't ask.
"Meryl." Calhoun said with barely concealed contempt. "How's Dodgson these days?" The was no doubt as to who he meant. Lewis Dodgson was well known in the genetic engineering circles as one of the most ambitious, and reckless, men in the field, and he was currently in hiding from the FBI. During his employment with Biosyn he'd been implicated in extensive corporate espionage against InGen in the late 80s and early 90s, and then against Masrani when they'd first started the Jurassic Park project back up. The lawyer continued his cold glare for a long moment before he nodded over to Claude.
"This is Mr. Claude O'Malley, he'll be your field guide for this mission. If he tells you to do something in the wild, I'd advise you follow his orders to the letter." | Name: Claude O'Malley
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Role: Hunter
Equipment: Survival khakis, olive drab fatigue shirt and bucket hat, ruck sack, .700 nitro express rifle (30 rounds), bowie knife, canteen, field rations.
Background: There isn't much to be said about this man. Born and raised in Southern Kenya, Claude spent most of his early life among the clients of his father, mostly European and Asian big game hunters, and took to following the man's footsteps early on. He learned everything about the animals of his region, from feeding habits to each individual sign and footprint. By his early teens he was accompanying his father in guiding tourists, and by 18 was starting to take over the duties on his own.
Over the years he developed as stellar reputation as one the best in his field in the country, and it was this that naturally attracted Masrani's attention when the time came to clean up the mess on Isla Nublar. |
2,631 | 57 | 3 | 672 | 624 | The drab-painted jeep had been waiting for her at the airport, the matching field trailer attached to the back. Knowing that if the equipment survived the job on Isla Nublar it would belong to her was little comfort to someone who had just spent 18 hours in the air after a three week expedition into the blistering Outback.
"Least I didna get too used to hot showers and cold A/C then, aye? This thing's a beaut. Better not cark it when I'm trying to outrun a pack a rapto's." The valet who was waiting by the Jeep clearly didn't speak Australian. Rubbing her hands through her short-cropped black hair, the tattooed Biologist opened the driver's side door and hopped in. Everything was crisp and new. She almost felt bad, her clothes and her hiking bag well-worn and grubby by comparison. Almost.
It took her longer to get down to the docks than she might have preferred, not because she found it difficult to drive through crowded streets where feral chickens scurried out of the way of her new tires, but because she needed time to make a private call. Sara Harding's voice sounded tinny and distorted over the satellite phone.
"...I hope you know what you're doing, Max. This project has killed more people than I like to think about."
Maxine turned a tight corner and was cut off by a farm truck and spent a few minutes trading honks and middle fingers with the other driver before continuing.
"I've had a gander at the notes you sent me. Cheers for that, but the way. I'm pretty sure I can handle treating these animals if it comes to it. Masrani sent me all the lab's info on every disease and injury they ever worked on. Loads of proper case studies and diagrams. Wu was a ratbag sure enough but he knew his work."
Stuffed in Maxine's bag was a copy of the manifest of species currently roaming the new park, photos, pharmacology information based on drugs they'd tried to treat the animals with, medical references ranges for all the basic laboratory analysis, detailed dietary and behavioural information, but in a moment of second-guessing her decision she'd phoned the one person she could think of who could give her some perspective on the whole fiasco. Looking back, Max wasn't sure she'd ever gotten off the phone with the behaviourist since she'd first been held up by Masrani reps on the tarmac in Oz. She'd only met the older woman briefly years ago but their shared concern had brought them together quickly. Sara had sent her a packet of info overnight that included a brochure and other information from the original park and a personal log from Sara's experience with Masrani's predecessor.
"It's not the animals you have to worry about...as much..." Sara argued, and half-way around the planet Maxine could hear real worry in her voice, "it's those people. You can't trust them. Don't. They'll get you killed in order to protect their corporate interests. All they care about is what money they can make."
She'd seen the personnel files on those who were supposed to be joining them. Most of them were little more than a photo and a name. Max reached down to run a finger along the short barrel of the revolver holstered under her khakis. She'd put it on as soon as her luggage cleared customs.
"Well...I'm not here for their secrets. I'm here for the animals and that's that. They didn't ask to be dragged sixty-five million years through time and cramped on a tiny island."
There was a moment of silence and the docks finally came into view. The company's ferry was easy to spot, even without the workers waving her down to the loading ramp.
"I'm here."
"Good luck, Max. Be careful."
"I will. We'll share a pair 'o stubbies when I'm done here."
Max shoved the phone into her back and with a bunch of salty bitching through the open window of her new Jeep, managed to get the thing situated on the ferry. Parked too close to the railing to open the door, she simply hoisted herself out of the window and stomped along the roof until she could hop down. She was wearing a black tank top that revealed full sleeves of tattoos down her arms and khaki cargo pants that were worn where they settled around her scuffed hiking boots. She was tall but athletic, the faint crinkle of laugh lines in her face those of someone who'd spent a lot of time in the bush. | Name: Maxine 'Max' Loring
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Height: 1.7m
Weight: 74.8kg
Appearance: Half-indonesian, half-white, all Australian. Fairly tall for a woman and physically fit. Bronze skin that is usually also tanned (or at least sunburned). Short black hair, pixie-bob style. Plenty of tattoos and piercings, though her jewelry is missing or at least subdued when she is working in the field.
Role: Veterinarian
Qualifications: Doctorate in Veterinary Medicine from RCVS specializing in Zoo and Wildlife medicine. Master's of Wildlife Biology. Certifications in Zoology and Herpetology. Royal Army Veterinary Corp (Veterinary Officer). AEMV, ARAV, AAV, and EAZW diplomat.
Equipment: Gas/Electric Hybrid Jeep Wrangler with matte camo paint job.
8x10' Box trailer out-fitted as a prep and treatment room for animal specimens. Examples of equipment include: Fold-out scrub table, portable radiograph and ultrasound with viewscreen, portable EKG, SP02, ETC02, and inhalant gas anesthesia cart. Extended surgical steel surgery pack (includes suture, scalpel blades, sterile gauze, etc.)
Several dozen individually wrapped conservation-style GPS markers with satellite transponders and on-board tracking system.
Fluid chemistry analyzer with automated centrifuge and CBC. Also includes specimen containers and blood tubes for sampling analysis.
C02-powered IM dart rifle with two cartridges of pre-loaded Immobilon high-strength tranquilizer darts (and human antidote in easy-inject hypodermic syringes).
Styrofoam incubator with automated thermometer/hygrometer.
Standard veterinary patient support gear such as IV fluids, heat support, and a stock of injectable drugs for various conditions.
GoPro with rechargeable RC drone and extended recordable USB memory.
Personal gear: Hiking pack, extra clothes, personal rations, Smith & Wesson Model 642LS with extra ammo and thigh holster, basic survival gear.
Background: Born in Brisbane and only an hour away from the Australia Zoo, Max seemed destined to a career that put her inches away from some of the most exciting and dangerous animals on Earth. At 18 she moved to Edinburgh to attend the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons to earn a degree in Veterinary Science with a secondary degree in Wildlife Biology. Opting to specialize in Wildlife and Zoo medicine, she completed a two-year externship with the Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust studying large reptiles like komodo dragons, saltwater crocodiles, and large snakes in Southeast Asia. At 25, Max joined the Royal Army Veterinary Corps Reserves and as part of her commitment was trained and deployed with a medical unit to treat and triage military working animals in active warzones in Malawi. For the past few years she has been back in Australia coordinating conservation efforts in her home country and treating exotic pets on the side.
Max was in attendance at the Royal College of Veterinarians in Edinburgh when Sara Harding had come to give a speech about the potentially devastating consequences of InGen's foolish and financially-motivated plunge into the recreation of exotic species. On the one hand she had almost been beside herself at the thought of actually seeing a living, breathing dinosaur up close. But on the other hand she had never doubted that something bad would come of bringing these animals back from extinction. The fate of the first park hadn't been widely known, the the original samples of dinosaur tissue and the strange reports out of Costa Rica had been talking about in hushed voices. The catastrophe of the second park was something Max had heard about from a friend at base-camp over the satellite radio, never thinking she'd ever have anything to do with it.
Until she got off the plane two days later after a three month stretch in the Outback and a greasy-haired business executive in a polished suit and dark sunglasses had approached her across the sweltering tarmac. "Ms. Loring? Could I have a word with you please?" Her eyes narrowing shrewdly, the veterinarian spotted a black un-marked SUV partly hidden behind the next accordion terminal. The hot Australian sun glared off the slim briefcase in his hand and she made out the logo for Masrani Global. |
2,632 | 57 | 4 | 1,720 | 398 | Elena bypassed the airport's customs to the curious and mildly amused gazes of several officials, the Masrani representative and U.S. Air Marshall hustling her to a waiting vehicle outside. They didn't really want her to be seen, considering what she was wearing, and the suspiciously shaped bundles thrown over her shoulder with her backpack. She did, in fact, look decidedly military, or more likely paramilitary, and her stance and posture told anyone who glanced that she was very excited.
Driving to the small port where they’d launch from, to start their mission, she turned to the US Air Marshall, who was on orders from both the US Government to clear her and ensure she didn’t encounter any trouble, armed as she was.
“Thanks Billy! It’s amazing what you spooks can do, getting all my stuff brought on a public flight without any problem at all. Ten out of ten, I’d say! Definitely would fly again. You’re not joining us on the island, are you? A shame, it’s gonna be great!”
She beamed at Air Marshall Travis Billard, causing the slightly younger, very definitely less experienced Marshal to actually blush. Nonetheless, he was exceedingly aware of the weapons that she casually carried, if hidden underneath a jacket, and her status as a former Marine. Crazy bastards, he thought. She wanted to travel to an island filled with man-eaters.
Pulling through crowds of the natives, the small airport-loaned van stopped to let her out on the curbside. The Masrani rep followed her out, the driver and the Marshall staying in the vehicle. They were going to be taking the Masrani back to the airport; the guy was just escorting her. Unlike the rest of them, this one was clearly uneasy at her presence, and was maybe fifty years old. Nonetheless, she kept pace with the rapidly-walking representative and stared curiously at everything. The smaller utility ferry, the loads of supplies, the few other people already assembled. She recognized the mission’s Masrani representative immediately, and began striding over to him. Her escort happily broke off and went to return home.
Stopping in front of the man- Tuvya, she recalled- and a couple of others, she stiffened, her face sobering.
“Hired Security Specialist Elena Berezina, reporting for the last dinosaur tour!” she said, voice serious and clear, devoid of emotion or accent. After a moment, she couldn’t resist smirking slightly, and adding, “I’m your resident mercenary!”
And, being the forward and outward person she was, she jutted out her hand, silently demanding to shake everyone’s hands, going around to all of them. She stared curiously at Meryl’s handcuffs, but said nothing. It didn’t matter to her, not really. She’d withhold judgement, and besides, she might have to place her life in any one of these people- better not to hold a grudge against anyone here.
“I’ve served with the Marines as a Navy Corpsman for just short a decade. We get attacked, I’m your girl!”
She grinned at them all, and shifted slightly underneath the weight of her gear. She couldn’t wait to get back in the field.
“So where should I put my stuff?” | Name: Elena Berezina Age: 30 and 1/2
Gender: Female Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 145 lbs.
Appearance:
A kind-hearted, pretty redheaded face atop a slim, average figure. Beneath the clothing, however, there is little fat; she's wiry and tough, almost entirely unmarred from her times overseas beyond her rough hands, a few hidden scars, and a steel and determination in an otherwise cheerful and curious stare. She's kinda short, and many wouldn't think she's a threat, but she's okay with it.
Primary Role: Security Secondary Role: Medic Has experience with: Computers
If an item is preceded by the "-^-" symbol, that means that it is CONTAINED in the above ITEM.
2x Tropic Shemagh scarf (one worn around neck)
Shoulder-slung .308 Tikka T3x Compact Marksman Rifle (Already loaded)
1x Green Light Tactical Vest
-^- M1911A1, waterproofed, worn but cleaned
-^- x4 .45 M1911 Magazines (One loaded), loaded with extremely potent G2 RIP rounds
-^- Mounted on left shoulder, Combat Knife + scabbard
-^- x4 .308 10Round magazines (lower)
-^- x2 Hard plastic water bottles (in the place of assault rifle magazines)
2x Tropic-camo long-sleeved t-shirts (one worn by default)
Green hunting backpack
-^- 10x high-energy nutrient bars
-^- 3x Hard plastic water bottles
-^- 1x bottle of water purification tablets
-^- 2x Small loaf of bread
-^- 4x Package of beef jerky
-^- 'Hygenic' items
-^- Coil of rope
-^- 3x Apples
-^- Satellite Phone
-^- Smartphone
-^- Portable battery/charger
Worn family satchel bag
-^- 2 rolls of gauze
-^- 2 rolls of adhesive tape
-^- 2 morphine injectors
-^- 1 roll ducttape
-^- 1 package of antiseptic wipes
-^- Variety of painkillers
-^- Sharp scissors
-^- 4 pairs of latex gloves
-^- 3 different types of tweezers
-^- Small bottle of alcohol
-^- Small gauze pads
-^- Small selection of band-aids
-^- 2 rolls of elastic bandages
1x Green tactical belt
-^- Rightside, tactical tomahawk with handle slipped through a steel ring (See: onehanded axes in Skyrim)
-^- Leftside, Tactical machete and scabbard
1x Olive green pocketed cargo pants (worn by default, filled with the following)
-^- Flashlight, waterproof
-^- 2 extra sets of batteries, waterproof
-^- Leatherman Multitool
-^- 2x Box of Matches, in a plastic bag
-^- Small lighter, waterproof
-^- 4x High-energy nutrient bars
Olive hard-knuckle combat gloves
Olive tactical knee pads
4x pairs of thick grey socks (one worn)
Black combat boots
Background:
Elena was born and raised to be intelligent and upstanding, even as she became a tomboy. Born into a military-minded family, where her father served, and his father, and so on, ever since the Civil war, it's practically the family's lifeblood to go, serve America, and then start a family. Each generation saw a more or less identical set of children- two boys, or one boy and one girl. His father had a sister, who went on to become lawyer, while he worked for Lockheed Martin. Growing up, Elena found herself the older sister to the next in line for the Berezina military tradition.
However, her father wanted two boys- and, having failed in that, he decided to try and raise Elena to join in on the male's tradition of joining the military.
She blazed through school, failing to make top 10% but nonetheless being smart enough to hold her own, and blazed her way through university, graduating with a degree in Information Technology, before immediately enlisting to become a Navy Corpsman. Despite being well-behaved, if lively, during her school years, her gung-ho side revealed itself as she trained to become, in all intents and purposes, to become a Marine with Navy Medic training, not only becoming respected by the Marines that she trained with, served with, and later sometimes saved, but also talked about.
Eight years serving actively with the Marine Core all over the world, she was honorably discharged and went home. In an effort to get over the lack of action, of the total lack of exciting things, she set out to just DO things! She visited Jurassic World, and on that very day, everything went to hell.
It didn't take more than a day for her to sign up for the Masrani mission, after being contacted. It seems that one of the Marines she knew in her time had joined up, and recommended her. |
2,633 | 57 | 5 | 534 | 226 | Tuvya had watched as the team members showed up one by one at the ferry slip. He took a mental note of each as they arrived, he had spent the last two day studying their dossiers, it certainly wasn't the team he would have picked, but if it had been there'd be no need for him. He'd only gotten about halfway through his cigar by the time the last one arrived so he put it out against the railing and stuffed it into the breast pocket of his button up shirt as the latest arrival approached him with an outstretched hand which he shook in turn, introducing himself before heading towards the stairs to the ferry's bridge. He had just reached the base of the stairs when he heard her question regarding where to put "her stuff".
He spoke loudly bordering on a shout to ensure he was audible throughout the entirety of the ship. "Wherever you'd like Ms. Berezina! Make yourself at home. That goes for all of you!"
He climbed up to the top of the stairs before continuing. "I'm Tuvya Dahan, I'm here to make sure that none of you get any ideas about going off-script, our goals on Isla Nublar are very clear."
He paused for a moment considering whether or not to continue it was obvious. "In case you need those goals reiterated or weren't clear on them, I am gonna go over them one last time before we set off. First, to search for and aid any survivors we might encounter. Now, to be honest, odds aren't good that we'll find anything but bodies so be prepared for that." He looked at Ms. Dejarnette as he finished that sentence, of everyone there she was the least likely to have seen death before.
"Second, we're gonna be deactivating the security measures that keep the specimens contained, we should be the last humans to step foot on the island so keeping them confined to certain areas is just asking for some overzealous animal rights activists to get themselves killed trying to "Free" them. Our third objective goes hand in hand with that and is why we have the lovely Ms. Loring here" He gestured towards the veterinarian. "As I said this is the last time humans should set foot on Isla Nublar, so it's the last chance they'll get at veterinary care. We don't want to find that the entire island is a lifeless husk six months down the road and then have a bunch of lawsuits on our hands about how we caused the second extinction of the dinosaurs."
He took a deep breath "Our fourth objective is really damn simple, but possibly the most dangerous. As you might know, Jurassic World was home to a particularly dangerous aquatic specimen, a 'Mosasaurus' it is contained in a saltwater lagoon connected to the ocean by subterranean tunnels. Naturally those have been barred off because a Mosasaurus in the wild could cause unfathomable ecological devastation. We need to make sure the confinements are sufficient to hold the Mosasaurus for it's lifespan and if they're not, we need to make them so, and failing that, as a measure of last resort it would fall to us to exterminate the specimen."
"Finally we're going there to DESTROY all research and embryonic specimens remaining on the island, and you're being paid plenty enough for that. If I catch you trying to copy any files or smuggle any research or specimens off the island, then you won't be leaving the island." He paused to let that set in before deciding to continue with something a bit more lighthearted. "With that said, I don't think Starbucks or Pandora are coming back for their stuff, so once we're done with everything else if you see anything you like, feel free to take it. Cappuccino machines, jewelry, clothes, booze, whatever you can carry is yours. Consider it your souvenirs from the very last visit to Jurassic World."
He smirked and rapped his fist against the bridge's window a few times before showing his hand with all five fingers extended to the captain through the glass. "We set off in five, so if you have any mainland related business to attend, you better do it now!" | Name: Tuvya Dahan
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 190 lbs
Role: Masrani Liason
Equipment: Fixed blade tanto knife, extendable cattle prod, Beretta 90two, Zippo lighter, cigar case with 5 cigars, and designer sunglasses. He also has a backpack with more supplies: A compass, whistles, paracord, canteen, change of clothes, first aid kit, zip ties, bug spray, and flashlights.
Background: Tuvya was born and raised in Jerusalem, a slightly above average student and mediocre footballer in school, he had decided long before graduating that he was going into the military. When he did join, he took to it like a fish to water, the drills, the guns, all of it just felt natural to him and it showed in his performance. Naturally he volunteered to join the Sayeret Matkal, Israel's special forces early in his career, and while he proved more than capable of physically enduring the grueling bootcamp, both of his first two attempts were marred by insubordination incidents that prevented his selection.
Still he persisted and on his third try was finally successful, and he got to spend the next two years of his life in training. From that point Tuvya was set upon missions across the globe, and with an impeccable success rate across his years of service he eventually caught the eyes of outside entities, one of those being Masrani Global who offered him a lucrative offer to work as an adviser and trainer for InGen's Security Division. While he enjoyed his work, and loved his country the money was too good to say no, especially considering how much easier the job would be, so when the time came, he gladly jumped ship. Since then Tuvya has worked stateside training InGen's Security, adjusting to corporate life.
With the massive casualties on the island, some of which were personnel he had trained himself, getting him to go to the island was simple enough. He was after all still an employee, and it wasn't hard to convince that the Isla Nublar incident was at least in part due to his own failing. |
2,634 | 57 | 6 | 534 | 226 | The ferry approached the island to a scene that had not been seen in many years. Emptiness, the jetties of the ferry landing were completely abandoned save for a lone dimorphodon that sat perched at the edge and watched for several minutes as the ship approached before departing as it drew close, flying off towards the center of the island. From here it looked like any other small tropical island, and on this clear winter day it was actually kind of beautiful. Without hundreds of people at it's shores the only real indication of the park was the 'Welcome to Isla Nublar' banners that hung above the jetty.
Tuvya borrowed a pair of binoculars from the ship's captain as they came close to the landing. From the stairway next to the bridge he scanned across the jetty and onto what of the island he could see through the thick tropical forest. He was looking for any sign of survivors but was met with nothing, not a single sign of a living human. He noted an abrupt movement of the foliage near the waters edge that he only caught a glance of but dismissed it as likely wildlife, assuming any survivor on the island would be eager to get the attention of any passing ship.
The ferry passed by without incident and approached it's destination, hidden from the ferry landing by a copse of trees about a half a mile north stood the utility dock. As it came into view it's unremarkable features were revealed, a single roomed guard post and a utility shed set atop a large concrete platform the terminated at a dirt road that led onto the island proper. In addition a white and blue crane truck with the Jurassic World logo one the door and a similarly decorated forklift sat parked near the edge of the platform.
As the ship drew closer Tuvya stepped into the ship's bridge and grabbed the PA microphone, clearing his throat before pressing the button on the side and speaking. "If you look to the northeast you can see our destination, when we arrive we'll be disembarking the vehicles onto the utility platform. Once they're on the island the ferry will depart and we'll be stuck on the island until we're done. From there we'll cut across the golf course to get to 'Main Street' stopping at the clubhouse to search for any survivors in between."
He paused before continuing, "Main street might still be overrun with less than friendly dinosaurs, so be prepared for that, I'd defer to Mr. O'Malley on how to handle that eventuality. If you have any questions, now is the last time to ask."
He hung up the microphone and exited the bridge, continuing downstairs to the ferry's main deck. Where he leaned against the grill of the Unimog and reached for the cigar in his breast pocket before thinking better of it. Instead he just stared at the utility platform as the ferry closed in on it's destination. | Name: Tuvya Dahan
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 190 lbs
Role: Masrani Liason
Equipment: Fixed blade tanto knife, extendable cattle prod, Beretta 90two, Zippo lighter, cigar case with 5 cigars, and designer sunglasses. He also has a backpack with more supplies: A compass, whistles, paracord, canteen, change of clothes, first aid kit, zip ties, bug spray, and flashlights.
Background: Tuvya was born and raised in Jerusalem, a slightly above average student and mediocre footballer in school, he had decided long before graduating that he was going into the military. When he did join, he took to it like a fish to water, the drills, the guns, all of it just felt natural to him and it showed in his performance. Naturally he volunteered to join the Sayeret Matkal, Israel's special forces early in his career, and while he proved more than capable of physically enduring the grueling bootcamp, both of his first two attempts were marred by insubordination incidents that prevented his selection.
Still he persisted and on his third try was finally successful, and he got to spend the next two years of his life in training. From that point Tuvya was set upon missions across the globe, and with an impeccable success rate across his years of service he eventually caught the eyes of outside entities, one of those being Masrani Global who offered him a lucrative offer to work as an adviser and trainer for InGen's Security Division. While he enjoyed his work, and loved his country the money was too good to say no, especially considering how much easier the job would be, so when the time came, he gladly jumped ship. Since then Tuvya has worked stateside training InGen's Security, adjusting to corporate life.
With the massive casualties on the island, some of which were personnel he had trained himself, getting him to go to the island was simple enough. He was after all still an employee, and it wasn't hard to convince that the Isla Nublar incident was at least in part due to his own failing. |
2,635 | 57 | 7 | 1,817 | 193 | The handcuffs were removed not long after she boarded. A pair of Costa Rican shiphands escorted her on to the ship and she was careful to abide by the old sailing maxim to step onboard with her right foot first for good luck. They seemed to appreciate the consideration and kindly tossed her bags in the back of the veterinarian’s Jeep and set on about their business with hardly a word. Meryl rubbed her wrists from the grazing of metal cuffs. Now that she was free to look around she began to take stock of the others from behind her sunglasses the Marshall was kind enough to hand back over with a less-than-comforting smile and a wave.
She immediately did not care for their apparent overseer. With the death of Simon Masrani, it had apparently only taken a few days for this whole operation to turn into another InGen fiasco. She found it amusing how they thought not just a liason or guide was needed, but an actual supervisor of sorts who had already threatened them all with consequences for going, “off-script”. What a tool. She thought and shook her head with a tiny grimace. It occurred to her that his true purpose was most likely to keep her in line and perhaps the vet as well. However, she had noticed Ms. Loring was packing her own sizeable sidearm and did not seem the type to take orders very well from corporate stooges. Same for the other man, O’Malley.
Unlike the others, Meryl had been given scant little information about the mission. When Tuvya outlined the apparent “plan” she tried hard not to laugh out loud, but only managed a faintly controlled guffaw. It was classic InGen: Full of threats and not really in control of anything. She had spied on their inter-workings for years. They were a truly typical corporate operation in that respect, but unlike other businesses, when things went south, people didn’t just lose their employment or pensions, they instead tended to die quickly and in fantastical ways. She paid little attention to his grandstanding and anticipated that his existence would last about as long as it would take for him to realize he was the fall-guy when the whole thing went to pot. The redhead seemed to be a willing order-taker for him. Shame. She thought. Redheads were bad for sailing as well.
As the island approached, she sat down Indian-style in front of the Jeep’s great bumper. With the eastern sunrise behind them and the Jeep loaded at the very stern of the ferry she had the rising sun to her back and comfortable shade allowing her to watch everyone else as she took a quick glance over her equipment pack provided by Masrani deciding what she would carry and what would have to ride. She furrowed her brow a little. The offerings were not the worst setup, but not the best either. It did seem at least as though they actually might have wanted her to succeed which she would have appreciated if she trusted them in the least. | Name: Meryl Dejarnette
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 132 lbs
Appearance: Meryl has an average and balanced figure, not exotic or voluptuous in any way and family members often chastise her for not eating enough. Hair is a soft, dark brown that parts in the center arcing around her eyes to frame her face just a few inches past shoulder length. Face is smooth and symmetrical with only the slightest hint of deviance when she smirks or makes an off-color remark while eyes are heterochromic with right being dark brown and the left being green. She enjoys the outdoors and her skin is a gentle tan while her clothing choice is not exactly fashionable with dark or camouflage patterned capri pants and tank tops with sneakers. She does wear lightly-tinted glasses from time to time while working and rarely any jewelry of any kind.
Role: Computer Expert
Equipment: Meryl has only been allowed to choose from the inventory of Masrani Corp. and not allowed to bring any of her personal equipment. Even so, the offerings presented to her were very Spartan: Pentest equipment with battery pack, RF Hacker, Ubertooth, Proxmark Device, Wifi Pineapple, Alfa Network Boards, a USB rubber ducky, military grade durable laptop, tablet and GPS tracker. She will, however, be sneaking in her own set of lock picks.
Background: When the final list of candidates for tech slot came through for review at the Masrani board meeting only one submission was returned to the recruiters stating, not just ‘No’, but ‘Hell No’. However, what was quickly pointed out in the recruitment staff’s rebuttal was that this slot could potentially cost the company virtually nothing if the right selection was made and the right leverage applied, thusly leaving the company more capital to buy much higher for the other team positions. For a company in the throes of bankruptcy and with one last investment to make, it was considered a master stroke and after a few calls by their Washington lobbyist, Meryl Dejarnette was released from custody from the US Marshall Service.
For several years, Dejarnette had honed her corporate espionage craft starting from her first job as a receptionist at a small-town power company to becoming competent enough to sell her skills to top bidders in larger and larger markets. Known by several handles, her most famous exploits came under the names of Shade, Shadetree, and Shadwick. It was under these aliases that she had been hired to infiltrate Masrani. Her client was interested in drawing from the Costa Rican money exchange from international tourism entering the park as well as being a broker of other information related to company’s various investments and infrastructure.
Meryl’s efforts went largely unnoticed for some time and when she was discovered the link was still not directly traceable. With some help from their American political connections, anxious to be on the forefront of cyber “security”, charges were conjured up through the IRS and Meryl was arrested by the Marshall Service and detained in what amounted to a minor media side note as the park continued on in operation. Under the shadow of paid bureaucracy Meryl was being detained indefinitely as a corporate prisoner when the evacuation of Isla Nublar took place.
In exchange for taking the tech position on the team (and subsequent completion of the mission) Masrani has agreed to see to it that all charges brought against Meryl be withdrawn and her record be stricken of all previous counts, flags and connections with corporate and industrial espionage. |
2,636 | 57 | 8 | 672 | 624 | Tromping over the bonnet of the jeep and bouncing down to the deck of the ferry with ease, Max moved to meet the others. It almost seemed a little ridiculous to have a military representative with them and she shook her head slightly at the sight of Elena's excessive baggage. Damn yank would have no idea how to handle inhuman insurgents. Max almost spoke up when Elena claimed she was on "the last dinosaur tour". Maybe they didn't know that feral populations of genetically recreated dinos had already been established on the mainland. And maybe they were dumb enough to think that this little party would actually be "the last". At any rate, she was just a veterinarian and it wasn't her job to correct them.
She missed it when the redhead attempted to shake her hand, or perhaps she was simply too busy eyeing Meryl's silver bracelets. But it wasn't a frown of contempt she displayed for the anti-outdoorsy young woman, but a slight grin. Whatever Meryl had done, if Masrani was willing to spring her from prison for this little escapade she must be good at her job.
After that, Tuvya started throwing his weight around as leader of their little pack so Max leaned back against the tail-end of her Jeep and crossed her arms over her bust. The full-sleeve tattoos down her arms almost made the limbs blend into each other with a semi-abstract impression of scales.
It seemed to Max that the others weren't expecting to run into any survivors but the veterinarian wasn't so sure. One thing she'd learned from so many field missions into the bush was that life was fairly tenacious, even human life. If indigeneous tribes could survive undiscovered in the bush for centuries alongside the predators of the modern world Max was sure a few people could have survived the relatively small number of days since the Jurassic World incident.
"We dunny seem to have a doctor with us but I did a tour with a RAF medical unit so if we come across anyone who's right crook or hurt I have a lot of the right equipment in here to deal with it." She slapped the metal side of the med-trailer.
When Tuvya indicated her, Max nodded with a bright grin and fluttered her eyelashes. "I am lovely. But in all seriousness, this isn't going to be like most surveying expeditions. These animals won't be available for any follow-up. Anything we find that is too injured to be fixed in one go will have to be euthed. Better that than letting it suffer." Something about the way she said it suggested the pretty vet would hold to the same standards when dealing with people.
She didn't comment about the Mosasaur. It should be easy enough for her to judge the viability of the containment system when she saw it. If it was anything like American cetecean enclosures it would probably fail long before the creature died of old age. She would also have to determine if the huge animal would be able to feed itself in such an environment. If not, they might as well kill it. If she agreed whole-heartedly with Tuvya on any particular point, it was on this one. The Mosasaur should not be allowed to roam wild in the world's ocean.
But that didn't stop her from smirking a little at his threats. Her intentions were her own. The two main objectives here were to look for survivors and assess the animals roaming loose on the island. She would be directly involved in both of those tasks with the others largely present to help make sure she could do her job. Typical.
The ride was not long and gave Max plenty of opportunity to check on her gear, making sure that the batteries and solar cell systems that would power her equipment in the trailer were all functioning. The supplies were wonderful but she ran her hands over virgin surgical packs and priceless medications with a her lips pressed in a thin line. The amount of money being thrown around here was criminal. What she wouldn't have given for access to this kind of gear while working with endangered croccodilians.
When they were getting closer and she could hear Tuvya over the grainy PA, she came out and spotted Meryl sitting in front of her Jeep. It appeared that the girl's stuff was already in the back seat too. Might as well make the invitation a formal one.
"G'Day. You don't seem too chuffed to be on this bodgy old tour. Can't blame you. Never got along with standover types like that Tuvya, myself. You're the techy type, yeah? Maybe you should ride with me until we find some research to destroy. I'll need someone to take the wheel if I have to drop a dino through the window."
She offered Meryl her bronzed and somewhat weathered hand to pull the girl to her feet and then glanced over the railing to see what Tuvya was talking about. She had a map of the park open across the dashboard in the vehicle and slid into the driver's seat to compare. | Name: Maxine 'Max' Loring
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Height: 1.7m
Weight: 74.8kg
Appearance: Half-indonesian, half-white, all Australian. Fairly tall for a woman and physically fit. Bronze skin that is usually also tanned (or at least sunburned). Short black hair, pixie-bob style. Plenty of tattoos and piercings, though her jewelry is missing or at least subdued when she is working in the field.
Role: Veterinarian
Qualifications: Doctorate in Veterinary Medicine from RCVS specializing in Zoo and Wildlife medicine. Master's of Wildlife Biology. Certifications in Zoology and Herpetology. Royal Army Veterinary Corp (Veterinary Officer). AEMV, ARAV, AAV, and EAZW diplomat.
Equipment: Gas/Electric Hybrid Jeep Wrangler with matte camo paint job.
8x10' Box trailer out-fitted as a prep and treatment room for animal specimens. Examples of equipment include: Fold-out scrub table, portable radiograph and ultrasound with viewscreen, portable EKG, SP02, ETC02, and inhalant gas anesthesia cart. Extended surgical steel surgery pack (includes suture, scalpel blades, sterile gauze, etc.)
Several dozen individually wrapped conservation-style GPS markers with satellite transponders and on-board tracking system.
Fluid chemistry analyzer with automated centrifuge and CBC. Also includes specimen containers and blood tubes for sampling analysis.
C02-powered IM dart rifle with two cartridges of pre-loaded Immobilon high-strength tranquilizer darts (and human antidote in easy-inject hypodermic syringes).
Styrofoam incubator with automated thermometer/hygrometer.
Standard veterinary patient support gear such as IV fluids, heat support, and a stock of injectable drugs for various conditions.
GoPro with rechargeable RC drone and extended recordable USB memory.
Personal gear: Hiking pack, extra clothes, personal rations, Smith & Wesson Model 642LS with extra ammo and thigh holster, basic survival gear.
Background: Born in Brisbane and only an hour away from the Australia Zoo, Max seemed destined to a career that put her inches away from some of the most exciting and dangerous animals on Earth. At 18 she moved to Edinburgh to attend the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons to earn a degree in Veterinary Science with a secondary degree in Wildlife Biology. Opting to specialize in Wildlife and Zoo medicine, she completed a two-year externship with the Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust studying large reptiles like komodo dragons, saltwater crocodiles, and large snakes in Southeast Asia. At 25, Max joined the Royal Army Veterinary Corps Reserves and as part of her commitment was trained and deployed with a medical unit to treat and triage military working animals in active warzones in Malawi. For the past few years she has been back in Australia coordinating conservation efforts in her home country and treating exotic pets on the side.
Max was in attendance at the Royal College of Veterinarians in Edinburgh when Sara Harding had come to give a speech about the potentially devastating consequences of InGen's foolish and financially-motivated plunge into the recreation of exotic species. On the one hand she had almost been beside herself at the thought of actually seeing a living, breathing dinosaur up close. But on the other hand she had never doubted that something bad would come of bringing these animals back from extinction. The fate of the first park hadn't been widely known, the the original samples of dinosaur tissue and the strange reports out of Costa Rica had been talking about in hushed voices. The catastrophe of the second park was something Max had heard about from a friend at base-camp over the satellite radio, never thinking she'd ever have anything to do with it.
Until she got off the plane two days later after a three month stretch in the Outback and a greasy-haired business executive in a polished suit and dark sunglasses had approached her across the sweltering tarmac. "Ms. Loring? Could I have a word with you please?" Her eyes narrowing shrewdly, the veterinarian spotted a black un-marked SUV partly hidden behind the next accordion terminal. The hot Australian sun glared off the slim briefcase in his hand and she made out the logo for Masrani Global. |
2,637 | 57 | 9 | 2,450 | 332 | Claude had been nearly silent throughout the trip, his nose still buried in the hefty binder, turning his attention away just long enough to provide cursory introductions. When they finally reached Isla Nublar, the guide swung his rifle around to take point, eyes and ears open for any sign of movement.
"Keep behind me, and leave anything with a strong smell behind." Was all he'd said as he started to search along with the Israeli. He wasn't exactly impressed with the threats the man had made, but he had no intention of offending him. After all, he had been paid a large sum, and he was a man of his word. So he searched silently, rifle held at the ready.
People always expected obvious signs of animal attacks. Blood everywhere, unidentifiable scraps of meat, or severed limbs. The truth was animals rarely left much behind, and you would be lucky to find the plastic tip of a shoelace or a button from a shirt. He could only imagine dinosaurs would leave even less. Unless they stumbled on fresh kills or living people, chances were they'd never find any signs of the missing people.
Which was why the broken watch on the ground gave him hope.
"Here." He said loud enough for Tuvya to hear him. He reached down and picked uo the watch, turning it over in his hand. Silver rolex, sized for an adult. "We may have a survivor close by. If they're smart, they've held up on main street. Easily defensible, lots of heavy objects to use as weapons, and lots of noise to frighten the animals off." He stood then, pocketing the watch and gesturing for the others to follow.
"There's no way they wouldn't notice the ferry, either. They'll probably try to get our attention." | Name: Claude O'Malley
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Role: Hunter
Equipment: Survival khakis, olive drab fatigue shirt and bucket hat, ruck sack, .700 nitro express rifle (30 rounds), bowie knife, canteen, field rations.
Background: There isn't much to be said about this man. Born and raised in Southern Kenya, Claude spent most of his early life among the clients of his father, mostly European and Asian big game hunters, and took to following the man's footsteps early on. He learned everything about the animals of his region, from feeding habits to each individual sign and footprint. By his early teens he was accompanying his father in guiding tourists, and by 18 was starting to take over the duties on his own.
Over the years he developed as stellar reputation as one the best in his field in the country, and it was this that naturally attracted Masrani's attention when the time came to clean up the mess on Isla Nublar. |
2,638 | 57 | 10 | 1,720 | 398 | Elena gave the man a smile, straightening again in a makeshift salute. She refused, however, to even consider giving him a literal salute, with her hand, as she would any commanding officer. Those were reserved to those she respected or those who were her literal superior; this man was just a representative, and a civilian at that.
Without another thought or word directed at the rest of them, she found a vehicle that didn’t appear to have anyone’s stuff thrown into it, and claimed it for herself. She noted the vehicle’s supplies, though- best to know where extras are if she loses any of her stuff. That taken care of, she threw off her overcoat, stowing it with her pack, and began a check over her weapons, all of which were already slung at her hip (minus her rifle, which had its own sheath with the pack).
She took off the sheaths that kept her machete’s and tactical axe’s blades dry and protected. After pulling each out and inspecting them, carefully, she practiced a few swings and then returned them to their slots. Next, she checked her knives, going over them for the same reason for her longer weapons. Satisfied they were ready, they were returned.
Next, she drew her handgun. Unlike the others, this one wasn’t actually loaded; none of her magazines were, besides one, at the moment. That would be asking for trouble. She slipped the current magazine out, and replaced one of her current magazines in her chest rig with it. The one she now held had ammunition- checking over the nasty, controversial ammunition gave her a brief chill. She had used the ammunition before, and she had to admit that it was maybe some of the nastiest ammunition she’d seen outside of military-grade 12.7mm+ weaponry. The eight ‘petals’ of the slug looked menacing enough, even without the knowledge of what it’ll do to a man. She slid the magazine smoothly into the handgrip, but didn’t load a round into its chamber. Safety on, no round in the chamber; safe. She returned it to its holster, and clipped the securing strap back around the top of handgrip, another precaution to keep it from being accidentally ejected.
Next, her rifle. By this time, anyone watching from the coast would have to use binoculars to make her out, so she didn’t feel quite as apprehensive about drawing the weapon around civilians. She’d had the aim to be a designated marksman; let’s hope that it paid off. Drawing the bolt-action rifle from its sheath, she checked it over like all the others. The weapon would do much more than the handgun; it had greater power, range, accuracy. For a moment, she felt a brief pang of loss at the fact that she had to use this thing, rather than her M4. She could’ve bought a semi-auto rifle instead of the bolty, but she had already spent a pretty penny on the rest of the gear; either it’d be downed by the bolty, or she’d use her sidearm.
She attached its sling, and threw it over her shoulder, muzzle pointing into the air. Satisfied that it’d sit correctly, she adjusted the straps slightly, and left it.
Now, she began loading all her handgun magazines with the G2 RIP ammunition. With 7 rounds per magazine, and making sure that the gun had one already chambered, she was officially 'locked and loaded.' She retrieved her rifle's small magazines out of her pack, and began sliding those into their respective slots alongside her M1911's magazines. Satisfied that everything was loaded and ready, besides being on safe, she turned to her other tasks at hand.
Content with her weapons during her weapons check, she did a cursory check of every item on her person at that moment, from her shemagh scarf to tactical vest to combat boots. Now fully satisfied with her gear, she waited leaned against the hull of the ferry, and hung out slightly over the water, watching the waves twinkle in the sunlight.
It took some time of slicing through the water before the ferry finally arrived at their destination, traveling on its best course at its top speed. The utility docks- those that the public never saw, because of how utilitarian and not-utopian it appeared- were just as overrun as what the video cameras of the tourist streets showed, before their feeds were cut. She had been watching the attacks live, there for a little while, when the news of Jurassic World’s downfall reached her. Trash scattered everywhere, alien feces here and there, small flashes of movement out of the corner of your eyes, and shifting in the jungle beyond the docks left no doubt that the dominant species here weren’t human.
Elena unslung and set down her rifle for a brief moment, as she retrieved her pack. Slinging it over her shoulders, she let it settle before she did the same with her rifle. Satisfied with her gear, she approached the rest of the team at the front of the ferry, where its ramp was lowering down to bridge the gap from port to ferry.
Drawing her M1911, she flanked the team to their left. Her sharp eyes scanned the distant jungle, the clear skies, and the utility buildings alike for any contacts, hostile or friendly. Right off the bat, their guide or hunter- she did preliminary reading on their team back home, so she knew who was who- started babbling about there being a survivor nearby. Glancing at the man, she saw that he held a broken watch in his head. Elena remained quietly skeptical; glancing around found at least three more similar watches on the ground, a variety of clothing and shoes, and other junk tourists or workers might’ve left. There’d undoubtedly be more in the more populated sections of the island; finding an item like that wasn’t anything special.
She kept her peace, however, and stayed at the ready. As a hired guard and medic, her job was to keep their people alive; her description never mentioned a leadership role, and it appeared the hunter-guide and the representative filled in the role of field commanders. Instead, she’d just issue warnings.
“No one wander off on your own. Stay in pairs, at least, and keep an eye out for both dangers and your fellows. If someone’s missing, report it immediately, and if you’ve got a problem, don’t hesitate to tell me. We want to return home with all our people alive, and then some- let’s not lose anyone. Eyes sharp everyone, and remember to look up.”
A thrill ran threw her. The shaking that had plagued her hands ever since she had returned from active duty had ceased an hour before her plane touched down; now, she felt more stable and focused than ever. She was going to see a dinosaur! And maybe kill it, too...
"If you see an animal, call it out! Rough height, length, legs, let us know what we're dealing with if we can't immediately look for ourselves. There's a big difference between a tiny compy and a big Utahraptor." She may not be an expert, but she knew some dinos- especially the raptors. | Name: Elena Berezina Age: 30 and 1/2
Gender: Female Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 145 lbs.
Appearance:
A kind-hearted, pretty redheaded face atop a slim, average figure. Beneath the clothing, however, there is little fat; she's wiry and tough, almost entirely unmarred from her times overseas beyond her rough hands, a few hidden scars, and a steel and determination in an otherwise cheerful and curious stare. She's kinda short, and many wouldn't think she's a threat, but she's okay with it.
Primary Role: Security Secondary Role: Medic Has experience with: Computers
If an item is preceded by the "-^-" symbol, that means that it is CONTAINED in the above ITEM.
2x Tropic Shemagh scarf (one worn around neck)
Shoulder-slung .308 Tikka T3x Compact Marksman Rifle (Already loaded)
1x Green Light Tactical Vest
-^- M1911A1, waterproofed, worn but cleaned
-^- x4 .45 M1911 Magazines (One loaded), loaded with extremely potent G2 RIP rounds
-^- Mounted on left shoulder, Combat Knife + scabbard
-^- x4 .308 10Round magazines (lower)
-^- x2 Hard plastic water bottles (in the place of assault rifle magazines)
2x Tropic-camo long-sleeved t-shirts (one worn by default)
Green hunting backpack
-^- 10x high-energy nutrient bars
-^- 3x Hard plastic water bottles
-^- 1x bottle of water purification tablets
-^- 2x Small loaf of bread
-^- 4x Package of beef jerky
-^- 'Hygenic' items
-^- Coil of rope
-^- 3x Apples
-^- Satellite Phone
-^- Smartphone
-^- Portable battery/charger
Worn family satchel bag
-^- 2 rolls of gauze
-^- 2 rolls of adhesive tape
-^- 2 morphine injectors
-^- 1 roll ducttape
-^- 1 package of antiseptic wipes
-^- Variety of painkillers
-^- Sharp scissors
-^- 4 pairs of latex gloves
-^- 3 different types of tweezers
-^- Small bottle of alcohol
-^- Small gauze pads
-^- Small selection of band-aids
-^- 2 rolls of elastic bandages
1x Green tactical belt
-^- Rightside, tactical tomahawk with handle slipped through a steel ring (See: onehanded axes in Skyrim)
-^- Leftside, Tactical machete and scabbard
1x Olive green pocketed cargo pants (worn by default, filled with the following)
-^- Flashlight, waterproof
-^- 2 extra sets of batteries, waterproof
-^- Leatherman Multitool
-^- 2x Box of Matches, in a plastic bag
-^- Small lighter, waterproof
-^- 4x High-energy nutrient bars
Olive hard-knuckle combat gloves
Olive tactical knee pads
4x pairs of thick grey socks (one worn)
Black combat boots
Background:
Elena was born and raised to be intelligent and upstanding, even as she became a tomboy. Born into a military-minded family, where her father served, and his father, and so on, ever since the Civil war, it's practically the family's lifeblood to go, serve America, and then start a family. Each generation saw a more or less identical set of children- two boys, or one boy and one girl. His father had a sister, who went on to become lawyer, while he worked for Lockheed Martin. Growing up, Elena found herself the older sister to the next in line for the Berezina military tradition.
However, her father wanted two boys- and, having failed in that, he decided to try and raise Elena to join in on the male's tradition of joining the military.
She blazed through school, failing to make top 10% but nonetheless being smart enough to hold her own, and blazed her way through university, graduating with a degree in Information Technology, before immediately enlisting to become a Navy Corpsman. Despite being well-behaved, if lively, during her school years, her gung-ho side revealed itself as she trained to become, in all intents and purposes, to become a Marine with Navy Medic training, not only becoming respected by the Marines that she trained with, served with, and later sometimes saved, but also talked about.
Eight years serving actively with the Marine Core all over the world, she was honorably discharged and went home. In an effort to get over the lack of action, of the total lack of exciting things, she set out to just DO things! She visited Jurassic World, and on that very day, everything went to hell.
It didn't take more than a day for her to sign up for the Masrani mission, after being contacted. It seems that one of the Marines she knew in her time had joined up, and recommended her. |
2,639 | 58 | 0 | 312 | 1,167 | It was on the digital memo board in the mess hall:
"MISSION: Aid Field Commander Garcia in local interception."
Next to the message was a set of coordinates. They were within the city
Most of the Breakers were there eating their lunches, though some were looking a the board, while some were simply socializing. It was, for all intents and purposes, a normal day.
~~~~~
"WILL YOU STOP MOVING AROUND, YOU DAMN BITCH!?" Will shouted at the top of his lungs as he pointed at a woman who was flying through the sky.
Aria Sylph
Age: 19
Parameters:
Lv. 2 Agility, Power
Lv. 1 Strength
Lv. -1 Intelligence
Power: Flight
Highly belligerent. Engage with caution. More data needed.
"Bite me, ya piece of shit!" The woman shouted back, deftly dodging an explosion that appeared following a beam of light from Will's hand. "Why don't you come up here and get me? Oh, wait, you can't, can you?" She laughed mockingly.
"You want to test that theory!?" Will snapped back, running for a building and starting to run straight up the wall, making a leap at the flying woman.
"Oh shit!"
"Yeah, now who's talk-ACK!" Will started, finding a knee flying into his side and slamming him to the ground.
"Still me." The woman laughed.
"Ach, ach, ach..." Will groaned. "Okay, so she's fast..." | Name: William Garcia
Age: 24
Appearance: TBD
Personality: A blood knight to an extreme, he enjoys combat a little more than is likely necessary. Off the battlefield, he's generally very lazy, and he's always got a quick tongue.
Personal History: One of the first conscripted into the World Breakers 5 years ago, though not necessarily by choice, he has found a bit of a home for himself there. His considerable time in the group has allowed him to gain the real of a field commander, though his subordinates often question his worthiness as such. Still, he likes what he does, and would not trade it for the world.
Power: Explosion/Ignition
Specializations: Power, Agility
Subspecialization: Intelligence
Weakness: Endurance |
2,640 | 58 | 1 | 1,602 | 2,499 | Around a year ago
The coast of South Africa
'Wild Boys' Headquarters
Afe sat on his plastic lawn chair, tossing an apple in his hand as a small, cracked television played old episodes of 'The Looney Tunes' in front of him. For a 'civilized' person this would have been barbaric, savage even. But to, Afe it was as if he was a king, the lawn chair his throne and Africa his kingdom. Of course, 'The Wild Boys' only owned an extremely small part of the entirety of Africa, but it was enough to inflate Afe's self importance.
Afe's head jolted to the window of the small hut he sat in as he heard some commotion outside. He moved so his back was against the wall, and peeked through the window. His 'men' were being held at gunpoint by masked men. They didn't seem to be the raiding type, too professional, more military than anything. He moved back to his chair and pulled his bowie knife out of the wood it had been slashed into. He began watching the door, preparing for what was next.
And then it happened, taking place in only a few seconds. Afe threw the apple he held in his hand at the intruder, taking him by surprise. Afe sprinted over, slashing the hand of the attacker and going to trip him. But Afe encountered something which he hadn't ever expected to. The intruder dodged him and disarmed him. He dislocated Afe's arm and tied him tight enough so that he wouldn't pose a problem.
It was a long flight to the first world.
Today
World Breakers HQ
Afe sat, staring at the clock as it ticked slowly onwards. When he was told that he'd be trained by the world breakers he had expected gunfire and knifeplay, not algebra and reading. Granted, there was quite a lot of combat involved in his training, but that didn't really make up for an hour of maths per day.
"Are you listening, Afework?" Afe's eyes shot back to his tutor, his posture straightening and a small fake smile growing on his face.
"Of course, Mr. Dickson, how couldn't I when Pythagoras' theorem is so interesting!" Replied, Afe putting extra emphasis on the 'Dick' part of his teachers name. His teacher looked at him for a few seconds, squinting. While good at maths and teaching, Gareth Dickson was not good at telling when people were being sarcastic.
"Well, I suppose you can go a few minutes early all things considered then." He announced to, Afe's delight.
After leaving the small and stuffy classroom, Afe did what he always did after his teachings were over. Which was to visit the nearest vending machine and get a sugary drink. He had to admit all the rules and regulations were worth it for a fizzy drink. He could hardly believe that he had lived most of his life without tasting Fanta. Even more perplexing to him was that he hadn't heard of his favourite singer 'Billy Idol' until he had arrived at the World Breakers. In fact, he was so obsessed with Billy Idol that he once tried to style his hair like Billy's. Of course, it ended in disaster and a laugh behind, Afe's back here and there but nevertheless, his obsession continued through the humiliation.
To be quite honest, Afe felt rather out of place at the World Breakers. He was one of the only children his age there and even then he had to get a special tutor because of his lack of education. Hell, he only properly started to learn how to read after he arrived there. Even so, he couldn't relate to many of the other children in the first place, whether it be his accent or the fact that he had killed in the past. He got on with life though, if he had survived slavery and gang wars then he could survive social exclusion.
Afe headed towards the cafeteria where he picked up his lunch and sat on his own. The fact that he sat on his own wasn't because he was afraid that people would dislike him though, he just couldn't be bothered talking to the 'condescending dickheads' as he so put it that he thought plagued the World Breakers. If there was one thing he hated, it was being talked down to.
He finished his lunch and checked the memo board. It seemed that someone by the surname of 'Garcia' needed some help at a pretty close by location. Afe grinned, he hadn't seen action in a while. He took a sharpie from his pocket and wrote the co-ordinates on his hand before moving to exit the facility.
After he exited the facility he checked the co-ordinates on his arm before looking to a building fairly close by. Afe's eyes narrowed on the building before he disappeared and reappeared on the building. He done this a few times before reaching Garcia and his opponent. Afe's eyes traced the woman's flight patterns. He made a rather risky and stupid plan in his head but he presumed it would work if he done it right.
Afe walked backwards for a little bit, tracing the flight pattern in his mind. He closed his eyes, running forward before opening them just before leaping off of the building. He dove towards the ground like a bullet before slamming into the legs of the flying woman. This took her by surprise and draggeed her down a considerable height. Although, it didn't go exactly as planned. She managed to shake Afe off as she descended and he quickly fell flat on his arse after falling a small distance.
He turned to, Garcia and rose to his feet. He quickly moved over to him, giving him a mock salute before speaking.
"What's the plan, boet? We gotta capture her or she gotta get put down?" | Name: Afework "Afe" Bello
Age: 14
Appearance:
Afe stands at 5 foot 5 and appears to be in good shape for his age. His hair is bright blond and often swept back. His eyes are a deep blue and he bears a scar just above his right eye that crosses his eyebrow. He often wears his sleevless jacket whenever he can. The jacket has the words "Wild Boys" written shoddily on the back in red paint, the name of his former 'Gang', the name of which they got from a 'Duran Duran' song. He three various necklaces at almost all times, each representing someone he was unable to save from death.
Personality:
Afe can best be described as a 'smart alec'. He is often disrespectful to members of authority and often makes jokes, no matter how unfunny they are. He is quick to have 'banter' with just about anyone he meets. Anyone unfamiliar with the playful insulting known as banter could take this the wrong way, of course, to which Afe simply just does not care.
Personal History:
Born in South Africa to two very poor parents, Afe has never had an easy life. He had to steal and do various jobs from a young age in order to help support his family. He attended school once or twice, but was uneducated for the most part of his life. He and his family scraped by on what they could all accumulate together, but it was hardly a healthy life.
Raiders attacked Afe's village when he was about 9. They began taking children as soldiers, Afe wasn't so easily taken. His parents put up a fight, a small one at that. They had no proper weaponry and after getting a quick punch to the first raider they were quickly gunned down in the street. Afe was taken against his will, but not before he vowed revenge.
He stayed under the command of the Raiders until he was about 11. They had taught him how to use weaponry by that point and he was confident enough in his abilities to ensure that his plan would work. He began raising a small operation right under the noses of the raiders. He convinced the other child soldiers that had been captured with him to rise up against their captors at the same time and escape.
The plan worked perfectly, and it was the first time that Afe had ever used his powers. It seems in the heat of the action, his emotions took over and truly unlocked his powers, enabling him to teleport and increasing his body's capacities.
He led the small brigand of child soldiers for about a year after that. They made their base in the remnant of Afe's old village and anyone who came to oppose them were quickly dealt with by Afe himself. His operations were noticed rather quickly though, and his brigand was split up in one fell swoop when a representative of the 'World Breakers' came to forcefully force him to join them.
This was just after his 13th birthday, and he had been in training ever since then, having only been let out onto the field recently. He often remarks that the only good thing to come from his 'abduction' was his newfound obsession with the music of 'Billy Idol' soon after being picked up.
Power: Teleportation
Specializations: Agility/Power
Subspecialization: Endurance
Weakness: Strength |
2,641 | 59 | 0 | 2,595 | 7,069 | The day was just like any other at the cool village of Konohakagure. The market was open, kids played in the tall buildings and the grounds below laughing, and people socialized. Ninja went about their daily duties and fought for their right to exist. Menial and dangerous jobs alike it hardly mattered to anyone as long as you were on your path to be the fine shinobi you were destined to be. To live, experience, fight, and understand life was the greatest beauty of the world. Be it in the woods of the fire land or the sands of the wind. Be it the rocks in the Iwagakure or the Kirigakure's waves and mists. This was what it meant to live. To understand. to BECOME the best you could have possibly ever become. That was also a part of the Will of Fire. After all how many people could truly say they were happy with their lots in life. However for the Konohakagure's newest ninja class this is what their teacher would always say, "The best life is one lived with emotion, true feelings and love, for yourself and nature and man as a whole. All because life ends does not mean it won't continue. Make your mark on the world." Mina Sensei always encouraged them to do their absolute best and leave nothing back. She was a bit eccentric but she dearly loved her students and hated if they failed. She'd personally help them and now she was seeing them off into the hands of different jonin throughout the village. The children raised in the academy were truly ready for what was to come. The world was a cruel harsh place and it was not to be trifled with but hey she can't do much now could she? The pink haired teacher smiled at her class sadly as she stood before them. "So everyone it's finally the day you graduate...I'm all so proud of you..." Mina said quietly.
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Earlier...
Mitsuhide woke up in the morning to his mother, a medical ninja of the chunin rank, calling him down to have some breakfast before going to school. Mitsuhide groaned in annoyance of course this was the big day but WHY did it have to be so freaking early!? It was such a pain in the butt to get up everyday walk up to Mina and Hiyato Sensei and practice and practice AND PRACTICE! Nothing but practice day after day of studying and when he finally got out most of the kids were too exhausted to do much, he was always ready to do whatever however which made the situation worse. Mitsuhide got up and stretched rolling his arms around in a circular motion and took off his sleeping clothes off, which were dark green and had pictures of dogs on them which made him feel like a little boy inside, and picked up his normal clothes, and went to get a bath. There was no need to show up stinky and he liked the water it made him feel clean. Like a creek washing away the grime of the previous day's mud slide that fell into the river. Not that he was dirty he may be the wood boy but he wasn't a dirty boy. Maybe he was being a bit to philosophical about it but regardless he made sure to clean every part he could and he had cleaned his clothes the day before hand. After washing off Mitsuhide grinned to himself in the mirror and knew this would be one of the last times he'd seen himself as a student and not a ninja. It was...kinda of scary and weird but he'd grow into it! He knew he would! By his grand father the first he would succeed as a ninja! But as he was staring at himself smiling his mother called again. "Gesh mom stop being so impatient I'm coming!" Mitsuhide said quickly as he finished dressing himself and rushed downstairs to his awaiting food. It smelled great and it turned out his mom had made some fish Sandwiches just for him! His mom gave him a big grin and nodded at him, "You look great baby, just make sure you don't let Mina get your hopes up with with good for nothings ok?" she said hugging him tightly and she kissed him on the check with a smile. Mitsuhide blushed and wasn't sure if he should smile or try to push his mom away. In the end he hugged her back, "Thanks mom and I love you...so very much... if only dad wasn't away on a mission I'd like to see him today but I'm going to be a genin today and I won't look back!" his father was a jounin with a great amount of skill and was high prized by the village; Mitsuhide hoped he would be taking him as a pupil this year but he said he was not selected to lead a squad. That REALLY sucked in Mitsuhide's opinion but what could you do? "All well better eat better eat before things get cold". Mitsuhide said as he sat down to eat all he could while he and his mom chatted about training him further in his skills which he promptly said he'd train with his new crew and his sensei but his mom insisted and he obeyed...and he always obeyed because she was SCARY when she got pissed. After eating he said one more goodbye and left the house chatting with various people in the village on the way to class and he had almost arrived late. When he arrived he took his usual seat next to Sora Nara and above Shina Uchiha, the alpha bitch of the class just like the rest of the Uchiha police forces...Mitsuhide sat in his usual corner and listened to Mina speak and as usual his heart flared with respect for his teacher. Mina was such a pretty and wonderful woman and he thought of her like a long lost aunt. Then there was uncle Hiyato...
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Mina Sensei (hair color different): | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,642 | 59 | 1 | 1,243 | 1,011 | Today is the day. It was what Arashi kept telling himself ever since he woke up this morning. This was the day in which he would no longer be an Academy Student. He would be Arashi Uchiha, Genin of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. He was honestly more than excited. He's been waiting for this day for as long as he could remember. To think that this was the first step he'd have to take in making a better name for his clan. He woke up earlier than usual and knew that his father would be walking in any moment now to make sure that he wasn't still sleeping. He was just now finishing up the make-up line that he put around and under his eyes. His father always wondered why he did it as it wasn't typical of a shinobi of their clan to do such. Arashi thought it was cool and his dad stopped bothering him about it so he figured it was all good.
As soon as he was putting the pencil down his father walked in to see him facing the window. "I'm ready." He said without turning around. He only knew his father was there because he heard the door open. His father nodded and walked back to his own room. "Today is the day." Arashi repeated for the tenth time this morning. He picked up his writing book and his bookbag before heading out of his room and heading downstairs. His mother was setting the table for breakfast and he grabbed a rice patty and started for the door.
"You're not staying to eat?" She asked him kind of startled by him rushing for the door.
"No, mom! Today's the day. I'm graduating! I'll eat this on the way!" He ran out of the door and jumped off of his porch.
She sighed, but then smiled. She loved seeing him happy, but was worried about the pressure his father put on him. He didn't show it, but she was sure it had to be affecting him.
Arashi ran through the village and thought to himself, "Don't get too excited. Don't activate the Sharingan." It shouldn't be too hard to control himself. He had some self control. "It shouldn't be a problem. Today is the day."
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Arashi arrived at the Academy and immediately made his way into the class. He looked around at the students in his graduating class. Most of them were already there and he thought he had gotten there early. He moved through the class and made his way to his seat. The people he usually sat between hadn't arrived yet. It gave him some time to think about it all and take it all in. He pulled his book out of his backpack and started writing while waiting for things to start.
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Arashi stopped writing when their sensei started to speak. He could tell she was sad. She had grown attached to her class and he was sure most of them had grown attached to her as well. He knew that he did. When she said that she was proud of them he whispered to himself, "Today is the day." | Name: Arashi Uchiha
Nickname/Alias: The Storm Child/The Uchiha's Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha Clan
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Fire
(Without the piercings)
Personality: Despite his upbringing Arashi isn't like the typical Uchiha clan member. He's no elitist who thinks he's better than everyone and he's not dark, mysterious, or broody. He's actually pretty open with others. He's kind and cares a lot for those close to him. He loves his clan, but his true loyalties would remain with his village and his comrades. When it comes to battle he has a mix of two sides. He's not cocky yet he does show confidence in battle and he's also serious. He's really serious when he can feel the danger from the situation. Otherwise he tends to taunt his opponent and sometimes his own comrades if they can't pull it together. He's not the type of person to leave someone behind if it could be helped. He'd rather risk his life than let someone on his team die. He's artistic and imaginative and shows it with the stories and comics that he tends to write about his everyday life. He makes even the exciting situations more exciting.
He holds no ill will to any of the Senju clan or the rest of the village despite the bad blood between them in the wars. In fact he's more than determined to make peace between the clans. He wants to prove that the members of the Uchiha clan aren't selfish monsters who love to kill. That they're as much a part of this village as anyone else. He's not quick to anger, but when he does get angry he's not someone that you want to mess with. It's like he has an inner demon that forces its way out. He doesn't, but it feels that way.
History: Arashi didn't necessarily have an ordinary upbringing. Well, it wasn't ordinary by today's standards. He was born on a stormy night which gave him his name and his nickname. His father had more to do with his raising than his mother did. His raised him as if they were still having war with the clans. He pushed him and pushed him to make him better. Arashi was his father's only child so he pretty much expected the best out of him. People would look at him and see his father's kid. He had to be able to stand out among the kids his age so his power could be a reflection of his father's. Arashi didn't necessarily like that he was being pushed like this, but he had no choice. His father didn't want him entering the Academy until he was sure that he would be a perfect student. He didn't even just mean a student who could ace any test, but a student who once starting in the Academy was beginning to awaken his family's power.
Arashi awakened his Sharingan half-way to graduation. His father was surely proud of the work that he had done to get his son to this level. He pushed Arashi every day before then and sparred him just to trigger the awakening. For a time he even believed that the boy wouldn't even awaken the Sharingan and that he would be pretty much a waste. His awakened state gave him two tomoe in both eyes. This was a pretty rare feat and it actually made Arashi's dad smile at him for the first time. At least for the first time he could remember. He was sure he smiled when he was a baby. He had to, right?
Anyway. He went through the Academy and made friends. Most liked him because he wasn't as stuck or a bitch like the other Uchiha members in their class. He had no problems making friends and people enjoyed reading and looking at the stories he made through and after class. That's what he was doing whenever he wasn't training. He was making friends and working on his stories. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it made him feel like someone other than his father's weapon.
Currently only his father knows about his awakened Sharingan, because he doesn't go around flashing it to others. He only uses it when he needs to or when he's alone training and the former hasn't happened yet. Now he's about to graduate from the Academy and begin his journey as a shinobi. This was his time. The Tale of Arashi Uchiha begins here.
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Weapons/Items: Normal Ninja Tools and Weapons as well as a Tanto that he keeps at his left side.
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Kekkei Genkai:
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Two Tomoe)
Clan: Uchiha
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Jutsu:
Canon Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: This technique is seen as a rite of passage for the Uchiha clan. In fact it is to the point where Arashi couldn't even think about joining the Academy before he learned the technique. He's skilled with it, but it's not nearly as big as it could be and nor can this one move forward like an actual ball like that of a truly skilled practitioner.
Hazy Genjutsu: Arashi's skill with this isn't as strong as it could be. His range for the technique is only within about a forty yard radius of the target.
Genjutsu Dissipation: Arashi typically doesn't need to use this technique on himself due to his Sharingan so he mostly has it for others.
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Uchiha's Mark
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Rank: C-Rank
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Description: This is actually a technique that Arashi came up with himself. The reason for the rank is because it requires a good amount of speed and physical power. He starts out the technique by rushing towards his opponent to gather momentum. It's used best when the opponent is focused on something else is trying to get back up and into the battle. Once he reaches the opponent he launch kicks them backwards making sure they're physically off the ground. He then runs behind them to pull a kunai on them and stab them in the back, hence the name. He was about ten years old and in a training session with his father when he made it up. It failed miserably then, but he's sure it'd be better used on people around his level.
Weaknesses: It's taijutsu.
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2,643 | 59 | 2 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Hatake Sadao
6:30 AM
It wasn't grand like the Hyuuga and Uchiha compounds, neither was it reclusive like the Aburame Clan's elusive base and nor did it stink of wet dog and wild hearts as the distantly-related (through marriage and a lot of alcohol) Inuzuka family. The Hatake Clan's 'compound', though it was difficult to consider it so when it was just a few nondescript houses tacked together with a fence around them, was easily ignored and subtle even to the civilians who marched past every day on their way to the daily grind. Naturally, the brick-work was a mess with so few clan members to care about upkeep. Tiles hung from the roof replaced by oozing green scales of moss and a bird's nest, and all in all the place looked abandoned, dilapedated, save for the main building right in the middle.
And that, of course, was where the entirety of off-duty Hatakes with more than a few Jounin and ANBU friends crowded in the living room after a long night of nocturnal gambling, drinking and debauchery. It had started innocently enough, a miniature 'ceremony' apparently undertaken to those who passed the Academy in his family, but Sadao watched disinterestedly as the adults who showed up to congratulate him used it as an excuse to party and socialise the night away. Admittedly, he hadn't known per se that young ninjas graduating were given all of the rights and responsibilities of a law-abiding adult and that included bypassing the legal drinking age for civilians and all such other nonsense. After the third thirty-something year old friend of his uncle offered to show him around the Red Light District of Konoha, it got old. Fast.
So Sadao had graciously accepted the little gifts some had bought him – a purse, a wolf-fang necklace ("puppy" fangs, the Inuzuka had called them), a sip of sake which he had to choke down and, of course, his own Bounty Book – and snuck up to his room as soon as dawn arrived to prepare for his first official day as a ninja. It was a good thing he was nocturnal, catching an hour or two's sleep when he could by avoiding the festivities in the tiny rock garden, at least until someone had come outside to throw up.
That's where Akira found him, the man sober as if he hadn't touched a drop of sake all night as he smiled, creasing the long scars across his nose and lips. "You're not wearing it properly," he said before anything else, finger hooking onto the mask-turned-bandana around Sadao's neck and pulling it up to cover his mouth. The boy-ninja sputtered out fabric and thread until it moved down his neck again.
"I want to look cool, but not that cool. There's a limit."
And then, bizarrely, Akira switched into, "You know I'm proud of you, right?" Black eyes bored into Sadao and he wondered for a moment whether it was some sort of talent that had passed him by (and it wouldn't have been the first time); he wondered whether it was something in the gaze that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside or if it was something lacking in his father's that produced such an effect. The answer was: he didn't know that. Nobody had told him that. Hatake Genji was missing from the party, off on a mission.
Instead of a tearful 'thanks' at the only sign of support he'd been shown thus far, Sadao asked brusquely, "Are you drunk?"
"Maaaaaybe." Akira chuckled a laugh. His uncle always did that, and Sadao never understood how it was possible for him. Becoming a ninja, joining the Academy, carrying a nameless monster within him... it seemed to suck the capacity for fun from his body. "But it doesn't make it any less true. You are my favourite little nephew." And then he was hit with an awkward one-armed hug, because his family weren't really touchy-feely people, no matter how fun-loving the older members could be.
Sadao turned red, hair standing up on end as he bristled like an angry cat. "Thanks."
As he walked past a collapsed ninja in the hallway, groaning at the shafts of sunlight filtering in through the blinds, the intoxicated man pointed out that his shoelaces were untied, and he really ought to fix them lest he end up tripping over his feet and landing on his face and he would never, never get a girl like that! Sadao tucked them in with a swift move and left the house, belt-bag as firmly in place as his small, immovable grin was.
He was a ninja.
Sadao arrived at the Academy, having taken the long, winding, silent route to the building, a little while later – not late, though, not by a long shot. He supposed that would change, since he (and his family, especially his uncle) were notoriously tardy for anything less than world-ending threats and A-Rank missions. As it was, he was able to pick one of the pointedly empty desks down the front, closest to Mina-sensei as she smiled at him. She did that for everyone, because she was just so nice.
He managed a small smile back before slumping into his seat and resting his head on his hands. Perhaps he should pull his mask up? It certainly made it more difficult to see whether he was sleeping with his eyes open, since the drool was usually what betrayed him.
His neck burned at Mina-sensei's speech, at how proud she was of them all. Hatake didn't mind his class, honestly. There were some great allies to be had there, he was sure... But thinking about them always drew him on to wondering whose team he would be in; which classmates he would be stuck with until the Chuunin Exams or beyond – friends for life.
Just because you're on a team doesn't mean they'll automatically be your friends, Sadao.
Yeah, yeah. He knew that. His common sense and rational side always was a downer. | Sadao, 14
Nickname(s)"Saddo"; Little Fang
GenderMale
BirthplaceKonohagakure
ClanHatake Clan – A renowned clan of ninjas known for their adaptability and versatility, as well as inherent natural skill when it comes to the shinobi arts. "The Hatake name has been one uttered with pride by the villagers of Konohagakure, as their members have served with distinction and exceptional skill from the moment of the village's creation to the present."
RankGenin
Chakra NatureLightning / Fire (Kyuubi)
AppearanceAt fourteen (a year or two older than most Academy graduates), Sadao has already had his first growth-spurt and is primed for another one – standing about half-a-head taller than those around him. He's thin and lanky, and no matter how many sweets he eats, he doesn't seem to put on any weight. Lucky! His graceful build is more suited to speed and subtlety than brute strength, typical of most shinobi.
As it is, Sadao's hair is not quite long enough to be pulled up into a ponytail as most male members of his clan wear it; it's silvery-white (still on the darker side) and more akin to a dog's mane than an actual style. Rumour in his academy class suggested that he never brushed it and just left it as it was when he rolled out of bed in the morning. He has his mother's eyes – a kind of aquamarine blue – or at least he presumes he does as his father's are black.
PersonalityIn general, Sadao is aloof, desiring to alienate himself from a group before others do it for him. With the traits and expectations of great shinobi drilled into him since he could walk and talk, he is content to stay out of the limelight and do what ninja do best: spy, sabotage, kill. Even if he didn't have the "once bitten, twice shy" approach to human contact, he's quiet, conscientious and more than a little awkward when it comes to talking to people about things other than the best way to set up a tripwire.
Stoic and silent in combat as well as in normal, everyday life, Sadao follows his own "bushido" code; rules ingrained into him, some from his father and others made up by himself. The most important ones include the unhealthy "never give up; show no pain" and then the much more morbid, "die first before allies to but them time to escape." He does care! Sort of. What Sadao needs are friends to bolster is self-worth and perhaps melt that iron crust.
HistoryFresh out of the Academy, it's safe to say that Sadao hasn't really lived much – at least, he's only been outside the protective walls of Konoha once or twice in his life. Even so, he knows hardship and adversity (to some extent), but that's skipping ahead in the story. Hatake Sadao was born to Hatake Genji and an unknown woman. His father refuses to say and Sadao himself has only the vaguest memories of red hair and an easy smile. Naturally, born in to the Clan he was, Sadao already had his destiny pre-planned for him: go to the Academy, become a ninja, move on up into ANBU, but that may have been off-set more than a little by the Nine-Tails residing within him.
The Kyuubi's strict seal, intricate as it is, prevents Sadao from utilising the fullest potential of his chakra, at least for now. Due to persistent, childish questioning as to why his entrance into the Academy was delayed by one-and-a-half years (because Sadao's chakra coils were unusually slow to develop), his father ended up telling him, though not in the way that was at all helpful to a kid who already felt like a massive disappointment. It went something like: "You have a great responsibility; a great burden. A monster is residing within you, and it is your duty to do what you can to keep it contained."
Yeah, there was more than a little introspection and full-blown panic on Sadao's part, at least for a few years.
While he had to wait to enter the Academy, it doesn't mean he didn't train (and by Kami, he did, because who wanted to be the failure of the family?) as there were always cousins around to teach him bits and pieces of taijutsu and the physical talents of ninjutsu – throwing shuriken, kunai, using a short sword. The Hatake family had fallen on difficult times, at least in terms of how few of them there were left, but they never judged Sadao for his containment of the tailed beast. It wasn't an honour, but nor was it something to be terrified and judgmental of. A rather pragmatic approach, at least compared to the civilians who knew about it.
If Genji took on more frequent, more dangerous missions and delegated training his son to his uncle, Hatake Akira, then nobody could blame the man, of course. Sadao grew up hearing the snide comments, the "It must be difficult to raise such a thing," but grew to tune them out, those and the insults. He only ended up in hospital once for a black eye, and that was when Academy-kids from what would have been his year threw rocks at him, merely mimicking their parents' primal fear. Luckily for the young jinchuuriki, he had a family to fall back on, no matter how distant it seemed to be growing.
Naturally, once he did enter the Academy with functioning albeit muted chakra coils, he was more mature than those around him, if only because he had over a year's head start. He excelled at all of the tactical work and taijutsu, but only some ninjutsu was available to him with superb control over what little chakra his body allowed him, but being merely average in a clan like his and an outsider due to age begets envy, snubbing, and all such other things that hurt Sadao but he wasn't ready to let show. If the other kids were a bit more cruel to him because their ninja parents warned them away from him, well... He didn't know that.
Weapons / Items10x Kunai
20x Shuriken
1x Weapon Scroll...
Wakizashi
JutsuCanon Jutsu
Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Ninken) – C-Rank
One Thousand Years of Death! – E-Rank
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique
Conduction
Type of Jutsu
Ninjutsu
Rank
D-Rank
Range
Close - Medium
Nature Type
Lightning, if any.
Description
A two-part attack generally revolving around the use of thin steel wire wrapped around his kunai. The first part purely relies on his physical skills to somehow stab the opponent with said kunai and implant the weapon in their body – usually in an arm or a leg, though the posterior can be a funny option. So long as it is touching them (or a body of water they are in) the technique should work.
Then, Sadao leaps away to a safe distance, and uses most if not all of the chakra he has available to shock the target through the wire with a haphazardly planned lightning jutsu.
Weaknesses
Draining at this point in time for Sadao to use because of low chakra reserves.
Relies on being able to stab said kunai into an opponent without them removing it. |
2,644 | 59 | 3 | 2,595 | 7,069 | As Mitsuhide continued to listen to Mina he looked over at the girl next to him and smiled at her. Sora Nara she was the youngest of two siblings of the Nara clan. While neither were heir to the household they were still very prominent in the village. Sora has passed most of her tests with ease despite her more laid back attitude, come to think of it a lot of Nara didn't do much. "So Sora are you ready to move up in the world? I'm so pumped for this it isn't funny." Mitsuhide said to her quietly as Nara looked over him with indifference. "Yeah woooo....yeah. Genin at last... like it's really that big of a step. Once you hit the next level then it's the time to celebrate for now we're basically going from glorified school children to glorified delivery boys and girls. Despite a few of us being special like you Mitsuhide." Nara grumbled to him impatiently as she turned her eyes back to Mina.
Mitsuhide however was welcomed by a less than pleasant voice of his 'great pal' Shina Uchiha. She had short cut bluish black hair which was strange for the Uchiha. She had a slender figure and was somewhat pale. In regards to why her hair was different from other Uchiha? Who knew maybe it was some sort of genetic thing. The point being Shina and himself got along together like cats and dogs...that were hyped up on an anger causing genjutsu...while in them middle of a war. "Pah like you're any right to call yourself a genin. You're only in because of your ninjutsu and your family ties. Your genjutsu is garbage and your taijutsu is slightly above so. Unlike me I'm all sorts of better than you. G-" Shina was about to coutinue when Mitsuhide glared at her, "Oh yeah like the glorified police man's daughter is going to preach to me. Just because your an Uchiha doesn't mean squat princess now shut up before Mina tells us to shut up." Mitsuhide grumbled towards Shina quietly who glared back at him with annoyance. Shina Uchiha was one of the most best all rounders in the class excelling at most things. Her genjutsu was top notch, her taijutsu was great, and she knew how to use a jutsu with the best of them. The only real problem of hers was her big mouth and her lack of team spirit. Mitsuhide had topped her in Ninjutsu however, being one of the best in the class with a great stamina pool helped greatly, and it helped that Mitsuhide while not the best was still extremely competent in how he employed what he did have. Proud of his accomplishments and his family Mitsuhide was more than happy to get ready to take his headband. It was for the future of the Senju that he'd become the best ninja ever surpassing his grandfather and Great Uncle the first and second hokage.
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Takumi was grinning ear to ear with a smile plastered on his face. He was from some no-name clan called Hoshita with specialty being medical ninjutsu. He was a hard worker and he didn't slack off however he was still towards the bottom of the class. Takumi was more or less cut out to be a medical ninja and a genin as far as most of the class was concerned. Despite that he had a genuine heart and was hopelessly on the bright side of things. He nudged Sadao with his shoulder. "Hey dude you ready for this? I'm certainly ready I've never been more ready for anything in my life. I mean really we all get to be ninja now! ALL of us!" Takumi said happy to be included in this whole thing.
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Mia Ayami sat in her seat staring down at Mina Sensei as she fidgeted nervously in her seat next to Arashi. She was of a clan of ninja dating back to when the village was founded not too long ago. Though not nearly as famous as the Hyuga, Uchiha, or Senju. Her clan was few in numbers and strong in spirit...except for her it seemed. She was always unsure of herself despite the fact that she was in the upper half of the class. Great with genjutsu, and a top of the class chakra control expert she stood out among peers who could actually appreciate her skills. Heck even Mina was impressed with it and that was speaking highly considering the Uchiha in the class. She however didn't like taijutsu and ninjutsu wasn't her greatest strength as her attitude seemed to lean towards being shy. She never had many friends except for Takumi, Korra, and Satoshi. "Ummmm....thank you sensei..." she tried to say to Mina but her voice wasn't heard as she kept too quiet for anyone not nearby to hear. | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,645 | 59 | 4 | 1,243 | 1,011 | Arashi looked from Mina Sensei to his side when he heard the barely audible Mia Ayumi speak. She was thanking their sensei for saying that she was proud of them. Mia was a nice girl, but she was really shy. He didn't even understand why. When it came to genjutsu and chakra control she was a genius and even better than some of the top notch students in the class. Then again skill doesn't always correlate to confidence. He hoped that becoming a genin would give her a bit of confidence and less social anxiety. Maybe he could start that by talking to her. For all he knew she could be one of his squadmates.
He whispered over to her saying, "Hey, Mia. Can you believe it? We're finally going to become genin. This great, big journey ahead of us. A story waiting to be told. Maybe a story with you as the star. Yeah, I can see it now. The Great Mia Ayumi: Mind Over Matter." He gave her a genuine smile showing that he really meant the words that he spoke. He hoped that she didn't think that he was pulling her leg or something. He really wanted her to be confident and he believed that she truly could be a powerful kunoichi. Anything was possible really. Even the seemingly pathetic student could prove to be a rather powerful shinobi. He never judged books by their covers. That was the first thing he taught himself when he started writing. People didn't read books for the cover. They read them for the story inside. | Name: Arashi Uchiha
Nickname/Alias: The Storm Child/The Uchiha's Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha Clan
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Fire
(Without the piercings)
Personality: Despite his upbringing Arashi isn't like the typical Uchiha clan member. He's no elitist who thinks he's better than everyone and he's not dark, mysterious, or broody. He's actually pretty open with others. He's kind and cares a lot for those close to him. He loves his clan, but his true loyalties would remain with his village and his comrades. When it comes to battle he has a mix of two sides. He's not cocky yet he does show confidence in battle and he's also serious. He's really serious when he can feel the danger from the situation. Otherwise he tends to taunt his opponent and sometimes his own comrades if they can't pull it together. He's not the type of person to leave someone behind if it could be helped. He'd rather risk his life than let someone on his team die. He's artistic and imaginative and shows it with the stories and comics that he tends to write about his everyday life. He makes even the exciting situations more exciting.
He holds no ill will to any of the Senju clan or the rest of the village despite the bad blood between them in the wars. In fact he's more than determined to make peace between the clans. He wants to prove that the members of the Uchiha clan aren't selfish monsters who love to kill. That they're as much a part of this village as anyone else. He's not quick to anger, but when he does get angry he's not someone that you want to mess with. It's like he has an inner demon that forces its way out. He doesn't, but it feels that way.
History: Arashi didn't necessarily have an ordinary upbringing. Well, it wasn't ordinary by today's standards. He was born on a stormy night which gave him his name and his nickname. His father had more to do with his raising than his mother did. His raised him as if they were still having war with the clans. He pushed him and pushed him to make him better. Arashi was his father's only child so he pretty much expected the best out of him. People would look at him and see his father's kid. He had to be able to stand out among the kids his age so his power could be a reflection of his father's. Arashi didn't necessarily like that he was being pushed like this, but he had no choice. His father didn't want him entering the Academy until he was sure that he would be a perfect student. He didn't even just mean a student who could ace any test, but a student who once starting in the Academy was beginning to awaken his family's power.
Arashi awakened his Sharingan half-way to graduation. His father was surely proud of the work that he had done to get his son to this level. He pushed Arashi every day before then and sparred him just to trigger the awakening. For a time he even believed that the boy wouldn't even awaken the Sharingan and that he would be pretty much a waste. His awakened state gave him two tomoe in both eyes. This was a pretty rare feat and it actually made Arashi's dad smile at him for the first time. At least for the first time he could remember. He was sure he smiled when he was a baby. He had to, right?
Anyway. He went through the Academy and made friends. Most liked him because he wasn't as stuck or a bitch like the other Uchiha members in their class. He had no problems making friends and people enjoyed reading and looking at the stories he made through and after class. That's what he was doing whenever he wasn't training. He was making friends and working on his stories. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it made him feel like someone other than his father's weapon.
Currently only his father knows about his awakened Sharingan, because he doesn't go around flashing it to others. He only uses it when he needs to or when he's alone training and the former hasn't happened yet. Now he's about to graduate from the Academy and begin his journey as a shinobi. This was his time. The Tale of Arashi Uchiha begins here.
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Weapons/Items: Normal Ninja Tools and Weapons as well as a Tanto that he keeps at his left side.
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Kekkei Genkai:
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Two Tomoe)
Clan: Uchiha
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Jutsu:
Canon Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: This technique is seen as a rite of passage for the Uchiha clan. In fact it is to the point where Arashi couldn't even think about joining the Academy before he learned the technique. He's skilled with it, but it's not nearly as big as it could be and nor can this one move forward like an actual ball like that of a truly skilled practitioner.
Hazy Genjutsu: Arashi's skill with this isn't as strong as it could be. His range for the technique is only within about a forty yard radius of the target.
Genjutsu Dissipation: Arashi typically doesn't need to use this technique on himself due to his Sharingan so he mostly has it for others.
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Uchiha's Mark
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Rank: C-Rank
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Description: This is actually a technique that Arashi came up with himself. The reason for the rank is because it requires a good amount of speed and physical power. He starts out the technique by rushing towards his opponent to gather momentum. It's used best when the opponent is focused on something else is trying to get back up and into the battle. Once he reaches the opponent he launch kicks them backwards making sure they're physically off the ground. He then runs behind them to pull a kunai on them and stab them in the back, hence the name. He was about ten years old and in a training session with his father when he made it up. It failed miserably then, but he's sure it'd be better used on people around his level.
Weaknesses: It's taijutsu.
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2,646 | 59 | 5 | 2,595 | 7,069 | Me..me!? But I'm just...Mia. I'm not brave like you, nor am I as fearsome as...as Takumi, I'm certainly not smart like Sora, I'm not special like Mitsuhide, I'm not as skilled as Shina...heck I'm not even as pretty as our sensei. I'm just me. I'm positive you'll go farther than little scrawny me Arashi kun. Mia admitted but with a slight smile on her face. One of the kids nearby looked over at her friend Arashi. She tapped her desk patiently as she looked at him. "I'm fine with just being Mia. I'd rather run a store than be a ninja but it's family tradition and I'll keep to it. Please don't get yourself worked up over me of all things." Mia said politely as she kept looking at the table. | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,647 | 59 | 6 | 1,243 | 1,011 | Arashi knew what it was like to do something because your family wanted you to and being pushed to do so. He wants to be a ninja without a doubt, but the forceful training that he went through was something he didn't like. He also knew that things could be dangerous if you didn't put your all into something. Pull back just a little and you'd be sure as dead. He lost distant cousins that way in battle. He definitely didn't want that to happen to one of his classmates.
"Just don't hesitate out there. Alright, Mia? I'd hate for you to die for not giving it your all. I'd hate for any of you all to die. Hopefully one day you'll be able to retire and open up your shop." He had only been paying attention to Mia and wasn't aware of anyone staring at him. | Name: Arashi Uchiha
Nickname/Alias: The Storm Child/The Uchiha's Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha Clan
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Fire
(Without the piercings)
Personality: Despite his upbringing Arashi isn't like the typical Uchiha clan member. He's no elitist who thinks he's better than everyone and he's not dark, mysterious, or broody. He's actually pretty open with others. He's kind and cares a lot for those close to him. He loves his clan, but his true loyalties would remain with his village and his comrades. When it comes to battle he has a mix of two sides. He's not cocky yet he does show confidence in battle and he's also serious. He's really serious when he can feel the danger from the situation. Otherwise he tends to taunt his opponent and sometimes his own comrades if they can't pull it together. He's not the type of person to leave someone behind if it could be helped. He'd rather risk his life than let someone on his team die. He's artistic and imaginative and shows it with the stories and comics that he tends to write about his everyday life. He makes even the exciting situations more exciting.
He holds no ill will to any of the Senju clan or the rest of the village despite the bad blood between them in the wars. In fact he's more than determined to make peace between the clans. He wants to prove that the members of the Uchiha clan aren't selfish monsters who love to kill. That they're as much a part of this village as anyone else. He's not quick to anger, but when he does get angry he's not someone that you want to mess with. It's like he has an inner demon that forces its way out. He doesn't, but it feels that way.
History: Arashi didn't necessarily have an ordinary upbringing. Well, it wasn't ordinary by today's standards. He was born on a stormy night which gave him his name and his nickname. His father had more to do with his raising than his mother did. His raised him as if they were still having war with the clans. He pushed him and pushed him to make him better. Arashi was his father's only child so he pretty much expected the best out of him. People would look at him and see his father's kid. He had to be able to stand out among the kids his age so his power could be a reflection of his father's. Arashi didn't necessarily like that he was being pushed like this, but he had no choice. His father didn't want him entering the Academy until he was sure that he would be a perfect student. He didn't even just mean a student who could ace any test, but a student who once starting in the Academy was beginning to awaken his family's power.
Arashi awakened his Sharingan half-way to graduation. His father was surely proud of the work that he had done to get his son to this level. He pushed Arashi every day before then and sparred him just to trigger the awakening. For a time he even believed that the boy wouldn't even awaken the Sharingan and that he would be pretty much a waste. His awakened state gave him two tomoe in both eyes. This was a pretty rare feat and it actually made Arashi's dad smile at him for the first time. At least for the first time he could remember. He was sure he smiled when he was a baby. He had to, right?
Anyway. He went through the Academy and made friends. Most liked him because he wasn't as stuck or a bitch like the other Uchiha members in their class. He had no problems making friends and people enjoyed reading and looking at the stories he made through and after class. That's what he was doing whenever he wasn't training. He was making friends and working on his stories. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it made him feel like someone other than his father's weapon.
Currently only his father knows about his awakened Sharingan, because he doesn't go around flashing it to others. He only uses it when he needs to or when he's alone training and the former hasn't happened yet. Now he's about to graduate from the Academy and begin his journey as a shinobi. This was his time. The Tale of Arashi Uchiha begins here.
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Weapons/Items: Normal Ninja Tools and Weapons as well as a Tanto that he keeps at his left side.
===
Kekkei Genkai:
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Two Tomoe)
Clan: Uchiha
===
Jutsu:
Canon Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: This technique is seen as a rite of passage for the Uchiha clan. In fact it is to the point where Arashi couldn't even think about joining the Academy before he learned the technique. He's skilled with it, but it's not nearly as big as it could be and nor can this one move forward like an actual ball like that of a truly skilled practitioner.
Hazy Genjutsu: Arashi's skill with this isn't as strong as it could be. His range for the technique is only within about a forty yard radius of the target.
Genjutsu Dissipation: Arashi typically doesn't need to use this technique on himself due to his Sharingan so he mostly has it for others.
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Uchiha's Mark
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Rank: C-Rank
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Description: This is actually a technique that Arashi came up with himself. The reason for the rank is because it requires a good amount of speed and physical power. He starts out the technique by rushing towards his opponent to gather momentum. It's used best when the opponent is focused on something else is trying to get back up and into the battle. Once he reaches the opponent he launch kicks them backwards making sure they're physically off the ground. He then runs behind them to pull a kunai on them and stab them in the back, hence the name. He was about ten years old and in a training session with his father when he made it up. It failed miserably then, but he's sure it'd be better used on people around his level.
Weaknesses: It's taijutsu.
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2,648 | 59 | 7 | 2,595 | 7,069 | D-d-die? Who said anything about dying? I'm not going to die...Is it reall- Mia's sudden panic was shut down as Korra in front of the two of them turned around slightly and whispered that he was just trying and failing to cheer her up and that he shouldn't read too much into it. "Alright lover boy say nice job wooing your damsel and making her panic now why don't you both calm down and listen to Mina Sensei?" she grumbled. | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,649 | 59 | 8 | 1,243 | 1,011 | Lover boy? He could understand why Korra thought that, that was what was going on. He sighed and whispered down to Korra and said, "It's not like that." He probably couldn't defend himself in this situation against her. He then turned to Mia and said, "Sorry, Mia. I'm sure everything will be fine." It would be, right? He really did hope so. He wouldn't know what would happen if one of his comrades died. He knew that it was most of the time inevitable, but as long as he could do something to prevent it he would. | Name: Arashi Uchiha
Nickname/Alias: The Storm Child/The Uchiha's Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha Clan
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Fire
(Without the piercings)
Personality: Despite his upbringing Arashi isn't like the typical Uchiha clan member. He's no elitist who thinks he's better than everyone and he's not dark, mysterious, or broody. He's actually pretty open with others. He's kind and cares a lot for those close to him. He loves his clan, but his true loyalties would remain with his village and his comrades. When it comes to battle he has a mix of two sides. He's not cocky yet he does show confidence in battle and he's also serious. He's really serious when he can feel the danger from the situation. Otherwise he tends to taunt his opponent and sometimes his own comrades if they can't pull it together. He's not the type of person to leave someone behind if it could be helped. He'd rather risk his life than let someone on his team die. He's artistic and imaginative and shows it with the stories and comics that he tends to write about his everyday life. He makes even the exciting situations more exciting.
He holds no ill will to any of the Senju clan or the rest of the village despite the bad blood between them in the wars. In fact he's more than determined to make peace between the clans. He wants to prove that the members of the Uchiha clan aren't selfish monsters who love to kill. That they're as much a part of this village as anyone else. He's not quick to anger, but when he does get angry he's not someone that you want to mess with. It's like he has an inner demon that forces its way out. He doesn't, but it feels that way.
History: Arashi didn't necessarily have an ordinary upbringing. Well, it wasn't ordinary by today's standards. He was born on a stormy night which gave him his name and his nickname. His father had more to do with his raising than his mother did. His raised him as if they were still having war with the clans. He pushed him and pushed him to make him better. Arashi was his father's only child so he pretty much expected the best out of him. People would look at him and see his father's kid. He had to be able to stand out among the kids his age so his power could be a reflection of his father's. Arashi didn't necessarily like that he was being pushed like this, but he had no choice. His father didn't want him entering the Academy until he was sure that he would be a perfect student. He didn't even just mean a student who could ace any test, but a student who once starting in the Academy was beginning to awaken his family's power.
Arashi awakened his Sharingan half-way to graduation. His father was surely proud of the work that he had done to get his son to this level. He pushed Arashi every day before then and sparred him just to trigger the awakening. For a time he even believed that the boy wouldn't even awaken the Sharingan and that he would be pretty much a waste. His awakened state gave him two tomoe in both eyes. This was a pretty rare feat and it actually made Arashi's dad smile at him for the first time. At least for the first time he could remember. He was sure he smiled when he was a baby. He had to, right?
Anyway. He went through the Academy and made friends. Most liked him because he wasn't as stuck or a bitch like the other Uchiha members in their class. He had no problems making friends and people enjoyed reading and looking at the stories he made through and after class. That's what he was doing whenever he wasn't training. He was making friends and working on his stories. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it made him feel like someone other than his father's weapon.
Currently only his father knows about his awakened Sharingan, because he doesn't go around flashing it to others. He only uses it when he needs to or when he's alone training and the former hasn't happened yet. Now he's about to graduate from the Academy and begin his journey as a shinobi. This was his time. The Tale of Arashi Uchiha begins here.
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Weapons/Items: Normal Ninja Tools and Weapons as well as a Tanto that he keeps at his left side.
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Kekkei Genkai:
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Two Tomoe)
Clan: Uchiha
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Jutsu:
Canon Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: This technique is seen as a rite of passage for the Uchiha clan. In fact it is to the point where Arashi couldn't even think about joining the Academy before he learned the technique. He's skilled with it, but it's not nearly as big as it could be and nor can this one move forward like an actual ball like that of a truly skilled practitioner.
Hazy Genjutsu: Arashi's skill with this isn't as strong as it could be. His range for the technique is only within about a forty yard radius of the target.
Genjutsu Dissipation: Arashi typically doesn't need to use this technique on himself due to his Sharingan so he mostly has it for others.
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Uchiha's Mark
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Rank: C-Rank
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Description: This is actually a technique that Arashi came up with himself. The reason for the rank is because it requires a good amount of speed and physical power. He starts out the technique by rushing towards his opponent to gather momentum. It's used best when the opponent is focused on something else is trying to get back up and into the battle. Once he reaches the opponent he launch kicks them backwards making sure they're physically off the ground. He then runs behind them to pull a kunai on them and stab them in the back, hence the name. He was about ten years old and in a training session with his father when he made it up. It failed miserably then, but he's sure it'd be better used on people around his level.
Weaknesses: It's taijutsu.
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2,650 | 59 | 9 | 1,523 | 3,443 | "Hey dude you ready for this? I'm certainly ready I've never been more ready for anything in my life. I mean really we all get to be ninja now! ALL of us!"
Hoshita Clan. Takumi, wasn't it? He had always been friendly enough to Sadao, even though the white-haired boy never took part in any of the after-school games or adventures that he was sure most in his class did. Medical-nin. Destined to work in a hospital, yeah?
Those were unkind words, no matter how much they hinted towards the truth. Anyone could defy expectations, and though Sadao was never one to be optimistic... 'Expect the unexpected,' was a motto he could definitely follow.
“Yeah.” He replied simply, knowing full well that I t wasn't enough to go on. “It'll be fun... – finding out who we're teamed up with in our Genin cells. Who do you want on your team?” | Sadao, 14
Nickname(s)"Saddo"; Little Fang
GenderMale
BirthplaceKonohagakure
ClanHatake Clan – A renowned clan of ninjas known for their adaptability and versatility, as well as inherent natural skill when it comes to the shinobi arts. "The Hatake name has been one uttered with pride by the villagers of Konohagakure, as their members have served with distinction and exceptional skill from the moment of the village's creation to the present."
RankGenin
Chakra NatureLightning / Fire (Kyuubi)
AppearanceAt fourteen (a year or two older than most Academy graduates), Sadao has already had his first growth-spurt and is primed for another one – standing about half-a-head taller than those around him. He's thin and lanky, and no matter how many sweets he eats, he doesn't seem to put on any weight. Lucky! His graceful build is more suited to speed and subtlety than brute strength, typical of most shinobi.
As it is, Sadao's hair is not quite long enough to be pulled up into a ponytail as most male members of his clan wear it; it's silvery-white (still on the darker side) and more akin to a dog's mane than an actual style. Rumour in his academy class suggested that he never brushed it and just left it as it was when he rolled out of bed in the morning. He has his mother's eyes – a kind of aquamarine blue – or at least he presumes he does as his father's are black.
PersonalityIn general, Sadao is aloof, desiring to alienate himself from a group before others do it for him. With the traits and expectations of great shinobi drilled into him since he could walk and talk, he is content to stay out of the limelight and do what ninja do best: spy, sabotage, kill. Even if he didn't have the "once bitten, twice shy" approach to human contact, he's quiet, conscientious and more than a little awkward when it comes to talking to people about things other than the best way to set up a tripwire.
Stoic and silent in combat as well as in normal, everyday life, Sadao follows his own "bushido" code; rules ingrained into him, some from his father and others made up by himself. The most important ones include the unhealthy "never give up; show no pain" and then the much more morbid, "die first before allies to but them time to escape." He does care! Sort of. What Sadao needs are friends to bolster is self-worth and perhaps melt that iron crust.
HistoryFresh out of the Academy, it's safe to say that Sadao hasn't really lived much – at least, he's only been outside the protective walls of Konoha once or twice in his life. Even so, he knows hardship and adversity (to some extent), but that's skipping ahead in the story. Hatake Sadao was born to Hatake Genji and an unknown woman. His father refuses to say and Sadao himself has only the vaguest memories of red hair and an easy smile. Naturally, born in to the Clan he was, Sadao already had his destiny pre-planned for him: go to the Academy, become a ninja, move on up into ANBU, but that may have been off-set more than a little by the Nine-Tails residing within him.
The Kyuubi's strict seal, intricate as it is, prevents Sadao from utilising the fullest potential of his chakra, at least for now. Due to persistent, childish questioning as to why his entrance into the Academy was delayed by one-and-a-half years (because Sadao's chakra coils were unusually slow to develop), his father ended up telling him, though not in the way that was at all helpful to a kid who already felt like a massive disappointment. It went something like: "You have a great responsibility; a great burden. A monster is residing within you, and it is your duty to do what you can to keep it contained."
Yeah, there was more than a little introspection and full-blown panic on Sadao's part, at least for a few years.
While he had to wait to enter the Academy, it doesn't mean he didn't train (and by Kami, he did, because who wanted to be the failure of the family?) as there were always cousins around to teach him bits and pieces of taijutsu and the physical talents of ninjutsu – throwing shuriken, kunai, using a short sword. The Hatake family had fallen on difficult times, at least in terms of how few of them there were left, but they never judged Sadao for his containment of the tailed beast. It wasn't an honour, but nor was it something to be terrified and judgmental of. A rather pragmatic approach, at least compared to the civilians who knew about it.
If Genji took on more frequent, more dangerous missions and delegated training his son to his uncle, Hatake Akira, then nobody could blame the man, of course. Sadao grew up hearing the snide comments, the "It must be difficult to raise such a thing," but grew to tune them out, those and the insults. He only ended up in hospital once for a black eye, and that was when Academy-kids from what would have been his year threw rocks at him, merely mimicking their parents' primal fear. Luckily for the young jinchuuriki, he had a family to fall back on, no matter how distant it seemed to be growing.
Naturally, once he did enter the Academy with functioning albeit muted chakra coils, he was more mature than those around him, if only because he had over a year's head start. He excelled at all of the tactical work and taijutsu, but only some ninjutsu was available to him with superb control over what little chakra his body allowed him, but being merely average in a clan like his and an outsider due to age begets envy, snubbing, and all such other things that hurt Sadao but he wasn't ready to let show. If the other kids were a bit more cruel to him because their ninja parents warned them away from him, well... He didn't know that.
Weapons / Items10x Kunai
20x Shuriken
1x Weapon Scroll...
Wakizashi
JutsuCanon Jutsu
Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Ninken) – C-Rank
One Thousand Years of Death! – E-Rank
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique
Conduction
Type of Jutsu
Ninjutsu
Rank
D-Rank
Range
Close - Medium
Nature Type
Lightning, if any.
Description
A two-part attack generally revolving around the use of thin steel wire wrapped around his kunai. The first part purely relies on his physical skills to somehow stab the opponent with said kunai and implant the weapon in their body – usually in an arm or a leg, though the posterior can be a funny option. So long as it is touching them (or a body of water they are in) the technique should work.
Then, Sadao leaps away to a safe distance, and uses most if not all of the chakra he has available to shock the target through the wire with a haphazardly planned lightning jutsu.
Weaknesses
Draining at this point in time for Sadao to use because of low chakra reserves.
Relies on being able to stab said kunai into an opponent without them removing it. |
2,651 | 59 | 10 | 2,595 | 7,069 | Well Mitsuhide is always a good team player so maybe him. Then again Shina is a badass through and through. Maybe Kurani of Clan Aburame. Korra's got a smart brain on her and so does Sora. Anyone is fine with me maybe even the other Takumi. Him and his little furry buddy could be useful. Takumi said referring to the Inuzuka Clan's Takumi. While Hoshita's clan Takumi was strong willed Inuzuka's Takumi was a very strong ninja in terms of taijutsu. He had a ferocious spirit to overwhelm anyone in his path and he had some strange fixation on wolves as he always compared himself to them. "What about you anyone special your eyeing?" | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,652 | 59 | 11 | 2,622 | 3,600 | The girl had gone to bed the night before tired and bruised from a rough training session with three of her cousins, battered but feeling the stinging of her growing stronger with every fight. She’d been able to get passed all three of them several times before they overpowered her and brought her to the point where her father and mentor had called off the match and sent her to eat and sleep, one bruise forming darkly on the left side of her jaw. The training session had been long that day, meant to tire her out so that she would sleep a long while before school the next morning because otherwise she most likely wouldn’t sleep much at all before tomorrow by keeping herself awake and training overnight training regardless. Her room was simple enough, but large and extended and full of books considering her age and place, though most were out of her age groups normal reading level and genre pool, but she wasn’t the normal child.
The following morning the girl woke early, following through with her usual pattern of waking, showering, dressing and eating breakfast before heading to school. Today she wore her usual outfit of a pair of denim pants and a long sleeve shirt, the fabric black with a dragon embroidered into the back with purple thread, fire and flowers along the sleeves and the hems of the shirt. On her feet were her leather boots, worn and thin enough for her to channel her chakra through them when she fought or practiced her techniques. Her hair was loose today, unlike the normal day when she would tie up and back the long strands of red, purple, and black; the softly curling waves cascading over her shoulders and down her back, the ends swaying as she walked toward the school. The red silk ribbon over her head was tied in a bow by her mother’s doing, making her daughter look more like the young lady she was for her first day with her new team after graduating. She was supposed to find out who it was that she would be working with for the next several years, though the young Hyuga wasn’t very excited for it.
The prospect of new sparring partners was something she enjoyed, because those at the compound were beginning to become a bore for her to fight and she wasn’t getting any better against them. The Princess of Hyuga walked into the classroom just before class started and made her way to her seat in the very center of the room, aware of the stares she got from several others in the room. Shizuka turned her gaze on each other them in turn before coming to a silent seating on the chair while she waited for the teacher to talk again and not long afterward she could hear the idle chatter of those around her. She chose not to engage because more often than not she ended up screwing everything up when she spoke and decided it was best that she not speak to anyone until her team was decided. | Name
Shizuka Hyuga
Nickname/Alias
Shi-Chan
-Known only as thus by her younger sister and close friends-
Zuka
-By males in class mostly-
Princess Shizuka/Hyuga
Gender
Female
Age
14
Birthplace
Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline
Hyuga Main Branch
Rank
Genin
Chakra Nature
Water
Personality
Distant, Blunt and Pessimistic
Shizuka is the type to see the faults in someone or something first, to work those against the good things she rarely sees without looking hard at it. She is blunt in her words, honest and cruel when she speaks to people and she rarely beats around the bush either. It’s rare that she shows any real emotion to others, or lets someone in though at times she does allow another passed the wall she’s created between herself and others, that wall that keeps everyone out and away from her.
Determined, Ruthless and Impulsively Violent
What she lacks in passion and care and empathy she makes up for with her endless determination to do what it is that she has set out to do. She stops at nothing when she gives herself a task and until it has been completed she will not whole-heartedly give herself to another mission. When fighting she shows no mercy to her opponent, attacking them relentlessly until they realize the folly of going against her, or until they are left at the brink of collapsing from pain or exhaustion. While she does not often show emotion outwardly, she is known for random acts of violence when alone or during a fight for it often comes about when she’s been angered or taunted into a destructive rage; Normally she only let’s this show when it’s dark and she’s alone and practicing.
History
Shizuka was born fourteen years ago on the night of a cold winter storm, a comet flying through the sky during her birth that her parents thought was a sign of her greatness. She was of the main branch, with nothing to hold her back from being the best she could be, and as the first child she was heir to the head of the clan unless a boy was born to her parents. None was, though they had a second daughter when Shizuka was five.
The girl, being the young genius that she was, was never satisfied with how proficient she got at something and often spent long hours of the day training, whenever she wasn’t at school she was in the back yard, in her clearing sanctuary or inside the compounds training rooms working on her techniques. Often she would work herself until she passed out, though the more she trained the longer it took for her to collapse from exhaustion and soon she found that she could out work most of the others training in the clan. When she was eleven she had the first of her uncontrollable rages when fighting.
She was sparring with one of the cadet branch and he had conceded the match long before she knew he was able; he refused to fight her to the most of his abilities. She hit him, harder than she had expected she could, forcing a large amount of her chakra into his body and nearly killing him though she didn’t realize it. Not until her father did the same to her.
She’s always wanted to be strong, since she was young and impressionable and she hates the way that the Hyuga clan is looked down on and not respected as it was in the stories, how others look at her as if she’s some sort of fragile object as well. She wants to show them that she’s strong enough to lead and not just follow traditions.
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Weapons/Items
A single Kodachi
-A gift from her older cousin for her twelfth birthday, in preparation for the beginning of her more advanced weapons training –
Kunai
-Often carries three or four on her person in case of a fight that requires less than normal-
A length of string
-She carries this for retrieval, trip wires and varies other things she may need it for-
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Kekkei Genaki
Name of Kekkei Genkai
Byakugan
Clan
Hyuga
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Canon Jutsu
Water Whip
-Limitations; She is unable to use lightning in her techniques and can only sustain it as long as she is touching the vessel she creates it through (a small wood and leather handle)-
Palm Bottom
Gentle Fist Taijutsu
Rotation
-Developed/learned, though not yet perfected, out of curiosity and the desire to cover her weaknesses-
Custom Jutsu
Not Applicable as of yet. Will update later.
Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu: Nin/Gen/Tai
Rank:
Range: Mid -
Nature Type:
Description:
Weaknesses:
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2,653 | 59 | 12 | 2,595 | 7,069 | Suddenly Mina "Now everyone as you know a large group of genin from the leaf village's previous class did not complete the chunin exams, so you will be starting up in squads starting at number 10 and up. This is to avoid any conflict with teams who already have the first digits. But don't let yourselves worry too much about the last class, do what you can to succeed in your own right as ninja. You have been chosen to replace the old ninja generation and to prove that the choice that the daimyo made to remove samurai as the protectors of the village was the correct one. So don't give up, keep your chin up, and keep that positive attitude. Now everyone come and please come and get your head bands...I apologize for not bringing them yesterday but we have to keep with tradition and give'em out today." Mina said initially inspirational but then reduced to childish laughter and a smile. Mina grinned at all of the students as they started coming down one by one. It was more than clear that she was proud of their accomplishments. Though she did lament the fact that two ninja dropped out of the class leaving them with an uneven number.
Mitsuhide grinned and smiled from ear to ear as he nudged Nara to move. Sora gave a annoyed grunt and glared at him, "Yeah what is it?" Sora asked patiently. "COME ON!!! Move it Sora!" Mitsuhide said in her ear as she glared at him angrily and just stared at him like he was the most annoying object in the world. "Fine fine I'm going..." she said tiredly yawning and getting up she fell behind Mia Ayami from the row across from them leaving him next to the Uchiha girl...he disliked the Uchiha for a number of reasons besides the fact that they were untrustworthy and a danger to the village. His parents told him that his grand father Hashirama had quarreled with the Uchiha before the founding of the village and a certain Uchiha almost destroyed their village. Their sharingan also creeped him out a bit though. I mean who enjoyed messing with someone's head? That sort of thing was wrong! "What's wrong are you scared Mitsu? Just like a Senju to be a wimp!" Shina said frowning at him in disproval. It seems the rivalry will never die...Mitsuhide and Shina had almost always failed in doing anything when they worked together and it infuriated both parties. Shina was one of the most versatile ninja in the academy. Mitsuhide had the whole wood style of the first hokage thing going with him and both ended up simply ignoring the others in the class when it came down to it in favor of making the other look bad. In fact the two had nearly gotten into a fist fight once over how to use jutsu properly.
Mitsuhide grunted and frowned back getting in her face, "Really? THIS coming from you of all people? What's your constant fixation on poking at me like I'm some sort of wild animal? It's probably to detract from the fact that you're out of shape?" Shina looked at Mitsuhide with a face that would shatter his own face like glass if it could. Regardless Mitsuhide moved forward as Shina did and the head bands in front of them all of them showing the same symbol on all of them but some where red, blue, and black. They each were custom made to fit the young shinobi who would be receiving them. "Man I can't wait I'm so excited! I hope me and Shin and Kora all get placed on the same team!" said Takumi Hoshita as he talked with Mia who was in front of him. Mitsuhide respected Takumi but he was one of the lowest ranked in the class and really he'd prefer to get with a group a little stronger than what Takumi was probably going to get. Heck in Takumi's eyes he only saw that Mia liked him as a friend despite the fact that she had a crush on him for god knows how long. How oblivious do you get when a girl makes a lunch for you two weeks in a row?
Moving on Mitsuhide looked at the whole class but only one thought came to mind. "I hope my team doesn't have Shina on it. If it does I'll quit being a ninja and be a farmer instead. Oh who am I kidding it's not like mom would let me do that..." Mitsuhide muttered to himself as he advanced in line and received a black one. He stood there for a second and looked at Mia who was jumping up and down giggling along with some of the other girls despite her shyness and he heard how Shin boasting that he'd be Hokage some day. All dreams may come true but they could always fail miserably. Mitsuhide hoped the best for his class mate in achieving that dream. Personally all that paper work seemed dull in comparison to being a jounin...Mitsuhide looked down at the headband and sighed it was finally time to leave his old self behind. The academy student, the wandering child, and the sarcastic wise guy. All of them had to make way for a new professional version of him. Not that they'd be gone completely but he had to move up on the world and not stay in his own shell. Mitsuhide opened his eyes and studied it for a moment looking at it like it was a poisonous bug. "Hey Mitsu are you ok?" Mina asked worried about the boy's health he was always so talkative and rambunctious she expected more out of the kid...Mitsuhide grinned and shook his head, "Sensei don't worry, I'm ok. I was just thinking about stuff and how the world's going to change a lot from now on." Mitsuhide finally moved out of line and put on the small forehead protector on as a bandanna covering his hair and only the black tips were pushed out. He gave a high give to one of his fellow classmates and hugged one of his closer friends before going back to his seat. | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,654 | 59 | 13 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Sadao paused for a moment as if trying to work out his own answer. Really, he'd be fine with anyone on his team – or rather, it would make no difference. Strong or weak, all ninja had their specialties; be they Clan-related (like the Yamanakas, or the Naras) or just individually skilled shinobi who would move up into ANBU or into medical care. But then again...
Kekkei Genkei were really useful, in whatever form they came in. Working beside a Sharingan-user (or Byakugan, Sadao mused, as the Hyuuga Heiress walked by with her head held high and back stiffly straight, posh) would bring about infinite possibilities on the battlefield. But, as his father said, always a risky move – if the team goes down in the field, it was too, too easy for someone outside of Konoha's influence to steal their eyes and their power, and then maybe a war would start and–
Was that morbid?
Yeah, yeah it was.
Sadao was cut off from answering (and he thanked whatever higher power was out there for that with only a not-at-all sincere, apologetic smile to Takumi) by Mina-sensei. He was near the front but through sheer happenstance he was one of the last to head up to collect his headband – blue, silver, swirl. The metal felt heavier than it ought to, though that could be the melodramatic weight of responsibility and the Will of Fire pressing down on him. He couldn't help himself – he frowned while he tied the headband temporarily to his upper arm and waited patiently for his team to be announced.
If he was being honest with himself, he would prefer Hyūga Shizuka on his team. That was his answer. | Sadao, 14
Nickname(s)"Saddo"; Little Fang
GenderMale
BirthplaceKonohagakure
ClanHatake Clan – A renowned clan of ninjas known for their adaptability and versatility, as well as inherent natural skill when it comes to the shinobi arts. "The Hatake name has been one uttered with pride by the villagers of Konohagakure, as their members have served with distinction and exceptional skill from the moment of the village's creation to the present."
RankGenin
Chakra NatureLightning / Fire (Kyuubi)
AppearanceAt fourteen (a year or two older than most Academy graduates), Sadao has already had his first growth-spurt and is primed for another one – standing about half-a-head taller than those around him. He's thin and lanky, and no matter how many sweets he eats, he doesn't seem to put on any weight. Lucky! His graceful build is more suited to speed and subtlety than brute strength, typical of most shinobi.
As it is, Sadao's hair is not quite long enough to be pulled up into a ponytail as most male members of his clan wear it; it's silvery-white (still on the darker side) and more akin to a dog's mane than an actual style. Rumour in his academy class suggested that he never brushed it and just left it as it was when he rolled out of bed in the morning. He has his mother's eyes – a kind of aquamarine blue – or at least he presumes he does as his father's are black.
PersonalityIn general, Sadao is aloof, desiring to alienate himself from a group before others do it for him. With the traits and expectations of great shinobi drilled into him since he could walk and talk, he is content to stay out of the limelight and do what ninja do best: spy, sabotage, kill. Even if he didn't have the "once bitten, twice shy" approach to human contact, he's quiet, conscientious and more than a little awkward when it comes to talking to people about things other than the best way to set up a tripwire.
Stoic and silent in combat as well as in normal, everyday life, Sadao follows his own "bushido" code; rules ingrained into him, some from his father and others made up by himself. The most important ones include the unhealthy "never give up; show no pain" and then the much more morbid, "die first before allies to but them time to escape." He does care! Sort of. What Sadao needs are friends to bolster is self-worth and perhaps melt that iron crust.
HistoryFresh out of the Academy, it's safe to say that Sadao hasn't really lived much – at least, he's only been outside the protective walls of Konoha once or twice in his life. Even so, he knows hardship and adversity (to some extent), but that's skipping ahead in the story. Hatake Sadao was born to Hatake Genji and an unknown woman. His father refuses to say and Sadao himself has only the vaguest memories of red hair and an easy smile. Naturally, born in to the Clan he was, Sadao already had his destiny pre-planned for him: go to the Academy, become a ninja, move on up into ANBU, but that may have been off-set more than a little by the Nine-Tails residing within him.
The Kyuubi's strict seal, intricate as it is, prevents Sadao from utilising the fullest potential of his chakra, at least for now. Due to persistent, childish questioning as to why his entrance into the Academy was delayed by one-and-a-half years (because Sadao's chakra coils were unusually slow to develop), his father ended up telling him, though not in the way that was at all helpful to a kid who already felt like a massive disappointment. It went something like: "You have a great responsibility; a great burden. A monster is residing within you, and it is your duty to do what you can to keep it contained."
Yeah, there was more than a little introspection and full-blown panic on Sadao's part, at least for a few years.
While he had to wait to enter the Academy, it doesn't mean he didn't train (and by Kami, he did, because who wanted to be the failure of the family?) as there were always cousins around to teach him bits and pieces of taijutsu and the physical talents of ninjutsu – throwing shuriken, kunai, using a short sword. The Hatake family had fallen on difficult times, at least in terms of how few of them there were left, but they never judged Sadao for his containment of the tailed beast. It wasn't an honour, but nor was it something to be terrified and judgmental of. A rather pragmatic approach, at least compared to the civilians who knew about it.
If Genji took on more frequent, more dangerous missions and delegated training his son to his uncle, Hatake Akira, then nobody could blame the man, of course. Sadao grew up hearing the snide comments, the "It must be difficult to raise such a thing," but grew to tune them out, those and the insults. He only ended up in hospital once for a black eye, and that was when Academy-kids from what would have been his year threw rocks at him, merely mimicking their parents' primal fear. Luckily for the young jinchuuriki, he had a family to fall back on, no matter how distant it seemed to be growing.
Naturally, once he did enter the Academy with functioning albeit muted chakra coils, he was more mature than those around him, if only because he had over a year's head start. He excelled at all of the tactical work and taijutsu, but only some ninjutsu was available to him with superb control over what little chakra his body allowed him, but being merely average in a clan like his and an outsider due to age begets envy, snubbing, and all such other things that hurt Sadao but he wasn't ready to let show. If the other kids were a bit more cruel to him because their ninja parents warned them away from him, well... He didn't know that.
Weapons / Items10x Kunai
20x Shuriken
1x Weapon Scroll...
Wakizashi
JutsuCanon Jutsu
Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Ninken) – C-Rank
One Thousand Years of Death! – E-Rank
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique
Conduction
Type of Jutsu
Ninjutsu
Rank
D-Rank
Range
Close - Medium
Nature Type
Lightning, if any.
Description
A two-part attack generally revolving around the use of thin steel wire wrapped around his kunai. The first part purely relies on his physical skills to somehow stab the opponent with said kunai and implant the weapon in their body – usually in an arm or a leg, though the posterior can be a funny option. So long as it is touching them (or a body of water they are in) the technique should work.
Then, Sadao leaps away to a safe distance, and uses most if not all of the chakra he has available to shock the target through the wire with a haphazardly planned lightning jutsu.
Weaknesses
Draining at this point in time for Sadao to use because of low chakra reserves.
Relies on being able to stab said kunai into an opponent without them removing it. |
2,655 | 59 | 14 | 1,243 | 1,011 | The time had finally come and thankfully so. Not only was he getting out of this awkward situation, but he was also about to get his headband. The first sign that showed people that you were finally a ninja even if it was a genin. Most didn't care about the status of genin since it didn't really warrant much. It wasn't until you became a Chuunin that most usually respected you. Maybe he and his squad could change that. They could be the first genin squad that could outclass a group of Chuunin. He could dream big, couldn't he? He knew that he had the potential for it. Not only was he a Uchiha, but he was also one that had awakened his clan's Kekkei Genkai at such an early age. He was pretty rare and some would even consider him a prodigy for it. If only they knew what he had to go through just to be able to unlock it.
Arashi made his way into the line when Mina told them to line up. He was in front of Mia, but wasn't close enough to the front as he wanted to be. When it was his turn to get his headband he was more than excited. He picked up one with black cloth. He always preferred that to the typical blue. He gripped it in his hand and started to shake as if it he were nervous or scared. No one would have seen him act like this before and it concerned Mina Sensei. She reached for his shoulder with a concerned look on her face saying, "Arashi... Ar--."
He cut her off by looking at her with a determined smile. "I couldn't be better, Mina Sensei. I made it. I'm a genin." He was glad that he had cut his bangs the night before or else he would have had to put his headband somewhere other than his forehead. He wanted to wear it proudly so that everyone could see that Arashi Uchiha had finally started his journey as a shinobi. He tied it around his head and finally made it back to his seat still with a smile on his face.
Reality hadn't completely sunken in with him though. Unlike the others he didn't think much about who he would end up pairing with in his squad. He knew that he wouldn't be in the same squad as another Uchiha. That would be too stacked in their favor. He just hoped that he and his squad would get along and get stronger together. Maybe they could help him with his goal of changing the way people viewed the Uchiha clan. | Name: Arashi Uchiha
Nickname/Alias: The Storm Child/The Uchiha's Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha Clan
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Fire
(Without the piercings)
Personality: Despite his upbringing Arashi isn't like the typical Uchiha clan member. He's no elitist who thinks he's better than everyone and he's not dark, mysterious, or broody. He's actually pretty open with others. He's kind and cares a lot for those close to him. He loves his clan, but his true loyalties would remain with his village and his comrades. When it comes to battle he has a mix of two sides. He's not cocky yet he does show confidence in battle and he's also serious. He's really serious when he can feel the danger from the situation. Otherwise he tends to taunt his opponent and sometimes his own comrades if they can't pull it together. He's not the type of person to leave someone behind if it could be helped. He'd rather risk his life than let someone on his team die. He's artistic and imaginative and shows it with the stories and comics that he tends to write about his everyday life. He makes even the exciting situations more exciting.
He holds no ill will to any of the Senju clan or the rest of the village despite the bad blood between them in the wars. In fact he's more than determined to make peace between the clans. He wants to prove that the members of the Uchiha clan aren't selfish monsters who love to kill. That they're as much a part of this village as anyone else. He's not quick to anger, but when he does get angry he's not someone that you want to mess with. It's like he has an inner demon that forces its way out. He doesn't, but it feels that way.
History: Arashi didn't necessarily have an ordinary upbringing. Well, it wasn't ordinary by today's standards. He was born on a stormy night which gave him his name and his nickname. His father had more to do with his raising than his mother did. His raised him as if they were still having war with the clans. He pushed him and pushed him to make him better. Arashi was his father's only child so he pretty much expected the best out of him. People would look at him and see his father's kid. He had to be able to stand out among the kids his age so his power could be a reflection of his father's. Arashi didn't necessarily like that he was being pushed like this, but he had no choice. His father didn't want him entering the Academy until he was sure that he would be a perfect student. He didn't even just mean a student who could ace any test, but a student who once starting in the Academy was beginning to awaken his family's power.
Arashi awakened his Sharingan half-way to graduation. His father was surely proud of the work that he had done to get his son to this level. He pushed Arashi every day before then and sparred him just to trigger the awakening. For a time he even believed that the boy wouldn't even awaken the Sharingan and that he would be pretty much a waste. His awakened state gave him two tomoe in both eyes. This was a pretty rare feat and it actually made Arashi's dad smile at him for the first time. At least for the first time he could remember. He was sure he smiled when he was a baby. He had to, right?
Anyway. He went through the Academy and made friends. Most liked him because he wasn't as stuck or a bitch like the other Uchiha members in their class. He had no problems making friends and people enjoyed reading and looking at the stories he made through and after class. That's what he was doing whenever he wasn't training. He was making friends and working on his stories. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it made him feel like someone other than his father's weapon.
Currently only his father knows about his awakened Sharingan, because he doesn't go around flashing it to others. He only uses it when he needs to or when he's alone training and the former hasn't happened yet. Now he's about to graduate from the Academy and begin his journey as a shinobi. This was his time. The Tale of Arashi Uchiha begins here.
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Weapons/Items: Normal Ninja Tools and Weapons as well as a Tanto that he keeps at his left side.
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Kekkei Genkai:
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Two Tomoe)
Clan: Uchiha
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Jutsu:
Canon Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: This technique is seen as a rite of passage for the Uchiha clan. In fact it is to the point where Arashi couldn't even think about joining the Academy before he learned the technique. He's skilled with it, but it's not nearly as big as it could be and nor can this one move forward like an actual ball like that of a truly skilled practitioner.
Hazy Genjutsu: Arashi's skill with this isn't as strong as it could be. His range for the technique is only within about a forty yard radius of the target.
Genjutsu Dissipation: Arashi typically doesn't need to use this technique on himself due to his Sharingan so he mostly has it for others.
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Uchiha's Mark
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Rank: C-Rank
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Description: This is actually a technique that Arashi came up with himself. The reason for the rank is because it requires a good amount of speed and physical power. He starts out the technique by rushing towards his opponent to gather momentum. It's used best when the opponent is focused on something else is trying to get back up and into the battle. Once he reaches the opponent he launch kicks them backwards making sure they're physically off the ground. He then runs behind them to pull a kunai on them and stab them in the back, hence the name. He was about ten years old and in a training session with his father when he made it up. It failed miserably then, but he's sure it'd be better used on people around his level.
Weaknesses: It's taijutsu.
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2,656 | 59 | 15 | 2,595 | 7,069 | Hey Sadao lookin' good big guy! Then again I look better. Mitsuhide said with a chuckle as he gave a thumbs up to the Hatake. He didn't know him all that well but hey everyone get's one right? "Don't worry I'm only messing with you shorty. Some friendly razzing before we go our separate ways and stuff. Hey maybe you'll get paired up with Shina I'm sure that'll be a fun group." Mitsuhide said as he patted on the back as Shina tied a blue headband around her head and smacked Mitsuhide on his before sitting back down and left Mitsuhide rubbing his head. | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,657 | 59 | 16 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Sadao was Confused – with a capital 'C'. People didn't usually talk to him so much but first Hoshita (who he'd perhaps spoken with once or twice in his life) and now Mitsuhide Senju addressing him within minutes of each other. Was this a new thing? He wasn't quite sure whether the other boy was joking or not, no matter how likely it was, so he simply rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment at not knowing what to do, answering with a nod.
But 'Shorty'? That was a new one. He was sure the bewilderment showed on his face and he couldn't even help it.
“'Friendly razzing' is a bit of an oxymoron, isn't it?” Sadao wondered, head tilted to the side before his eyes flitted to the Uchiha as she was pointed out. “I don't think so... Shina's at the top, and isn't it now traditional for the best pupil to be paired with the bottom?” Hakate wasn't at the bottom – his Clan and his own honour wouldn't allow for that – and his taijutsu scores brought up his abysmally low ninjutsu ones, so it seemed increasingly unlikely. “Who knows? Maybe we'll be paired together?” | Sadao, 14
Nickname(s)"Saddo"; Little Fang
GenderMale
BirthplaceKonohagakure
ClanHatake Clan – A renowned clan of ninjas known for their adaptability and versatility, as well as inherent natural skill when it comes to the shinobi arts. "The Hatake name has been one uttered with pride by the villagers of Konohagakure, as their members have served with distinction and exceptional skill from the moment of the village's creation to the present."
RankGenin
Chakra NatureLightning / Fire (Kyuubi)
AppearanceAt fourteen (a year or two older than most Academy graduates), Sadao has already had his first growth-spurt and is primed for another one – standing about half-a-head taller than those around him. He's thin and lanky, and no matter how many sweets he eats, he doesn't seem to put on any weight. Lucky! His graceful build is more suited to speed and subtlety than brute strength, typical of most shinobi.
As it is, Sadao's hair is not quite long enough to be pulled up into a ponytail as most male members of his clan wear it; it's silvery-white (still on the darker side) and more akin to a dog's mane than an actual style. Rumour in his academy class suggested that he never brushed it and just left it as it was when he rolled out of bed in the morning. He has his mother's eyes – a kind of aquamarine blue – or at least he presumes he does as his father's are black.
PersonalityIn general, Sadao is aloof, desiring to alienate himself from a group before others do it for him. With the traits and expectations of great shinobi drilled into him since he could walk and talk, he is content to stay out of the limelight and do what ninja do best: spy, sabotage, kill. Even if he didn't have the "once bitten, twice shy" approach to human contact, he's quiet, conscientious and more than a little awkward when it comes to talking to people about things other than the best way to set up a tripwire.
Stoic and silent in combat as well as in normal, everyday life, Sadao follows his own "bushido" code; rules ingrained into him, some from his father and others made up by himself. The most important ones include the unhealthy "never give up; show no pain" and then the much more morbid, "die first before allies to but them time to escape." He does care! Sort of. What Sadao needs are friends to bolster is self-worth and perhaps melt that iron crust.
HistoryFresh out of the Academy, it's safe to say that Sadao hasn't really lived much – at least, he's only been outside the protective walls of Konoha once or twice in his life. Even so, he knows hardship and adversity (to some extent), but that's skipping ahead in the story. Hatake Sadao was born to Hatake Genji and an unknown woman. His father refuses to say and Sadao himself has only the vaguest memories of red hair and an easy smile. Naturally, born in to the Clan he was, Sadao already had his destiny pre-planned for him: go to the Academy, become a ninja, move on up into ANBU, but that may have been off-set more than a little by the Nine-Tails residing within him.
The Kyuubi's strict seal, intricate as it is, prevents Sadao from utilising the fullest potential of his chakra, at least for now. Due to persistent, childish questioning as to why his entrance into the Academy was delayed by one-and-a-half years (because Sadao's chakra coils were unusually slow to develop), his father ended up telling him, though not in the way that was at all helpful to a kid who already felt like a massive disappointment. It went something like: "You have a great responsibility; a great burden. A monster is residing within you, and it is your duty to do what you can to keep it contained."
Yeah, there was more than a little introspection and full-blown panic on Sadao's part, at least for a few years.
While he had to wait to enter the Academy, it doesn't mean he didn't train (and by Kami, he did, because who wanted to be the failure of the family?) as there were always cousins around to teach him bits and pieces of taijutsu and the physical talents of ninjutsu – throwing shuriken, kunai, using a short sword. The Hatake family had fallen on difficult times, at least in terms of how few of them there were left, but they never judged Sadao for his containment of the tailed beast. It wasn't an honour, but nor was it something to be terrified and judgmental of. A rather pragmatic approach, at least compared to the civilians who knew about it.
If Genji took on more frequent, more dangerous missions and delegated training his son to his uncle, Hatake Akira, then nobody could blame the man, of course. Sadao grew up hearing the snide comments, the "It must be difficult to raise such a thing," but grew to tune them out, those and the insults. He only ended up in hospital once for a black eye, and that was when Academy-kids from what would have been his year threw rocks at him, merely mimicking their parents' primal fear. Luckily for the young jinchuuriki, he had a family to fall back on, no matter how distant it seemed to be growing.
Naturally, once he did enter the Academy with functioning albeit muted chakra coils, he was more mature than those around him, if only because he had over a year's head start. He excelled at all of the tactical work and taijutsu, but only some ninjutsu was available to him with superb control over what little chakra his body allowed him, but being merely average in a clan like his and an outsider due to age begets envy, snubbing, and all such other things that hurt Sadao but he wasn't ready to let show. If the other kids were a bit more cruel to him because their ninja parents warned them away from him, well... He didn't know that.
Weapons / Items10x Kunai
20x Shuriken
1x Weapon Scroll...
Wakizashi
JutsuCanon Jutsu
Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Ninken) – C-Rank
One Thousand Years of Death! – E-Rank
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique
Conduction
Type of Jutsu
Ninjutsu
Rank
D-Rank
Range
Close - Medium
Nature Type
Lightning, if any.
Description
A two-part attack generally revolving around the use of thin steel wire wrapped around his kunai. The first part purely relies on his physical skills to somehow stab the opponent with said kunai and implant the weapon in their body – usually in an arm or a leg, though the posterior can be a funny option. So long as it is touching them (or a body of water they are in) the technique should work.
Then, Sadao leaps away to a safe distance, and uses most if not all of the chakra he has available to shock the target through the wire with a haphazardly planned lightning jutsu.
Weaknesses
Draining at this point in time for Sadao to use because of low chakra reserves.
Relies on being able to stab said kunai into an opponent without them removing it. |
2,658 | 59 | 17 | 2,595 | 7,069 | It's a joke big guy. I was just messing with you jeez. I mean come on I know not a lot of guys chat with you and stuff but it's graduation. You're suppose to mingle and mess around with others. If you got one day not to be a silent hermit in the corner now's the day. Mitsuhide said simply as he shrugged at the comment regarding them being teamed together. He didn't exactly know Hatake all too much and he was as far as he was aware a quiet guy. "I mean it's possible. But I wouldn't count on it all to much. But yeah if you don't have Shina you probably won't get me either remember I'm top of the class in ninjutsu. My best guess you'll be paired with Sora and Mia. But hey whatever happens good luck dude." | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,659 | 59 | 18 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Mitsuhide came top in ninjutsu. Yes, how could he forget? Kami, even his own internal voice was becoming sarcastic, Sadao realised, dry as a bone. He consoled himself (as his uncle once did) by admitting that massive chakra reserves and unique chakra-related talents were not typical of his clan. Silent, stealthy tactics, that was it, and in the field survival lessons Hatake often liked to remember he'd surprised everyone by wrecking the scores on what practically amounted to a solo mission.
(And, yes, if the two rookie ninjas who dropped out were meant to be his training team in that lesson, well, that wasn't his problem.)
“I'm not a hermit. The way I see it, it's best not to get into bad habits of talking all the time,” Sadao said, though not unkindly. He shrugged, already in the process of tugging up his blue bandana over his mouth. It was a good thing his family had predicted what colour of headband he'd gone for, otherwise it would be some sort of fashion faux pas.
“Thank you. Same to you.” | Sadao, 14
Nickname(s)"Saddo"; Little Fang
GenderMale
BirthplaceKonohagakure
ClanHatake Clan – A renowned clan of ninjas known for their adaptability and versatility, as well as inherent natural skill when it comes to the shinobi arts. "The Hatake name has been one uttered with pride by the villagers of Konohagakure, as their members have served with distinction and exceptional skill from the moment of the village's creation to the present."
RankGenin
Chakra NatureLightning / Fire (Kyuubi)
AppearanceAt fourteen (a year or two older than most Academy graduates), Sadao has already had his first growth-spurt and is primed for another one – standing about half-a-head taller than those around him. He's thin and lanky, and no matter how many sweets he eats, he doesn't seem to put on any weight. Lucky! His graceful build is more suited to speed and subtlety than brute strength, typical of most shinobi.
As it is, Sadao's hair is not quite long enough to be pulled up into a ponytail as most male members of his clan wear it; it's silvery-white (still on the darker side) and more akin to a dog's mane than an actual style. Rumour in his academy class suggested that he never brushed it and just left it as it was when he rolled out of bed in the morning. He has his mother's eyes – a kind of aquamarine blue – or at least he presumes he does as his father's are black.
PersonalityIn general, Sadao is aloof, desiring to alienate himself from a group before others do it for him. With the traits and expectations of great shinobi drilled into him since he could walk and talk, he is content to stay out of the limelight and do what ninja do best: spy, sabotage, kill. Even if he didn't have the "once bitten, twice shy" approach to human contact, he's quiet, conscientious and more than a little awkward when it comes to talking to people about things other than the best way to set up a tripwire.
Stoic and silent in combat as well as in normal, everyday life, Sadao follows his own "bushido" code; rules ingrained into him, some from his father and others made up by himself. The most important ones include the unhealthy "never give up; show no pain" and then the much more morbid, "die first before allies to but them time to escape." He does care! Sort of. What Sadao needs are friends to bolster is self-worth and perhaps melt that iron crust.
HistoryFresh out of the Academy, it's safe to say that Sadao hasn't really lived much – at least, he's only been outside the protective walls of Konoha once or twice in his life. Even so, he knows hardship and adversity (to some extent), but that's skipping ahead in the story. Hatake Sadao was born to Hatake Genji and an unknown woman. His father refuses to say and Sadao himself has only the vaguest memories of red hair and an easy smile. Naturally, born in to the Clan he was, Sadao already had his destiny pre-planned for him: go to the Academy, become a ninja, move on up into ANBU, but that may have been off-set more than a little by the Nine-Tails residing within him.
The Kyuubi's strict seal, intricate as it is, prevents Sadao from utilising the fullest potential of his chakra, at least for now. Due to persistent, childish questioning as to why his entrance into the Academy was delayed by one-and-a-half years (because Sadao's chakra coils were unusually slow to develop), his father ended up telling him, though not in the way that was at all helpful to a kid who already felt like a massive disappointment. It went something like: "You have a great responsibility; a great burden. A monster is residing within you, and it is your duty to do what you can to keep it contained."
Yeah, there was more than a little introspection and full-blown panic on Sadao's part, at least for a few years.
While he had to wait to enter the Academy, it doesn't mean he didn't train (and by Kami, he did, because who wanted to be the failure of the family?) as there were always cousins around to teach him bits and pieces of taijutsu and the physical talents of ninjutsu – throwing shuriken, kunai, using a short sword. The Hatake family had fallen on difficult times, at least in terms of how few of them there were left, but they never judged Sadao for his containment of the tailed beast. It wasn't an honour, but nor was it something to be terrified and judgmental of. A rather pragmatic approach, at least compared to the civilians who knew about it.
If Genji took on more frequent, more dangerous missions and delegated training his son to his uncle, Hatake Akira, then nobody could blame the man, of course. Sadao grew up hearing the snide comments, the "It must be difficult to raise such a thing," but grew to tune them out, those and the insults. He only ended up in hospital once for a black eye, and that was when Academy-kids from what would have been his year threw rocks at him, merely mimicking their parents' primal fear. Luckily for the young jinchuuriki, he had a family to fall back on, no matter how distant it seemed to be growing.
Naturally, once he did enter the Academy with functioning albeit muted chakra coils, he was more mature than those around him, if only because he had over a year's head start. He excelled at all of the tactical work and taijutsu, but only some ninjutsu was available to him with superb control over what little chakra his body allowed him, but being merely average in a clan like his and an outsider due to age begets envy, snubbing, and all such other things that hurt Sadao but he wasn't ready to let show. If the other kids were a bit more cruel to him because their ninja parents warned them away from him, well... He didn't know that.
Weapons / Items10x Kunai
20x Shuriken
1x Weapon Scroll...
Wakizashi
JutsuCanon Jutsu
Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Ninken) – C-Rank
One Thousand Years of Death! – E-Rank
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique
Conduction
Type of Jutsu
Ninjutsu
Rank
D-Rank
Range
Close - Medium
Nature Type
Lightning, if any.
Description
A two-part attack generally revolving around the use of thin steel wire wrapped around his kunai. The first part purely relies on his physical skills to somehow stab the opponent with said kunai and implant the weapon in their body – usually in an arm or a leg, though the posterior can be a funny option. So long as it is touching them (or a body of water they are in) the technique should work.
Then, Sadao leaps away to a safe distance, and uses most if not all of the chakra he has available to shock the target through the wire with a haphazardly planned lightning jutsu.
Weaknesses
Draining at this point in time for Sadao to use because of low chakra reserves.
Relies on being able to stab said kunai into an opponent without them removing it. |
2,660 | 59 | 19 | 2,622 | 3,600 | The girl listened as the teacher called the students down, congratulating them on graduating and she passively followed after the initial swarm of students eager to get their headbands and show off their skills and talk to the other students. Shizuka hadn't often spoken to other students here, only really saying anything to those she must for certain training sessions and to answer questions directly asked of her. The girl stepped forward, passing other students already milling about to take her headband from the woman who had spent her time teaching them. "Thank you. You have assisted in teaching me valuable lessons I could not have learned in the compound." She said to the woman with a slight bow and stepped away again, tying the black-purple band around her left thigh before standing and looking around again. Her pale purple eyes flowed around the room, finding a few that she had always thought were interesting to watch though they settled quietly on a pair not too far away that stood talking to each other, one seemingly uncomfortable.
She was alone in a crowd of people, few bothering to glance her way and non trying ti initiate conversation with her either though with a deep breath she stepped forward again and walked toward Mitsuhide and Sadao as they spoke together. She had interacted with them a few times, though the Hakate had always been interesting to watch fight and the one she would prefer to speak with or be on the same team as. "Congratulations on graduating." The Hyuga spoke quietly, though there was little softness in her voice as she bowed her head slightly in greeting. She didn't stand close enough as to suggest friendship or familiarity, but not so far away as to not be able to converse with the two males. | Name
Shizuka Hyuga
Nickname/Alias
Shi-Chan
-Known only as thus by her younger sister and close friends-
Zuka
-By males in class mostly-
Princess Shizuka/Hyuga
Gender
Female
Age
14
Birthplace
Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline
Hyuga Main Branch
Rank
Genin
Chakra Nature
Water
Personality
Distant, Blunt and Pessimistic
Shizuka is the type to see the faults in someone or something first, to work those against the good things she rarely sees without looking hard at it. She is blunt in her words, honest and cruel when she speaks to people and she rarely beats around the bush either. It’s rare that she shows any real emotion to others, or lets someone in though at times she does allow another passed the wall she’s created between herself and others, that wall that keeps everyone out and away from her.
Determined, Ruthless and Impulsively Violent
What she lacks in passion and care and empathy she makes up for with her endless determination to do what it is that she has set out to do. She stops at nothing when she gives herself a task and until it has been completed she will not whole-heartedly give herself to another mission. When fighting she shows no mercy to her opponent, attacking them relentlessly until they realize the folly of going against her, or until they are left at the brink of collapsing from pain or exhaustion. While she does not often show emotion outwardly, she is known for random acts of violence when alone or during a fight for it often comes about when she’s been angered or taunted into a destructive rage; Normally she only let’s this show when it’s dark and she’s alone and practicing.
History
Shizuka was born fourteen years ago on the night of a cold winter storm, a comet flying through the sky during her birth that her parents thought was a sign of her greatness. She was of the main branch, with nothing to hold her back from being the best she could be, and as the first child she was heir to the head of the clan unless a boy was born to her parents. None was, though they had a second daughter when Shizuka was five.
The girl, being the young genius that she was, was never satisfied with how proficient she got at something and often spent long hours of the day training, whenever she wasn’t at school she was in the back yard, in her clearing sanctuary or inside the compounds training rooms working on her techniques. Often she would work herself until she passed out, though the more she trained the longer it took for her to collapse from exhaustion and soon she found that she could out work most of the others training in the clan. When she was eleven she had the first of her uncontrollable rages when fighting.
She was sparring with one of the cadet branch and he had conceded the match long before she knew he was able; he refused to fight her to the most of his abilities. She hit him, harder than she had expected she could, forcing a large amount of her chakra into his body and nearly killing him though she didn’t realize it. Not until her father did the same to her.
She’s always wanted to be strong, since she was young and impressionable and she hates the way that the Hyuga clan is looked down on and not respected as it was in the stories, how others look at her as if she’s some sort of fragile object as well. She wants to show them that she’s strong enough to lead and not just follow traditions.
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Weapons/Items
A single Kodachi
-A gift from her older cousin for her twelfth birthday, in preparation for the beginning of her more advanced weapons training –
Kunai
-Often carries three or four on her person in case of a fight that requires less than normal-
A length of string
-She carries this for retrieval, trip wires and varies other things she may need it for-
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Kekkei Genaki
Name of Kekkei Genkai
Byakugan
Clan
Hyuga
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Canon Jutsu
Water Whip
-Limitations; She is unable to use lightning in her techniques and can only sustain it as long as she is touching the vessel she creates it through (a small wood and leather handle)-
Palm Bottom
Gentle Fist Taijutsu
Rotation
-Developed/learned, though not yet perfected, out of curiosity and the desire to cover her weaknesses-
Custom Jutsu
Not Applicable as of yet. Will update later.
Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu: Nin/Gen/Tai
Rank:
Range: Mid -
Nature Type:
Description:
Weaknesses:
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Type of Jutsu:
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2,661 | 59 | 20 | 2,595 | 7,069 | I wish you well in your journey Shizuka. Coutinue to make your family proud. I honestly can say I enjoyed teaching you and I hop to see you around the village if you need any help from me or Hiyato Sensei please feel free to ask for it. Mina said to Shizuka with a big smile and a nod to her. Hiyato was the on and off teacher that helped Mina between lessons he was sort of a extra teacher and the two worked well together. However as Shizuka walked away she turned to Korra who was asking some final questions about some sort of ninjutsu. When Shizuka came up to Mitsuhide and Sadao it was rather surprising for Mitsuhide. "Uh yeah princess same to you good luck out there and I hope you get a good sensei." Mitsuhide said as he finally went to sit back down. However had to get past Sora first which was a challenge in it's own right. She never was easy to move... | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,662 | 59 | 21 | 1,243 | 1,011 | Arashi noticed most of the others already talking to each other sending forth congratulations and talking about who they think might end up on their squad. One the initial excitement brushed over him he decided that he should do the same. He got up from his seat and grabbed his book before looking around to see who he thought might be on his team and who he would want on his team. His eyes scanned the classroom and figuratively locked onto Hiyami Sarutobi. He was one of the top students in the class when it came to ninjutsu and taijutsu. His genjutsu wasn't something to laugh at either. This guy was the real deal and could definitely compete with someone in the Uchiha and Senju clans. He was friends with Sora of the Nara clan, but other than that he didn't know much about him.
He did know that the Sarutobi clan embodied the Will of Fire like the Senju clan. Some could even say they embodied it even more as they didn't really hold any prejudice towards anyone who lived in the village. If there was any clan that could help change the way people viewed the Uchiha clan it would be the Sarutobi. He decided to go ahead and talk to him. He made his way around the others and eventually got to Hiyumi.
"Congrats on graduating Hiyami." He started. "It's a big journey ahead of us. Thinking about any potential squadmates?" | Name: Arashi Uchiha
Nickname/Alias: The Storm Child/The Uchiha's Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha Clan
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Fire
(Without the piercings)
Personality: Despite his upbringing Arashi isn't like the typical Uchiha clan member. He's no elitist who thinks he's better than everyone and he's not dark, mysterious, or broody. He's actually pretty open with others. He's kind and cares a lot for those close to him. He loves his clan, but his true loyalties would remain with his village and his comrades. When it comes to battle he has a mix of two sides. He's not cocky yet he does show confidence in battle and he's also serious. He's really serious when he can feel the danger from the situation. Otherwise he tends to taunt his opponent and sometimes his own comrades if they can't pull it together. He's not the type of person to leave someone behind if it could be helped. He'd rather risk his life than let someone on his team die. He's artistic and imaginative and shows it with the stories and comics that he tends to write about his everyday life. He makes even the exciting situations more exciting.
He holds no ill will to any of the Senju clan or the rest of the village despite the bad blood between them in the wars. In fact he's more than determined to make peace between the clans. He wants to prove that the members of the Uchiha clan aren't selfish monsters who love to kill. That they're as much a part of this village as anyone else. He's not quick to anger, but when he does get angry he's not someone that you want to mess with. It's like he has an inner demon that forces its way out. He doesn't, but it feels that way.
History: Arashi didn't necessarily have an ordinary upbringing. Well, it wasn't ordinary by today's standards. He was born on a stormy night which gave him his name and his nickname. His father had more to do with his raising than his mother did. His raised him as if they were still having war with the clans. He pushed him and pushed him to make him better. Arashi was his father's only child so he pretty much expected the best out of him. People would look at him and see his father's kid. He had to be able to stand out among the kids his age so his power could be a reflection of his father's. Arashi didn't necessarily like that he was being pushed like this, but he had no choice. His father didn't want him entering the Academy until he was sure that he would be a perfect student. He didn't even just mean a student who could ace any test, but a student who once starting in the Academy was beginning to awaken his family's power.
Arashi awakened his Sharingan half-way to graduation. His father was surely proud of the work that he had done to get his son to this level. He pushed Arashi every day before then and sparred him just to trigger the awakening. For a time he even believed that the boy wouldn't even awaken the Sharingan and that he would be pretty much a waste. His awakened state gave him two tomoe in both eyes. This was a pretty rare feat and it actually made Arashi's dad smile at him for the first time. At least for the first time he could remember. He was sure he smiled when he was a baby. He had to, right?
Anyway. He went through the Academy and made friends. Most liked him because he wasn't as stuck or a bitch like the other Uchiha members in their class. He had no problems making friends and people enjoyed reading and looking at the stories he made through and after class. That's what he was doing whenever he wasn't training. He was making friends and working on his stories. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it made him feel like someone other than his father's weapon.
Currently only his father knows about his awakened Sharingan, because he doesn't go around flashing it to others. He only uses it when he needs to or when he's alone training and the former hasn't happened yet. Now he's about to graduate from the Academy and begin his journey as a shinobi. This was his time. The Tale of Arashi Uchiha begins here.
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Weapons/Items: Normal Ninja Tools and Weapons as well as a Tanto that he keeps at his left side.
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Kekkei Genkai:
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Two Tomoe)
Clan: Uchiha
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Jutsu:
Canon Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: This technique is seen as a rite of passage for the Uchiha clan. In fact it is to the point where Arashi couldn't even think about joining the Academy before he learned the technique. He's skilled with it, but it's not nearly as big as it could be and nor can this one move forward like an actual ball like that of a truly skilled practitioner.
Hazy Genjutsu: Arashi's skill with this isn't as strong as it could be. His range for the technique is only within about a forty yard radius of the target.
Genjutsu Dissipation: Arashi typically doesn't need to use this technique on himself due to his Sharingan so he mostly has it for others.
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Uchiha's Mark
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Rank: C-Rank
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Description: This is actually a technique that Arashi came up with himself. The reason for the rank is because it requires a good amount of speed and physical power. He starts out the technique by rushing towards his opponent to gather momentum. It's used best when the opponent is focused on something else is trying to get back up and into the battle. Once he reaches the opponent he launch kicks them backwards making sure they're physically off the ground. He then runs behind them to pull a kunai on them and stab them in the back, hence the name. He was about ten years old and in a training session with his father when he made it up. It failed miserably then, but he's sure it'd be better used on people around his level.
Weaknesses: It's taijutsu.
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2,663 | 59 | 22 | 2,595 | 7,069 | Sora, you, Shina, Shizuka, and Aburame. All of them capable all of them not as stupid as the others. A lot of our class mates have some sort of problem with them. Some are better than others. All of them earned their place in the end and all of them will serve the leaf in their own way. Hiyami said bluntly and simply. He was a man of few words and fewer cares. He simply existed in class and he did his best to stand out. But there was always the feeling that he wasn't really giving it his all as if it was beneath him. He did help out the other students but that didn't mean his own attitude couldn't use work. He said what was on his mind and nothing else. | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,664 | 59 | 23 | 1,243 | 1,011 | Arashi knew he wouldn't be able to get much from Hiyami in terms of friendly conversation. He was blunt and most didn't really take it to heart when he acted coldly. The guy was honest so for him to say that he was thinking of him as a potential squadmate was pretty big.
He gave him a nod and said, "Yeah. I was thinking that I could be put in a squad with you as well. Looking forward to whatever the squads end up being." He knew the conversation wasn't going to go anywhere so he gave him a wave and started to head off. That was a really awkward small conversation or whatever you might call it. | Name: Arashi Uchiha
Nickname/Alias: The Storm Child/The Uchiha's Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha Clan
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Fire
(Without the piercings)
Personality: Despite his upbringing Arashi isn't like the typical Uchiha clan member. He's no elitist who thinks he's better than everyone and he's not dark, mysterious, or broody. He's actually pretty open with others. He's kind and cares a lot for those close to him. He loves his clan, but his true loyalties would remain with his village and his comrades. When it comes to battle he has a mix of two sides. He's not cocky yet he does show confidence in battle and he's also serious. He's really serious when he can feel the danger from the situation. Otherwise he tends to taunt his opponent and sometimes his own comrades if they can't pull it together. He's not the type of person to leave someone behind if it could be helped. He'd rather risk his life than let someone on his team die. He's artistic and imaginative and shows it with the stories and comics that he tends to write about his everyday life. He makes even the exciting situations more exciting.
He holds no ill will to any of the Senju clan or the rest of the village despite the bad blood between them in the wars. In fact he's more than determined to make peace between the clans. He wants to prove that the members of the Uchiha clan aren't selfish monsters who love to kill. That they're as much a part of this village as anyone else. He's not quick to anger, but when he does get angry he's not someone that you want to mess with. It's like he has an inner demon that forces its way out. He doesn't, but it feels that way.
History: Arashi didn't necessarily have an ordinary upbringing. Well, it wasn't ordinary by today's standards. He was born on a stormy night which gave him his name and his nickname. His father had more to do with his raising than his mother did. His raised him as if they were still having war with the clans. He pushed him and pushed him to make him better. Arashi was his father's only child so he pretty much expected the best out of him. People would look at him and see his father's kid. He had to be able to stand out among the kids his age so his power could be a reflection of his father's. Arashi didn't necessarily like that he was being pushed like this, but he had no choice. His father didn't want him entering the Academy until he was sure that he would be a perfect student. He didn't even just mean a student who could ace any test, but a student who once starting in the Academy was beginning to awaken his family's power.
Arashi awakened his Sharingan half-way to graduation. His father was surely proud of the work that he had done to get his son to this level. He pushed Arashi every day before then and sparred him just to trigger the awakening. For a time he even believed that the boy wouldn't even awaken the Sharingan and that he would be pretty much a waste. His awakened state gave him two tomoe in both eyes. This was a pretty rare feat and it actually made Arashi's dad smile at him for the first time. At least for the first time he could remember. He was sure he smiled when he was a baby. He had to, right?
Anyway. He went through the Academy and made friends. Most liked him because he wasn't as stuck or a bitch like the other Uchiha members in their class. He had no problems making friends and people enjoyed reading and looking at the stories he made through and after class. That's what he was doing whenever he wasn't training. He was making friends and working on his stories. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it made him feel like someone other than his father's weapon.
Currently only his father knows about his awakened Sharingan, because he doesn't go around flashing it to others. He only uses it when he needs to or when he's alone training and the former hasn't happened yet. Now he's about to graduate from the Academy and begin his journey as a shinobi. This was his time. The Tale of Arashi Uchiha begins here.
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Weapons/Items: Normal Ninja Tools and Weapons as well as a Tanto that he keeps at his left side.
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Kekkei Genkai:
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Two Tomoe)
Clan: Uchiha
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Jutsu:
Canon Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: This technique is seen as a rite of passage for the Uchiha clan. In fact it is to the point where Arashi couldn't even think about joining the Academy before he learned the technique. He's skilled with it, but it's not nearly as big as it could be and nor can this one move forward like an actual ball like that of a truly skilled practitioner.
Hazy Genjutsu: Arashi's skill with this isn't as strong as it could be. His range for the technique is only within about a forty yard radius of the target.
Genjutsu Dissipation: Arashi typically doesn't need to use this technique on himself due to his Sharingan so he mostly has it for others.
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Uchiha's Mark
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Rank: C-Rank
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Description: This is actually a technique that Arashi came up with himself. The reason for the rank is because it requires a good amount of speed and physical power. He starts out the technique by rushing towards his opponent to gather momentum. It's used best when the opponent is focused on something else is trying to get back up and into the battle. Once he reaches the opponent he launch kicks them backwards making sure they're physically off the ground. He then runs behind them to pull a kunai on them and stab them in the back, hence the name. He was about ten years old and in a training session with his father when he made it up. It failed miserably then, but he's sure it'd be better used on people around his level.
Weaknesses: It's taijutsu.
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2,665 | 59 | 24 | 2,595 | 7,069 | Alright everyone I'd like to continue and may I say that all of you look so cute with those on- Mina started to say which made Mitsuhide roll his eyes. Mina was really impulsive at times but in the end she'd get back to teaching eventually. However it seemed fate had different plans for all of the genin at the graduation ceremony. Instead of being put into teams by Mina like they were supposed to someone more hyperactive and overly hyper came in instead. Someone with the biggest grin in the whole leaf village. Someone who Mitsuhide looked up too as a role model on how to be a cool guy. He walked in shouting at the top of his lungs. The sometimes co teacher and sometimes best friend of Mina walked in. "Sup kiddos! OOOOHHH! Looking sharp I see niiiiccceeee!" said Hiyato Sensei with a big overly bombastic tone in his voice he glanced around and finally came around and smiled down at Mia who was giggling uncontrollably. Shina growled in annoyance and muttered a comment revolving around morons and cows that should have made her scrub her tongue with soap if she had any care to be tolerant. Mitsuhide grinned and smiled as he looked on. This man, Hiyato, was not of his particular favorites of all the teachers he ever had but this guy was pretty cool in his opinion.
The Goof of the Leaf Village and the prankster since a young age Hiyato was always interesting to be around to say the least. One of the students made a face to one of the others next to him and Hiyato saw it out of the corner of his eye. "Hey I don't look that! Alright alright whatever I'll let it go but I'll get you back later...and keep down those little bubbly laughs Mia save'em for something other then these jokers. So how's everyone doing today!?" a good chunk of the class responded with happy cheers and Mina looked baffled at what had just transpired. Of course she hadn't expect Hiyato to come in like that especially on this day of all days. A sudden realization hit Mina like a brick... she had more or less been usurped by her co-teacher out of nowhere. Takumi Inuzuka smiled and said Hiyato Sensei was the coolest guy ever too Hiyami who grunted indifferently. Sora Nara responded with just as much enthusiasm as a rock and the class's lower ranking students who sympathized with Takumi cheered. "Hiyato I was just about to-" Mina started to say as she went up to him grabbing onto his vest and getting right up into his face.
"Hey Mina calm your breasts woman! There was a mix up in the lists and BUUUUUTTTT lucky for you I have got the fixed ones right here and I will be introducing the squads!" Mina let go of Hiyato and looked at the papers, after snatching them out of his hand, and said they looked fine enough but Hiyato wouldn't have any of it and insisted that he would give out the squads, "Well miss smarty pants you may have taught them more than I have BUT I am the cooler teacher so I'M going to do it! Alright the first squad is squad 10! Under Tasuma Akamichi! Mia, Hiyami and Shin! Congrats guys!" Hiyato said enthusiastically as Hiyami suddenly started to lament his life choices. Tasuma was the current head of the Akamichi clan but he left his wife to do must of the work in regards to running the clan and was a really nice guy. "Congratulations once again!" Hiyato explained as Mina frowned at him hatefully. Mitsuhide glanced over and smiled at them and nodded happy for the new group.
The next team 11 was under Quess Uzumaki whom Mitsuhide knew nothing about outside of her clan being famous for being one of three founders of the village next to the Senju and the Uchiha. It consisted of three of the more quiet and tactical class students and was a nice balance of the best genjutsu and some of the best taijustu users in their class. The next team was more exciting as it was a member of the Aburame Clan, and a member the Matoi family known for their taijutsu on the same team. The names of the members were Kira Aburame, Yume Matoi known for her quick reflexes in the class, and Kora whom was rounding u the class.
"Alright now for...well then...this is...interesting. Under the tutorage, and the first squad of, a very 'special' man named Mitsunari Kohaku...well then here is a interesting team indeed plus they got an extra member...We have Mitsuhide Senju, Arashi Uchiha, Sadao Hatake AND Shizuka Hyuga I proclaim you team 13! Along with that team 14 consisting of Sora Nara, Shina Uchiha, and Takumi Inuzuka!" Mitsuhide couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wasn't in Shina's Team lady luck favored his sorry behind! Oh and he had that dude Arashi and fate put him with a Hyuga and Sadao but who cared about that!? He didn't get screwed by the powers at large! Whatever he'd deal with his new team when it came to that for now it was time to just get settled!
Meanwhile Shina and Sora were busy complaining to each other about their placements. Hiyato went to continue on but he continued on but he stopped for a second, Hiyato chuckled as he passed out a note to each of the squads as to where they were going to meet up. Hiyato called out for the rest of the teams as and then immediately followed up by saying the teams should get together.
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Hiyato's photo | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,666 | 59 | 25 | 2,622 | 3,600 | The girl had been standing not too far away as the man appeared, loud and obnoxious as usual and she didn't pay him much mind at all until he started listing off the teams. The girl didn't want to be stuck with someone incompetent, or anyone that would inhibit her growth, though she wouldn't mind either of the Uchiha in the class or the interesting Hatake boy. As she listened she heard the man list off a few people but his dramatic pause caught her attention as he introduced another team - her team -, Team 13. Mitsuhide Senju, Arashi Uchiha, Sadao Hatake. She thought it strange that they would group together several students from the stronger clans of the village, though it was not as difficult to process and reason out either because they each were different than the rest and would require a little training outside of the norm. Or at least, she assumed as much.
Shizuka did not look toward her team mates where they had drifted to, her eyes finding and fixating on a section of the wall by the door as she waited, wondering how quickly the other three would gather together and talk and how long she should wait before approaching them. It seemed from before that the Senju boy was not all that fond of her, and though this should not affect their missions, it would indeed affect how well the team worked together in situations where they two were directly involved with one another. It was several minutes before she allowed herself to glance in their direction, her pale purple and red eyes finding their chakra signatures easily among the others and she blinked quietly, looking at them each in turn as if asking if she may approach without tension. | Name
Shizuka Hyuga
Nickname/Alias
Shi-Chan
-Known only as thus by her younger sister and close friends-
Zuka
-By males in class mostly-
Princess Shizuka/Hyuga
Gender
Female
Age
14
Birthplace
Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline
Hyuga Main Branch
Rank
Genin
Chakra Nature
Water
Personality
Distant, Blunt and Pessimistic
Shizuka is the type to see the faults in someone or something first, to work those against the good things she rarely sees without looking hard at it. She is blunt in her words, honest and cruel when she speaks to people and she rarely beats around the bush either. It’s rare that she shows any real emotion to others, or lets someone in though at times she does allow another passed the wall she’s created between herself and others, that wall that keeps everyone out and away from her.
Determined, Ruthless and Impulsively Violent
What she lacks in passion and care and empathy she makes up for with her endless determination to do what it is that she has set out to do. She stops at nothing when she gives herself a task and until it has been completed she will not whole-heartedly give herself to another mission. When fighting she shows no mercy to her opponent, attacking them relentlessly until they realize the folly of going against her, or until they are left at the brink of collapsing from pain or exhaustion. While she does not often show emotion outwardly, she is known for random acts of violence when alone or during a fight for it often comes about when she’s been angered or taunted into a destructive rage; Normally she only let’s this show when it’s dark and she’s alone and practicing.
History
Shizuka was born fourteen years ago on the night of a cold winter storm, a comet flying through the sky during her birth that her parents thought was a sign of her greatness. She was of the main branch, with nothing to hold her back from being the best she could be, and as the first child she was heir to the head of the clan unless a boy was born to her parents. None was, though they had a second daughter when Shizuka was five.
The girl, being the young genius that she was, was never satisfied with how proficient she got at something and often spent long hours of the day training, whenever she wasn’t at school she was in the back yard, in her clearing sanctuary or inside the compounds training rooms working on her techniques. Often she would work herself until she passed out, though the more she trained the longer it took for her to collapse from exhaustion and soon she found that she could out work most of the others training in the clan. When she was eleven she had the first of her uncontrollable rages when fighting.
She was sparring with one of the cadet branch and he had conceded the match long before she knew he was able; he refused to fight her to the most of his abilities. She hit him, harder than she had expected she could, forcing a large amount of her chakra into his body and nearly killing him though she didn’t realize it. Not until her father did the same to her.
She’s always wanted to be strong, since she was young and impressionable and she hates the way that the Hyuga clan is looked down on and not respected as it was in the stories, how others look at her as if she’s some sort of fragile object as well. She wants to show them that she’s strong enough to lead and not just follow traditions.
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Weapons/Items
A single Kodachi
-A gift from her older cousin for her twelfth birthday, in preparation for the beginning of her more advanced weapons training –
Kunai
-Often carries three or four on her person in case of a fight that requires less than normal-
A length of string
-She carries this for retrieval, trip wires and varies other things she may need it for-
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Kekkei Genaki
Name of Kekkei Genkai
Byakugan
Clan
Hyuga
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Canon Jutsu
Water Whip
-Limitations; She is unable to use lightning in her techniques and can only sustain it as long as she is touching the vessel she creates it through (a small wood and leather handle)-
Palm Bottom
Gentle Fist Taijutsu
Rotation
-Developed/learned, though not yet perfected, out of curiosity and the desire to cover her weaknesses-
Custom Jutsu
Not Applicable as of yet. Will update later.
Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu: Nin/Gen/Tai
Rank:
Range: Mid -
Nature Type:
Description:
Weaknesses:
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2,667 | 59 | 26 | 1,523 | 3,443 | As someone who was ambivalent about Mina-sensei's teaching (when most in the class favoured her), Sadao hated, hated, hated with a passion Hiyato-sensei's loudness, his crudeness, his utter lack of common decency... Yes, he disliked the man easily and, though it was not his fault for being the bearer of bad news, it was hard to avoid blaming him for it. He'd be in a team of four – an atypical genin cell that wouldn't be able to follow any of the recommended strategies on the field. Konoha's wild card.
Not to mention, Sadao had grown up with a superstitious streak, and something about being Team Thirteen just rubbed him the wrong way, like stepping on a crack.
So, he didn't really show any reaction other than a nod of acknowledgement as his team was read out. Mitsuhide – ugh, but could do worse – then Arashi, who was... alright, he supposed, and finally Hyūga-hime. All of them on their own would be worth more as a squad than with him tacked on like an afterthought, even if his name didn't come last in the list. The Academy should've just failed him rather than fear the wrath of the Hatake Clan; it would make things... simpler.
Then again, with a small pride surging like the swell of the tide, he was a Genin now, and he'd somehow made it on a team with three Kekkei Genkai users, ninjutsu be damned. Sadao ended up ignoring the fact meeting places were being passed around on little slips of paper, hoping the Uchiha or Mitsuhide would pick one up.
He went to find Hyūga because although he was sure Arashi would be decent company, Sadao was selfish – he wanted to talk to someone he knew wouldn't be overly loud and energetic, and, well, a heiress was one of those.
“Sorry,” he said first, but what he was apologising for wasn't exactly clear, even to himself. Maybe for being in a four-man team? “I'm not sure what the proper protocol is for... this. Do we all go together, or..?” All business. | Sadao, 14
Nickname(s)"Saddo"; Little Fang
GenderMale
BirthplaceKonohagakure
ClanHatake Clan – A renowned clan of ninjas known for their adaptability and versatility, as well as inherent natural skill when it comes to the shinobi arts. "The Hatake name has been one uttered with pride by the villagers of Konohagakure, as their members have served with distinction and exceptional skill from the moment of the village's creation to the present."
RankGenin
Chakra NatureLightning / Fire (Kyuubi)
AppearanceAt fourteen (a year or two older than most Academy graduates), Sadao has already had his first growth-spurt and is primed for another one – standing about half-a-head taller than those around him. He's thin and lanky, and no matter how many sweets he eats, he doesn't seem to put on any weight. Lucky! His graceful build is more suited to speed and subtlety than brute strength, typical of most shinobi.
As it is, Sadao's hair is not quite long enough to be pulled up into a ponytail as most male members of his clan wear it; it's silvery-white (still on the darker side) and more akin to a dog's mane than an actual style. Rumour in his academy class suggested that he never brushed it and just left it as it was when he rolled out of bed in the morning. He has his mother's eyes – a kind of aquamarine blue – or at least he presumes he does as his father's are black.
PersonalityIn general, Sadao is aloof, desiring to alienate himself from a group before others do it for him. With the traits and expectations of great shinobi drilled into him since he could walk and talk, he is content to stay out of the limelight and do what ninja do best: spy, sabotage, kill. Even if he didn't have the "once bitten, twice shy" approach to human contact, he's quiet, conscientious and more than a little awkward when it comes to talking to people about things other than the best way to set up a tripwire.
Stoic and silent in combat as well as in normal, everyday life, Sadao follows his own "bushido" code; rules ingrained into him, some from his father and others made up by himself. The most important ones include the unhealthy "never give up; show no pain" and then the much more morbid, "die first before allies to but them time to escape." He does care! Sort of. What Sadao needs are friends to bolster is self-worth and perhaps melt that iron crust.
HistoryFresh out of the Academy, it's safe to say that Sadao hasn't really lived much – at least, he's only been outside the protective walls of Konoha once or twice in his life. Even so, he knows hardship and adversity (to some extent), but that's skipping ahead in the story. Hatake Sadao was born to Hatake Genji and an unknown woman. His father refuses to say and Sadao himself has only the vaguest memories of red hair and an easy smile. Naturally, born in to the Clan he was, Sadao already had his destiny pre-planned for him: go to the Academy, become a ninja, move on up into ANBU, but that may have been off-set more than a little by the Nine-Tails residing within him.
The Kyuubi's strict seal, intricate as it is, prevents Sadao from utilising the fullest potential of his chakra, at least for now. Due to persistent, childish questioning as to why his entrance into the Academy was delayed by one-and-a-half years (because Sadao's chakra coils were unusually slow to develop), his father ended up telling him, though not in the way that was at all helpful to a kid who already felt like a massive disappointment. It went something like: "You have a great responsibility; a great burden. A monster is residing within you, and it is your duty to do what you can to keep it contained."
Yeah, there was more than a little introspection and full-blown panic on Sadao's part, at least for a few years.
While he had to wait to enter the Academy, it doesn't mean he didn't train (and by Kami, he did, because who wanted to be the failure of the family?) as there were always cousins around to teach him bits and pieces of taijutsu and the physical talents of ninjutsu – throwing shuriken, kunai, using a short sword. The Hatake family had fallen on difficult times, at least in terms of how few of them there were left, but they never judged Sadao for his containment of the tailed beast. It wasn't an honour, but nor was it something to be terrified and judgmental of. A rather pragmatic approach, at least compared to the civilians who knew about it.
If Genji took on more frequent, more dangerous missions and delegated training his son to his uncle, Hatake Akira, then nobody could blame the man, of course. Sadao grew up hearing the snide comments, the "It must be difficult to raise such a thing," but grew to tune them out, those and the insults. He only ended up in hospital once for a black eye, and that was when Academy-kids from what would have been his year threw rocks at him, merely mimicking their parents' primal fear. Luckily for the young jinchuuriki, he had a family to fall back on, no matter how distant it seemed to be growing.
Naturally, once he did enter the Academy with functioning albeit muted chakra coils, he was more mature than those around him, if only because he had over a year's head start. He excelled at all of the tactical work and taijutsu, but only some ninjutsu was available to him with superb control over what little chakra his body allowed him, but being merely average in a clan like his and an outsider due to age begets envy, snubbing, and all such other things that hurt Sadao but he wasn't ready to let show. If the other kids were a bit more cruel to him because their ninja parents warned them away from him, well... He didn't know that.
Weapons / Items10x Kunai
20x Shuriken
1x Weapon Scroll...
Wakizashi
JutsuCanon Jutsu
Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Ninken) – C-Rank
One Thousand Years of Death! – E-Rank
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique
Conduction
Type of Jutsu
Ninjutsu
Rank
D-Rank
Range
Close - Medium
Nature Type
Lightning, if any.
Description
A two-part attack generally revolving around the use of thin steel wire wrapped around his kunai. The first part purely relies on his physical skills to somehow stab the opponent with said kunai and implant the weapon in their body – usually in an arm or a leg, though the posterior can be a funny option. So long as it is touching them (or a body of water they are in) the technique should work.
Then, Sadao leaps away to a safe distance, and uses most if not all of the chakra he has available to shock the target through the wire with a haphazardly planned lightning jutsu.
Weaknesses
Draining at this point in time for Sadao to use because of low chakra reserves.
Relies on being able to stab said kunai into an opponent without them removing it. |
2,668 | 59 | 27 | 2,595 | 7,069 | Mitsuhide was the one who was handed the note and he got up from his seat and slid down into the next row which was empty. It was because he simply didn't want to deal with Miss Boring and Miss-He supposed it was better not to say what his little friend Shina Uchiha was. He looked throughout the class room and he wondered how exactly the world would be different for everyone else. Well for him it was just another day. Another day to move on but this time he had a team. His team was unusual as it was strong. With one extra member they'd have no problem in missions. But what did Hiyato Sensei mean by: a special man? What was so unorthodox that a man like Hiyato would call him special? I mean especially among a team led by Tasuma? Kohaku...an elite clan if he remembered correctly. Unheard of by most villages but his family worked with them occasionally on the border.
Shina Uchiha glared at Sora in disgust most likely because she wasn't acting in a way that would 'befit an Uchiha's partner' while Takumi was secretly smiling with glee at being paired up with two girls. Or at least that's what it most likely was since Mitsuhide couldn't imagine why he was so happy about getting paired with those two. "Hey that's from your sensei make sure you don't keep him waiting ok? He doesn't enjoy waiting for others. He never did..." Hiyato commented somewhat dryly towards the last part as if remembering some memories of way back when he probably worked with Kohaku. Mitsuhide looked at the letter he had received before them turning to Hiyato he decided to speak up. "Hey sensei do you know Mitsunari Sensei?" asked Mitsuhide as he looked over to his sensei who was turning around to hand another paper out. "Yeah he's my senpai so to speak we served together in an organization that was disbanded. He's a bit of a jerk, a hardass, a dog, and a loud mouth at times but he's no slouch in a fight and I know for a FACT that he will make a man out of you Mitsuhide. But not just you those boys will get one hell of a tutoring. Arashi will grow in to his own, Hatake will learn to control certain aspects of himself, and heck even Shizuka Hyuga may learn something. Even if you are already one pretty strong ninjutsu user you'll have to adjust to certain aspects of your new team and teacher. That wood style kid...it's something special. It contains the will of fire that Hashirama trusted to build a nation. But don't let that bind you come into your own and find your own way and I will back you up all the way there. Trust me you'll be a fine ninja."" Hiyato left him to his thoughts as Mitsuhide looked over and his face broke down into a comedic version of 'what the hell' as he wondered what he was going to do now. "Well there's only one way to get things moving: One step at a time." Mitsuhide said to himself as he walked towards the back of the class room. Mitsuhide read the letter after cutting it open with a kunai. As he did so he walked over to the corner of the room near the door and whistled, "Yo guys come over here...unless you want to quit and not meet our sensei." Mitsuhide grumbled. | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,669 | 59 | 28 | 1,243 | 1,011 | The entrance of Hiyato sensei should have been expected, but it honestly caught Arashi by surprise. He liked their childish sensei, but he didn't love him as much as most of the students did. He was more than a bit on the childish side, but that's kind of what made him cool. He was like them except he didn't grow out of his childlike tendencies. It was kind of a surprise to see him last this long in this world like that. He guessed he knew when to be serious and when not to. Maybe...
He listened as the teams got listed off. The first team would be led by an Akimichi. Hiyami was in this group and it seemed he didn't get paired with the students that he thought he would end up with. He wondered how he would deal with that. The teamwork with that team would be something to work on. The next team was one lead by an Uzumaki. That team seemed like a good one, but he wasn't on that one. He had to be in the next squad. Then came squad twelve which had some interesting squad members. Another squad that Arashi wasn't part of. The waiting game was getting harder the more the squads were announced.
Then it finally came to Squad Thirteen. The sound of that didn't sound all too great. Thirteen was known as a very unlucky number, but he wasn't all too superstitious. This team was different right off the bat. They were being led by a "special" man, whatever that meant, named Mitsunari Kohaku. He's never even heard of this guy before. What made him so special? Anyway. This team also had an extra member which was really weird. He wasn't even sure if it's ever been done before in the history of this village.
This was it. The squad members were being listed off. Mitsuhide of the Senju Clan was the first one announced. What was the second name that he called? Did he say Arashi Uchiha? He did, didn't he? He couldn't believe it. This team really was different. They consisted of four members and the first two were from the two main founding clans. What were the odds of that? Then Sadao of the Hatake clan was next. He heard of the clan, but didn't know much about Sadao. The final member announced was the Princess of the Hyūga clan. This team... was awesome. Yeah getting along with Mitsuhide would be hard, but this helped his cause. He just had to convince Mitsuhide that the Uchiha clan wasn't horrible and then he could teach the rest of his family that.
He wasn't sure if Team 14 had the same sensei as they did. It wasn't really heard of, but he didn't car either way. He was a genin and his goals were now in reach. This was it. He sat in his chair restricted by his inner excitement. He looked around and noticed that Sadao had approached Shizuka. He was going to approach them since he noticed Mitsuhide talking to Hiyato sensei. He wondered what they were talking about. Maybe he was requesting a squad change because he didn't want to be in a squad with a Uchiha.
As he headed over to Sadao and Shizuka he stopped when he heard Mitsuhide calling them over towards the door. He didn't really like being whistled at like a dog, but maybe the reason he was rushing was because there was a specific time on the note and he didn't want to be late. He shrugged and glanced to the others before walking over to Mitsu.
"Where are we supposed to meet our sensei?" He asked. He was ready. He was telling himself that, but there was still part of him that was nervous. | Name: Arashi Uchiha
Nickname/Alias: The Storm Child/The Uchiha's Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha Clan
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Fire
(Without the piercings)
Personality: Despite his upbringing Arashi isn't like the typical Uchiha clan member. He's no elitist who thinks he's better than everyone and he's not dark, mysterious, or broody. He's actually pretty open with others. He's kind and cares a lot for those close to him. He loves his clan, but his true loyalties would remain with his village and his comrades. When it comes to battle he has a mix of two sides. He's not cocky yet he does show confidence in battle and he's also serious. He's really serious when he can feel the danger from the situation. Otherwise he tends to taunt his opponent and sometimes his own comrades if they can't pull it together. He's not the type of person to leave someone behind if it could be helped. He'd rather risk his life than let someone on his team die. He's artistic and imaginative and shows it with the stories and comics that he tends to write about his everyday life. He makes even the exciting situations more exciting.
He holds no ill will to any of the Senju clan or the rest of the village despite the bad blood between them in the wars. In fact he's more than determined to make peace between the clans. He wants to prove that the members of the Uchiha clan aren't selfish monsters who love to kill. That they're as much a part of this village as anyone else. He's not quick to anger, but when he does get angry he's not someone that you want to mess with. It's like he has an inner demon that forces its way out. He doesn't, but it feels that way.
History: Arashi didn't necessarily have an ordinary upbringing. Well, it wasn't ordinary by today's standards. He was born on a stormy night which gave him his name and his nickname. His father had more to do with his raising than his mother did. His raised him as if they were still having war with the clans. He pushed him and pushed him to make him better. Arashi was his father's only child so he pretty much expected the best out of him. People would look at him and see his father's kid. He had to be able to stand out among the kids his age so his power could be a reflection of his father's. Arashi didn't necessarily like that he was being pushed like this, but he had no choice. His father didn't want him entering the Academy until he was sure that he would be a perfect student. He didn't even just mean a student who could ace any test, but a student who once starting in the Academy was beginning to awaken his family's power.
Arashi awakened his Sharingan half-way to graduation. His father was surely proud of the work that he had done to get his son to this level. He pushed Arashi every day before then and sparred him just to trigger the awakening. For a time he even believed that the boy wouldn't even awaken the Sharingan and that he would be pretty much a waste. His awakened state gave him two tomoe in both eyes. This was a pretty rare feat and it actually made Arashi's dad smile at him for the first time. At least for the first time he could remember. He was sure he smiled when he was a baby. He had to, right?
Anyway. He went through the Academy and made friends. Most liked him because he wasn't as stuck or a bitch like the other Uchiha members in their class. He had no problems making friends and people enjoyed reading and looking at the stories he made through and after class. That's what he was doing whenever he wasn't training. He was making friends and working on his stories. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it made him feel like someone other than his father's weapon.
Currently only his father knows about his awakened Sharingan, because he doesn't go around flashing it to others. He only uses it when he needs to or when he's alone training and the former hasn't happened yet. Now he's about to graduate from the Academy and begin his journey as a shinobi. This was his time. The Tale of Arashi Uchiha begins here.
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Weapons/Items: Normal Ninja Tools and Weapons as well as a Tanto that he keeps at his left side.
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Kekkei Genkai:
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Two Tomoe)
Clan: Uchiha
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Jutsu:
Canon Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: This technique is seen as a rite of passage for the Uchiha clan. In fact it is to the point where Arashi couldn't even think about joining the Academy before he learned the technique. He's skilled with it, but it's not nearly as big as it could be and nor can this one move forward like an actual ball like that of a truly skilled practitioner.
Hazy Genjutsu: Arashi's skill with this isn't as strong as it could be. His range for the technique is only within about a forty yard radius of the target.
Genjutsu Dissipation: Arashi typically doesn't need to use this technique on himself due to his Sharingan so he mostly has it for others.
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Uchiha's Mark
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Rank: C-Rank
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Description: This is actually a technique that Arashi came up with himself. The reason for the rank is because it requires a good amount of speed and physical power. He starts out the technique by rushing towards his opponent to gather momentum. It's used best when the opponent is focused on something else is trying to get back up and into the battle. Once he reaches the opponent he launch kicks them backwards making sure they're physically off the ground. He then runs behind them to pull a kunai on them and stab them in the back, hence the name. He was about ten years old and in a training session with his father when he made it up. It failed miserably then, but he's sure it'd be better used on people around his level.
Weaknesses: It's taijutsu.
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2,670 | 59 | 29 | 2,595 | 7,069 | Hold your horses Uchiha man. At least wait until the others get over here. The impatience of some people... Mitsuhide grumbled as he flipped the letter over in his hands a couple of times as he looked at the other groups forming together over in the other parts of the class. "So yeah...we're together...this should be...fun." Mitsuhide grumbled for the first time today unenthusiastic about what was happening. | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,671 | 59 | 30 | 2,622 | 3,600 | Shizuka would never have expected one of the boys to approach her in such a manor that befit him now, fore he was not afraid of her, nor was he looking to show her she was not what others thought her to be either. He looked as if he merely wanted to talk and though she wasn't the only one open to speaking, he had chosen her regardless. "I'm not entirely sure." She replied t his question, her gaze drifting to look over his shoulder and see the Senju holding a piece of paper and looking over at them impatiently. She was about to say they should go over there when she heard the voice of the boy calling them over and gestured for the Hatake to follow after her. Upon reaching the group the princess of Hyuga held her hands behind her back in a non-threatening way to show that she didn't intend to harm them - not unless they asked first of course. "Hello, Senju Mitsuhide and Uchiha Arashi. It is a pleasure to see that we have become a team with those who may offer some challenge to our abilities." She spoke to them formally, distant and calm with little bit of cold in her voice. It wasn't often she spoke with anyone outside her clan, though being paired with those in the class who were the most talented of the pickings she couldn't help but be a little bit excited to see if they would ever present a challenge for those of them to grow from. | Name
Shizuka Hyuga
Nickname/Alias
Shi-Chan
-Known only as thus by her younger sister and close friends-
Zuka
-By males in class mostly-
Princess Shizuka/Hyuga
Gender
Female
Age
14
Birthplace
Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline
Hyuga Main Branch
Rank
Genin
Chakra Nature
Water
Personality
Distant, Blunt and Pessimistic
Shizuka is the type to see the faults in someone or something first, to work those against the good things she rarely sees without looking hard at it. She is blunt in her words, honest and cruel when she speaks to people and she rarely beats around the bush either. It’s rare that she shows any real emotion to others, or lets someone in though at times she does allow another passed the wall she’s created between herself and others, that wall that keeps everyone out and away from her.
Determined, Ruthless and Impulsively Violent
What she lacks in passion and care and empathy she makes up for with her endless determination to do what it is that she has set out to do. She stops at nothing when she gives herself a task and until it has been completed she will not whole-heartedly give herself to another mission. When fighting she shows no mercy to her opponent, attacking them relentlessly until they realize the folly of going against her, or until they are left at the brink of collapsing from pain or exhaustion. While she does not often show emotion outwardly, she is known for random acts of violence when alone or during a fight for it often comes about when she’s been angered or taunted into a destructive rage; Normally she only let’s this show when it’s dark and she’s alone and practicing.
History
Shizuka was born fourteen years ago on the night of a cold winter storm, a comet flying through the sky during her birth that her parents thought was a sign of her greatness. She was of the main branch, with nothing to hold her back from being the best she could be, and as the first child she was heir to the head of the clan unless a boy was born to her parents. None was, though they had a second daughter when Shizuka was five.
The girl, being the young genius that she was, was never satisfied with how proficient she got at something and often spent long hours of the day training, whenever she wasn’t at school she was in the back yard, in her clearing sanctuary or inside the compounds training rooms working on her techniques. Often she would work herself until she passed out, though the more she trained the longer it took for her to collapse from exhaustion and soon she found that she could out work most of the others training in the clan. When she was eleven she had the first of her uncontrollable rages when fighting.
She was sparring with one of the cadet branch and he had conceded the match long before she knew he was able; he refused to fight her to the most of his abilities. She hit him, harder than she had expected she could, forcing a large amount of her chakra into his body and nearly killing him though she didn’t realize it. Not until her father did the same to her.
She’s always wanted to be strong, since she was young and impressionable and she hates the way that the Hyuga clan is looked down on and not respected as it was in the stories, how others look at her as if she’s some sort of fragile object as well. She wants to show them that she’s strong enough to lead and not just follow traditions.
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Weapons/Items
A single Kodachi
-A gift from her older cousin for her twelfth birthday, in preparation for the beginning of her more advanced weapons training –
Kunai
-Often carries three or four on her person in case of a fight that requires less than normal-
A length of string
-She carries this for retrieval, trip wires and varies other things she may need it for-
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Kekkei Genaki
Name of Kekkei Genkai
Byakugan
Clan
Hyuga
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Canon Jutsu
Water Whip
-Limitations; She is unable to use lightning in her techniques and can only sustain it as long as she is touching the vessel she creates it through (a small wood and leather handle)-
Palm Bottom
Gentle Fist Taijutsu
Rotation
-Developed/learned, though not yet perfected, out of curiosity and the desire to cover her weaknesses-
Custom Jutsu
Not Applicable as of yet. Will update later.
Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu: Nin/Gen/Tai
Rank:
Range: Mid -
Nature Type:
Description:
Weaknesses:
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2,672 | 59 | 31 | 1,523 | 3,443 | “Right,” Sadao said simply, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his trousers and following the Princess onwards to the other half of their team who he was (not quite) avoiding. Fidgeting, he then tucked a few of the longer strands of white hair behind his ear, more than a little... apprehensive.
Nervous wasn't quite the right word for a Hatake, after all.
“Hi,” he continued, more to Uchiha Arashi than Mitsuhide, who he'd talked to only a few short minutes before. He wasn't sure how either of them felt being on a team with him, or if they were as ambivalent towards the grouping as he was. “Where's that meeting place now?”
Subtly, Sadao had been listening to Hiyato-sensei, sharp ears picking up the discussion of their future tutor. What did he mean he would “learn to control certain aspects of himself”? He was very much the captain of his own soul, and his father would have it no other way. If it meant the mysterious 'monster' that apparently lay inside of him (one that, when he asked his uncle's friends about, they shifted awkwardly from side to side), well, it hadn't done him any harm so far.
He wasn't sure if it was even there, or if it was all some schizophrenic rambling inside his own head: the orange-tinted nightmares, the seal on his stomach.
Sadao took offense just on principle. | Sadao, 14
Nickname(s)"Saddo"; Little Fang
GenderMale
BirthplaceKonohagakure
ClanHatake Clan – A renowned clan of ninjas known for their adaptability and versatility, as well as inherent natural skill when it comes to the shinobi arts. "The Hatake name has been one uttered with pride by the villagers of Konohagakure, as their members have served with distinction and exceptional skill from the moment of the village's creation to the present."
RankGenin
Chakra NatureLightning / Fire (Kyuubi)
AppearanceAt fourteen (a year or two older than most Academy graduates), Sadao has already had his first growth-spurt and is primed for another one – standing about half-a-head taller than those around him. He's thin and lanky, and no matter how many sweets he eats, he doesn't seem to put on any weight. Lucky! His graceful build is more suited to speed and subtlety than brute strength, typical of most shinobi.
As it is, Sadao's hair is not quite long enough to be pulled up into a ponytail as most male members of his clan wear it; it's silvery-white (still on the darker side) and more akin to a dog's mane than an actual style. Rumour in his academy class suggested that he never brushed it and just left it as it was when he rolled out of bed in the morning. He has his mother's eyes – a kind of aquamarine blue – or at least he presumes he does as his father's are black.
PersonalityIn general, Sadao is aloof, desiring to alienate himself from a group before others do it for him. With the traits and expectations of great shinobi drilled into him since he could walk and talk, he is content to stay out of the limelight and do what ninja do best: spy, sabotage, kill. Even if he didn't have the "once bitten, twice shy" approach to human contact, he's quiet, conscientious and more than a little awkward when it comes to talking to people about things other than the best way to set up a tripwire.
Stoic and silent in combat as well as in normal, everyday life, Sadao follows his own "bushido" code; rules ingrained into him, some from his father and others made up by himself. The most important ones include the unhealthy "never give up; show no pain" and then the much more morbid, "die first before allies to but them time to escape." He does care! Sort of. What Sadao needs are friends to bolster is self-worth and perhaps melt that iron crust.
HistoryFresh out of the Academy, it's safe to say that Sadao hasn't really lived much – at least, he's only been outside the protective walls of Konoha once or twice in his life. Even so, he knows hardship and adversity (to some extent), but that's skipping ahead in the story. Hatake Sadao was born to Hatake Genji and an unknown woman. His father refuses to say and Sadao himself has only the vaguest memories of red hair and an easy smile. Naturally, born in to the Clan he was, Sadao already had his destiny pre-planned for him: go to the Academy, become a ninja, move on up into ANBU, but that may have been off-set more than a little by the Nine-Tails residing within him.
The Kyuubi's strict seal, intricate as it is, prevents Sadao from utilising the fullest potential of his chakra, at least for now. Due to persistent, childish questioning as to why his entrance into the Academy was delayed by one-and-a-half years (because Sadao's chakra coils were unusually slow to develop), his father ended up telling him, though not in the way that was at all helpful to a kid who already felt like a massive disappointment. It went something like: "You have a great responsibility; a great burden. A monster is residing within you, and it is your duty to do what you can to keep it contained."
Yeah, there was more than a little introspection and full-blown panic on Sadao's part, at least for a few years.
While he had to wait to enter the Academy, it doesn't mean he didn't train (and by Kami, he did, because who wanted to be the failure of the family?) as there were always cousins around to teach him bits and pieces of taijutsu and the physical talents of ninjutsu – throwing shuriken, kunai, using a short sword. The Hatake family had fallen on difficult times, at least in terms of how few of them there were left, but they never judged Sadao for his containment of the tailed beast. It wasn't an honour, but nor was it something to be terrified and judgmental of. A rather pragmatic approach, at least compared to the civilians who knew about it.
If Genji took on more frequent, more dangerous missions and delegated training his son to his uncle, Hatake Akira, then nobody could blame the man, of course. Sadao grew up hearing the snide comments, the "It must be difficult to raise such a thing," but grew to tune them out, those and the insults. He only ended up in hospital once for a black eye, and that was when Academy-kids from what would have been his year threw rocks at him, merely mimicking their parents' primal fear. Luckily for the young jinchuuriki, he had a family to fall back on, no matter how distant it seemed to be growing.
Naturally, once he did enter the Academy with functioning albeit muted chakra coils, he was more mature than those around him, if only because he had over a year's head start. He excelled at all of the tactical work and taijutsu, but only some ninjutsu was available to him with superb control over what little chakra his body allowed him, but being merely average in a clan like his and an outsider due to age begets envy, snubbing, and all such other things that hurt Sadao but he wasn't ready to let show. If the other kids were a bit more cruel to him because their ninja parents warned them away from him, well... He didn't know that.
Weapons / Items10x Kunai
20x Shuriken
1x Weapon Scroll...
Wakizashi
JutsuCanon Jutsu
Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Ninken) – C-Rank
One Thousand Years of Death! – E-Rank
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique
Conduction
Type of Jutsu
Ninjutsu
Rank
D-Rank
Range
Close - Medium
Nature Type
Lightning, if any.
Description
A two-part attack generally revolving around the use of thin steel wire wrapped around his kunai. The first part purely relies on his physical skills to somehow stab the opponent with said kunai and implant the weapon in their body – usually in an arm or a leg, though the posterior can be a funny option. So long as it is touching them (or a body of water they are in) the technique should work.
Then, Sadao leaps away to a safe distance, and uses most if not all of the chakra he has available to shock the target through the wire with a haphazardly planned lightning jutsu.
Weaknesses
Draining at this point in time for Sadao to use because of low chakra reserves.
Relies on being able to stab said kunai into an opponent without them removing it. |
2,673 | 59 | 32 | 1,243 | 1,011 | Arashi knew that teaming up with a Senju wouldn't be easy, but he was sure that he'd be able to convince him that he wasn't a bother or a nuisance or whatever he might originally think of him. So far the guy didn't seem to like him and even called him impatient when he seemed to be impatient as well. He simply sighed while he waited for the others to walk over.
He was taken aback by the way that Shizuka spoke to them. It was way too formal for his liking and he understand why. She was a princess of her clan. Everyone in class pretty much knew that, but he didn't really like being talked to so formally. He was sure that she'd have to work on talking like an actual human instead of a flesh robot. He gave her and Sadao a smile anyway. "Hey you two. And no need to speak so formally. Just call me Arashi."
He couldn't wait to get this started and looked to Mitsuhide after Sadao asked where the meeting place. He really wanted to know where it was, but didn't repeat the question. He was sure that he'd answer them immediately now that they were all together. The rest of the socializing could have been done when they got to their new sensei. He probably would have asked them any questions they would have asked each other now and there was no need to repeat it all. | Name: Arashi Uchiha
Nickname/Alias: The Storm Child/The Uchiha's Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha Clan
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Fire
(Without the piercings)
Personality: Despite his upbringing Arashi isn't like the typical Uchiha clan member. He's no elitist who thinks he's better than everyone and he's not dark, mysterious, or broody. He's actually pretty open with others. He's kind and cares a lot for those close to him. He loves his clan, but his true loyalties would remain with his village and his comrades. When it comes to battle he has a mix of two sides. He's not cocky yet he does show confidence in battle and he's also serious. He's really serious when he can feel the danger from the situation. Otherwise he tends to taunt his opponent and sometimes his own comrades if they can't pull it together. He's not the type of person to leave someone behind if it could be helped. He'd rather risk his life than let someone on his team die. He's artistic and imaginative and shows it with the stories and comics that he tends to write about his everyday life. He makes even the exciting situations more exciting.
He holds no ill will to any of the Senju clan or the rest of the village despite the bad blood between them in the wars. In fact he's more than determined to make peace between the clans. He wants to prove that the members of the Uchiha clan aren't selfish monsters who love to kill. That they're as much a part of this village as anyone else. He's not quick to anger, but when he does get angry he's not someone that you want to mess with. It's like he has an inner demon that forces its way out. He doesn't, but it feels that way.
History: Arashi didn't necessarily have an ordinary upbringing. Well, it wasn't ordinary by today's standards. He was born on a stormy night which gave him his name and his nickname. His father had more to do with his raising than his mother did. His raised him as if they were still having war with the clans. He pushed him and pushed him to make him better. Arashi was his father's only child so he pretty much expected the best out of him. People would look at him and see his father's kid. He had to be able to stand out among the kids his age so his power could be a reflection of his father's. Arashi didn't necessarily like that he was being pushed like this, but he had no choice. His father didn't want him entering the Academy until he was sure that he would be a perfect student. He didn't even just mean a student who could ace any test, but a student who once starting in the Academy was beginning to awaken his family's power.
Arashi awakened his Sharingan half-way to graduation. His father was surely proud of the work that he had done to get his son to this level. He pushed Arashi every day before then and sparred him just to trigger the awakening. For a time he even believed that the boy wouldn't even awaken the Sharingan and that he would be pretty much a waste. His awakened state gave him two tomoe in both eyes. This was a pretty rare feat and it actually made Arashi's dad smile at him for the first time. At least for the first time he could remember. He was sure he smiled when he was a baby. He had to, right?
Anyway. He went through the Academy and made friends. Most liked him because he wasn't as stuck or a bitch like the other Uchiha members in their class. He had no problems making friends and people enjoyed reading and looking at the stories he made through and after class. That's what he was doing whenever he wasn't training. He was making friends and working on his stories. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it made him feel like someone other than his father's weapon.
Currently only his father knows about his awakened Sharingan, because he doesn't go around flashing it to others. He only uses it when he needs to or when he's alone training and the former hasn't happened yet. Now he's about to graduate from the Academy and begin his journey as a shinobi. This was his time. The Tale of Arashi Uchiha begins here.
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Weapons/Items: Normal Ninja Tools and Weapons as well as a Tanto that he keeps at his left side.
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Kekkei Genkai:
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Two Tomoe)
Clan: Uchiha
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Jutsu:
Canon Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: This technique is seen as a rite of passage for the Uchiha clan. In fact it is to the point where Arashi couldn't even think about joining the Academy before he learned the technique. He's skilled with it, but it's not nearly as big as it could be and nor can this one move forward like an actual ball like that of a truly skilled practitioner.
Hazy Genjutsu: Arashi's skill with this isn't as strong as it could be. His range for the technique is only within about a forty yard radius of the target.
Genjutsu Dissipation: Arashi typically doesn't need to use this technique on himself due to his Sharingan so he mostly has it for others.
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Uchiha's Mark
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Rank: C-Rank
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Description: This is actually a technique that Arashi came up with himself. The reason for the rank is because it requires a good amount of speed and physical power. He starts out the technique by rushing towards his opponent to gather momentum. It's used best when the opponent is focused on something else is trying to get back up and into the battle. Once he reaches the opponent he launch kicks them backwards making sure they're physically off the ground. He then runs behind them to pull a kunai on them and stab them in the back, hence the name. He was about ten years old and in a training session with his father when he made it up. It failed miserably then, but he's sure it'd be better used on people around his level.
Weaknesses: It's taijutsu.
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2,674 | 59 | 33 | 2,595 | 7,069 | Mitsuhide waited until both of them finally got over to him and groaned, "Guys you could at least feign excitement at this. Like it or not second to Team Quess and Team Fourteen over there we've got the most potential to get stronger." Mitsuhide told his group as they came over. "Look I'm sorry guys that you may, for whatever reason, not like our little group or even me for that matter but since we barely know each other we should at least make the effort to try to get along. If we go and see our sensei like this and he looks at us he'll be seeing a group of guys and girl who are only together because of a stupid piece of paper. I don't enjoy it either but for the sake of it let's just try and not hate each other ok?" Mitsuhide said to his teammates trying not to sound exasperated. Of all the people of all the shinobi whom could have been with him it had to be the Uchiha...at least Arashi was ok. Shina took that number one spot for the worst Uchiha and ran with it in comparison. Miss My Clan is Better Than EVERYONE EVER. Speak of the devil and she shall appear it seemed as noticed her group walking over, "Ha! Look at this group they won't last two days. We've got my faulty little family member Arashi over there with the Hyuga's clan little pride and joy followed up by the little Hatake boy and Mr. Wood Boy of Doom over there as well. What a faulty little group if I've ever seen one." Shina said with a amused grin as Mitsuhide had to mentally force himself not to punch her in the face in front of Hiyato Sensei. "Stop being a show off Shina. You're just making yourself look bad. Me and Takumi both don't need you doing something stupid. Besides what's the point they're just going to bark back at us. I've sat next to Mitsuhide all these years I've kind of gotten to know he's not just going to let you insult him. Not that it's a problem since you can literally spit fire and all." Sora grumbled out as Mitsuhide glared at her while Shina merely eyed her and Arashi. Shina may not especially like Arashi but his clan was also her clan and by disrespecting him further it was certainly possible she would end up insulting herself as well. Or possibly she just wanted to say something clever but couldn't because she was to much of 'daddy's little girl' to insult one of her fellow clan members. | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,675 | 59 | 34 | 1,523 | 3,443 | “You don't enjoy it? Good to know,” Sadao said with only a shrug of apathy. It did sting a little (or more than a little) to know his teammate wasn't altogether happy with his placement, and it did make his eyebrow knit together in – not anger, perhaps irritation – to know that the boy expected exuberant displays of joy and excitement. “I'm fine with our current team. I apologise if I've given you a different impression.”
And no more stoic than the Aburame Clan's bug users, or his own father.
Sadao observed Shina Uchiha for a moment, head tilted almost comically to the side as again he tried to work out why he was being called 'little' before he realised there was little to no point. He did however feel the unexpected urge for a sarcastic response and so interjected with a dry, “At least we have the sane Uchiha,” and a nod at Arashi.
“Let's head out, yeah?” With no idea where he was going, he decided just to step outside the classroom and wait for someone to lead him in the right direction. | Sadao, 14
Nickname(s)"Saddo"; Little Fang
GenderMale
BirthplaceKonohagakure
ClanHatake Clan – A renowned clan of ninjas known for their adaptability and versatility, as well as inherent natural skill when it comes to the shinobi arts. "The Hatake name has been one uttered with pride by the villagers of Konohagakure, as their members have served with distinction and exceptional skill from the moment of the village's creation to the present."
RankGenin
Chakra NatureLightning / Fire (Kyuubi)
AppearanceAt fourteen (a year or two older than most Academy graduates), Sadao has already had his first growth-spurt and is primed for another one – standing about half-a-head taller than those around him. He's thin and lanky, and no matter how many sweets he eats, he doesn't seem to put on any weight. Lucky! His graceful build is more suited to speed and subtlety than brute strength, typical of most shinobi.
As it is, Sadao's hair is not quite long enough to be pulled up into a ponytail as most male members of his clan wear it; it's silvery-white (still on the darker side) and more akin to a dog's mane than an actual style. Rumour in his academy class suggested that he never brushed it and just left it as it was when he rolled out of bed in the morning. He has his mother's eyes – a kind of aquamarine blue – or at least he presumes he does as his father's are black.
PersonalityIn general, Sadao is aloof, desiring to alienate himself from a group before others do it for him. With the traits and expectations of great shinobi drilled into him since he could walk and talk, he is content to stay out of the limelight and do what ninja do best: spy, sabotage, kill. Even if he didn't have the "once bitten, twice shy" approach to human contact, he's quiet, conscientious and more than a little awkward when it comes to talking to people about things other than the best way to set up a tripwire.
Stoic and silent in combat as well as in normal, everyday life, Sadao follows his own "bushido" code; rules ingrained into him, some from his father and others made up by himself. The most important ones include the unhealthy "never give up; show no pain" and then the much more morbid, "die first before allies to but them time to escape." He does care! Sort of. What Sadao needs are friends to bolster is self-worth and perhaps melt that iron crust.
HistoryFresh out of the Academy, it's safe to say that Sadao hasn't really lived much – at least, he's only been outside the protective walls of Konoha once or twice in his life. Even so, he knows hardship and adversity (to some extent), but that's skipping ahead in the story. Hatake Sadao was born to Hatake Genji and an unknown woman. His father refuses to say and Sadao himself has only the vaguest memories of red hair and an easy smile. Naturally, born in to the Clan he was, Sadao already had his destiny pre-planned for him: go to the Academy, become a ninja, move on up into ANBU, but that may have been off-set more than a little by the Nine-Tails residing within him.
The Kyuubi's strict seal, intricate as it is, prevents Sadao from utilising the fullest potential of his chakra, at least for now. Due to persistent, childish questioning as to why his entrance into the Academy was delayed by one-and-a-half years (because Sadao's chakra coils were unusually slow to develop), his father ended up telling him, though not in the way that was at all helpful to a kid who already felt like a massive disappointment. It went something like: "You have a great responsibility; a great burden. A monster is residing within you, and it is your duty to do what you can to keep it contained."
Yeah, there was more than a little introspection and full-blown panic on Sadao's part, at least for a few years.
While he had to wait to enter the Academy, it doesn't mean he didn't train (and by Kami, he did, because who wanted to be the failure of the family?) as there were always cousins around to teach him bits and pieces of taijutsu and the physical talents of ninjutsu – throwing shuriken, kunai, using a short sword. The Hatake family had fallen on difficult times, at least in terms of how few of them there were left, but they never judged Sadao for his containment of the tailed beast. It wasn't an honour, but nor was it something to be terrified and judgmental of. A rather pragmatic approach, at least compared to the civilians who knew about it.
If Genji took on more frequent, more dangerous missions and delegated training his son to his uncle, Hatake Akira, then nobody could blame the man, of course. Sadao grew up hearing the snide comments, the "It must be difficult to raise such a thing," but grew to tune them out, those and the insults. He only ended up in hospital once for a black eye, and that was when Academy-kids from what would have been his year threw rocks at him, merely mimicking their parents' primal fear. Luckily for the young jinchuuriki, he had a family to fall back on, no matter how distant it seemed to be growing.
Naturally, once he did enter the Academy with functioning albeit muted chakra coils, he was more mature than those around him, if only because he had over a year's head start. He excelled at all of the tactical work and taijutsu, but only some ninjutsu was available to him with superb control over what little chakra his body allowed him, but being merely average in a clan like his and an outsider due to age begets envy, snubbing, and all such other things that hurt Sadao but he wasn't ready to let show. If the other kids were a bit more cruel to him because their ninja parents warned them away from him, well... He didn't know that.
Weapons / Items10x Kunai
20x Shuriken
1x Weapon Scroll...
Wakizashi
JutsuCanon Jutsu
Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Ninken) – C-Rank
One Thousand Years of Death! – E-Rank
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique
Conduction
Type of Jutsu
Ninjutsu
Rank
D-Rank
Range
Close - Medium
Nature Type
Lightning, if any.
Description
A two-part attack generally revolving around the use of thin steel wire wrapped around his kunai. The first part purely relies on his physical skills to somehow stab the opponent with said kunai and implant the weapon in their body – usually in an arm or a leg, though the posterior can be a funny option. So long as it is touching them (or a body of water they are in) the technique should work.
Then, Sadao leaps away to a safe distance, and uses most if not all of the chakra he has available to shock the target through the wire with a haphazardly planned lightning jutsu.
Weaknesses
Draining at this point in time for Sadao to use because of low chakra reserves.
Relies on being able to stab said kunai into an opponent without them removing it. |
2,676 | 59 | 35 | 1,243 | 1,011 | Arashi wondered where all of this was coming from. He wasn't acting like he hated anyone of this group. He honestly didn't know them that much to even have the feeling of hate towards them. Either way he was ready to get this show on the road. He couldn't wait to meet their new sensei so they could start with their training. His moment of excitement stopped when Shina came over and started insulting them. For as long as he's known her she's always been like that and he didn't even know why. She surely gave the Uchiha a bad name and it was going to take a lot for people to forget the negativity that she brought around everyone. She always thought she was better than everyone. He was sure that even now he could beat her, but he didn't want to start a contest right now.
He turned his head when Sadao mentioned that he was the "sane Uchiha". What did that even mean? Yeah Shina was insane or close to it, but he didn't want to just be seen as the sane Uchiha. He was more than just his clan name. He was Arashi of Konohagakure and although he wanted the people of the village to change their views of the clan he still wanted to be known as his own person. When Sadao stepped outside of the classroom he started for the door as well, but stopped in his tracks.
He did a quick one hundred and eighty degree turn to face Shina. He had fire in his eyes, figuratively of course. "Look here, Shina. You think you're all that, but I want you to know something. I'll grow stronger and prove that I'm greater than you. One day we'll even fight each other to prove it. It may be next week, maybe next month, or any time after that. You just know that when the time comes I, Uchiha Arashi, will have proven to be better than you and not some faulty member of your clan. You got that?"
He honestly didn't know where all of that came from. In that short moment he felt more confident than he ever did in his entire life. He was ready for this journey ahead of him. They will write songs and stories about him. He just knew it. | Name: Arashi Uchiha
Nickname/Alias: The Storm Child/The Uchiha's Storm
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Birthplace: Konohagakure
Clan/Bloodline: Uchiha Clan
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Fire
(Without the piercings)
Personality: Despite his upbringing Arashi isn't like the typical Uchiha clan member. He's no elitist who thinks he's better than everyone and he's not dark, mysterious, or broody. He's actually pretty open with others. He's kind and cares a lot for those close to him. He loves his clan, but his true loyalties would remain with his village and his comrades. When it comes to battle he has a mix of two sides. He's not cocky yet he does show confidence in battle and he's also serious. He's really serious when he can feel the danger from the situation. Otherwise he tends to taunt his opponent and sometimes his own comrades if they can't pull it together. He's not the type of person to leave someone behind if it could be helped. He'd rather risk his life than let someone on his team die. He's artistic and imaginative and shows it with the stories and comics that he tends to write about his everyday life. He makes even the exciting situations more exciting.
He holds no ill will to any of the Senju clan or the rest of the village despite the bad blood between them in the wars. In fact he's more than determined to make peace between the clans. He wants to prove that the members of the Uchiha clan aren't selfish monsters who love to kill. That they're as much a part of this village as anyone else. He's not quick to anger, but when he does get angry he's not someone that you want to mess with. It's like he has an inner demon that forces its way out. He doesn't, but it feels that way.
History: Arashi didn't necessarily have an ordinary upbringing. Well, it wasn't ordinary by today's standards. He was born on a stormy night which gave him his name and his nickname. His father had more to do with his raising than his mother did. His raised him as if they were still having war with the clans. He pushed him and pushed him to make him better. Arashi was his father's only child so he pretty much expected the best out of him. People would look at him and see his father's kid. He had to be able to stand out among the kids his age so his power could be a reflection of his father's. Arashi didn't necessarily like that he was being pushed like this, but he had no choice. His father didn't want him entering the Academy until he was sure that he would be a perfect student. He didn't even just mean a student who could ace any test, but a student who once starting in the Academy was beginning to awaken his family's power.
Arashi awakened his Sharingan half-way to graduation. His father was surely proud of the work that he had done to get his son to this level. He pushed Arashi every day before then and sparred him just to trigger the awakening. For a time he even believed that the boy wouldn't even awaken the Sharingan and that he would be pretty much a waste. His awakened state gave him two tomoe in both eyes. This was a pretty rare feat and it actually made Arashi's dad smile at him for the first time. At least for the first time he could remember. He was sure he smiled when he was a baby. He had to, right?
Anyway. He went through the Academy and made friends. Most liked him because he wasn't as stuck or a bitch like the other Uchiha members in their class. He had no problems making friends and people enjoyed reading and looking at the stories he made through and after class. That's what he was doing whenever he wasn't training. He was making friends and working on his stories. It gave him a sense of normalcy and it made him feel like someone other than his father's weapon.
Currently only his father knows about his awakened Sharingan, because he doesn't go around flashing it to others. He only uses it when he needs to or when he's alone training and the former hasn't happened yet. Now he's about to graduate from the Academy and begin his journey as a shinobi. This was his time. The Tale of Arashi Uchiha begins here.
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Weapons/Items: Normal Ninja Tools and Weapons as well as a Tanto that he keeps at his left side.
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Kekkei Genkai:
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Two Tomoe)
Clan: Uchiha
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Jutsu:
Canon Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique: This technique is seen as a rite of passage for the Uchiha clan. In fact it is to the point where Arashi couldn't even think about joining the Academy before he learned the technique. He's skilled with it, but it's not nearly as big as it could be and nor can this one move forward like an actual ball like that of a truly skilled practitioner.
Hazy Genjutsu: Arashi's skill with this isn't as strong as it could be. His range for the technique is only within about a forty yard radius of the target.
Genjutsu Dissipation: Arashi typically doesn't need to use this technique on himself due to his Sharingan so he mostly has it for others.
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Uchiha's Mark
Type of Jutsu: Taijutsu
Rank: C-Rank
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Description: This is actually a technique that Arashi came up with himself. The reason for the rank is because it requires a good amount of speed and physical power. He starts out the technique by rushing towards his opponent to gather momentum. It's used best when the opponent is focused on something else is trying to get back up and into the battle. Once he reaches the opponent he launch kicks them backwards making sure they're physically off the ground. He then runs behind them to pull a kunai on them and stab them in the back, hence the name. He was about ten years old and in a training session with his father when he made it up. It failed miserably then, but he's sure it'd be better used on people around his level.
Weaknesses: It's taijutsu.
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2,677 | 59 | 36 | 2,595 | 7,069 | Shina walked up to Arashi and stared him in the eyes, "My father is one of the highest ranking members of the Uchiha Military Police. You will respect me Arashi or I will show you up." Shina said to him as Mitsuhide thought about stepping in but decided against it because it was probably some sort of family problem between the Uchiha and hey it wasn't his problem if the Uchiha fought each other. "If you want to prove yourself my better you'll need a lot more than those eyes of yours, and your skills. You'll need a whole new level of luck that you won't find anytime soon." Shina Uchiha spun around the two of them and past Mitsuhide as she left the room. Sora merely grumbled and looked at Inuzuka, "So this is what we'll be dealing with for the next year or so? What a god damn pain." complained Sora as Inuzuka chuckled. "Hey just don't get in our little queen bee's face and we won't need to deal with her. Besides I'm sure she'll get pegged down a notch or two once she meets a jounin not in her family." Takumi said as his dog on his shoulder barked in agreement. "Oh great...this is going to be a wonderful time to live isn't it?" Sora grumbled as Mitsuhide moved aside and waved his hand in a sarcastic manner as he bowed. "My lady how about you go on your way too?" Mitsuhide said to Sora as she groaned tiredly and moved past him and was followed by Inuzuka. "Well that was fun who want's to go through that again? I certainly don't." Mitsuhide said with a chuckle. Mitsuhide handed out the letter between everyone there. The note was crudely written and there were stains on it from some sort of drink probably coffee. It was written in a rather frank fashion and gave no formalities and it didn't even give a welcome to the new group. "Well guys it looks like we're going to the gate. The main gate to be precise you know the one in front of the village our elders never let us go out because it was too dangerous. Or was that just me? Was I the only one who didn't get to go out into the forest? Whatever so..." Mitsuhide said as he edged towards the door slowly. "LAST ONE THERE IS A ROTTEN EGG!" Mitsuhide said as he bolted out the door. Takumi Hoshita was sorry enough to get in his way and stopped himself just in time only for him to lose his balance causing him to trip and fall onto Yume leading the two on the floor in a tumbled heap as Korra started to giggle and laugh uncontrollably. Mina Sensei walked over to them too see if they were ok. | Name: Mitsuhide Senju
Nickname/Alias: The Boy of the Wood Style
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Clan/Bloodline: Senju Clan
Skill Specialization: Ninjutsu
Rank: Genin
Chakra Nature: Earth, Water (Kekkei Genkai based)
Appearance:
Kekkei Genkai
Name of Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release
Clan: Senju
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Personality: Kind and (somewhat) virtuous, Mitsuhide is a very understanding boy for his age and has a fascination with nature in general finding it beautiful and loves to simply lay down and look at it for others. He is a loves the peaceful nature of the village and the area around it and normally has a bright smile on his face. Mitsuhide is very trusting towards his friends and is very hurt when he is betrayed by someone holding a grudge for a very long time. He has a distrust of the Uchiha Clan due to their histories during the shinobi war. However he is not trusting without reason as his family is always remembered the betrayals they've suffered and as a result this impression was forced onto a young Mitsuhide as well. Despite this however he still has a couple of friends inside the Uchiha Clan though they are very few.
He is very grateful towards others and is always willing to repay someone's kindness even if it is the smallest thing. He is never one to forget when someone had helped him and he tends to make friends easily due to this trait. He loves animals and is especially fond of young dogs but most wild life also makes him curious as well be them flowers or boars. He keeps his word as often as he can and is always the first one to admit he made a mistake thinking of it as a learning experience in his excitement to grow up.
While he is energetic he is not overly so and keeps a calm demeanor when it matters, but when allowed to he lets his childish side do as it will despite what others may think of him. He is quick to make a friend and tries his best to help others with their down faults if they look like they are struggling. However he tries his best not to bring up personality faults. He is not one to pull pranks on others or to act out but he is somewhat sarcastic and sometimes whines a bit when he doesn't like what he hears. Despite this Mitsuhide somehow manages to be polite when the occasion rises.
However when crossed Mitsuhide is very hard to win back and he doesn't forgive people easily. He has a hard time trusting people who have proven themselves unworthy of being trusted. He also is easily angered when it comes down to his family. He isn't afraid of fighting dirty though he finds the very thought of it disgusting in it's own right.
History: It was during the great shinobi war when the clan Senju and the Uchiha Clans built the Village Hidden in the Leafs, which came to be a very powerful village in the day to come. However before dying Hashirama settled down and produced a family that would be protected by his brother until his demise. The Senju clan has thrived and grown strong. Some few generations later and continued to thrive in the village. One of the newest children to grace the clan appeared in the form of Mitsuhide whom was born on a warm autumn day.
Mitsuhide was gifted with great chakra reserves and a natural talent as comes from being a member of the Senju family, as well as the clan's innate ability to heal faster than normal in a way similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan but still inferior in chakra and healing prowess. Regardless, Mitsuhide was born healthy and his parents promised to raise him to be a great young man as the family embraced Mitsuhide smiled and giggled happily. As a child Mitsuhide proved to be a handful, as he was always exploring and trying to see new things; even as a baby he was one to try to quickly figure things out or simply enjoy small things around him especially smaller animals whom had a tendency to try and scratch him for hugging them to tightly. Despite this he did get along with some animals such as dogs more so than cats. He was often read to as a child by his father when he was home and when he got older it was also his father whom helped him train. He was taught some simple first aid by his mother on the side because of his tendency to go out and get himself hurt falling on trees. But Mitsuhide being the stubborn young boy that he is didn't mind his mother's warnings and kept on getting scrapes and bruises exploring the village.
However something was different about this Senju boy which became more apparent with time. His father found him to be oddly talented in the ways of Ninjutsu, and when the time came, and by complete accident none the less, while trying out a basic jutsu he accidentally summoned some wood out of the ground leading to the boy being called by some of his family as The Boy of the Wood Style. Even some of the villagers whom Mitsuhide had befriended called him by that name. Some of his more fanatical family members whispered about possible second coming of the first hokage in Mitsuhide, but his parents would have none of it saying that he was just a boy. Mitsuhide himself was confused about being compared to his great grand father but he liked it too, his great grand father being a great hero, and all the various friends who Mitsuhide was known to be around outside the house, were mixed in their feelings between being surprised and not so much as they expected Mitsuhide to be a great ninja when he grew up but didn't expect him to have the wood style ability.
Mitsuhide had often gone among the villagers as a kid and had gained many friends throughout the village, but not because of any special skills or his kekkei genkai, but because of his upbeat attitude and general friendly joking nature. He was and is still a boy who doesn't give up and tries his hardest no matter what the task is. Not to prove himself but because he is determined to get all the things he strives to do finished to the end. His drive pushes him to become stronger and better which is why he had become so skilled in ninjutsu even at his age. However he is known to have some humility despite his sometimes prideful nature clearly willing to admit when someone is better than him, well at least when he wants to. He also freely admits he is an awful genjutsu user as he hates illusions. He wasn't much of a prankster and didn't like messing things up around the village but he did enjoy making a good joke at someone's expense. While he had many expectations pushed upon him, especially with the second nickname he received and was determined not to be called by it often.
His drive and determination to live up to it his expectations. But he didn't show it outright as a goal and never stated it he simply said he wanted to be better for his family and for his own sake. He passed at near the head of his class in ninjutsu, bottom in genjutsu, and he did fair in his Taijutsu skills but despite this his reputation has become slightly overblown in some groups. While he is bombarded with expectations, Mitsuhide has graduated the academy fairly well in the class ranks and like always with a smile on his face and a fearsome determination in the will of fire in his heart.
Weapons/Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Basic ninja equipment
Jutsu:
Wood Release - Wood Clone - Mitsuhide is is an extremely talented user of Ninjutsu but even he is unable to make a clone without a sturggle. At his young inexperienced age he is only capable of making a single clone at a time and has a limit of three without using any other jutsu or chakra. However it is still rather crude in terms of form. -
Wood Release: Cutting Sabers of Wood -
Mitsuhide uses this technique as a way to make swords without carrying them around. He doesn't tend to use these as a way of defending and purely uses them for the aforementioned.
Wood Release: Threefolded Wood Shield - A smaller version of the shield used by Yamato in the anime - |
2,678 | 60 | 0 | 1,105 | 2,351 | ACT I
Bright Skies and Strong Storms
The rock bounced several times before rolling to a halt in the middle of the dirt road. Walking along the dirt trail next to Lake Krukow, the blonde teenager found some entertainment in kicking a small stone. The sun was high in the sky, though it wasn't exactly hot. It was never "hot" in Krukow. Nor was it ever really cold. The temperature fluctuation was minimal, no matter the season. It was just as boring as this dirt road. Aubrey gave another light kick, watching the pebble bounce across the road further. However, it came to a rest near something that at first looked like another rock.
As Aubrey drew near, he stopped and examined the small object. It was a wooden butterfly, slightly larger than the pebble next to it, with some kind of thin lace. A necklace of sorts. At first, it seemed plain odd. Then Aubrey's eyes widened. "An Aeva?" he thought aloud, bending over and picking it up. Holding it by the lace, he looked at the necklace intently for a moment. "Hey." The wooden object remained silent. "Helloooo?" Still silence. "If you're one of those Aevum I've heard about, you better not be messing with me..."
The staredown continued a moment longer before Aubrey let out a sigh. Shrugging his shoulders, he tossed the necklace into the nearby lake. "I bet someone thinks they're real funny..." With his hopes now crushed, Aubrey kicked the rock again. This time, it made a sharp turn to the left after the first bounce, landing right in the lake. Now mildly disappointed that there was no form of entertainment for the rest of his walk, he paused to watch the ripples along the lake surface. But as the ripples died out, he began to hear a rumbling sound. The water of the lake began vibrating, creating small ripples across the entire length. Confused, Aubrey turned around to face the source of the low rumble.
Frighteningly low in the sky, there was a large airship. Heading directly toward him. "Whoa..." As the large ship, an open-deck freighter by the looks of it, passed overhead Aubrey rotated to keep his eyes on it. "Don't see too many of those pass by... That jackass was flying really low..." Suddenly, an idea came to his mind as he watched the ship disappear over the trees. "I bet everyone in town saw that too!" The teenager broke into a brisk run, no longer caring about neither the stone nor totem that had his attention moments before. He had a story to tell his mother.
"Vladmir..." A tall man with black hair and obnoxiously large glasses stood in front of a desk. Behind it was the Krukow mayor, Vladmir Maximus. Not only was Vladmir tall, he was also wide. Though he was grey haired and wrinkled, with a trimmed grey beard to boot, his size came from muscle rather than fat. Intimidating to look at. Hilarious to listen to. "I know, I saw it too," a surprisingly high-pitched voice came from the big man. The assistant adjusted his glasses. "It would seem that the freight ship that passed dangerously low has landed on the north side of the island. It was likely an emergency landing. Should we send a search party or...?"
The older man let out a sigh. "We never have ships like that come through this region of the world. There are no major routes nearby. This is suspicious..." As the overly-large glasses seemed to keep slipping, the tall man had to adjust them again. "I do not believe that ship was Crucibellian, Vladmir." "Of course not. It was too old to be a Crucible freighter. But things like this... they are a bad sign..." There was an awkward silence around the mayor's office for a moment. "Alright. We'll send a search party. Gather some of my men from Maximus, just in case."
Before the assistant could even agree to the plan, the double doors to the room slammed open. "Vladmir!" Another young man, barely an adult, had barged in. The sudden burst enraged the mayor, and he jumped to his feet. Now standing at full height, he seemed even more intimidating. "What did I tell you about kno-" "Three Crucible ships have been spotted coming from the south-east!" There was a tense silence in the room. As angry as Vladmir looked a moment before, he now looked scared. With nobody saying anything, the newcomer decided to continue. "Two Magellan-class ships and an Interceptor-class. The Interceptor will be here any minute!"
The mayor shook his head a few times and his angry expression returned. He pointed at the bespectacled man, whom was frozen in fear. "Gather all of Maximus. We have more important matters than the other ship. Go around the town and try to get all the women and children to the north-west part of the island. We need to get them on the skiff to Kuiper, fast." The assistant snapped out of his daze. "But sir... the skiff won't fit all of them. If you're planning on confronting them, you still won't be able to buy them enough time."
A scowl formed on his face. "We have to try. But we can't have a panic... Ugh... Change of plans." The other two in the room seemed surprised by his sudden change in tone. "Gather all of Maximus. But we won't be fleeing. We have to disarm ourselves and take what's coming. This way, we won't lose as many lives..." The youngest spoke up again. "But Vladmir! You've heard the stories. These people aren't going to be nice, even if we do just roll over and give up. Your Rift Hunting guild is strong, and many of the men that work at the lumber mill are strong too. We can fight!"
"No, we can't. The Interceptor's crew alone will be too much for us. And those Magellans... Those are battleships. If we put up a fight... they will annihilate us..."
Aubrey closed the front door behind himself surprisingly gently, considering how excited he was. Rather carelessly in a rushed fashion, he threw his small backpack on the living room couch. Despite the fact that his mother was hardly able to get out of bed, the house was incredibly clean and tidy. Perhaps it was Aubrey that managed it. "Hey mom!" he called out, rushing down the hallway and taking a tight turn through an open bedroom door.
Laying in the bed, under the covers, was a black-haired woman. Though her eyes were closed and her skin was pale, as well as being on the thin side, she stirred. "A huge ship passed over the island a few minutes ago. I'd never seen such a big airship around here before," he told her, going down on his knees next to her bed. His mother's eyes opened, revealing they were brown. "I've never heard of it either," she responded, giving him a smile. Aubrey grinned a bit, before pulling something out of his pocket. "I got paid today." He held up his hand, showing her the thick wad of cash.
This caused her to chuckle. "That's good. But we have enough groceries for the week. I think you should hold onto that." This seemed to surprise Aubrey. "Are you sure? Can't think of anything else to get with it? Are you running low on your pills?" His mother shook her head slowly. "We're all set. Thanks to your hard work." A grin formed on Aubrey's face as he put the money back in his pocket. "Now why don't you go and find your friends. You deserve to have your fun for the day." Aubrey stood up to full height now. "Sheesh Mom. You still talk to me like I'm a little kid." This made his mother giggle a bit.
"You always will be my little boy. Now run along. Make sure you're home by suppertime, and don't get into any trouble. None of your friends need to know how much money you have." Aubrey chuckled, before nodding his head. "Love ya, Mom." He walked out of the bedroom now, and with her son gone the woman rested her head and closed her eyes again. Now with everything done for the day, Aubrey walked into the kitchen. Before heading out, he needed one thing. A pair of sunglasses rested on the dining table, and the teenager quickly snatched them. After checking his reflection on the back of a clean spoon, he determined he looked cool enough to wander around town.
With a grin on his face and money in his pocket, Aubrey headed out the front door. Upon closing it behind himself he took a look around. The town seemed too quiet and boring for his taste. Before he could even decide where to start searching for people he saw several Rift Hunters walk by. It was obvious who they were, as they wore the Maximus uniform. The teenager watched as they walked by. Though it wasn't uncommon to see them around, as they lived here, something seemed off. The two men seemed almost suspicious. Aubrey watched as they walked down the street and turned the corner, likely heading for the town hall. Their boss worked his day job there as the mayor after all. Despite the strangeness of that event Aubrey shook it off and the grin returned. Time to find some friends. | NPC List and Information Center
Standard Oceanhopper Class Frieghter example pictured above. 205m long and weighs 160,000 tons, unloaded.
The C.S. Free Wind, it's proper designation, is a heavily modified Oceanhopper Class freighter. Oceanhoppers are outdated models, their manufacture being halted over thirty years ago, though dozens still take to the skies of Aurelia every day. Most are owned by transport companies that use the massive cargo bay to deliver various goods around the Crucible Empire, as the Oceanhopper was produced by Crucibellain shipwrights. The Free Wind, however, was decommissioned twenty years ago and was put on a backlog to be scrapped. Five years later it was purchased out of a junkyard by Summer Skies, who restored it to working condition and upgraded it from its outdated design. She replaced the old sails with a new advanced canvas that collects sunlight and installed power rails to hold this canvas and harness the energy to keep the thrusters powered. Though valuable and intricate these canvases are quite sturdy, having little worry of being damaged outside of combat scenarios. This design, commonly known as Solar Rails, is something that would not be common among ships for another five years after Summer installed it on the Free Wind. Due to these Solar Rails the Free Wind is surprisingly fast despite its size and weight, making only the most advanced ships of the modern age the only ones able to chase it down. Even older Interceptor class vessels cannot reach speeds the Free Wind is capable of at max power.
The Free Wind's original Aura generator is still intact and has been used as a back-up source of power, though it is still the original generator and thus very outdated. Nevertheless the Free Wind was ready for flight a mere two weeks after Summer acquired it. Since then it has received hidden armaments to defend itself. A total of a dozen aura cannons, six on each side, are hidden in the large cargo-hold below deck. They can be remotely controlled from the command bridge, positioned above the open deck. There are several cannons on the upper deck as well, though they cannot be remotely controlled and must be manually loaded with aura charges that would be brought up from a specific area of the cargo hold. The secret weapon of the Free Wind, however, is the Magnificant Laser installed underneath the bow. Being linked directly to the Aura generator, it can fire a massive payload of Aura in a large laser. This ace-in-the-hole can destroy many types of unarmored ships in one hit, though the fact it is linked to the Aura generator means it will take their back-up power source offline for an hour after firing.
As most of the space on an Oceanhopper class is dedicated to the cargo area, there is little room for comfortably holding crew. Without modifying the cargo space the Free Wind can only comfortably hold twelve people or so. The sleeping areas are split between three cabins, one dedicated purely for the captain while the other two are for men and women, respectively. Each of the larger cabins has three sets of bunk beds, allowing for up to six occupants each. To accomodate the crew's belongings there is an armory between the two cabins that has twelve lockers. The ship's only bathroom has two showers and two toilets, and it is located across from the armory for ease of access. Aside from the top deck, the command bridge, and the cargo hold the Free Wind is actually quite compact with narrow hallways and small rooms. Even the engine room that houses the Aura generator, located beneath the command bridge, leaves little room for navigation or maintenance. Even after weaponized the Free Wind it still remains a freighter that is largely dedicated to having a large cargo hold.
The cargo hold, taking up the majority of space among the bottom of the ship, is divided into separate areas. Along the sides it houses the cannons, along the roof at the bow it houses the Magnificant Laser, and underneath the laser is the room that stores the Aura batteries for operating the cannons above-deck. The center of the cargo hold is unobstructed to allow maximum cargo and use. More often than not it is host to a pool table in the back for recreation, and should the Free Wind take on a job to transport people there is plenty of room to set up cots to allow their "cargo" to sleep in the hold. There is much freedom in what to do with the vast open space of the cargo hold, but the fact the cargo hold is so big it leaves little room for the rest of the ship. Many guests have commented how such a large ship can still feel so cramped, though Summer Skies often takes that with offense.
~ 5'9" - Don't Ask - Curvaceous ~
Personalia
Personal details of importance
【Name:】
Summer Skies
【Nickname:】
The Lost One ; Mother Goose
【Gender:】
Female
【Age:】
Don't Ask
Psychological report
A report on subjects' mental health and forté
【Personality:】
While Summer Skies looks like a warm and inviting person that is very rarely an accurate representation of her behaviors. She is loud, harsh, and authoritarian in practice. Of course her volatile nature isn't taken seriously due to a seeming lack of capability to back up her threats. Often she relies on Weston back up her threats rather than do anything herself. This isn't to say that Summer is a terrible person, but she is a very reactionary woman. When not confronted with something displeasing she can be quite pleasant. A calm Summer is a happy Summer and most prefer her to be this way, despite the possible entertainment that might come from an excited or angry Summer. When the going gets tough, however, she becomes dead serious and cold-hearted. Most forget about her calculating nature because this happens few and far between, but ultimately many would take angry Summer over quiet Summer. Bad things happen when she's quiet and not smiling. At least she takes care of her crew and her friends, whether they realize how much she actually cares for them or not. But don't call her a Tsundere to her face. She'll have you thrown overboard.
【History:】
~To Be Discovered~
Combat investigatory reports
Data gathered by interviews and evaluations
【Classification:】
~To Be Discovered~
【Skills:】
Summer is a very intelligent woman, having once been a scientist and an engineer. She is capable of analyzing situations and crunching the numbers to figure out the optimal outcome. It sometimes seems as if her analysis gives her clairvoyance, though it is simply smarts. Her leadership skills are also worthy of praise, as she has an affinity for motivating her crew and pushing forward to success.
【Techniques:】
~To Be Discovered~
【Equipment:】
Earpiece Communicator
【Position:】
Captain
【Theme song:】
Titanium
~ 6'3" - 225lbs - Muscular ~
While usually hidden by his clothes, there are numerous scars across Weston's torso, back, arms, legs, and even a few small ones on his hands.
Personalia
Personal details of importance
【Name:】
Weston Bright
【Nickname:】
Two Blade ; The Defector
【Gender:】
Male
【Age:】
43
Psychological report
A report on subjects' mental health and forté
【Personality:】
While he may come off with an intimidating presence, Weston is a surprisingly chill guy. He is level-headed and hard to anger, but quick thinking and quite wise from his worldly experiences. Of course just because he's a bit nice doesn't mean he is the most comforting person to be around but he is probably the safest to stay near. He practically radiates power, making him hard to miss and difficult to stand against. His calm and collected nature may seem like a facade to those who have heard about him but the rumors of a savage and rampaging Two Blade are just that: rumors. Weston knows his strength and power and does well to keep it in check, though some mistake his act for overconfidence when that is far from the case. One can cross Weston and he can be forgiving, but if Summer orders him to do something then he will usually do it without question. Weston's direct nature makes him easy to approach and understand but he won't just open up about his life story to just anyone, nor will he help just anybody. It is still probably best to befriend Weston rather than make him your enemy. It just takes one glance to realize that this man is in a league of his own...
【History:】
~To Be Discovered~
Combat investigatory reports
Data gathered by interviews and evaluations
【Classification:】
Aeva-Linked: The Minotaur
【Skills:】
A soldier and hardened veteran of war, Weston is deadly proficient with an array of weapons and combat styles. His most notable skill, however, is his mastery of fighting with two swords at once (hence his epithet). While putting any weapon in his hands, or not giving him a weapon at all, will often result in his victory, it is with his swords that he feels most comfortable. Also somewhat of a tactician, being capable of reading a combat situation and acting quickly and accordingly.
【Techniques:】
~To Be Discovered~
【Equipment:】
White Blood
Requiem
Earpiece Communicator
【Position:】
First Mate
【Theme song:】
The Pretender
~To Be Added~
~To Be Added~
~To Be Added~ |
2,679 | 60 | 1 | 777 | 1,174 | Amelia
"Thank you for you business, have a pleasant day." A young woman said automatically as she handed an older man several articles of clothing. The young one small smile radiating a small amount of happiness as she placed small stack of money she had been given into the register. Watching as the old man left her store seeming quite happy with the clothes he had brought. The young man smile twisting into a satisfied one know she just made a really good sale, given she paid less then half the price she charged for those clothes. With the store now empty Amelia sighed, today had been a quite day with enough a handful of customers coming into her store. Even few actually buying something.
"Might sweep the front of the store. Haven't done that since last night." she though stepping to her shops back room. Grabbing one of several brooms she had. Amelia walked out the front of her shop. Slowly starting to sweep, starting to hum to herself mere seconds later. Her mind wondering as she swept, thinking of all the places she wanted to go see. Recalling images of a number of different places she had seen as a little girl. As she swept, Amelia was pulled out of her thoughts as she noticed a ship flying low, over town. Stopping she watched the ship until it was out of view.
"What a pack of jackasses. Flying so low, they do know people live in this town." Amelia though with a shake of her head. Retuning to her task Amelia went back to sweeping, since no one had come near her store. Amelia didn't mind moment where the shop was empty as it allowed to clean it a little or do the shops books. Saving her time after closing, time she could then use on other things.
Amelia wasn't even a quarter of the way thought sweeping her shops front when a young man approached her store.
"Hello" she stated in a friendly manner only to be ignored. Amelia continued to sweep as as she watched him walk passed her and enter the shop. Setting the broom down, she frowned finding the potential customer rudeness unnecessary. Entering her shop Amelia looked at the young man, seeing he was browsing though several books she had been able to acquire recently. Something she was quite proud of as the trader she got them off was quite reluctant to let them go for what Amelia was willing to pay. Going behind the counter, Amelia continued to watch the young man, lacking anything better to do while he was in here. Looking almost board she sighed to herself. It was never any fun when she had just one customer. After a couple of minutes the young man picked up a book and started to walk around shop. Amelia watched him try a pair of boots on before picking them up. He also grabbed a pack and an old looking cloak.
"He must be planning a trip somewhere. Failing that he news here and wants to explore. Either way, buying that old cloak. Which is good had that thing for two years and no ones wanted it." Amelia thought to herself watching as the young man came up to the counter.
What happened was the normal Amelia working out the combined price and the young man paying for his new items. All which happened without Amelia only stating the price. The young man having no interest in conversation. Amelia sighing as she placed the money in the register. Going back out the front Amelia went back to sweeping, humming to herself while she did so. | You wanna play? Then lets play! Know though once we start, there is no quitting and I don't always play fair.
~ Height 5 ft 7 in - weight 133.6 - Lean ~
Amelia right arm is covered in full sleeve tattoo of a serpent dragon running from the top of her shoulder to her wrist.
Personalia
Personal details of importance
【Name:】
Amelia Miranda Crovus
【Nickname:】
None, at the moment.
【Gender:】
Female
【Age:】
21
Psychological report
A report on subjects' mental health and forté
【Personality:】
Very friendly and helpful are the first words many think of when dealing with Amelia. The young woman nearly always seeming happy with a small smile on her face. Nearly always willing to help others who request her help. Rarely asking for anything in return. Someone who's happy to listen to to other problems and of what counsel she can. A happy girl with a slightly playful and mischievous nature. However this happy, helpful side hides a darker side. Although happy and helpful Amelia, is someone who gets even when she thinks some crosses her. Someone who is willing to manipulate others and situations to get what she wants. A driven individual that once she as set her mind on a goal or an object she will great length to obtain said item or achieve said goal. Care little off the potential cost to others.
Amelia as a sadistic side to her and likes to watch people suffer. She dose not care who it is, but enjoys it more when she has caused the suffering. Amelia is also known next to imposable to anger or just generally upset, having a very tight control of her emotions. When Amelia gets angry it is normally because she has chosen to be angry.
【History:】
Born to the duo of a hardworking back alley Mechanic and a deadbeat mage, Amelia was born alongside her twin sister Emilia during a time during her parents lives where they could not support two children. So gave Amelia up for adoption. Not long after being put up for adoption Amelia was adopted by a pair of traveling traders, who where looking for a child but unable to have children of their own. They found Amelia and adopted her as quickly as they could fill out the paper work. They named their new daughter Amelia and took her aboard their ship and Amelia begun her life with her new parents.
Her parents ship was small ship that was often filled to brim with goods from a large number of places. The pair of them only staying a short time in one spot before moving on to the next. Leaving Amelia to never really make many friends as a little girl, but she was always meeting new and interesting people. It wasn't known Amelia was mage until her magic started to assert itself. At first it was small simple pools of water randomly popping up when ever Amelia felt sad or got too excited. Her parents noticing this from a young age but only worked out their daughter was the source when she was around five. Worried their daughter might hurt herself or someone else accidentally. The pair of them went to Krukow and presented Amelia to a water mage they often did business with and asked if he would teach her how to control her magic. Which was starting to to assert itself more and sometimes in dangerous ways.
The Mage was willing to teach Amelia who was now 6. Took Amelia into his home and began to teach Amelia what he knew. Her parents selling there ship and buying a house on Krukow to stay with their daughter. Setting up a shop and using the contacts they had made to get goods saw where rare on Krukow. For a time Amelia lived with mage, as he taught her how to control her magic and how to use it to protect herself and in day to day life. All the while Amelia began attending the school the mage wanting his protege to be around other children. Spending what free time she got with her parents who started grooming her to follow in their footsteps as a trader. As Amelia turned 13 the Mage having imparted the basic of magic to Amelia, he left Krukow due to having problems with Amelia's parents. Who thought now that she knew the basics and could control her magic should live with them. As the Mage left he gave her a small book contained several different spells she could try to learn if she improved, along with couple of different methods to train ones magic.
Moving into her parents house, Amelia began what she would call a peaceful normal life. Going to school during the day, helping out in her parents shop in the afternoon and at night practicing her magic, with other mages who willing to teacher her or sometimes by herself. The normal life came to an end on her when she 16 her parents killed a by rift monster while she was at school. Suddenly alone Amelia had little choice but to support herself, fortunately her parents shop provided the means for her to do so. Having a good grasp on the skills needed to run it, she became a trader, selling and buying pretty much anything she thought held value and she sell to someone at a profit. All the while maintaining a happy smile even as the core of her being twisted into a something some would consider dark and disturbed. Amelia finding she got a kick out making those with happy lives or those that tried to cross her in some way suffer.
By the time she was 17 Amelia had solid base of loyal customers and was able to support herself. Gaining a reputation for being a fair trader and someone who would didn't mind ordering particular items in provided one could afford it and payed up front. As time passed Amelia started to feel the itch see the world beyond Krukow, recalling all the places she had been as a little girl. Wanting to see them again and much more.
Combat investigatory reports
Data gathered by interviews and evaluations
【Classification:】
Water Arcane Mage
【Skills:】
Growing up Amelia was taught how to be a trader by her parents traders and having operated a shop for a few years, she is fairly skilled at the art of trading. She is fairly good at spotting what is good quality and what is barely worth the parts its made from. Her weakest part of trading would she still is trying to learn how to haggle well, but has a basic understanding. She also been taught how to store things properly and efficiently to make it easy to keep track of.
Being a water mage and after many hours of training, Amelia can manipulate very small bodies of water. (like a full bucket) It require Amelia quite a bit of concentration to manipulate the water for any given length of time.
【Techniques:】
Aqua bubble: A basic spell and one of first Amelia learned. She creates a bubble of water and lunches it like a mortar round at a target or forms the bubble around something or someone. Amelia can create the bubble around herself and use it a some sort of weak barrier. However she can only stay inside it for as long hold her breath. Amelia only make about an arms length away from her and requires a free hand to form the bubble.
Water Cannon: Amelia channels Mana into one of her hands to form a small but dense ball of water. After forming the ball Amelia aims and fires the ball at her target as hard as she wants/can. She also can bring her hands together to make a larger ball of water at cost of more Mana.
More to come ... as she practices and gains experience fighting.
Nothing, chances are nothing will ever go in here. Who knows though.
【Equipment:】
Dagger: A small common dagger Amelia keeps on her at all times, just in case she gets jumped or is unable to use her magic. Although its used more as a tool then a weapon.
Steel bracelet x3: Something Amelia inherited of her mother, who planed on giving them to her when she turned 17. All worn on the left wrist the bracelets are all linked together.
Old Small book: Something given to her by Water mage the taught her the basics of magic. Containing information on several spells and methods on how to improve ones magic. The book itself looks like it been drenched several times then hung out to dry.
【Position:】
Ships Quartermaster
【Theme song:】
Working on finding one. |
2,680 | 60 | 2 | 1,362 | 1,850 | ❀ 🌹
The chirping of birds whistled through the quaint village of Krukow, only slightly muffled by the moderate gossip and bantering of the locals. Even on its busiest days, the local markets were tame in comparison to the hustle and bustle of Kuiper. Though if Claudette were to be honest, she much preferred the quiet. Her frequent trips to the markets would be quite stressful if she had to make her way through a large crowd. Straw basket in one hand, her holo-pad in the other, Claudette browsed through the list of supplies her mother had sent her to acquire. The transparent screen glowed a light hue of violet, projected from the small capsule which was nervously clasped in Claudette's delicate fingers. Of coarse she would be nervous; tonight her father was expecting company for dinner. This was a common occurrence in Claudette's family, yet tonight was not just any regular house guest.
Maria Greenwood was coming for dinner. Maria Greenwood. Now, the lovely Miss Greenwood seemed all honey and sugar to most of the town folk. She was an elderly lady who regularly attended the Deacon's sermons and brought baked goods. Yet despite appearances, Miss Greenwood was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Her and Henrietta, Claudette's mother, did not get along. In her mothers own words;
'The woman's a smug, condescending old crow. And her quiche tastes like cat shit. I wouldn't feed it to my worst enemies.'
Claudette could feel her face going red just thinking of the language her mother had used when complaining in the kitchen this morning. The thought of speaking like that aloud was inconceivable. Yet her mother was a proud woman, and she loved her husband. She put up with the evil Miss Greenwood; who Claudette also detested with a passion, for the sake of keeping the peace in the community. So it felt only right that Claudette, who was strolling through empty streets when she'd much rather be reading under a tree, did the same. Though she still didn't like it. The thought of Miss Greenwood talking to her with that insufferable forced smile while she made passing comments on how Claudette should be more devoted to the faith made her stomach churn. She briefly considered saying a prayer for tonight's dinner to be quick and painless.
As Claudette approached a small shop, a comfortable little place ran by a woman named Amelia, she felt a sudden buzzing in her ear. The droning only continued to grow louder; the earth beginning to rumble a little. Claudette turned around and looked up to confront the noise. Eyes wide open in concern, Claudette slowly reached for the doorknob of Amelia's shop and pushed the door open. Creeping inside, she quickly shut the door behind her. Her heart was racing like a hummingbird. What were Crucible ships doing in Krukow? Suddenly the dinner with Miss Greenwood seemed like a trivial matter. The Crucible frowned upon The Children of Aura, and Claudette had heard many harrowing stories from her father about how they persecute those who practice it. Before she could get ahead of herself, she stared forward to see Amelia minding her shop while dealing with another customer. Pushing off from the door, Claudette walked forward with shaky legs. She did her best to remain composed, but the second she reached the counter she just blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.
"Oh, Miss Crovus! Did you see the airships? Why are the Crucible here of all places? I just don't understand." It was clear that Claudette was panicking. She had her free hand clutching onto her chest and her eyes were darting back and forth around the shop. She was seemingly having a little trouble breathing. However after a moment, her breath steadied and her stature stiffened. Claudette stood in silence for a moment before clasping her hands over her mouth in embarrassment.
"Oh dear, how rude of me. Good day, Miss Crovus. Blessings of the Mother to you." Claudette bowed polite, forming her hands into a circle at her chest. It was a holy sign among The Children; used for greetings, blessings and pretty much anything else. It was rare for most people to see Claudette so flustered, but even so she made sure to remember her manners. Even though she grew more frightened by the minute. | ~ 5'3" - 116 lbs - Petite ~
Claudette's skin is light, but is also covered in freckles. These are most prominent around her face, neck and shoulders. She likes to wear a blue sundress with a matching hat most days, as well as a pair of sandals.
Personalia
Personal details of importance
【Name:】
Claudette Descoteaux
【Nickname:】
None, as far as she knows.
【Gender:】
Female
【Age:】
17
Psychological report
A report on subjects' mental health and forté
【Personality:】
Claudette is a sensitive person who takes how others see her very seriously. She is shy, quiet and reserved, though this is not her true nature. Anyone who has had the privilege to know Claudette can catch a glimpse of the free spirit shackled inside her heart. Growing up, Claudette has always felt an intense pressure to talk and behave in a manner which best represents her family. She's submissive and weak willed, easily growing flustered when others talk to her in a confronting manner. She's the type of person who if you made any passing remark about her, she would spend the next week fixated on your comment while wallowing in self doubt.
Claudette is very much a compassionate person, having grown up with the teachings of her father's faith. She follows the faith not out of belief, but more out of fear of disappointing her father. While she has only just started questioning the religion her family, and most of Kukrow, swears by, she is not in any rush to bring up such matters at the dinner table. She is always available to be a shoulder to cry on and can offer some surprisingly bold advice; if only she would listen to it herself. One of her more unexpected traits is her intellect and wit. She has quite the sense of humour, should you be lucky enough for her to open up to you to share it.
Claudette had quite a strict upbringing, and she has somewhat of an irrational fear of authority. Though she would never be the type to perform any illicit activities, she still feels anxious whenever she walks by a guard or an adult. This doesn't prove to be much of an issue for her, considering most of the people on the island recognise her by association with her father.
All in all, Claudette is a sweet young lady who feels she has big shoes to fill. She is constantly worried about how the island residents see her, not wishing to tarnish the good name of her father. This has lead her to be quite conservative and as a result she struggles with making friends. If you are able to enter her bubble though, you will find a loving friend with an unexpected curiosity and intelligence.
【History:】
In Aurelia, the Crucible does not allow much room for religious freedom. However the Crucible was not always in charge, and for many generations there had existed a faith that encompassed a large majority of the world. The Mother is the fountain from which life on Aurelia came to be, the Aura of the world. Scriptures have been written and recounted for hundreds of years depicting the tale of how The Mother created Aurelia, turning herself into the Aura that keeps the planet alive. The faith had many branches, many practitioners and countless followers. Though they would all come to be known under the umbrella religion known as The Children of Aura (or just The Children, depending on which branch you belonged to).
The religion played a huge part in the very early societies of Aurelia, but it would not last. The Crucible deemed the faith to be old, illogical and the various spiritual needs of its practitioners was deemed too inefficient. How could the Crucible create a stable economy and military when the Children required so much time for meditation and prayer? Practicing the religion was prohibited in all Crucible owned land, and the Children of Aura slowly began to dwindle. However there are still some who wholly believe in the faith, such as Deacon Descoteaux. The mans family had come from nothing, victims of the Crucible's oppression in Taviore. Their faith was all they had, and even the Crucible was determined to rid them of that. Only a newly anointed Deacon of the Faith, Jean-Luke Descoteaux knew that the only way he would be able to preach the words of The Mother was by fleeing Taviore.
Boarding a refugee ship, Jean-Luke stowed away from his home and ended up on Kuiper. He had spent many years there, volunteering at soup kitchens and centers for the homeless. It was here he realised his vocation, and he decided he would dedicated his life to spreading the word of The Mother to the lost Children who needed it most. Packing what little he had, he left Kuiper and settled on Kukrow. Here he proclaimed the word of Aura, and soon there were many in the village who came to his sermons. While the people were skeptical at first, Jean-Luke's acts of charity and love had warmed the hearts of the villagers. Soon enough the man became one of the most well respected individuals in the town, even being on good terms with the Mayor himself.
It wasn't long before Jean-Luke would find the love of his life; a woman named Henrietta. The two conceived a child and named her Claudette. Jean-Luke had hoped that his child would share the same affinity for magic that he did, as The Children smiled upon those who were born with the powers of a White Mage; which is believed to be a the Magic closest to the Mother. Unfortunately, Claudette was born with weak mana and would not be able to learn any form of magic. Jean-Luke was a little disappointed, but he loved his child regardless. He and Henrietta raised her with the faith, and she quickly grew to become a kind and caring young lady.
When she was old enough, Claudette began school and it was soon realised that they had quite a gifted child on their hands. She learned fast and had a curious spirit about her. Claudette and her father would often take trips to the library on Kuiper for the young girl to take out books to continue nurturing her mind. Her years of extra curricular study paid off, and soon Claudette was capable of solving complicated mathematical problems in her head faster than everyone could solve them using paper. She also gained a very deep understanding of economics, which had always piqued her interest considering her mothers status as a well respected businesswoman on Kuiper.
However as she grew older, Claudette began to realise that people saw her differently. She wasn't Claudette Descoteaux in their eyes, she was the Deacon's daughter. She could hear their whispers. It was clear that everyone loved her father, and why wouldn't they? He was a great man. However good their intentions though, Claudette soon developed a very irrational fear that others were judging her father based on her own actions. She was the daughter of one of the most well respected men in Kukrow. She had a standard to uphold. Had her careless childishness tarnished the good name of her father? If it had, then she would not rest until it was rectified.
Sure enough, people started noticing a change in attitude within Claudette. No longer the eager child who questioned everything, Claudette learned to silence her thoughts and behave politely in the public eye. It was the way people expected to see the Deacon's daughter, right? She became much more involved in the Faith, and while she did not possess the White Magic to follow in the same path as her father; she would make sure that she did everything to spread the word of The Mother to the people. Though the more she tried, the harder it became. As a child she had always loved the beautiful stories of the Mother, but after years of study and maturity she had begun to question it all. She couldn't help herself, it was her nature to poke around things and find as much out as she could.
Claudette felt like she was suffocating. The desire to express herself poking at her from the inside, but her dedication to her father keeping her in line. Before she knew it, Claudette was an entirely different person. Shy, reserved and above all; seemingly content. To the world around her she seemed to be the perfect daughter. She had no wants of her own other than to further the name of her father and support his mission to spread the Faith.
Combat investigatory reports
Data gathered by interviews and evaluations
【Classification:】
Human
【Skills:】
Exceptional Rote Memory | Claudette is very good at remembering concepts and techniques. It doesn't take her long to memorise what she has learned, as well as put it into practice and begin experimenting with her knowledge of other concepts. This makes her quite a constructive thinker, able to unravel problems and approach them from different angles.
Economical and Mathematical Knowledge | Claudette is good with numbers, which also somewhat ties into her knowledge of various economical concepts. While she's no economist, this does give her a cutting edge in barters at the market. Of coarse she has been out of practice with such things for quite some time, ever since she began worrying how others might view her playful haggling.
Scripture | While to most it wouldn't be viewed as a particularly useful skill, Claudette has memorised a vast majority of the scriptures for The Children. Having spent her whole life listening to her father preach it, it is expected that she also know it. She is also very good at understanding the messages behind the stories and applying them to real situations. This makes her quite effective at offering advice, with the little religious twist added into it.
【Techniques:】
None so far
【Equipment:】
Claudette carries around a holo-pad which she uses to record notes and draw. She also carries around a copy of the Scripture as well as any novel she happens to be reading at the time.
【Position:】
Claudette mostly does charity work with her father, as well as helps him with his sermons.
【Theme song:】
Stardust Memory |
2,681 | 61 | 0 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Home is where the heart is...
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Cassiopeia Rosalind Carrington
❖ A G E
63
❖ G E N D E R
Female
❖ O C C U P A T I O N
Co-owner and executive assistant to the CEO of Trium-Veritas
❖ S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
❖ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Married to Lee Carrington
❖ A P P E A R A N C E
There's something about Cassiopeia that makes people straighten their posture when she's nearby. When people hear the signature clacking of her heels approaching, they immediately rush to at least look like they were hard at work if they weren't before. Her strict temperament is visible in how she moves; her posture is immaculate, every gesture and action is swift and decisive, and there’s absolutely no unnecessary movements made.
Years of taking care of her skin seems to have paid off for the most part, but even the famous Cassiopeia Carrington isn’t immune to the effects of old age. Her clear skin is relatively devoid of beauty marks and other such spots, but the wrinkles that weigh lightly upon her face were unavoidable—but the common laugh lines etched upon faces seem to be missing; she seldom smiles, after all. Her mouth seems to be permanently twisted downwards in disapproval.
She’s usually seen dressed in muted colors; Cassiopeia is often associated with black, white, gray and blue in terms of her wardrobe. It’s quite difficult to imagine her relaxing on a day off in a pair of comfortable sweats and slippers, even her children have likely never seen her wear any attire besides a pristine, sharp outfit. Does she even own a pair of shoes that doesn’t have heels? Having an interest in fashion and fashion design (and having a bit of a vain streak), Cassiopeia’s clothing though simple, is actually quite intricate in design and obviously extremely expensive.
❖ P E R S O N A L I T Y
To be a woman that stands at the apex of an empire dominated by men is no easy feat. Cassiopeia Carrington has developed a thick skin in order to survive in such a place, and that unfortunately seems to have leaked into her personal life as well. Imposing, intimidating and stoic, Cassiopeia has refused to show weakness in front of her male colleagues and it appears that she has buried emotions and vulnerability so far into the ground that sometimes she doesn’t seem to be human. She’s a perfectionist is a core, and apparently nothing is good enough for Cassiopeia; she can always find a scathing comment to make about how something doesn’t live up to her standards. Despite her deadpan expressions, Cassiopeia is quick to expression emotions; specifically negative ones. Due to the fact that she has little to no patience for incompetence, it’s common to see her snapping her fingers and getting worked up about mistakes, or supplementing sarcastic comments with a dramatic roll of her eyes. Should she be several years younger and a lot more personable, people might even call her sassy.
It’s easy to think that Cassiopeia doesn’t quite care for anything, but in fact the opposite is true. Cassiopeia cares too much instead of too little, and this has been a constant through her entire life. Why else would she be a perfectionist? Maybe she truly does care about the best for not just the company but for her family as well? Such thoughts may cross through her children’s minds once in a blue moon, when Cassiopeia is surprisingly not critical of something for once, but those questions remain unanswered. It’s quite difficult seeing how your own mother may care about you when she’s berating your slouched posture for the eleventh time in a row. Tough love is the only thing that Cassiopeia knows about parenting—it’s how she was raised, after all—and obviously there’s something wrong with her methods. Cassiopeia has gotten less and less involved with each child, and how much she fussed over them; something she was doing is wrong, and so the next best option is to not try at all.
As a mother, Cassiopeia often comes off as cold, uncaring and disappointed in her children. She had never been the type to clap her hands and exclaim about how proud she is of her children, nor is she the type to go around bragging about how brilliant they are to anyone who will listen. Moments of approval were far in between, but that also meant that a rare approving nod could mean the entire world; Cassiopeia Carrington isn’t easily impressed after all. Regardless of how uncaring she seems about her children, she has always made sure that they had everything they wanted—within reason. She likes to think that having them rebelling against her and her husband prepared them for the harsh, real world somewhat and that was somehow good parenting, but perhaps that’s just wishful thinking.
Lately she’s been gazing at the family album before slipping under the bedsheets. She’s getting sentimental, perhaps.
She must be getting old.
❖ L I K E S
Steaming hot tea with a slice of lemon
Organization of any kind
Monochromatic color schemes
A plush surface that she can run her hands along
❖ D I S L I K E S
Incompetence and easily preventable mistakes
Not recognizing the backs of her own hands due to her age
Her own parents
Losing her temper
❖ H I S T O R Y
Perhaps it would surprise most people if they heard that Cassiopeia Carrington was a vibrant, bright lady with a zeal for life in her youth. Contrary to her demeanor today, she used to be carefree and wild, living life on a whim rather than reason. She had such a bounding enthusiasm in everything, and it was easy to see that her future was filled with infinite possibilities; all she had to do was choose a passion. Life isn’t that kind, however, is it? Her parents, George and Athena Solomon were social ladder climbers, intent on living a lavish life with no more struggles to be had. They were struggling though, their business didn’t take off like they hoped it would. It was successful, but not successful enough; it wasn’t bringing in enough money to suit their needs and wants. What was an easy way to rake in cash without turning to crime and deceit?
A business marriage, obviously.
The majority of Cassiopeia’s teenage years were her parents micromanaging everything about her, from how she talked, how she held herself, how to eat, what she wore… All for the sole purpose of pretty much selling off their daughter to a rich man so they could take advantage of Cassiopeia’s new wealth. College provided more freedom (her parents graciously paid for an ivy league school, in hopes of finding a wealthy person there), but her schedule on the weekends were monopolized by parties to attend, courtesy of her greedy parents. It wasn’t all completely bad though, she had met ‘the one’ at one of those boring parties after all. Lee Carrington was everything her parents dreamed of, and immediately they began pushing and nudging her towards him. She was grateful that Lee didn’t make a move for a long time; and if he did she likely would’ve rejected him out of guilt. Being friends was just fine, there wasn’t an ulterior motive to just being friends, right? She couldn’t take advantage of him when they were just friends.
Inevitably, they entered a relationship. Cassiopeia started to purposefully distance herself from her parents then. The last time she saw her parents was at her wedding, and she deliberately goes out of her way to avoid them afterwards.
Cassiopeia considers the first few major milestones of her life to come much later in life than most, and there was little time in between them. The first major event was getting married, and finally becoming independent. The second and third—Lee taking over the company completely and becoming a mother, respectively—happened in a whirlwind.
And the rest of course, is history.
❖ M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O
Any other information that we should know?
After looking at the sheets, we've found a few common misconceptions about Cassiopeia and Lee that we feel is important that we address publically.
The first thing we want to stress is that while Cass and Lee are both terrible parents, they're not evil.
There’s been a few applications that have the parents forcing their kids to do lessons or a hobby that the kids don't want to do. Neither parent would ever force their kids to do something they don't want.
The parents will require their kids to take lessons in at least some things so they aren't always idle. They will always ask what the child would like to do, and as long as it's reasonable, they will make it happen. If the child doesn't have anything they want to do, they will offer some options for them to choose the one they want to do most.
If the child ends up not wanting to continue the chosen lesson, Cass and Lee won't force them to continue. However, they will be given a little bit of a hard time.
Cass and Lee's criticism is problematic but not abusive.
They never criticize just to be mean, they do so to better their children. Perhaps this method is deeply flawed and not received well, but it's not done just because they want to hurt someone.
They don't criticize in public; therefore public humiliation just does not happen.
They don't criticize perfection, this is met with rare praise.
Their criticism is smaller scale and more disheartening; a performance or essay can be almost perfect, and they can spot a tiny flaw and be like "oh, you tried very hard but see this tiny unnoticable flaw? we noticed it. we don't think anyone else did but you should fix that" (Cass' criticism may seem harsher however, just becase of her blunt delivery.)
The older children will have been pushed the hardest. The younger children will also be pushed very hard, but the parents won't be as involved in their lives as their older siblings have experienced.
Finally, Cass and Lee do love and care deeply for all of their children. It's up to you whether your character realizes this or not, but their mistakes in how they raised their children are just that: mistakes. They're not done out of malicious intent. They are parents who realized that they've been doing something wrong, and are trying to prevent those mistakes from happening again; it's just not working as well as they hoped.
Sorry for the long post, but before people get too deep in the process of writing their character, we wanted to address this publically so you don't have to rewrite your entire sheet based on a misinterpretation of the parents. Cass and Lee are not like the evil stepmother, or any cartoon villains. They're just parents that have made horrible mistakes, and obviously the consequences of their actions have affected everyone deeply. |
2,682 | 61 | 1 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Lee wrote it –– that much was obvious. Addressed to each of the Carrington children and sealed anachronistically with wax, the ten envelopes were sent across the country, even outwith it in some cases. Their contents were identical: a letter typed on expensive cream stationary, the decoration around the border tastefully plain and gold in colour; a small card with a phone number on it to RSVP; and, of course, plane tickets from wherever the recipient's residence happened to be to Colorado.
It read, stiffly, like this:
To whom it may concern,
We would like to invite you to the Winter Lodge for the holiday season. The need for a family reunion is urgent and long-overdue. I am not sure if you would remember it, but we vacationed there every ten or so years when work for Trium-Veritas quieted and would allow a break. Many of you were young the last time you visited, if you ever visited at all, and now that our children are all adults, I am sure that breaking out the wine is far more appropriate, and legal.
The event will last from December 21st until January 5th and includes celebrations for both Christmas Day and the New Year. RSVP as soon as possible so that we can prepare the rooms and cabins, if necessary. We would, of course, welcome your own families. If more tickets are required, our secretary will book them for you.
Perhaps it is strange that we are reaching out now to embrace all of our children, but Cassiopeia and I are not growing any younger, and it is at times like these, by that I mean Christmas, where things like legacy and the future come to the forefront of our minds. It nags at me in particular. The children who simply dropped out of contact with us, even those who have told me plainly that they hate me, are never far from my thoughts.
Successful or not, you are still Carringtons. This is an opportunity –– and no, it is not a business one. It is an opportunity for us to make amends. It is an opportunity to meet new members of the family: wives and husbands, sisters and brothers, grandchildren. I hope you attend.
Regards,
Lee and Cassiopeia
The leaves were turning colors twenty floors below. In the skyscraper that housed Trium-Veritas, the door to Lee’s office was locked, a do not disturb sign was put up, and the rich mahogany desk lined with the bones of endangered species––or something white like that––was reserved entirely for family matters instead of business.
Thirty separate documents covered the desk, most only one page but some climbing over three and stapled. There were two copies of each, one for him and one for Cass, and most if not all of them had been marked liberally with red and blue pens. Words had been scored out, suggestions added in the margins, and in some cases (in the ink that Lee was using), a large memo in block capitals read out, ‘THIS IS AWFUL’.
“It would have been easier to find a ghostwriter for this. Some college kid––the more melodramatic the better,” he told Cass, skimming over the final draft he had written which might get the Carrington seal of approval. “Pay them a couple of thousand, hook them up with some business opportunities and interviews and there you go; there’s not even any risk of a leak to the press.”
“A melodramatic college kid?” If Cassiopeia hadn’t been raised to be prim and proper, she would’ve snorted dismissively. Lifting her eyes from her own papers, she stared at her husband in a complete deadpan gaze. “Easier, yes. But are you saying that your writing is at the level of some snot-nosed, sheltered college kid? Oh please. If that’s the case we should’ve done that years ago.”
“I took Maths, dear. Physics. Business. A master poet I am not,” Lee said, reclining back in his leather seat. He was about thirty seconds away from putting his feet up on the desk like he would at home if for no other reason than to grind Cassiopeia’s gears. “Not a college kid, then. A starving artist. Someone like that would really connect with our kids.”
Lee sipped his tea––some blend from Europe, good for the nerves and ‘cleansing for the soul’ if the box had any truth to it. “The letter, though. Do you think it’ll go down well?”
“Better than what any starving artist hired off of craigslist could write,” Cassiopeia said in what was meant to be a reassuring tone — which lost some of its validity in her typical business-like manner of speech and tone. She peered down at the final draft one last time, scanning for any typos and misspellings which she knew didn’t exist, before straightening out and purposefully turning away from it.
“It’s the best we can do,” Cass murmured, squeezing Lee’s shoulder lightly. “Don’t fuss over it anymore, you don’t need to rewrite it again.”
“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say something like that in… what, forty years of marriage? Here I thought you were the perfectionist.”
“I've already come to terms with the fact that you’re far from perfect, my dear husband.”
Lee set aside the final draft out of many at the side of the desk, pushed his reading glasses up his forehead and snaked an arm around to pull Cassiopeia closer. “I’ll be sending an email out to Elaine at the same time we mail these, and I’ll call Nathaniel to make sure he knows it’s in the box he has set up,” he informed her. “I’ve got everyone’s addresses, including–”
“Sam’s. Gabe’s. Esther’s. Try as they might, they can’t hide from filthy rich parents like us.”
“True, we could hunt them down... Only if necessary, of course.” Cassiopeia replied with a sigh. “Our first and probably last big family gathering. Are you…. Do you think people will come?”
“They’re Carringtons––I should certainly hope so.” But Lee hesitated. “I don’t think we were so terrible that none of them come, but maybe… We might be missing a few.”
Snow was falling to the sound of Wham! on the radio––a flurry promising that, as expected, it would be another White Christmas. Colorado was cold this time of year, freezing, and already the staff had been out to scrape and salt the twisting path up to the aptly named Winter Lodge. He could see it from the second floor and was watching (not eagerly but rather ‘with interest’) for the first of his children to drive up it.
The Winter Lodge was large, perhaps not of the same scale as the Californian Carrington Estate or the expense of their various penthouses in Manhattan, but it had a quaint charm to it. Three floors of bedrooms that had been claimed by each of the children in years past, some of them still with trinkets and odds and ends still in them, untouched for many years. The RSVPs had been sent in. They were coming back.
Lee wasn’t sure whether to be nervous or not, but he settled on not.
Meanwhile, Cassiopeia was firing off directions and commands to the maids and servants down on the first floor. The staff was put to work as the cleanliness of the Winter Lodge was not quite up to Cassiopeia’s standards. Although they had cleaning staff put in charge of keeping the lodge ready for people at a moment’s notice, the cleaning staff had slacked off a little due to years of vacancy. They of course, would receive a stern talking to, but the first priority was whipping the place back into shape.
Cassiopeia and the staff had been hard at work since early morning, wiping down surfaces, straightening furniture, vacuuming and other such chores. The first time Cassiopeia took the time to glance at the clock, she had been reassured that they still had several hours until everyone was supposed to arrive. By the second time she had checked the time, it was already 2:45; 15 minutes before the appointed time of arrival.
Clapping her hands together, Cassiopeia gathered all of the staff in front of her for one last briefing. “Alright, now that the rest of the family is going to arrive, here’s what you need to do. As soon as someone walks in, greet them politely. Because a lot of them have never been here before, guide them to the rooms. They can choose which room they want to stay in, but be sure to remember which ones have already been claimed. Always offer to take their baggage, and most importantly, to come down to the main parlor as soon as they’re settled in.”
After a chorus of “yes ma’ams”, Cassiopeia retreated to her room as the staff quickly positioned themselves for the arrival of the Carringtons. With the staff waiting for people to show up, they were prepared to greet anyone as soon as they entered the Winter Lodge; and due to the staff being strategically placed at various parts of the building, it was highly unlikely that anyone would get lost in the rather large place.
The stage was set. All that was left were for the players to arrive. | "Some men get the world, some men get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
You're in with the former, but my God I don't envy the blood on your conscience."
– James Elroy, L.A. Confidential
⚜ N A M E
Lee James Carrington
⚜ A G E
Sixty-Eight
⚜ G E N D E R
Male
⚜ O C C U P A T I O N
CEO and owner of North America's largest energy company, Trium-Veritas. TriV functions primarily in the western half of the United States and is pushing north into Canada, fighting a war of attrition that they are most certainly winning through their cut-throat business practices. Their whole spiel is upholding the family values they supposedly started out on while promoting cleaner energy for future generations.
⚜ S E X U A L I T Y
Gray-A Heterosexual
⚜ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Married to Cassiopeia Carrington
⚜ A P P E A R A N C E
Tall at 6'1" and broad-shouldered, Lee boasts an impressively normal build. While he looks young for his age (late fifties at the latest!) time is catching up to him in the form of more 'fine lines' than he knows what to do with. On the whole he isn't especially fit but has lived an active enough life going into old age for new flaws to pass by unnoticed, and pastimes like golf and horse-riding have done him well on the whole.
In the last decade, his hair has gone from dark brown to grey and is on its way to growing in white with a matching beard. For now, he has a salt and pepper look. He is still rather handsome with characteristic blue eyes that haven't faded in the slightest, though now he often sports reading glasses due to fading eyesight. He will deny it if asked, but there is no doubt that Lee has had some plastic surgery done to smooth out his forehead and tighten a sagging face.
Generally Lee wears tailored suits and dress shoes, all obscenely expensive. His attire tends to be navy. At home, however, he wears sweaters and shirts that are naturally designer themselves, though tame. Lee is clearly a man of expensive tastes. He does have a well-made albeit old and worn watch that he is never seen without.
⚜ P E R S O N A L I T Y
Lee Carrington is many things – intelligent, strong-willed and oftentimes intimidating – but he has never been a good parent. A ruthless attitude to his work does not translate well into family life or even interpersonal relationships. His honesty is brutal, not refreshing; his cynicism disheartening, not sharp; and his firm belief that hard-work is the only way to be worthwhile in life is at times crushing to others, because in his mind nobody will ever work as hard as he has. Bs and Cs are unacceptable, because you can do better. Getting an A is only good if the score is 100%.
It is impossible to get anywhere in the business world without being personable, and Lee has made it. He knows how to make jokes and when to laugh at other people's, and he even seems like a reasonable guy on the outside, if a little chilled. Going out for drinks after work has never been a part of his lifestyle, and neither has the concept of free time. Distant might be a good way to explain his approach to parenting, especially for his younger children (because, at that time, he'd already accepted his lot in life as "just as bad as his own father").
One key characteristic is that Lee seems to lack empathy, or at least has been unable to show it in forty plus years of family life. One of his kids crying about being bullied? Lee will tell them to toughen up, and maybe make a few mean-spirited jokes at their expense. Are they expressing insecurities? Well, they're not wrong – those are a lot of problem areas; they should work on fixing those... In addition to his aversion to physical contact, a side-effect of being stoically masculine, it is unlikely that Lee has ever seemed like a caring father and he knows this.
He played favourites. He knows it, Cassiopeia knows it, and more importantly, his children know it too.
He does care, or at least, he thinks he does. Lee keeps sentimental trinkets and newspaper clippings, old school reports and new newspaper articles for his more successful children. He has never forgotten a birthday or an anniversary. He keeps tabs on his children to the best of his ability. He doesn't call them, but doesn't cancel an incoming call.
Lee was always taught not to live with any regrets and push forwards instead. Now he has aspirations, no matter how foolish and unrealistic, of fixing his wrongs.
⚜ L I K E S
Cold weather: cocoa and scarves and skiing and Christmas carols.
Family trees and genealogy.
Trium-Veritas.
Physics-based desk toys.
The future, both on personal and more general levels.
⚜ D I S L I K E S
Disappointment (and disappointing others).
Most people outside of his own family.
Journalists and paparazzi.
Tears: other people crying.
Stress-induced headaches and migraines.
⚜ H I S T O R Y
When did the Carrington name become a household one? Trium-Veritas has been in the family since its founding, but it's only in the last forty-five years that it has expanded outside of California. When Lee was a child, it was his father's labor of love. They were wealthy but not obscenely so as they are now, old money more so than a fortune made from the company. The chain of deals that had them expanding more and more began in his early teens. Lee's upbringing as a result has always been one of privilege, at least when it comes to money and material goods.
Lee's earliest memories are of his family home in small town California – a manor house almost as old as America. His father was not home often in his childhood, choosing to stay in a small apartment in the city rather than raise his kids as was his prerogative. His wife, Elaine Carrington née Lewis, chose to delegate the rearing of her five children to the maids and nannies that her husband was fortunate enough to hire. She preferred daytime drinking and dress-shopping, pretending that she could have been a big name film star if only her nerves weren't so tumultuous.
She was a true Southern belle, and vain as hell. She played favorites with her children, more often than not preferring the quieter ones who knew how to handle themselves. Independence was valued in the house. Lee, as the second youngest (with only a sickly younger sister after him) was raised by his older twin brothers more than anyone else. Family life was less than wholesome and at times an arena where kids were pitted against each other in attempts to get some – any – attention.
When the twins left for greener pastures and to start their own enterprises, Lee was about ten years old, and it was his job to handle Darcy Carrington while his brother Louis was tearing up the town. That was about when Father came home, immediately laying down the law and preventing his older brother's wise-cracking, womanizing ways and disregarding his sister for her fragility in a strong breeze. Given that two of his children had already abandoned him (the heir and the spare, some would say) that left only Lee.
Admittedly, this was more of a problem for his siblings. His father favored him over the others. As he became the youngest after his sister's death, Lee stayed, and did everything necessary to earn his father's approval though fell just short of meeting it. When he was in his early twenties and studying at Harvard (Physics, firstly, before switching it on his father's request to business), his older brothers completely dropped off the radar and abandoned the family despite having been only barely in contact over the years.
Lee was on a shorter leash after that.
Almost as soon as he graduated, he took over the family business. His father was an older man and with rapidly failing health, he began training Lee to be his successor – the only child who stuck close. That included networking and meeting all of the business partners his father had built up over the years. Schmoozing with everyone from radical liberals to right-wing bigots. It was at some party (that Lee swears he can't remember) he met Cassiopeia.
Before that point, Lee hadn't been romantically interested in anyone. How could he be? Louis was practically disowned for his debauchery – affairs with men and women and a reputation that was known several towns over – while the twins settled down with the same woman, as he would later find out. They were friends first for a long time. Probably too long, if Lee was being honest with himself, which was unusual. He was always quick to mobilize in other areas of his life. Despite it being the early seventies, he 'courted' her. Cassiopeia was always seen on the arm of the young Carrington heir; rarely separated. The talk of the town.
Engagement was a business arrangement first but the marriage was one of love. At least, Lee wants to believe that, no matter how much he worries that it's not the case, and that Cassiopeia wouldn't tell him.
It was thus in their early twenties that two life-changing events occurred: Lee's complete takeover of Trium-Veritas and the birth of his first child.
⚜ M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O
Fluent in German and French, with passable Spanish tacked on to the side.
Cassiopeia Carrington
"Write what your character will say out loud about this person here"
Write a little more in-depth about what they really think about this person here.
Samantha Carrington
"..."
It is hard for Lee to pinpoint the exact moment where parenthood became synonymous with failure, but he imagines it can be found somewhere in his eldest's upbringing. Samantha is a disappointment. She always has been. He remembers Cassiopeia's enthusiasm, way back when. He remembers her eagerness to have a child, at the pregnancy so soon after marriage. He remembers a bookshelf filled with guides to motherhood, fatherhood, and he remembers the scans – a girl instead of a boy; she's going to be so much like her mother, they had said.
Even back then, he hadn't wanted that. For Samantha (whose name they had picked out and signed off on like a business agreement very early on) to turn out like her mother, they would need to be both terrible people and terrible parents.
The moment was when Sam became a sentient human being, a child capable of conscious thought and rational discussion (somewhat – she did go into the Arts) who he was responsible in creating. It was when he realised how easy it was to not turn out like his own father, who was rather heavy-handed in his approach to discipline, and how difficult it was to not turn out like his mother, who would rather not mother at all. Samantha, at age seven, presented the most difficult problem Lee had ever faced; more difficult than any calculation in college or conference at TriV:
How does one connect with their kid? Empathy – where could he find it? Why didn't he have it? Was it just protective instinct? He had that, he supposed, but he couldn't bring himself to feel sorry when she cried; he just wanted her to sort it out, to deal with the problem. Lee just didn't have it in him to be sentimental, he told himself.
There are three of her paintings up in various places around the Carrington Estate, and more than a few earlier pieces in their winter holiday retreat, untouched.
Arthur Carrington
"He... turned out well. I'm happy for him. Really. He's a better man than I, in some ways."
And then there were two. Arthur came at an inopportune time not because of any conflicts with Lee's schedule but rather because he was already struggling with Samantha. He hoped that his son – his first son! – would be a breath of fresh air. Perhaps Lee still clung to the idea that men were from Mars and women from Venus to explain away the impossibility of understanding or connecting with his daughter.
Arthur, even as a kid, reminded him little of his dour self – a fact that was both a blessing and a curse. He was too... too... genuine. He laughed too much, and it was usually sincere. He made whatever jokes came to his mind first, regardless of the consequence, be it a cringe or a raised eyebrow. Lee would never do that, not even when he was a sour seven year old who didn't know how to smile.
Lee wondered whether genetics were at play and if that was the reason that Arthur was much more like the older brother he had named him for, one of the two who had raised him in place of a father. The Carrington work ethic has never been present in Arthur and at times it frustrated Lee to the point where he was harsher than he needed to be. All the tutors in the world couldn't fix a lack of drive.
(That thinking, that Arthur needed to be fixed, leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.)
Arthur has a family now. That's good – even Lee can see that his parenting hasn't damaged his son irreparably like his own parents' method did to him. He's much better off for it. When he heard about the upcoming birth of his kid – at that point the first grandchild he'd ever heard of (given that Sam had never contacted them since leaving) – Lee offered to give them, 'anything they might need.'
The answer he got back was, of course, negative. They had everything they needed.
Gabriel Carrington
"Gabriel ended up as a frustrating person. I'm almost glad he left."
Maybe he's shot someone by now, Lee often muses, but he doesn't have a concrete answer. After all, he hasn't seen Gabriel since he left home in a blaze of glory.
Gabriel had always been weak, though perhaps his father didn't have much of an idea how to counter bullying. He had older brothers for that himself, after all, and if they weren't around, he'd use words and money sparingly and turn someone else into a target instead of himself. It was no surprise that when he tried to hint that the only way to avoid it was to fight back – whether it was physical or psychological – his son picked the former.
Lee tried to parent, he really did. The intervention did nothing; the pep-talk in which he promised that Gabriel would never (was "unlikely" to) be a disappointment was taken in the wrong way and for the first time since Samantha was born, he gave up. He gave up on even the pretense of being a good father, because he was being hated for something that he had very little control over.
The Carrington patriarch was frustrated. Samantha had her art; he knew she would be successful without college. Arthur went to college, he tried. But Gabriel? Gabriel ripped up all of his letters of acceptance and scholarships for a pipe-dream of being a G.I. Joe action doll – or at least, that's Lee's perception of it as an anti-war pacifist.
Mathias Carrington
"Well, at least he's doing well for himself?"
Lee, on Mathias: 'He's a weirdo, isn't he?' It's neither cruel or unkind when he says that, voice filled with a sort of exasperated fondness when it comes to one of the children trapped in the middle. Cassiopeia was taking care of most problems from Mathias on, and Lee would only reappear to correct mistakes, suggest fixes and sometimes, sometimes congratulate a job well done.
Unlike with Gabriel, he wasn't aware that Mathias was being bullied in high school, and even if he had suspicions of it, he decided to keep his nose out of it. If it didn't work for the third eldest, it wouldn't work for the fourth. And besides, maybe there was reason to beat him up a little... Lee remembers autopsy videos, and grimaces every time.
But then again, he can't complain. Mathias knew what he had to do to get where he wanted. His temperament was undeniably Carrington-esque, even if his backbone wasn't. A doctor? Lee would have preferred business for him, but he supposed it was inevitable given his unusually morbid interests as a child.
(The other option was a serial killer, so being a surgeon is preferable – Lee doesn't need to become an accomplice in hiding bodies.)
Mathias was never one of Lee's favourites, but he is one of the most successful. He knows his son's wife, has heard of both of their success and now recently the birth of their children. It seems that twins run in the family – there's at least one pair in each generation. Lee sent a congratulations card, and took the time to pick one out himself rather than delegate to Cass.
Charles Carrington
"Write what your character will say out loud about this person here"
Write a little more in-depth about what they really think about this person here.
Esther Carrington
"I haven't listened to any of her music, nor will I ever."
Yet again, Esther was one of the children Lee didn't make time for. When she was younger, he gave it a go, but after having raise so many already – half of the Carrington spawn – there was only so much he could do. Lee knew his limits when it came to parenting. He listened patiently to recitals, gave small corrections here and there and was occasionally fatherly, though his heart wasn't always in it.
He came back into her life in her early teens when she was using drugs and, out-right, told her to cut it out, because he wouldn't support that constant lifestyle. The lighter stuff he could handle; an alcoholic kid he could handle (and already was, because Nathaniel started early); however, with the risk of death and injury that came with what Esi was taking, he could not and would not "deal".
He knew the truce could only last so long and is not at all surprised to hear of her 'career' as a DJ out in Europe and Asia. Lee considered disowning her, decided it was too much of a hassle, and returned to putting in no effort whatsoever.
Nathaniel Carrington
"He comes home every now and then. I don't know why."
No smoking in the house; if you're going to choose suicide-by-cancer, you do it outside like a civilised person.
Nathaniel was one of the more problematic children, but Lee never disliked him. Before Elaine was born, he was convinced that he was the closest one to his own personality that he would ever have. For them, mutual understanding came easily, and the closest thing to empathy Lee had experienced for any of them. By his son's sixteenth birthday, however, he came to the realisation that his son – the one whom Cassiopeia frequently referred to him as a 'tearaway' – was more like Louis Carrington than any of the others, even without having his namesake.
If you so much as think of using opiates, I will throw you out of this house – son of mine or not.
From then on, the progression of events became clear. Nathan didn't antagonise Cassiopeia for attention, he did it for fun and because he could. He was nice and kind to his siblings but an utter rebel at heart; someone who would never run a business or bow to his elders. What he did, he did for himself. Generosity to his siblings had a side-effect of feel-good dopamine. Nathaniel was destined to live life on the fringe of society, much like Esther, so beyond the ground rules Lee set for him, he let him go. Lee only expressed his disappointment a few times with Nathaniel, and more so in earlier years when he thought it could still work on him.
Try not to die out there.
That Nathaniel returns home frequently to visit his siblings – even the older ones that he hunted down out of his own free-will – is something that Lee is proud of him for. That his pen-name is Nathaniel Archer and not Carrington is unsurprising but stings nonetheless.
Indiana Carrington
"I'm surprised she isn't a famous musician yet. It's a shame."
Another one gone.
A dull pang of something like regret hits Lee each and every time he thinks about Indiana. He chose her name, too – not Cass, because it was his turn – which seems almost obvious given that it isn't so high-brow and refined. If either she or his wife knew that Indiana was named after Indiana Jones, well, he'd be a dead man walking (though he thinks that Cassiopeia suspects).
It likely hurt Cass more than it did him when Indiana informed them that she was leaving home, but Lee knew that it could be attributed to him. He was at fault. Business slept for nobody, and the concept of a 'day-off' that was scheduled less than two years ahead of time messed up his relationship with his youngest daughter – one that was going reasonably well, so far as his emotionally-constipated self could tell.
If Gabriel was the first sign that over-involvement in a kid's life was bad, Indiana was the first sign that distance did not make it better.
Emile Carrington
"How could Cass and I ever produce something that nice? He's nothing like either of us."
Emile was meant to be the youngest; it was meant to end there. Lee did not give him the attention he deserved, though he supposed his son didn't seek it out too much, either.
What Lee knows: Emile was a nice kid who was similar to Arthur (funny how his family was palindromatic like that). He never knew what to buy him at Christmas, no matter how old he was. His grades were... good? He attended school and didn't truant... That's about it. Cassiopeia would be more aware of Emile's life than him at this point.
Lee knows he's in medical school at the moment, though he never thought to ask where. Another doctor. He almost wants to sigh.
Elaine Carrington
"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
Maybe the last one will turn out alright, even though the ones that came before didn't turn out badly. It does feel somewhat awful to think that, even to someone like Lee who has never shied away from having favourites. Luck was on his side with this one: a kid who hated neither Cass or himself –– praise the Lord. It would be the youngest; the first and the last being reversals of fortune that Lee could never have predicted.
They are much alike: headstrong and calculating and, dare he say it, Lee thinks that Elaine is smarter than he was at that age. Maybe in two or three years he'd be able to see her as a respectable adult in the business world (taking over TriVi, if he dares to dream) but for now he tries his best to guide her. The key-word being 'tries'.
Lee does worry that he has influenced her too much and that in two years she will snap and end up as another Samantha or another Indiana. All of the extra extra-curricular studies must surely be exhausting, he thinks, and given that he doesn't know what she's doing for the better part of the year at Strathmore, he can only guess that she's not having enough fun. He wonders what would happen if someone goes through their teenage years without drinking themselves into a stupor at least once a week because Lee was most certainly not immune when he was sixteen and not even half as studious.
He tries his best not to pin all of his hopes and dreams, not only for the business but also for not having failed as a parent, on Elaine. If he enforces the rules with more flexibility and freedom than he did the children previous, then it's not just because he's tired; it's more to do with absolute, unashamed favouritism. Out of all the kids who take after one of their parents – and then those who mirror neither – Elaine is the only one that's a true, cut-down the middle mix of both. 100% Carrington. |
2,683 | 61 | 2 | 1,390 | 1,432 | Time: 2:30 P.M.
Interacting With: Jesse Vallentine, Sly Carrington , Staff
For a career alcoholic, Samantha Carrington was surprisingly sober during the entire flight. The lovely dulling effect of vodka (or beer, or whiskey, or-) was oh-so-unpleasantly missing, unaccounted for. Untapered and sorely unforgotten. The anxiety of being able to think and see so clearly without having a canvas in front of her face to distract her boiled down to the very soul. Fingers and legs bounced, pressed hard against leather seats and carpeted floors, ticked away at plastic until she was awarded an annoyed groan from the backseat. Sam turned around briefly to shoot her son a half fiery half apologetic glare, and was once again given a groan and a hushed, ”Calm down.” As he returned his attention to the snowy wonderland outside their rental.
Sam, too, settled back into the passenger seat and turned to stare forward. New York still had a few days left of chilly pavement and sticky sidewalks before their own snowstorm hit, so she took a quick moment to catalogue how different Colorado snow seemed compared to that of the East Coast variety. Verdict: it looked cold and wet in both states, but New York snow was always just a little more sootier. Sam imagined painting a landscape like the one tumbling over before her, but she lost the inspiration easily seeing just how much white and blue paint she would have to waste just to get the color right.
Besides, landscapes were the least of her worries currently.
Sam turned over an invisible envelope in her hand. An invisible letter. Invisible words. The object that spurred a thousand wake-up calls in her hazy mind. A harsh reminder of her name and her origins.
She hadn’t expected to get something like this from her father and mother, not for a while longer at least. Honestly, she had wondered grimly if the next time she would see either of them would be in a casket (theirs’ or her’s). Her initial response had been a guffaw of disbelief and a quick trip to her alcohol cabinet, and then the anxiety set in, and the memories, and the fears. The guilt and the sorrow and the rage. It had been overwhelming, suffocating. An onslaught of human emotions had threatened to kill her right then, and as she sat idly beside Jesse and in front of Sly, she mused over the idea of them actually striking her down.
Even now, the words burned holes into her memory. Her breath caught, and she squinted out at the blinding flurry as the letter replayed over and over in her mind.
Successful or not, you are still Carringtons. This is an opportunity –– and no, it is not a business one. It is an opportunity for us to make amends.
“Whoa, there’s like, no cars out here,” Sly said as he bravely cracked the window open, releasing the flurry of snow outside into the warm interior, an icy wind to blast Mom and Jesse in the front seats. The screen of his DS lit up the back seats and had been doing so for the entire trip thanks to a spare battery pack, but now it flickered black, power off. “A state free of my worst enemies, my arch rivals, my nemesis-es...”
“If you keep your eyes glued to that screen, you’re gonna end up needing glasses,” Jesse warned distractedly as she turned the corner to the path that led up to the Winter Lodge according to both the signposts (barely readable in the blizzard) and the GPS.
“But I already have glasses.”
“Yeah, you do. Uh, nerd.”
Flabbergasted that Aunt Jesse just called him a nerd, Sly turned his attention to the back of Sam’s head, a silent plead for help.
Sam blinked through the daze, inhaled, exhaled, and turned to give Jesse a weak smirk. “Don’t bully him, J. I’ll be forced to defend him if you make him cry.” She gave her friend a good-natured chop to the head, hoping the anxious tremors running from wrist to fingertips were translated as nothing more than chills. From behind, she heard Sly give a tiny noise of disdain, and she turned around to smile cheerily at him. Or, at least try. Her smile usually turned into grimaces whenever she was this sober.
“I’m not gonna cry.” He huffed, all light and playful as usual. “Not unless someone puts Dirty Dancing on because that’s the only way you’ll get me to cry. That or Jaws––”
“Of course you’re not. Now- shut that window before you catch a cold. It’s fucking freezing out there.” As if to emphasis her point, Sam huffed out a sigh and watched a misty steam escape her lips. Her single raised eyebrow and knife-sharp smirk was all the incentive Sly needed, and with a huff of his own he rolled up the window and threw back an exaggerated pout.
She turned easily in her seat again, pressing deep into the seat as her fingers reached out to drag along Jesse’s wrist idly. “How much longer?” She whispered, eyes narrowing.
“Not that long,” Jesse said, and motioned to the building barely seen through the opaque grey and white that surrounded the car on all sides. Brusquely – not that the cop had ever been known for anything else in her life – she asked, “You good?”
“No.” Sam answered abruptly, and then softer yet she added, “But maybe I will be, after-- after things are cleared up a little.” She had made it very clear to her family (her, REAL family, Jesse and Sly and anyone willing to hold someone like her nowadays) that this trip was going to be a nightmare and a half. But, guilty as ever, and stubborn to boot, she pushed away her vices and fury in favor of trying to find middle ground at least. Whatever this reunion was about would merely be a cherry on top of the world’s worst sundae.
The gray and white around them fell off, and Sam blinked back a strong punch of nostalgia was suddenly the house came into view. No, not a house. This was something grander, something older. The Lodge… It really had been a long, long time. Sam couldn’t control the way she reached out to grab a handful of Jesse’s coat, nor the sudden sticky way her lungs refused to work and her breathing turned into hurried gasps. The wish for a drink burned behind her eyelids, but instead of leaping out of the car in search of one like a fool she squeezed her eyes shut and forced a chilling blue calmness to claim her mind.
Jesse brought the car to a halt at the end of the path leading up to the Winter Lodge, right where a staff-member clad in formal wear with a nose that looked half-bitten off by the frost was standing. It was only when she realised what he was waiting for – them to get out of the car – that she realised she wasn’t in small town Arizona or starving artist New York City anymore, and that he was a valet.
She kept the engine on, and stepped out of the car, hurrying around to the other side to hold open the doors for the passengers, first Sam and then her son. When Sly hauled himself out, crutches and all, there was a moment of confused panic on the part of the help –– to take the car, or to help. The man fluttered forward, before Sly waved a hand dismissively. “Yo, I’m good fam,” he said. “If I fall and break my legs it’s not like it’s gonna make much difference.”
Sam rose from her seat careful, bundling further into her coat against the cold, and she waved the valet off again without even a single glance. Resting a hand on her son’s lower back, she helped guide him over the salt-stained pavement and into the lodge, keeping one eye on Jesse to ensure her girlfriend is following.
Inside hit her harder than the outside did. Memories of running through foyers and halls and rooms welled up and stuffed her brain full of cotton. Staff stood in numbers now, though, more so than they used to. She ignored a worried glance from Sly as she swallowed a stunted sigh and straightened, eyes as cold as the unforgiving blizzard just outside.
“Samantha Carrington and Co. here.” She said simply to the nearest staff member, craning her neck higher as if to give the impression that she was much more powerful, “Where are my mother and father?” The words felt heavy on her tongue. Toxic. Sorrowful.
God, she needed a drink.
“Mr. Carrington is upstairs in the study,” the lady said, “and Mrs. Carrington is in her room preparing. Would you like me to show you to your rooms instead while you wait? I think they’re going to address all of you together.”
“Yes, yes, that would be fine.”
And so they went. As they followed the woman up several flights of stairs – slowly – Sly, in a stage-whisper, said, “Holy shit, Mom –– they’re like Bond villains.”
“I would call them duo Darth Vaders, personally, honey.”
Jesse snorted, but she hadn’t seen those movies – they were neither Westerns or crime dramas. Nevertheless, her contribution was, “Emperor Palpatines.” And that gained a stifled chuckle from Sam as they reached the door of her old, old room. | N A M E
Samantha Rose Carrington
A G E
42
G E N D E R
Female
O C C U P A T I O N
Gallery Owner/Painter
S E X U A L I T Y
Homosexual
R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
It's Complicated
F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
Sam is bringing along Jesse Valentine, her girlfriend, and her son Sylvester Carrington.
A P P E A R A N C E
A life of partying is never truly evident on a face as pretty as Sam's. Though her teeth are yellow form cigars and her body is much frailer than most, she has managed to keep a pristine look about herself. Green eyes glare out through fashionably-hooded lids, stark in color compared to her pale skin and dark hair. A straight nose, large lips, and angular, painstakingly painted eyebrows draw her looks together into a lovely collection of scowls and smirks. Makeup, of course, is the only thing keeping her from looking like a living corpse.
Sam has a lithe, small frame, procured from lack of eating and general avoidance of a healthy life style. Frailty and Samantha Carrington could be synonymous for each other. Being so thin-boned, she is easy to break and much quicker to bruise. Even the slightly knock of a coffee table against her knee can summon large, colorful bruises. Her pale skin only makes the sights worse. When shes hosting a party, she can usually be found in cocktail dresses and heel, but when she is working coveralls and white, paint-splattered shirts do her well.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Why are old woman always so bitter? Well, like Samantha, they have a strict diet of black coffee, cigarettes, family issues, and olives. Being the first daughter to the Carrington household, her life was sort of a test run. A cautious tale of give or take, watch or ignore, love or neglect. Mommy and Daddy really, really tried, they know this, Sam knows this, and yet she still left the house at eighteen to wallow in all kinds of negativity. Samantha is depressed, simple as that, and her own rash actions and the Carrington's "hands-off" parenting are the leading causes.
Having gone from a rich, pampered high school graduate to a poor painter over night long, long ago, Sam has learned to fend for herself. It's a dog eat dog world, and those with weak wills won't survive. Sure, most nights she drowned her sorrows in alcohol and drugs, but during the day she fought for her place among the San Fran artist community. Her artwork was always a clear window into her soul, splashes of colors and lines that drew together to create something worth admiring. Sam's natural hot-headedness and general stubborn will kept her meagerly afloat in her beginning years, and then a strive to get better, to feel better, brought her to the "splendid" life she holds now.
Of course, having a pent house at the age of twenty-eight had its perks. Sam became quite the party-thrower. Having been a general nightlife junky, as she started throwing her own shindigs she began relying more and more on substances to feel alive. Depression and stress was forgotten with a few chugs or tablets. Flashing lights and soul-thumping music swelled life into her, inspired her art, choked her sadness and quelled her long-lasting rage. The party animal Sam was the drunk Sam, the loud Sam, the bitterless, pastless, richest Sam.
How do you cure something that doesn't wish to be cured anymore?
Sadness aside, Sam can constantly be found in a state of pouting. She holds the razor-sharp tongue of a sailor and the wit of a comedian, with her dark eyes passing on every unspoken word as easily as one could with a single glare. Drinking doesn't really mute this unbridled rage, only numbs it, so it is always best to stay on the good side of the artist. Despite this, Sam holds an odd protectiveness to younger children and small animals. She's motherly, though it is hard to see through the mounds of depression and rage and alcohol, and though she doesn't seem like it she truly wants to get better so she can be a positive light in her son's life. Sam wants to raise her boy better than her own parents raised her, but old habits die hard, and old wounds just never know when to heal.
L I K E S
Traditional Art
Photography
Bitter coffee
Sylvester
Smoking
Alcohol
Clubs and bars
Nighttime
D I S L I K E S
Tea
Mathematics and sciences
Sweets
Authority
Country music
Being alone
Being sober
Mornings
H I S T O R Y
"You want me to be something I can never be, mom! I just-- I can't be what you want!"
Samantha was the first in a long line of mistakes or almost-mistakes. The oldest child, the responsible one, the angel, the spoiled princess. Never anything else, just "the first". Cassiopeia tried her hardest with Sam, tried to fight passed her own family issues to give her daughter the mother she deserved. Of course, there is something superficial about getting advice from dozens of parenting books, something cold and unloving about it. Not to say Cass wasn't loving, oh no, she loved her daughter like she loved the rest of her children, but it was just hard for her to show Sam couldn't see it, and because of that, she could never be able to understand it
Sam was always the right-brained type. She loved painting. She loved color and words. She loved everything that had nothing to do with her family's business and the some. Of course, her father would always be critical of her attempts at artwork. He was a strong-willed man who sought perfection, and Sam thought she would never inspire him or please him. She grew jaded from his criticisms, callouses caved in over her heart to try and protect her fragile interest in her hobby. He was a key factor in her meltdown after graduation.
Sam lived alone, basically, from birth to her teen years. Cass and Lee were always so busy with work, she was left to play with nannies and cleaning ladies and babysitters. Sam focused mostly on her artwork, while trying to dodge all business related-work her parents would have liked her to partake in. They pushed course son he rin high school, offered to hire her tutoring for her failing math and science and business classes, and the stress of it all just grew and grew until the night of graduation. Now, Sam had been quite the rebel in her youth as well, and she just barely squeezed herself onto that stage to get her diploma. Obviously, her folks were annoyed, tried to get something like understanding out of her, and all they got was an outburts of rage and stress and fears.
"You want me to be something I can never be, mom! I just-- I can't be what you want!"
She left soon after the fight simmered, took her old Mustang and drove, drove, drove all the way to New York City. She left behind her brothers and sisters, her family, in a wild tantrum, and she often brags that it was the best decision of her life.
It wasn't.
But Jesse Valentine was. Jesse was a Brooklyn native, a butch inspiration, a hand to hold. Sam fell for her slowly and then all at once, feeling that she had finally found her muse in those brown eyes. The two moved in together and suffered through starving years and the fought to find themselves. Without college, Sam had a much harder time getting her paintings sold or getting her name out into the world.
And then she met Ernie. At the age of twenty-four, she started dating and eventually married this man after Jesse left to join the military despite Sam's worries. He owned an art gallery, and helped her gain momentum in the NYC art scene. He also gave her a child, accidentally, drunkenly. This mistake cost them their marriage, and Sam, now burdened with another life along with her own, sought comfort in other bodies and drinks and smokes. She neglected Sylvester at first, and oh what a mistake it was. By his fourth birthday she had tried to swear off her needs and wants in favor of protecting her son, but, again, old habits die hard.
She still tried, though. She still loved and wanted to be loved back. Sam had decided one night, mutely, as she tucked Sly into bed, that she could and would die for him. That was how much she loved him. That was a mother's thought, a mother's wish, and a mother's burden.
Jesse was an ever constant variable in Sam's whirlwind of a life. She was gone, yes, but they always fell back together somehow. Arizona and New York weren't that far apart, if you compared distances through cell phone calls and train fares and fights and fights and fights. With each call, and each trill of her son's voice as he cried "Aunt Jesse" into the phone, Sam found herself falling even harder for her now-distant "friend". Of course, when she got the package from her family, Jesse was the first one she called, and of course, she was the one Sam wanted to bring along.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O
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Lee Carrington
"Without his criticisms I might not have made it in this world. Still, he is like mother, and I'm not sure forgiveness is available for either of them yet.
Write a little more in-depth about what they really think about this person here.
Cassiopeia Carrington
"I wish I wasn't so stubborn, if I was a bit more lax I would be able to easily tell her I'm sorry."
Write a little more in-depth about what they really think about this person here.
Sylvester "Sly" Carrington
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A good-natured sixteen year old with a passion for comedy that is blonde enough to pass as Jesse Valentine's kid, too. Been hit twice by cars; uses crutches. |
2,684 | 61 | 3 | 438 | 562 | Emile
Emile sat shotgun with his Uber driver, one nervously jiggling foot resting on the opposite leg's knee. His parents would have paid for a private cab or chauffeur, no questions asked, but sometimes it was better to feel more normal. Besides, this was his normal now, having often shared a ride home after a night that ended in inevitable drunkeness. The driver, a man in his late 20s, smelled faintly of weed and cursed at the snow. The scent reminded Emile of his older sister, truth be told. She always seemed to have stuff stashed away...
He could remember the lodge, although not very well. He'd been young the last time that they'd visited. Trust his parents to have some holiday home that they only used once every decade. It had sure taken some adjusting when he'd moved away, but it had been good for him. He enjoyed his course, even if it wasn't going to end in what he'd told his parents it would. A chill ran down his spine, and he licked his lips. Hopefully he would be able to keep up the facade. For how much longer he'd have to lie, he didn't know. Forever?
"Hey- yeah, that way," Emile advised, pointing when they came to a fork in the road. Visibility really was awful. His driver seemed relieved when they finally reached the house, letting out a long, low whistle between his lips as he peered at the house. "That's a nice place you got." "You're welcome to take my place." With a soft laugh, Emile rocked forward and opened the door. He'd forgotten about the servants, who quickly rushed up to help him and opened the boot to take out his suitcase. The driver seemed a little wide-eyed at it all, giving his head a shake as he drove away.
"Thanks. I'm Emile," he said quietly as they helped him inside. He shrugged off his jacket, smiling gently at a nervous looking maid. She seemed terrified despite the smile. To be honest, he felt the same. He took in the lodge with a soft sigh - it was coming back to him now. All fancy and cleaner than his plate after a long day of lectures. His steps became wandering as another servant lead him to his old room. "Your older sister, Samantha, has already arrived, sir," she informed him as they went. "Your parents will greet you altogether, a little later. I hope that you will be comfortable."
Servants made him feel a little awkward, truth be told. The only reason that he was here, was because of his birth. He wasn't an inherently better person. He didn't really deserve all of this. It was just the status quo. The room itself was as he remembered - a queen-size, comfortable bed with a blue-and-white theme to it. Emile wasn't feeling tired, though. He thanked the servant who brought in his bed, pausing for a moment in the middle of the room. Samantha... He could barely recall her. Had he actually ever met her? Had she brought anyone with? He hovered, before tentatively going to his door and peeking down the passageway. He could hear voices. Brief excitement and nervousness suddenly struck in his chest. He'd be seeing Nat, and Arthur, and Elaine, and Indy, and... Esi.
The family was coming together. However dysfunctional, he still loved them. | Emile Carrington
N A M E
Emile Hunter Carrington
A G E
19
G E N D E R
Male
O C C U P A T I O N
College student (Nursing)
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single
F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
None other than the Carringtons.
A P P E A R A N C E
Emile is a gentle looking chap, with a round face that makes him look a year or two younger than he is. He stands at an average 5,9" that he often wishes was a little bit more - but he's not one for complaining, and generally just gets on with life. He has a stocky build that puts on muscle easily at the running risk of making him look stout - recently, he's taken up jogging to accompany his usual gym habits.
Emile's friends often tease him about his 'baby face.' It's true; he's never been able to order alcohol without being asked for an ID (unfortunately, since he's underage). A soft jawline and rounded cheeks as well as limited beard-growing ability make him look youthful, but charming. Light blue eyes framed by long, dark eyelashes add to his overall appeal, and his lips have been described as 'kissable.' His hairstyle can look outdated, depending on how he wears it - it has a striking resemblance to the 'Justin Bieber,' of a few years ago...
He walks with a quiet confidence, surety in where he is going and where he's been. Emile has a penchant for casual hoodies over t-shirts, and dark slim-fit jeans or chinos. He cleans up rather nicely, and isn't opposed to wearing formal clothing. He doesn't really follow the latest trends, but tends to dress well for his own body and look.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Emile is a sensitive soul who tends to think before he speaks and acts. He isn't the type to be easily stressed or worried - he is incredibly laid back. Unfortunately, this means he can also fall into the trap of being lazy. It takes quite a bit of motivation to get him to study, in particular. Thankfully he's a clever kid, but he probably isn't reaching his full potential in his academics. He prefers diplomacy over conflict every time, and will hesitate to place himself firmly on one side.
Emile has a particular love for people. While not the typical loud extrovert, he enjoys listening to peoples' stories and also enjoys some attention himself. In addition, nothing gives him a greater high than helping somebody in need - it's for this reason that he has decided to study nursing. Caring is his strong suit. This doesn't just go physically; Emile is also a sympathetic ear, although he isn't great at giving advice. He can also be quite naive, and miss out on the subtext of a conversation.
The side of Emile that not everyone sees, is that he isn't completely honest. He's not above telling a 'harmless' white lie here and there, to dissolve tension or get people to move on. One of his larger lies was to his parents, that he's studying to become a doctor (instead of the truth - that he wants to be a nurse). While he wouldn't intentionally spread rumours or anything nasty, he often simply doesn't understand the implications of his words. Unfortunately, lies always seem to catch up with us in the end...
L I K E S
People
Chilled music
Caring for others
FIFA
Beer (...but don't tell his parents he's been boozing.)
D I S L I K E S
Loneliness
Seeing others in pain
Heavy metal
Champagne
Tension
H I S T O R Y
Emile was never a highly-strung child, and tended to just go with what was asked of him. He was an obedient, bright (albeit lazy) and well-mannered boy for his entire childhood, rarely throwing a tantrum or crying. He slept straight through the night from a small baby (to the relief of those living in the household and his nanny). He was spoiled with toys and sweets, but still felt the vacuum of his parents' attention - perhaps even more so than his older siblings.
At age 8, he began to occasionally tell small white lies. This was a tactic to get more attention. They were never large, and he was careful to not be found out - for example, lying to an older sibling that he could do a handstand, and have the sibling watch while he failed. They weren't ever harmful, but they were still a part of his life. They became easy to tell over the years. Once or twice he was caught out, but the majority slipped by unnoticed. He became skilled at his poker face.
Emile was always a kind boy despite his faults, and from a young age would throw himself in to help look after a sick family member. Although he knew that his parents would prefer him to do something like a law degree, his heart drew him towards medicine. Emile never wanted to be a doctor. Doctors diagnosed, prescribed medicine - they didn't care like nurses did. Afraid of his parents' disapproval, Emile lied and told them that he wanted to be a doctor. Thankfully, they weren't involved enough in his life to do any in-depth research into his applications.
Emile attended a university on the other side of the country, opting to move away and form his own life. He never hated his parents, but he knew that they wouldn't understand what he wanted for himself. He's made friends and had a few girlfriends, with at least one after his family name. It's made him slightly wary of the dating world, and of revealing his family too early on in a relationship. Of course, it's difficult to escape the name of the Caringtons...
M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O
Emile has a habit of licking his lips when he's nervous (they get dry).
Lee Carrington
"My father is... a very difficult man."
Emile was never a difficult child, but he was unmotivated - and Lee obviously didn't take kindly to this. He lied many a time about how school was going just to escape any biting remarks, and tended to stay out of his way. Emile would have liked a closer relationship, had his father been kinder; thankfully, there were other male role models in his life to make up for that. He considers his father almost a stranger, so few were their interactions.
Cassiopeia Carrington
"She's my mom, and I love her - but often, I just feel like... Like she's just so far away from me, y'know? It makes me sad."
Emile is convinced that his strict mother would disapprove of his choice in career. He finds it harder to lie to her her than Lee, but it's a necessity at times. He really does want her to be proud of him, and sometimes feels disappointed in himself that he can't bring himself to admit the truth of his studies. He realises that she cares, but it's in such a strange way that he finds it difficult to connect with her. He knows that he's terribly average compared to some others in the family (especially Mathias, the surgeon), and so, was never very much on his mother's radar. In any case, Emile shies away from nastiness, and preferred to avoid her sharp tongue.
Samantha Carrington
"I never knew her. She left the house before I was even born. I just know that she's a painter."
Emile honestly barely knows his sister at all. She hasn't exactly been present around the household. He's curious about her though, partially because she seems rather mysterious to him.
Arthur Carrington
"I don't know Arthur very well, but he's always so nice. I'd like to spend more time with him."
Arthur was a little more present, popping in and out of Emile's life every now and again. Emile has good memories of him, even though they're few and far inbetween.
Gabriel Carrington
"I've... never really heard a lot about him. Though, there was that thing - he was awarded something for being in combat. I also heard that he was hurt real bad..."
Again, Emile didn't get the chance to know Gabriel - he left soon after Emile was born. However, he was incredibly sad to hear about the injury that his brother had sustained in combat. He feels a strange guilt, as if he should have been there to look after him, despite the fact that it was impossible and they're nigh-on strangers.
Mathias Carrington
"My brother's a surgeon - how cool is that? I mean, I heard that he was sort of weird as a kid, but it's inspiring to see someone else in the family in medicine. Even if they're probably making mom and dad prouder..."
Emile has faint memories of Mathias from when he was young, although they're pretty blurry. He heard that his brother wasn't the most normal as a kid, but he was still inspired by the fact that Mathias went into medicine. He gets the feeling that his brother is a little bit full of himself, but he likes him nonetheless - in a word, he's very charming.
Charles Carrington
Esther Carrington
"Esi's a big-shot music producer; I've seen her name pop up a good few times. But I can't help but wonder if she's actually... happy. I hope that she's okay."
Emile often thinks about his older sister by 7 years with some worry. Esi seems to float about life, flitting from one thing to another with reckless abandon. He vaguely remembers a big fuss being made when she was in her teens - later finding out that it was related to drugs. There's a large age gap between them, but he remembered enough to know that he loved her. They weren't ever very close until he was 16, and she invited him to visit her for the summer. This happened regularly during school holidays until last summer. Esther had too much of something, and had ended up fighting in a bar. He'd had to deal with taking her home, getting her down from her high, and treating the injuries she'd sustained. Emile had decided at that moment that he couldn't take worrying over her every night that he spent with her, if she'd overdose or pass out and choke on her own vomit - he rarely made a fuss, but he told her that he wouldn't come back unless she was clean. They haven't really spoken since then.
Nathaniel Carrington
"He's my rebellious, angsty older brother, and I love him. He's kinda moody, but really talented."
There's a 6 year age gap between Emile and Nathaniel, but he was the closest brother Emile had and a male role model to him. Fortunately for his parents, Emile never took to being a truancy. He was the family member that, when little, Emile used to run to with a scraped knee or a bully, knowing that there'd be a kind word for him and a shoulder to sniffle on. He was the first person to introduce him to the joys of alcohol - perhaps his only rebellious act, other than lying. Emile still gets excited when his brother visits him, knowing that he's in for a good time whether they go out or stay in.
Indiana Carrington
"Indy thinks a lot. Like, a lot. And I worry about her sometimes."
Indy's always seemed more sensitive than some of his other siblings - not in the sense that she'd cry or get upset all the time, but that he'd often come across her with a blankness to her expression that scared him. He grew up with her music reverberating through the house, and truly does enjoy listening to her play. Although classical music isn't his passion, he wishes that he could see her play again sometime. It's been a while.
Elaine Carrington
"My little sister - I'm not the baby of the family, after all! I'm her big bro, and I'll always be there for her."
Emile feels protective over his little sister. Okay, so he's away from her for most of the year, and sometimes she seems to disregard him, but he tries his best to keep up with her when not swept away with college. He thinks that she's a little bit harsh on some members of the family, but to be honest, he looks at her with rose-tinted spectacles. After all, it's his responsibility as older brother to make sure that she's okay. |
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A coat of gold, a coat of red
Indie gently released her necklace that draped down her chest – the first lie elegantly propped along her collarbone. She decided on the red pea swing coat that would button up along her stomach. She had always set aside a sizeable amount of her money in case this were to happen. A letter. Perhaps it would’ve been attached to a raven - knowing her family and their flare for dramatics. She tightly wound up her fingers – making sure not to touch her hair which she dipped into the emergency ‘have to see my family’ again fund in order to have done up.
It was lightly curled, she could almost hear her mother now – “you’re visiting your family not going to prom.”
But it was fine. Everything was fine.
She grabbed her violin and bow and quickly propped the instrument onto her shoulder, resting her chin on it’s perch.
She closed her eyes.
A lion still has claws
She no longer really had to move the bow along the strings of the violin. Of course, it was still her moving it, not in some supernatural light. But when she was anxious and she wanted to play the violin, her hand did what was necessary of it.
She need not think about what she was doing, she just did it. She assumed this was how her mother felt about parenting, her father too most likely.
“Limo should be here soon.” She said thinking sadly about just how much of the fund she had to dip into to keep up appearances. She was pretty sure anyone in her family whom had been keeping track of her professional life knew she had recently played for the New York Philharmonic. Most would’ve signed after a performance like hers. She had always been good, simply never noticed.
That would include a signing bonus. One she would be expected to be spending. The limo was nearly here.
A ring came from the buzzer on her apartment. The limo driver was here.
Indie grabbed her things and rushed down the hall to the elevator. On the way down she imagined her family waiting to greet her.
The thought forced some calming measures out of her.
“One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven” ding!.
The elevator doors opened. She moved forward because that was what a Carrington did.
Met the limo driver out front of the apartment building and she helped her with her bags from there.
“How are you today Ma’am?” The limo driver asked her.
“I’m well, we have some things to go over.” Indie responded.
“I have no rented you, I have payed you to be my driver for the indefinite future. I chose the limo, it does not belong to your company.” Indie said snatching an air freshener that proudly displayed the company’s logo from the rearview mirror. “Big and Long Limo’s – We will pick you up faster than your last ex!” If Indie was buried she’d be rolling in her grave. Instead she would have to do with just her eyes.
“Everyone calls me Indie, but you call me Ms. Carrington and you never ask questions or say things out of turn. I am a violinist and understudy cellist for the New York Philharmonic you have a small crush on me and your favourite thing about me is my smile because it is rare and fleeting.”
And mine are long and sharp
“Just one.” The limo driver said aloud.
“Who are you trying to impress so badly?”
“Myself.”
“My name is Victoria, it’s a long road ahead Ms. Carrington you should get some rest.”
“I’ll do no such thing, are you ready to leave? I am.”
“Of course.”
And so they drove down to Hell, Georgia, Colorado.
as long and sharp as yours.
Indie got out of the limo after Victoria opened the door for her. She was already holding her bags.
“You learn fast.”
“Actually it took me a week or two, but I’ve got you figured out about now.” Victoria said confidently giving Indie a nod. It brought a smile to Indie’s lips.
“There’s that smile I love.” Victoria said, following Indie’s lead to the front door.
“That’ll be quite enough Victoria, thank you.” Indie said thankfully to her newest old friend.
“We’ve been on the road for nearly three days, you’ve gotten an ungodly small amount of sleep, are you seriously going to end things with a thank you?” Victoria asked with a bit of expectancy in her voice.
“Goodbye.” Indie said taking the bag from Victoria’s hand and nodding to her. The woman walked off to her car mouthing something, perhaps saying it under her breath. Indie did not care, she had served her purpose. It seemed that a lion still had claws.
She knocked on the door and recognized the woman who answered the door.
“Indiana, it’s so nice to see you.” The woman said warmly.
“Thank you, but right now I need to know only a few things.” Indie said placing her bag in front of her for another servant to collect and take to her room.
“Of course, what can I help you with?”
“Where are mom and dad?” Indie asked glancing up and diagonally, as if she would see either of her parents.
She didn’t.
“Well your mother is still in her room preparing to address the family, I believe your father is in the study.” She said.
“Of course, that makes sense.” Indie said the slightest hint of relief dripped into her tone.
“I’ll be staying in one of the guests I assume? I haven’t been here in a while so I don’t really remember which room I’m in.” She said honestly.
“Follow me, your bags will be brought up behind us.”
And so Indie followed and was lead to her room. As soon as she was finally left alone after answering if there was anything else she needed for the thousandth time. (There wasn’t). She was finally able to relax.
Of course, by relax that was more of a loose term for, absolutely freak the fuck out.
It was show time and from this moment she was no longer just a musician, she was an actress.
She grabbed her violin and bow and quickly propped the instrument onto her shoulder, resting her chin on its perch.
She felt herself thinking about every move she was about to make. She was back where she grew up and yet somehow so incredibly far out of her element. | ***
N A M E
Indiana ‘Indie’ Michelle Carrington
A G E
23, the Eighth Eldest
G E N D E R
Female
O C C U P A T I O N
Struggling Musician (Violinist), Bartender
S E X U A L I T Y
Homosexual
R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single
F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
N/A
A P P E A R A N C E
indie is a slender girl standing around five feet and five inches tall. Her typically dyed black hair softly curls down to her upper back, or when it is straightened reaches somewhere between there and her mid back. One of the most notable things about Indie are the calluses on her fingers. She is ambidextrous and plays the violin day in and day out and as such her finger tips are hard as a rock. She has rather rounded facial features, especially her nose – which often makes people assume she is nice as her facial features leave her in somewhat of a resting smile.
She doesn’t wear all that much makeup, simply sticking with the tried and true mascara on most days. Notable exceptions include performances and auditions in which she is – of course, done up to the 9’s. On a typical bar shift though, well, her customers are already drunk and she couldn’t really care much about keeping one of them on the hook longer than a decent tip, so yeah, mascara. God save her if her mother heard her now.
When she’s with her family, her visage and smiling resting face all washes away. Instead she is sensitive and always bracing for impact. She looks like a deer searching for headlights in the middle of the road. Her demeanor also changes drastically. She doesn’t laugh at jokes she gives a ‘womanly chuckle’ that her mother taught her when she was nearly eleven. She doesn’t smile at the night sky, she shuts the blinds so no one can see into her room. When she’s with her family she is not doing anything. She’s doing nothing but biding her time until she is able to leave. And if you’re a Carrington you can read that off her facial expression and body language like a word off of a page.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Indie wasn’t raised in the way that a sword wouldn’t be ‘made’. They were both crafted, hand-forged over heat and doused with cold reality once they were finally fully prepared. When Indie was born, the Carrington’s decided to take it easier on her than some of their past ventures. They didn’t start her with activities until she was five years old – and it started with piano. But one trip to a music store and Indie was head over heels, by the time she was six she was gripping a cello for dear life as she attempted to play it. It truly became her one true passion.
She has always been known as kind. She has a certain level of empathy that causes her to sacrifice more than she should for others. It has resorted in her father deeming her completely unreliable as far as taking over the family business goes. She has been the butt of many jokes on her way down the family dinner table, when that was still a thing. But Indie isn’t all victim and passion, she has Cassiopeia Carrington inside of her. And she understands people, how they work, what they want. She isn’t above using anything to get an advantage when she needs it and even when to the extent of sleeping with one of the people running auditions for the New York Philharmonic in order to understudy one of their cellists and perform. She shone that night, and besides, it wasn’t until afterwards she discovered his family would be attending. She ended their relationship there, professional or otherwise.
Indie catches herself sometimes. Whether it’s sitting in bed, reading a book, listening to two people talk on the subway. She catches herself thinking about one of two things. First is the finiteness of life. How she will end one day. How everything and everyone will end one day. Second is her family. Somehow when she catches herself thinking about her family it impacts her more than death. She has to stop, steady herself, and slow her breathing or heart rate. She doesn’t really know why. But it’s the only thing in life she really gets uncontrollable levels of anxiety over. Perhaps it’s her knowledge of how many siblings she has. Where they are, what they’re doing, whom they’ve become and whether they’re all still out there. It’s horrifying. But perhaps, she still has that craving for the feeling she got when she was just a child, when she learned how to perform middle C on a cello.
L I K E S
Classical Music
Cold weather
People and their stories
Family A good conversation every once in a while
D I S L I K E S
Electronic music
Sweating when she’s trying to sleep
Warm showers
Family The sense of longing she feels when she thinks about her past too hard.
H I S T O R Y
Indiana Michelle Carrington, her family friends, few as they may be would call her a gem. Another one for the mantle piece. Of course, by the time she was born her eldest sibling had already moved out, the mantle wavered. One bolt that had previously held it in was removed. As Indiana grew up, more bolts would fade over time. She learned that it wasn’t smart to get involved with her siblings. They disappeared. They vanished. Sometimes with a loud argument, sometimes without a trace. None said goodbye that she could remember. The only thing that she truly thought about at nights she spent alone was how she’d do it. How she’d leave the house, how she could make it interesting. Everyone else had already done it in every other imaginable way. Maybe she’d be the one to stay?
She picked up the piano at five and quickly moved onto to struggling to learn the cello at six. At first, progress was infatuating, it was intoxicating. She would learn a note and her mother would praise her, her father would tell her how proud he was of her. But continuing that level of progress is difficult. Once you master playing a note, you cannot master it again and there are only so many notes. So once she was seven years old, practicing every day after lessons, she had learned every note. Well next of course was scales. But before she was eight she had those down. She was slipping, her handheld on the precipice of encouragement faltering. She began learning songs, the first time her mother checked up on her she was thoroughly unimpressed. “Indiana, I understand it can be difficult, but show me when you feel it is perfect and I will tell you what’s wrong. I don’t have time to mince imperfections on an incomplete piece.” Her mother would say while dexterously flipping through a file no doubt for the business. “Your birthday present is with your father, alright?” She would finish, giving Indiana the typical, business now, hand gesture.
With her father, lessons may have been a little bit better for a young Indiana, perhaps because he did more to inspire her, even if it was accidental. He would tell her of Samantha. She was Indiana's oldest sister and, apparently, an incredible painter. "Every stroke of a chord is a brushstroke on a canvas." He would tell her. "You must, yourself, make sure not to paint over what you have already done and not paint unnecessarily. For when you paint with sound your ink well is surprisingly limited." She took that lesson to heart when it came to music. In some ways, her eldest sister was her biggest influence in music - even though the woman was a painter.
At first, this drove Indiana harder. She strived for perfection and when she finally got it, they decided it was time for her to start up her performances with a company. It was a small high-end very private showing. Other powerful children from around the lot would come and perform showing off all the money their parents had put into lessons. It was an odd day for Indiana. Her father took her for ice cream beforehand. He had the day off and Cass had sworn off his help for the afternoon. So for the morning he was all Indiana’s. She dripped on his pants, she hadn’t really had ice cream much before. She was typically on a pretty strictly regimented diet prepared by the chefs. He dropped her off at the performance and went back to the house to get pants.
Any kid with parents who owned a company like theirs could tell you where this story leads to. At least in the short run. It lead to a small, scared, stage fright stricken ten year old girl and two empty seats. She cried on stage.
Later on she was given a talk about the public image of the Carrington name. That their Indiana was stronger, and better than that. That if she was to be an independent woman one day, they would expect more than that.
It was that night she made her decision, how to leave.
"Mom, Dad..." Their ears perked and she saw her mom seemingly grip the arm of her chair for stability. She wasn't meant to see it.
"I can't be the one for you. I'm sorry."
Her parents were used to it and she figured they didn’t care all that much. So she had a bit of money saved up from her allowance and paid for a year of living in an apartment in New York. She began finding her way from the big apple.
At first, she attempted to be nice. It was perhaps just the big city not being used to a girl like her. Being charmed, the no thank yous and the yes pleases. But instead, after literal years of not finding anything, and being close to the bottom of the barrel as far her meager savings ended her up she came across a young man named Krispin. She introduced herself as Indie, it’s still a rather new nickname. But she likes it.
Krispin owned a bar, six shooters on Sixth. He saw her after another failed audition and offered her a bottle of who knows what the hell it could’ve been. By the time the liquid confidence had persuaded her morals didn’t matter she decided to cut off one of the men hosting the auditions in the alleyway outside of the parking garage he was using. After a few short slurred sentences and a regrettable fifteen minute staring contest with a wall, she was an understudy in the New York Philharmonic.
She hated it. Every second of it. The studying itself, the performance she got to participate in, everything. It was a little after that she discovered that she was gay.
One night some time afterwards, she thought of the metaphor her father had given her. The metaphor about Samantha - her oldest sibling. She clearly thought about it for too long because by the end of her thought she had downed two bottles and looked her up. She had an appearance at an art gallery.
She decided to leave the orchestra and get hired by Krispin at Six Shooters. She even has her own card – she plays on weekends.
The rest of the week during the day is auditions, and at night is the bar. It’s a tight schedule but it’s pretty sound. As long as nothing-
She found herself at an art show. There, at the show, was a painting.
"by Samantha Carrington." It read on it's platter.
Thump, thump.
She wanted to examine it. But her eyes were already moving too quickly. She glanced to the right and saw it, her.
"Sam, you look lovely this evening."
Her vision began to close in around her. As quickly as she could leave without drawing a scene she was outside. Tears streaming down confused cheeks.
"Why am I like this? What am I so afraid of."
Two empty seats provided her with an answer. Her memories laughed at her.
She got a cab to her apartment in which a message played a few times. Along with a parcel delivered to her door.
’You’ve got mail.’
She told Krispin she’d be back. She had forgotten something at an old place she stayed. Needed to grab her baggage, figure out what was going on.
So she went.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O
Indie doesn’t completely love how incredible she is at manipulating people, men specifically. Feels as though she is the failed Carrington.
X L e e C a r r i n g t o n
“Dad took me out for ice cream once, which was really sweet. I know it sounds like I’m being sarcastic but I think that may have been one of the most sincere gestures of love he has ever performed with one of his children.”
Dad was certainly around less than mom was, for better or for worse I guess. He kind of seemed like he could’ve been a really sweet guy if he was born under certain circumstances. But the ones he was give were pretty rough. I don’t know much about his life before me, hell I don’t know much of his life even with me, but I do know that he wants his kids to succeed more so than most parents do. I think that just comes out in these… Problematic ways. Hopefully he’s okay.
X C a s s i o p e i a C a r r i n g t o n
"Mom once told me that if you were going to do something, you better be damned sure you’re the best at it. I guess that doesn’t apply to parenting though."
I know it’s not really fair for me to miss mom less but it’s the truth. Because she was around more I felt more of her heat, her pessimism and distaste when I wouldn’t succeed. Because of that, when she wasn’t at the performance, it just seemed so pointless. Sure, she ordered a tape, but I don’t think we ever even spoke of that performance. It’s not surprising, a year later the tape was still on her desk – still unwrapped. I’m sure she meant to open it one day, in fact I bet she even had a date set. I just can’t wait for her to decide it’s time for me to be worth it. I have to be worth it for myself. Wither or without mom.
X S A M A N T H A C A R R I N G T O N
“She’s kind of… I look up to Sam, but I doubt she has the time or want to meet me – see what I’m like.”
Sam is important to the family. She reminds me a little of Mom though I’m sure she wouldn’t want me saying that. Last time I checked in on her she had a son, I hope that works out for her. I’m sure she’ll be a better-
I shouldn’t talk like that. She’ll be wonderful for him I’m sure. She knows what it’s like to be dissatisfied with your parentage. Though, I can’t help but wonder if maybe she doesn’t. She was the first born after all. First to eighth must be quite the gap… I wonder if the seats at her art shows reserved for Mom and Dad were empty too…
X A R T H U R C A R R I N G T O N
“Arthur was always around, visiting, stopping in and making sure we were all okay. He was really carefree. That’s why I don’t really like to be around him – why I declined his offer to stay with him.”
Arthur asked me to move in with him when I left the house, which was really nice. But every time he visited he was so… Happy.
It was weird. I didn’t like being around it because it felt like if he could be happy why couldn’t I? What was wrong with me where I couldn’t see the source of his happiness and follow in its footsteps? I guess that’s why I’m dreading running into him at the house. I’m just not so sure what I’m going to say. “How’s it been going Indie?” “It’s been awful, I’m sure your life is swell though?”
X G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N
“I’ve been looking Gabe up as soon as I found out he was in the military. I’m sure if he wanted me to know he was safe he would tell me, and even though we’re barely in the same generation he hasn’t really spoken to me. But I found myself worrying at night and this helped me slept. He’s fine by the way.”
I probably will avoid talking to him. I’m sure he’d be looking forward to seeing some of his older siblings, not me. We don’t even know each other and it’s stupid to go looking for a big brother figure in him. He doesn’t need that in his life.
X M A T H I A S C A R R I N G T O N
“All I know is that he must be set up pretty well because he’s working as some kind of medical practitioner somewhere. Am I the only Carrington that face-planted?”
I can’t say I’m not jealous because of how smart he is. That gene seems to have passed me over completely outside of music. I can play, but he can save lives. I don’t wanna talk about it.
X C H A R L E S C A R R I N G T O N
“Charles has always seemed very small. Not really even in the sense of stature, just the idea that he shrinks whenever you seem to move around him. I feel bad for that, because as much as I think and as much as what I think about scares me – I can walk into a room and be confident in myself. Well, not my families dining room but most rooms.”
Charles is really a nice guy. He’s just quieter than most people with tons of friends are. I think that’s why he doesn’t ever really speak all that much. He’s lucky though – he has the Carrington drive to a certain extent, and a large amount of general kindness. It’s the best any of us could’ve worked towards or gotten from Mum or Dad and then some.
X N A T H A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N
“I grew up with Nathan for quite some time. It’s funny – actually, he left to travel the world and I left to find myself in New York and that all happened within a few months. He was eighteen at the time, and I was sixteen. When he came to my flat, a few years later, I hadn’t found myself and he seemed like he was still searching too.”
Nathan is really misunderstood by a lot of people I feel like. He stayed at my place for about three months at one point, and it made me… Well it made me feel really happy. He does more than his fair share all the while looking like he doesn’t give a damn about what happens next and he seemed to be happy too. But then he left, New York had lasted him about three months. It’s impossible sounding, I know, but I think he really is still searching for something. Probably won’t find it for quite some time. I sure do hope he does though.
X E S T H E R C A R R I N G T O N
“Even the most holy shalt be envious of those who are more blessed.”
Esther’s life has been a dream of mine since I was a three year old girl listening to Recitativo and Scherzo-Caprice. And when I was younger, I’m sure I was a bitch about it. Sure, I could play a stringed instrument with an arm behind my back and a half a glance at some sheet music, but she knew rhythm, tempo and most importantly – what other people wanted to hear. She’s the other half of my coin I guess.
She’s one of the people I’m the most dreading seeing. It’s impossible not to follow how successful she is. My peak was an orchestral performance I had to sleep my way in to. Can’t wait for that dinner conversation. We text and email back and forth, but I should really try harder. God knows she does.
X E M I L E C A R R I N G T O N
“People call me kind, but most of those people haven’t met Emile. Compared to him I may as well have convinced Eve to eat the apple.”
Emile is bar none one of the sweetest people in the world. Always wondering, worrying, I’d catch him looking at me frightened when I’d drift off and think about… Well I guess he always knew when I was thinking about something I had no right worrying about. When I’d think about death he’d give me this look – What can you do? Enjoy life. His eyes would tell me.
I really let him down.
X E L A I N E C A R R I N G T O N
“Everyone loves their baby sister.”
I still remember leaving like it was yesterday. I went into Elaine’s room first, stroked her hair and told her that I had to leave. That when she was my age she would understand why I had to. She turned sixteen recently, I’ve been calling the house, every couple weeks, sometimes months. Oh god, I really should’ve kept in better contact.
There’s the occasional Facebook message, sure. But it really isn’t enough. I’ll have to set things straight with her soon. When we see each other at this… I have no idea what this is honestly. But I hope it can end at least no too far into the red. I’ll never tell Elaine how bad it’s gotten for me. She doesn’t need to know that about her big sister. I need to support her in whatever she does. |
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Colorado. Elaine Carrington had almost forgotten what it had been like.
Before passing her acceptance exam into Strathmore, it had been just her and her family— or at least what few of the siblings she had that remained. So really the better half of her life was just her parents and her brother, Emile. She remembered how some of her brothers would visit and how the household staff would talk about the one’s that had moved on with their lives, but really it was always so irrelevant to her beyond a few fleeting exceptions. The exceptions being the ones who came around for the holidays and brief visits or the ones she kept in contact through social media. Though really the number of Carrington’s she talked to online were few in number and overall she didn’t really think about it all too much. Indiana, Emile, and Nathaniel were the only ones that cared and Nate was always so aloof for Elaine to really “connect” with. So really in Elaine’s mind she had two siblings and two parents.
A warm albeit anxious smile left Elaine’s lips as she shuffled her hands in her coat’s insulated pockets. It was cold but not irregularly so. Even after being effectively raised in California, she had known Colorado well and she had spent two years in Maine where the winters were pretty much the same— cold, brittle nights subject to blizzards and mountain chill running down the peaks to the soft rolling hills. In fact, according to weather reports she had taken a peak of on her phone it was actually ten-to-eleven degrees colder back in Maine. So it was a pleasant change even if Elaine didn’t dabble too much in the winter activities or sports Strathmore students took interest in, and she most certainly had little care to hike uphill in snow-capped forests like Kiana Farahani did. Preferentially, Elaine liked sitting inside in warmth in front of a chess board with a warm cup of hot chocolate at her lips.
Such preferences is how she met Piper Chapin, after all.
Elaine wasn’t quite sure she remembered what led up to Piper heading up to Colorado for a Carrington retreat, but she did recall that when she received her father’s e-mail she was sure to appeal for bringing her along. After all, it being the holidays meant much to a lot of people and Elaine would’ve hated to be sitting in Colorado while Piper didn’t have the option to go anywhere. Sitting in your dormitory room on Christmas? She couldn’t imagine the dreadful feeling that would bring. It took some convincing but her father relented, seeing her appeal as rational— but Elaine couldn’t help but think there was something going on for it to result in such hesitation from her father. But it wasn’t such a worry that she focused on it.
Elaine took a glance to Piper pairing it with a warm smile before she went to open the main doors of the lodge, though she was certain had she knocked some of the household staff would’ve reacted in kind. But Elaine wanted to get inside and begin the few weeks she would be in Colorado for. Whilst she knew that the familial “reunion” would be dramatic and high strung, as long as she found something to take her mind off the family members she barely knew or cared about she knew it wouldn’t be a total disaster.
In part, that was another reason why she was glad Piper was with her and not back in Maine waiting for her return— she wasn’t just her friend or girlfriend, but in a way represented someone Elaine couldn’t be and as such allowed Elaine to “turn off” for a while without worry about expectations or responsibilities. She could just sit down as Piper put on a basketball game on the computer or something of similar effect. Elaine was always thinking so it was nice to have someone who could give her a break from her anxieties and process; even if it was just for a little while.
It doesn’t look different at all.
“Ms. Carrington?” One of the staff members noticed as she entered, a little offset she hadn’t knocked.
Admittedly, Elaine wasn’t too pleased with the response she received. Surely the staff could’ve started out with a “Welcome to the Carrington Winter Lodge, how can I help you?” rather than the kind of slight confusion. Manners would’ve been something her mother drilled into their heads, so the surprise that they slipped up was a bit warranted. Still, Elaine wasn’t going to yell at them like fire from hell itself— a minute correction however was on her mind and probably would continue to be on her mind until they ended their exchange of words.
“You can tell my parents that their youngest daughter has arrived as expected. How are we handling rooms given the situation?”
“Of course.” The man replied with a nod as he recalled instructions specific to Elaine, before he motioned to another employee to take the girl's luggage and set it off in their respective rooms. “Your allocated room for your guest should be across the hall to your own. Do you need help in guidance?”
Elaine shook her head— she had been to the lodge many times before and could manage “finding” herself around without any help. However, the sentiment seemed a bit more well-mannered than the one he shot at her upon arrival as a “greeting”; a fact she was happy about considering her initial annoyance. Her mother had always taught her that if you were going to act or perform you should do it correctly with rigorous preparation to not leave room for mistakes. Mistakes led to embarrassments and embarrassments led to failure. Cassiopeia Carrington did not expect this just from her children, but her employees as well.
“Right, thank you. I know the way.” There was a quick pause following the statement as Elaine looked to the stairwell and then back to the man. “Oh, by the way. You should probably greet people with comments that are warm rather than confused; my mother has little patience for things being done incorrectly. Have a nice day.”
“Right… of course, Ms. Carrington.”
The man’s reply was a quiet mutter, the nervousness dripping from his words like falling rain sputtering off a metal rooftop. It wasn’t the most vindictive or hostile as Elaine could be, and from her perspective was matter-of-factly spoken like a fact rather than an emotionally charged opinion. She noticed him give her a final albeit tense nod as he walked off— as per her opinion she hoped he wouldn’t make such a daft mistake again; especially if her mother returned from her room to witness it.
With her statements done and said, she turned her attention back to Piper. “Sorry about all that, you know how it goes. Do you want to head to our rooms first or something else? It’s a big lodge; plenty to do.” | Faceclaim is Alexandra Chando
"When a man gives his opinion, he's a man. When a woman gives her opinion, she's a bitch."
– Bette Davis, The Best Liberal Quotes Ever: Why the Left is Right
O V E R V I E WFemale ♦ 16 ♦ Bisexual ♦ Student
Ж N A M E
Elaine Jessica Carrington
Ж A G E
Sixteen
Ж G E N D E R
Female
Ж O C C U P A T I O N
Elaine is a second year student at the Strathmore Academy for Higher Learning & the Arts (SAHLA), a preparatory academy and boarding school for affluent youths based in Maine.
Ж S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual
Ж R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
In a Relationship
M I R R O R - I M A G EBrunette ♦ Classy ♦ Confident ♦ Neat
Ж A P P E A R A N C E
Describing Elaine Carrington is not a difficult matter, though she would lead you to believe otherwise.
Setting in at a slightly stunted height of 5’2”, what Elaine lacks in a few inches she most certainly makes up for in sheer presence. Her long dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and athletic build is something that is a bit of a west coast staple. Elaine Carrington is most definitely alluring naturally, but there is more depth beyond that alone. After years of confidence and entitlement it is clear that Elaine has subconsciously created the appearance of someone with poise, posture, and control of a situation; even to the most ignorant of her status or identity it is clear that she generates attention and focus without the most minimal of effort. This is often accented by her natural appearance and physical build that has attracted many potential boyfriends and girlfriends.
Given her status, wealth, and own excessive tastes it isn’t ridiculous to say Elaine has “eclectic” tastes in sensibilities of style. Since she was a little girl it was always evident that Elaine was obsessed with her appearance in one form or another and as such she has gone through flirtations with many different looks and aesthetics— however, this does not mean that Elaine is particularly privy to liberal appearances as she prefers to not be as provocative as some of her idiotic “friends” who choose to gallivant half-naked when they are allowed to. You will seldom see Elaine in shirts or blouses that stop before they hit her waist and the only large portion of skin you should expect to see from her is her legs due to her penchant for skirts and dresses.
Elaine tends to prefer wearing her hair neat and down with various styles depending on what she is privy to at a given time. However, there are many times where she resorts to a tight ponytail as an alternative to her general preference— athletic activities, swimming, and formal occasions for example.
D E L V I N G - D E E P E RCunning ♦ Intelligent ♦ Methodical ♦ Narcissistic ♦ Wroth
Ж P E R S O N A L I T Y
Elaine Carrington is the youngest of the Carrington dynasty, and perhaps the most like her parents.
Forged by a childhood of idolization and emulation, Elaine’s manner can be attributed and compared to her parent’s distinct personalities and ideologies. A fact that depending on who you ask has turned Elaine into either an pretentious two-faced diva with daddy issues or a clever and bright young woman who represents her parents at their best— both descriptions being correct in their own way. Ultimately, Elaine is defined by her intelligence and whether that allows those around her to view her as pretentious or pseudo-intellectual is entirely up to them— but they’d be wrong to dismiss Elaine so quickly. Whereas many of Elaine’s siblings were born into the world with the ability to create and express, Elaine was born into it with the ability to think and perceive. A fact that has in time created a young woman who knows she is smarter than others around her and in turn acts like it despite the consequences of her peers resenting her for it. But such resentment is expected when with all the work into studying for Elaine to simply do it without even putting much effort into it. In a way it can be disheartening and somewhat infuriating to see a classmate succeed in such a way, especially when Elaine bluntly states that it is just a fact that they are not as smart as her to their face. But Elaine isn’t stating it to hurt her classmates, she is saying it to state a fact— because that is all it is to her.
But logic and blunt honesty isn’t always the best approach— but Elaine cannot comprehend the idea of telling anything but the truth. If people cannot deal with the truth then that is their problem. A perspective that is in doubt one she drew from her father, Lee Carrington, since she was a child. Even to Elaine, Lee didn’t cushion blows or tiptoe around the facts. Honesty is the most important thing in communication, because if you are twisting it to protect another’s feelings than you are weak and cannot take the truth or deal with it. Whilst Lee’s lessons in Elaine’s childhood never specifically told her that lying is a coward’s tactic it was one that Elaine most certainly developed as a byproduct of her comprehension of what he was telling her; and it was one she was never corrected on.
Much like her mother, Cassiopeia Carrington, Elaine has little patience for incompetence— though this also extends to the point that Elaine has no patience for those who talk out of their station and in combination with her aforementioned honesty would be clear to others that they really aren’t worth their salt and shouldn’t be talking to her. This would not be simply limited to her peers but also would include even family or at least those that are non-existent or distant; especially if they would attempt to lecture her or correct actions and attitudes she has exuded. If her family were to intervene in her life they would have to be ones who have the right to in her mind. To some this would be a trait that attributes to the impression that Elaine is a pompous diva, but such opinions wouldn’t affect her in the slightest as such opinions don’t matter unless it comes from people who do.
Witnessing incompetence, sensitivity, and deceit are rather large triggers for Elaine and to those that know her know that she has a temper that few can withstand. Whether it is loud and violent, patient and methodical, or sassy and dismissive it is very much clear that Elaine has a temperament that few enjoy tolerating. It is said that when Elaine believes she is scorned or betrayed she will ensure that there will be a reckoning that the culprits would never have experienced before in their life. This vicious and overzealous anger lends to Elaine’s methodical and tactical mind as she plans out her entire elaborate revenge quite cohesively— thus hinting that her innate intelligence goes far beyond academic applications.
Elaine is also a fierce competitor and such attributes certainly have a play into her temperament. Not a “one-trick pony”, she has exhibited interest in athletics and sports since she was ten— she’s played softball, tennis, chess, basketball, golf, and soccer. Approaching each game like a strategic puzzle as well as a drive to keep her body as fit as her mind Elaine continuously challenges herself in these activities and at the heart of it actually enjoys them. But as mentioned, this plays into her temperament and when Elaine loses badly she takes it about as well as you would imagine. Whilst she isn’t so vain and petty to take a loss from an opponent as the beginning of a plot to ruin their lives as a rival, she is quite short with them and their victory unless the loss is minute or logical to her perspective. The phrase “let the robot win” has been uttered by some of her classmates upon competing against Elaine; though Elaine would detest this due to the hard work ethic her parents ingrained into her.
But Elaine is not simply determined by a personality of fire & ice, as evident by the actually caring side of her personality that she does actually have. She’s sympathetic towards others, loyal to her friends, and uncompromising in her personal ethics. Whilst these are aspects are ones that are earned rather than given, Elaine is still amiable towards people and not entirely anti-social— in fact, some would say Elaine is the opposite. It is clear that when Elaine is being kind that it is no façade in the slightest and is in actuality a show of genuine affection.
But it doesn’t end with Elaine being genuine to that end, but also the fact that Elaine is also magnetic. With a combination of cunning intelligence, pleasant demeanor, natural confidence, and radiating presence people seem to resonate towards Elaine; though those who are themselves not trying to get something out of a friendship with Elaine is uncertain. This radiance is most likely a byproduct of being the daughter of a major corporation, her early conditioning at private school, and having the media often trying to get a hand in her family’s affairs and social activities; Elaine damn well knows how she should appear even if it “looks” fake, she can tell the truth while being pleasant and she has no need to embarrass her parents by not being upstanding. Elaine refuses to be a delinquent, fool, or incompetent. It simply isn’t in her vocabulary.
Between distinct moments of teenaged angst and her own expectations of herself, Elaine is in a precarious place mentally for sure.
Ж L I K E S
Diligence
Intelligence
Literature
Money
Music
Puzzles & Logical Games
Ж D I S L I K E S
Betrayal
Complacency
Dishonesty
Drama
Extravagance
Lectures
Ж H I S T O R Y
Elaine Carrington is the youngest child of Lee & Cassiopeia Carrington, as evident of her birth in January 12th, 2000.
Elaine’s childhood was determined by the few siblings that stuck around, but with being the youngest the few she did know were on their way out or concerned with themselves by the time she was in elementary school. The age gap between her siblings made an environment where the Carrington Estate on most days felt empty, but even as a child it was clear that Elaine had aspirations to get affection and attention and by utilizing her innate intelligence and talent there were moments where she was successful. At age seven, Elaine began lessons in classical piano to catch her mother’s ear; at age nine, she memorized the dictionary; at age eleven, she began studying language to impress her father; at age twelve, she was sure that her comprehension of advanced theory and puzzle-solving would impress them both. At Elaine’s heart was a girl who refused to give up and due to this fact her intelligence was only exponentially reinforced. But in turn, she found herself legitimately driven and sincerely interested about the intellectual pursuits she had pursued to stand out from her siblings and impress her parents. Her childhood friends were obsessed with dresses, dolls, and boys; and whilst she had those same interests she found herself more gravitating towards knowledge, puzzles, and music. In a way, her childish notions had set her on a path that would define her as a teenager; a fact she found ironically entertaining.
By the time Elaine was twelve years old, her parents were looking into enhancing her educational opportunities and whilst Elaine was coming into a fine woman without additional opportunities they knew it was time to rein in their options. Elaine despite preferring the company of her parents (unlike her siblings) thought the prospect of going somewhere new and studying for a few years was exciting. In-between her hobbies and classes, Elaine would find herself travelling to these preparatory academies and boarding schools for various tours as her parents tried to put a finger on the type of institution that they’d like her to go to. However, these tours would come to an end before long and the three of them felt happy with one decision— a rurally located academy in the outskirts of northwestern Maine called Strathmore Academy. It would be a whole new chapter of her life.
Elaine’s first year at Strathmore Academy (or SAHLA) was adventurous at best but devastatingly isolating at worst. This was the first time she had been away from her parents, her home, and even the few siblings she had affection for— Elaine felt homesick, but even though she felt in such a way there was no way she was going to go crying to her parents to take her back home after she had been so excited and optimistic about the prospect. She rationalized with herself that she was going to have to adapt and deal with it. A fact that she pushed forward, slighting out her angst and anxiety as she began to make new friends and acquaintances in no time at all; a happening that made her angsty nostalgia far more tolerable. Though a lot of these individuals she met had a different mindset than Elaine entirely and it was all so apparent with how they talked and acted. But the awkwardness of being “different” from other affluent rich kids at Strathmore passed in time as she began to develop a friend’s circle of her own with several fellow girls from other parts of the country. But as with any Freshmen year of high school there was going to be bumps and a metric ton of teen angst; drama and problems were always expected to happen eventually— especially among a school comprised of kids with silver spoons embedded in their mouth.
Experiences at Strathmore have been a mixed bag, but in generally Elaine has put up with it and enjoyed the intellectual side of things and getting to know kids her own age. She is currently in her second year and is trying to look forward to the future that the worst things that happened in her first year wouldn’t be happening again.
E X T R AMusical ♦ Perceptive ♦ Cultured
Ж T A L E N T S & S K I L L S
Academic – The skill and talent where Elaine truly shines. Knowledge and Information are fascinating to Elaine to the point that her innate grasp over the material presented comes like a second nature. Whether it is the history of contemporary literature, political history, arithmetic, or world cultures she seems to have little difficulties comprehending the information and applying it.
Athletic – Whether it be Tennis, Chess, or Basketball; Elaine’s competitive nature allows her to have the appearance of being athletic. Perhaps one of her weakest skills overall, but it is clear that Elaine isn’t simply all brains and no brawn even if she is not a gifted athlete.
Perception – As a companion to her sense of academics, Elaine has long term memory that allows her to notice things as well as remember them which plays well to her memorization of the dictionary, several languages, and the smallest lies her family has gotten away with. This is due to her mother’s obsessive need for things to be perfect and Elaine’s determination to live up to said standards.
Pianist – Elaine has taken to piano since she was seven years old. However, that is about the extent to her ability on Piano and it is obvious she hasn’t touched the instrument in over half-a-decade.
Ж S E X U A L E X P E R I E N C E S
She has a sexual preference that gravitates towards girls due to her unappealing experiences with boys of her own age.
Ж M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O
Generally speaking, Elaine is not a “dumb hapless brunette with a trust fund” and she flaunts that fact to a boisterous confidence. Whilst her friends might dally in casual flirtations and spending their money without thinking Elaine is the inverse— fiscal, practical, and while she does like spending money given to her she does not think her parents are her personal bank and has a desire to prove to them that she deserves their affection and donations. She is very smart and wants to prove that she is the smartest in her family. Due to that determination Elaine has tackled language as a hobby since she was ten (she is fluent in Latin, German, and French; and has interest in adding Spanish, Mandarin Chinese, and Japanese to that list), and began overwhelmed with the history and culture of the arts since she was 13. When outside of her dorm room, Elaine is never seen without a book of some sort.
F A M I L Y - I S - F A M I L Y
Ж L E E C A R R I N G T O N
“He’s the person I admire the most and the person I hope to become.”
The phrase “Father Knows Best” is not just the name of a dated television show; for Elaine Carrington it is a phrase that is pretty much the equivalent of the written gospel. Elaine has absorbed three vital aspects of her father’s personality into her being— his relentless work ethic, icy cynicism, and sharp honesty. Initially bred out of a strong need to replicate her parents and impress them by living up to a standard no other Carrington could, this isn’t quite the case by this point in Elaine’s life. It is authentic and sincere. Whereas others would see such traits as negative it is Elaine who rejects the notion entirely as she frames her ideologies that such belief is ignorant nonsense of people who don’t really comprehend it properly. Such defense of her father’s ideals are natural of course; especially if you consider the fact that Elaine has looked up to her father since she was seven years old and has tried to gain his attention and praise since.
However, working hard to earn praise just means that harsh words from her father mean so much more to her. If her father were to ever lecture her, even with justification and logic, the weight of the words would surely knock her off her feet and crush her confidence— and Elaine knows it, a fact she frames into the understanding that she shouldn’t ever disappoint him in the first place in that case. Other people might write off Elaine’s relationship with her father on her end as “daddy worship” and while they would not be incorrect, it is certainly more complicated than that.
Lee Carrington is the tower that holds the Carrington’s up and the sun that gives them life.
Ж C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
“My mother is tenacious, cunning, and above all smart. People like to criticize her for it, but I reject such ignorance entirely.”
If Elaine Carrington’s father is the sun that brings life, her mother is the moon that watches over everything in darkness. As a child, Cassiopeia’s rigid, perfectionist, and distant nature did not alienate Elaine as some expect it should have and as a teenager Elaine has come to respect it. Her mother’s ideologies that mistakes should be corrected, quality should be desired, and your spirit should be able to take a few blows to the ego is something Elaine has kept in mind in her time away from her parents. Surprisingly Elaine has come out the complete opposite of her environment and her admiration for both of her parents instead of disdain is at the very least an interesting turn of events.
Whilst Elaine strived for her father’s praise and attention more as a child, she did not have an apathy for her mother’s opinions as she continuously tried to impress her and live by her example. If her mother needed to see 100% on every exam she took— then she would study to the point where no mistakes could possibly be made; though some might say Elaine’s innate talent for academics may have made that too easy. When Elaine didn’t make those 100% expectations she never cried or was disappointed when she was corrected. She knew she would do it better the second go around— incompetence would not be tolerated.
Elaine respects her mother and she refuses to allow people to speak ill of her or her methods.
Ж S A M A N T H A C A R R I N G T O N
“I’ve never met my eldest sister, and honestly I really don’t care to.”
The only thing Elaine knows about her eldest sister is what the press, blogs say about her— her parents are notoriously vague about her existence and Samantha has cut all ties to the point she really has no role in Elaine’s life. So really all Elaine knows is that she’s an artist who ran away from the family and what people online think of her and her work, but that’s about it. No real emotional bonds or opinions.
Ж A R T H U R C A R R I N G T O N
“The television producer. He wasn’t really around, he had his own life.”
A man with his own family, responsibilities, and obligations— but that doesn’t make Elaine absent of having an opinion about her older brother, Arthur. Considering his work as a television producer there were many ways to gather information online and an inquiry or two to her parents and caretakers would gather more of an understanding. Despite her unimpressed stance on Arthur she really has no negative or positive feelings in either direction and she feels that if he were to be a part of her life the deadline on that was thinning exponentially as she increased in age. She’s not sure if she respects him or not and adheres to an ambivalent shrug when the rare classmate asks her about him.
Ж G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N
“I’ve never met him, and nobody really talks about him. What’s there to know?”
Much like Samantha, the only thing Elaine knows about Gabriel is what she can overhear and what she can read— and unlike Samantha there isn’t a whole lot of the latter. Considering he has cut ties to the family and has lacked a prolific success for Elaine to research online (by comparison) she has no way of really knowing how she feels about Gabriel. He’s a stranger with the Carrington name stamped on.
Ж M A T H I A S C A R R I N G T O N
“The doctor— the little I know of him seems appropriate. If what they say is true then Emile can learn a lot from him.”
In Elaine’s eyes it is quite possible that Mathias is the most prolific of her siblings and the most practical. However, as is expected Elaine doesn’t have much of an opinion on them beyond that he wasn’t a complete coward like Gabriel or Samantha who cut ties with the family outright. There’s enough of a man to respect, though he never really created much of a relationship with his youngest sister either. She doesn’t blame him for it— his job is a taxing one and he has priorities to take care of.
Ж C H A R L E S C A R R I N G T O N
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Ж E S T H E R C A R R I N G T O N
“From what I know, I never would have liked her. She left when I was quite young.”
Often referred to by Carrington caretaking staff as “the troublemaker”, the bits Elaine has heard and read about Esther is pretty much distasteful and unflattering. Elaine has never had the problems Esther has and thus believes herself to be “above” such a person who would flirt with unsavory habits and issues. Of course it is true that Elaine doesn’t know the complete and unabridged story as she hasn’t had a meaningful dialogue with Esther which is unsurprising considering she was six years old when Esther was sixteen and going through the motions of her rebellious and confused phases of life, and things didn’t much change by the time Esther left.
It is assuredly a shame Elaine thinks so little of her sister, but given her train of thought and the lack of a relationship with her at all it is not unsurprising.
Ж N A T H A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N
“My brother tries. He fails, but at least he tries. I feel like that eventually he’ll get it right.”
Elaine was nine years old when Nathaniel left for college, so her relationship with him is admittedly loose— though unlike other members of her family Nathaniel has returned to the family home on occasion and in turn has some relevant form of relations with Elaine. Though due to his personality Elaine has always found him obtuse at best, though he is in favorable terms for her all the same.
Ж I N D I A N A C A R R I N G T O N
“I love my sister, I never really understood why she left but it is what it is.”
Out of all of the Carrington siblings, Indiana was probably the closest Elaine could be to any of them and as such by Elaine is considered #3 on her list of Carrington’s she values to any amount. Gifted in music, it was clear that Indiana took time out of her own life to strengthen Elaine’s interest in classical compositions even if, at that point of time, she was only learning to garner attention. There is a fondness with Indiana that Elaine still holds onto even though she left around Elaine’s tenth birthday— the reasons being never fully explained to Elaine. Nonetheless, Elaine still tries to keep in contact with her sister through social media and the occasional phone-call. She’s sure that Indiana doesn’t want to tell her the complete reality of what her life is and she respects that. In a lot of ways Indiana is the family member to respect after their parents in Elaine’s eyes.
She is confident that she’ll be close with Indiana for a long time.
Ж E M I L E C A R R I N G T O N
“My brother is quiet, always thinking, and kind; but he doesn’t have the gall to tell people how he actually feels.”
The closest in Elaine’s age of the Carrington children, and by far one of the closer relationships she has had within the family barring her parents— though it is far from perfect. #4 on Elaine’s list of Carrington’s she values, it is clear that Elaine has a great fondness for her brother even if she finds some of his habits weak and problematic. Her positive reflections of her brother is generally tied to his interest in making sure she recovered when she fell ill; whether it was something minute like influenza or something more dire, Emile seemed to be the first to make sure she was okay, and it is with the sympathy that she learned to not be completely stoic.
Despite that there comes the assertion that Elaine believes Emile to use “thinking” as an excuse of not saying anything and is too scared to actually tell the truth. Not exactly the best relationship.
S T R A N G E R S - & - F R I E N D S
Ж P I P E R C H A P I N
“Third romantic relationship in my life. So far my batting average is pretty low, but I’m hoping this’ll be different.” |
2,687 | 61 | 6 | 560 | 1,409 | some Greek boy band or something…Esther Carrington_____Divani Apollon Suites, Athens, Greece
7:59 PM (EEST)/10:59AM (MST), the day before Esther Carrington awoke with eyes as red as the setting sun.
She always awoke a few minutes earlier than whatever companion she had taken for the evening prior. Call it a special skill, maybe. She always knew when to wake just when she’d be alone-- perhaps it was a trick of her mind, attempting to get her to reflect on her actions.
Whatever it was, she awoke to a very disheveled hotel room. Two walls of windows and balcony railings-- high up enough that no one had bothered with drapes or blinds-- the great blue aegean sea was the only witness to what she’d been getting up to last night, or, as the setting sun seemed to imply, this morning.
The other two walls were covered with a generic hotel pattern of beige and pearl diamonds. Something about the pattern bothered her, the room was cultured by untouched paintings of ships and sea monsters, and a TV that had apparently gotten into a fight.
Judging by the knife sticking through it’s thin, black membrane, it lost.
Esi sat up in the bed-- large enough to have ample space for 5… no, 6 people, including her, as it were. Her hair fell disheveled across her face. Her body, nude, glistened like honey in the orange light of the early evening with sweat and alcohol. Around her, four men lay about in various states of undress, most of them complete strangers to her, nuzzled against her thigh was a woman from one of her record labels-- one of her agents? Or her manager? Or her a managing agent? Or some assistant to them? Actually… Despite working with the woman for years, she didn’t know who she was at all.
The fluids that housed her brain felt toxic, she had to turn her head slowly in her observance of wherever the hell she’d decided to fall asleep, lest she disturb her hangover. She saw herself in the massive mirror before her-- so that was why she was glistening… Her eyes widened behind a curtain of hair, she tilted her head at the sight.
She crawled forward, eliciting a few annoyed snores from her bedmates, the blonde woman fondling her snorted, and turned into a cocoon of white silk. Two of the Greek men altogether fell out of the bed, coming to snuggle pillows against the blue sea pattern carpeted floors. Whatever they’d taken, they were coming down they didn’t even flinch as they *thudded* against the floor.
Esi, meanwhile, closed her eyes in faux pain as she made the effort to transition from infant, crawling across the golden comforted sheets of the bed, into a walking adult. Blackness was all she could deal with-- the world was coming in too fast, the light breath of the people around her was like a cacophony of horrid noise in her sensitive ears.
Taking in a deep breath, she griped onto the edge of the bed, swinging her bare legs around to dangle over the edge. She opened her eyes, slowly.
Huh...
So, she hadn’t been hallucinating? Her body was covered in glitter and paint, each color of the rainbow, swirling to meet the other in some abstract piece across her body. Beneath her eyes were black tears and above her breast, apparently, she had gotten an intricate tattoo of a ram’s head. Laying in front of the mirror, out of sight before, lay a beautiful brown Italian pony, sleeping on it’s side, with an ice cream cone glue to it’s head-- and a pink pig with the the word ‘MOM’ painted in a blood red on the side, around them, a nest of empty champagne bottles. Esi half sighed, half laughed in realization.
Fuuuuuuck.
“Mmm…” The blonde behind her stirred, “Esi…?”
"Yeah?" Esi, for her part, was already up, or rather, attempting to stand as straight as she could-- she made her way over to the closet. She had to place a hand on her head at the stress induced by hearing the sound of her own voice, she moved from drawer to drawer on desks and counters, opening them-- clearly searching, "What’s up?"
The woman moved slowly, adjusting herself so that she rested her head on her hand, posing herself like some Victorian woman leaning against a fainting chair. “What are you looking for?”
Esi’s chuckle couldn’t have been drier than the practical cough she gave at this question, "My passport, actually. Clothes would be nice… my purse… oh, and some water! Water is lovely!" At this, she stumbled over to the kitchen area, and began drinking from the tap.
The woman laughed without mirth, “They’re probably in your room.”
"Myyy r-r-rooom…" She said, gurgling water, then paused, "This isn’t my room?"
“No.”
Esi narrowed her eyes, "Then who’s…"
The woman had already pulled out her phone, dialing some chaperone from the label, “It’ll come back to you-- last night you said you didn’t want me to let you crash in your own room-- you didn’t even want to be in the same building. Apparently you’d already packed up all the things you needed and didn’t want to risk burning anything,”
"Good thinking, past me…" Esi half whispered to herself, as an aside.
“So we hung out with these guys,” The blonde stretched her arms, “Apparently they’re some Greek boy band or something… you’ve given them a few beats in the past, apparently they’ve been selling well, so the label wanted me to show them a good time, so it was a win/win.”
Esi’s eyes flicked from each of their bodies-- interesting, how she remembered nothing about them now, "Huh." In a few hours she’d remember them in lewd detail.
“Anyway.” The woman fell back in the bed, “You should shower and get dressed. A limo will be here to pick you up in a few minutes.”
Years of drinking had enabled Esther to work through her hangovers with surprising aplomb, she suddenly recalled the woman’s name, as she tip-toed over to the shower, around the sleeping boys, "Thanks, Louise."
“What time is your flight?” She replied mechanically, no doubt inputting something in some calendar on her phone.
"Pfftt." Esi giggled with a shrug, "I lost the ones my Father sent me months ago… I figured I’d just get some at the airport." road, Colorado
2:22PM (MST)
Esi felt her lungs expand as the warmth spread through her body. Smoke filled the interior of the car, as it poured out of her barely parted lips. Her irises here wide-- but her eyes were clear and white, she had eye-drops and perfume prepared. But she needed this last release before she descended unto the depths of Carrington hell.
The past 30 hours, half spent in the air, had been a wonderful opportunity to reflect on what it was she was doing, what this all meant to her. She’d been laid over for 6 hours, and spent most of that time hiding away in a restroom stall, crying. Her nonchalant facade was cracking rapidly as she realized how horrified she was of seeing her family.
Ignoring the complicated emotions she harbored towards her mother and father, she was in a state of mild panic about how her family might react to her. Emile, in particular-- but fuck, who knew? Maybe they all hated her at this point? She couldn’t blame them, she certainly got lucky enough to hate. A lucky disappointment, if she’d believe her mother.
Why hadn’t she drank more? It would have made all this so much easier. Even she wasn’t far gone enough to seriously ask herself that question. She knew why she was doing this. Why come here at all? She wanted to tell herself that she knew that too.
“Sooo…..” Said the Uber driver, after a coughing fit. He was some pale skinned White guy with a thick moustache and and long brown hair that reminded her of some unclassified wild animal-- a bit like her own.
He glanced over at her-- she was clearly a foreigner to Colorado’s winters. She wore brown leather boots, bright baby blue skinny jeans, and an expensive looking, over-sized varsity jacket, the only reasonable thing she wore for this weather was a scarf, but it was some thin white thing, clearly more for fashion than practicality.
Busty, but not overly so, with long legs-- crossed right now. Her eyes were hidden to him behind blocky, black sunglasses the woman’s, her name was Esther, Esther’s face was pretty enough-- she looked like an off-brand Mila Kunis otherwise, although despite the upward curve of her lips, she seemed sadder. Something about her seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place where he’d seen her before.
“Not from around here?” He finally said, breaking the silence.
"Not so much, no," She took another toke, "Fuuuuck… I’m that obvious?"
The man laughed, “Lady-- it looks like you’ve never experienced a winter in your life!”
She welcomed the distraction, and a shift in her face occurred, something about her smile became more genuine, "Would you believe me if I said I’d been avoiding this shit weather for the past ten years?"
The man waved his hand to clear his vision of the smoke, his coughs and laughs became one, “No shit? Not a fan huh? How’d you pull that anyway?”
She laughed, "Money, mostly." She shook her head, "Nah… sorry, I mean, I usually just move somewhere warmer whenever shit starts getting too cool for me, always a demand for DJs on a crowded beach..."
The driver slammed his hands against the wheel, “Fuck!” He looked over to a mildly surprised Esi, “I knew I recognized your name!” He rolled his eyes, “Esther Carrington,” he said to himself in a mocking tone, “You’re that Esi guy, aren't you?”
Esi shrugged, taking another drag, as if to say ’If you say so, man.’
“Don’t give me that!” The Driver said, “I knew I recognized you from somewhere-- my kid loves you! I even listened to some of your stuff with her, you’re like Daft Punk from back in the day.”
Esi blushed, "That’s really sweet," as the car came to a stop at a light, she passed the blunt to the man.
“Hey,” he said, in between tokes, “Do you think I could get an autograph?”
"For a fan?" He handed her the blunt, "With a dad as cool as you? Driving in this weather? Sure man, whatever you need."
“Amazing, thanks.”
"No prob, Bob." Esi’s eyes narrowed at the familiarity of her surroundings, even through the smoke and snow, she knew where she was, she felt the nerves try to creep back in.
Fuck.
“So, Esi,” The driver said, looking around, “You never gave me more than a general address, where am I dropping you off?”
"We’re close," She sighed, tossing the roach out the window, "I’m going to the Carrington WInter Lodge." WInter Lodge, Colorado
3:53PM (MST)
A maid opened the door.
“Hello Esther, it’s been awhile!” If Esther was to be completely honest-- she didn’t recognize this woman at all. She was an employee in service of Cassiopeia Carrington, though, and that meant she had one of the highest human tolerances for BS possible. As far Esther was concerned, that earned the woman all the respect in the world.
"Yeah..." She entered slowly, allowing the familiar grand interior return to her memory, "This place hasn’t changed at all…"
“Neither have you!” The woman and a few of her helpers took her two suitcases from her, “You mother requested you show almost 2 hours ago!”
Esi shrugged, "Fashionably late!" taking off her coat, she declined the offer to have taken to a rack, and instead tied the arms around her waist. "I thought I knew the directions, and I ended up making this poor guy drive in circles for hours..." She stopped herself, realizing she was already espousing embarrassing detail, "So, where‘s everyone anyway?"
“Your mother is in her room, preparing to address everyone…” The maid though for a moment, “your father may still be in his study.”
"That sounds like a place he’d be." Esther continued walking.
“Your siblings have all had an opportunity to get settled into their quarters…”
Esi suddenly turned on the woman, "No one’s taken my old room, right?" She asked with the enthusiasm of a school girl.
“N-no.”
"Gucci." Her pace increased, "I mostly just wanna drop my shit off though, I figure you guys worked really hard getting everything all clean, me settling’ll just ruin that."
“If you say so ma’am…”
Esi rolled her eyes, "Mother is ma’am,” she said, “I’m the no good delinquent who never grew up-- Esther works fine if you don’t like Esi."
The maid laughed as the pair came to her old room, a mess of Wu-Tang and Nirvana posters. It even smelled like stale weed. She briefly wondered if her old stash was still any good, before deciding against it-- opting instead to simply change into more relaxed wear.
Entering the hallways again, she found herself alone, in the place she had been trying to escape from for such a long time…
"Shit…" | ♬ n a m e
Esther Cassidy Erasmus Carrington
Goes by Esi (pronounced "Essie")
♬ a g e
26
♬ g e n d e r
Cis-female
♬ o c c u p a t i o n ( s )
Record producer, DJ, & dancer
♬ s e x u a l i t y
Heteroflexible
♬ r e l a t i o n s h i p ( s )
Engaged in various sexual and romantic relationships. (open)
♬ f a m i l y
N/A (open)
♬ a p p e a r a n c e
Height: 5'6" (167.64cm)
Weight: 152.4lbs; (69.13kg)
B/W/H: 36/28/40 (92/71/102cm)
Dress Size: 10 US; 40 EU
Simple Physical Description: Esi is a tan, full-figured woman, wearing a permanent smirk, with dark eyes and unkempt brown hair. She tends to wear expensive designer outfits that look to cost very little, and typically contrasts understated greys and blacks with pastel blues, pinks and neon colors, she is impartial to thin sweaters, shorts, and jewelry. Her father didn’t leave much of himself in her, save for her nose.
Esi looks like someone who is planning something mischievous. People will often think ‘cute,’ ‘precocious,’ perhaps ‘pensive,’ ‘friendly,’ or ‘smug’ before thinking that she is beautiful. While she’d undoubtedly an attractive women, granted with natural physical assets, and pretty face, she’ll always looks more like a friend than a model.
Standing at 5’6’’, Esi looks like the stoner next door. Her hair is always unkempt, she’s always finding something to giggle about, carries herself like someone actually high, she's completely out of shape, and her dark eyes seem to gaze past whatever is in front of her and see the world differently. Perhaps for what it is.
It’s undeniable that Esi’s fashion sense is largely derived from her father’s own sense of casual wear, although corrupted to fit the public image a rising international musician might exude. Esi mostly wears similarly tame, dark sweaters and t-shirts that are much more expensive than they appear-- the T-shirts typically silk and advertising some obscure Easter Bloc movie or exclusive Korean band, and the sweaters, typically thin and more designed for fashion than practical use.
To contrast that conservative trait gained from her father, she wears on her lower half, exclusively some combination of bright pastel colored shorts or skirts, jackets, and sandals. A favorite jacket of hers currently is a pink lined lettermen jacket that is far too large for her body-- It has a snarling red tiger stitched into the back, and the words “dandelion killer” embroidered in English and Japanese on the right breast.
It’s a former Yakuza jacket. She bought it as a party for almost $100,000.
Kali Uchis - Loner ♬ Beyoncé - 7/11 ♬
♬ p e r s o n a l i t y
Esi has gone about a life wearing many masks-- there’s all sorts of masks for her career, Esi the hot new indie musician, Esi Carrington the up-and-coming freshmen producer, Esi C. the DJ all across Europe and the Caribbean, Ess the back-up dancer to stars who actually earned their fame… then there was Esi the lover, often confused with Esi the slut, there were of course dropout Esi, turnt Esi, stoner Esi, druggie Esi and the Esi who parties hard, they usually made out in a single mask. All of these masks make up the person she tries to exude today.
She strives to present herself to the world as a stark contrast to her mother, the parent she felt hurt her the most, who seems to suck mirth from the life marrow of any room that she may enter. To contrast this, Esi has cultivated the type of personality… or rather, something deeper than that, she’s cultivated an aura that has an almost drug-like effect to those around her. She’s chill-- a gifted conversationalist despite mostly listening to others, and someone most people will want around as a friend within a few minutes of meeting.
It’s easy enough to see why, her near-constant smirk can make one feel fuzzy inside, while her dark eyes seem to be able to pierce whatever difference she has with anyone, making people feel she genuinely understands and cares.
A joker and druggie, Esi seems to walk with an almost drunken swagger, and is never far away from wine or lean-- to say she clumsily stumbles about is a mistake, however. Speaking with her, you may laugh at her jokes and sailor’s mouth, and feel hypnotized her overwhelming charisma and charm-- but below that, what most can detect is a certain calculation. This calculation is sad, and it signifies that this is not the complete Esi-- there is a duality to the masks she wears, with ones she hides beneath.
But who, you may ask, is Esi beneath the masks?
Esther. The doting daughter. The classically trained pianist, cellist, and violinist. The privately taught ballet student. The loner. The disappointing private school student and brilliant orchestra multi-instrumentalist. The druggie. Esther, heiress of the Carrington name and family fortune.
She’s insecure-- her biggest fears are loneliness and her own hypocrisy. She wants nothing more than to be able to not think about the world, how she was raised in it by such damaging people, and how she feels she owes virtually all of her success and company she keeps to them-- if not their money, which she often refused to use when she was younger and establishing herself-- then to their family name and its influence.
She’s been a slacker her whole life-- but the lessons in ballet and classical music she was pushed into taking by her mother once she showed an interest opened her up to her biggest passions in life and she wouldn’t have even pursued her career in music without the push. Her name was the reason she graduated High School early-- when she should have been held back. Her name guaranteed her a place in practically any University she applied to-- despite apathy towards scholastic endeavors.
Her parents, and their blind pursuance of wealth have made her hate her name.
Deep down, she hates herself for not renouncing it completely, just the thought of it makes her sick. So she doesn’t think about it-- she drowns herself, in music, in whatever company she can find, in drugs, in sex, in anything. So long as she doesn’t need to think of herself.
♬ l i k e s
(in order of importance) Clubs, Music & Dancing
Party drugs (MDMA, LSD, DMT, Shrooms)
Motorbike racing
Clothes & Jewelry
Beaches
Flashing lights
Abstract concepts
Sleeping in late
An organized selection of herbal tea
Crêpes
♬ d i s l i k e s
(in order of importance) Loneliness
Hypocrisy
Most technology, and her inability to "Get it."
Narcissists and those overly concerned with material wealth
Violence
Intolerance
The Cold
Pollen and Bees
♬ h i s t o r y
Esi, born Esther Cassidy Erasmus Carrington to Cassiopeia and Lee of the infamous Carrington name was a quiet and docile young girl in her youth. It has been said she didn’t even give her mother pain during birth, although there has been no confirmation of this rumor on Cassiopeia’s part. She grew up largely insulated from the world around her, school and vactions were her only exposure to life outside of her family’s bubble, her own growing insecurity in her self worth made connecting to people difficult for her from a young age. It felt, for much of her younger life, the only genuine interaction she had with other humans was with the private tutors she saw to help her studies (an issue from a young age), the occasional sight of her parents, and her siblings.
Life was like this for Carrington children until age 7-- that age, at least for Esi, was when she made her growing interest in music piqued the attention of her mother. She can recall her excitement in the beginning-- she was getting attention from her mother and exclusive lessons. Piano, percussion, woodwinds-- everything a classically train orchestra student could want to know, she had access to. Esi’s musical prowess became the complete focus of her life, and the years leading up to her time in High School were laser focused by Cassiopeia towards training her daughter to become a competent instrumentalist.
That what made her happy seemed to make her mother happy made young Esi feel that she needed to tell herself that it increased her enjoyment, and made her happy. But Her first mental break was at 14-- 3 months into starting High School. They came and went, and with her panic attacks as frequent as they were, she found herself isolated from her peers and felt further alienated from her family.
“I won’t pretend smoking a blunt at 15 was some magical fucking seance that fixed everything,” She laughs, “But I will say it helped me calm my shit down, I actually found friends-- sure I was a burn out, but the shit was fun.”
To cope with the ramping stresses of life; disappointment in her grades, the musical expectations of her mother, and her general lack of camaraderie-- she turned to self-medication, and experimenting with drugs-- weed at first, before slowly discovering the Californian nightclub scene and expanding ehr psychedelic horizons. It was around this time that her interest in classical music began to wane, and she took to producing music on 808 drum machines, keyboards, and other electronic means. Eventually DJing for small local clubs as a freelancer, and even joining a garage band in her school’s ‘druggie scene.’
Her parents, for their part, were generally receptive to her change in interests, and even encouraged the mild success her band was beginning to see. However, as Esther-- now going by Essie or Esi-- was beginning to learn, all good things must come to an end. During her Junior year in High School her full drug habits had come to light. They were aware of her penchant for weed almost immediately after she had picked up the habit-- but as the discovered through whatever means they used to learn things about their children-- they found a gram of DMT in her room.
A single dumb mistake resulted in her social life effectively being shut down. She was watched intently from dawn to dusk, and given regular drug tests. She had felt somewhat close to her father before the incident, and although she had many negative feelings towards her mother, she still loved her for enabling her to do what she loved well. She felt as though that relationship disappeared after her experimentation with party favors came to light. Her life was managed-- even after she graduated from school. She spent the rest of her teens proving herself to be responsible and worthy of the Carrington name.
She was accepted into UC Irvine on some music scholarship, and spent her first few years continuing to prove herself to be her parent’s child. Focusing on the technical aspects of production and sound engineering-- only sneaking in parties when she was absolutely certain her parent;s didn’t have some agent staring at her. When she was 20, she had built enough trust to have her leash finally cut. Nearly immediately after this, she was having a going away party for her transfer to the University of Milan, entered an academic hiatus, and focused on finding as many parties and connections to restart her DJing career.
Logically, she used her family’s influence to begin DJing for large fashion shows in MIlan, giving her a stepping stone to begin producing electronic music for artists in Western Europe proper. After a few years spent on and off in school, establishing herself in the Milan nightclub scene, and with the taste of travel fresh on her palette, southern Asia became her next conquest-- she dropped out of University and began traveling. This time using own connections to secure a foothold for herself as a kind of indie-electronic producer.
She’s since lived most of her life on the move, increasing her slight fame, touring Asia and Europe as she can, and making beats and collaborating with whatever artist will have her. She does live in America-- she owns a townhouse in Puerto Rico, bought proudly with her own money-- where she keeps her growing record collection and hosts her own house parties.
♬ m i s c
Esi can speak Spanish on a near fluent level and speaks passing Korean
Has a one winged dove tattooed over her right breast
Hasn't seen her parents or actually set foot on mainland US soil since she was sent away
Has been sporadically taking vocal lessons
Esi's favorite band is Radiohead
TOKiMONSTAxJonny Pierce - Giving Up ♬ Jhené Aiko - 3:16am ♬
~Family~
Lee~
"Maybe... I don't know, like, maybe I'm fucked up here, but I feel like we used to be close. I wonder what happened?"
Esi thinks of her father as a shrewd businessman first, and a father who showed his affection through his allowing her to exist second. She resents him, but she does love him, deep down, and this is confusing for her. She can't forget when, as a child, she'd play him a song on her clarinet-- something she'd worked on, while waiting for the next chance she could actually interact with her parents, and the slight curve upwards in his cheek as he would tussle her hair and congratulate her.
Part of her was always chasing that feeling. From him, and perhaps from the world. She supposed the other part of her was angry he didn't do more to reach out to her-- although Esi is certain it has something to do with the shrew he married.Cassiopeia~
"<audible hiss>"
If there is one thing that Esi feels she hates in the world, it's Cassiopeia. She felt targeted and antagonized by her mother throughout her childhood. Feeling as though that the pressure her mother placed on her-- while maybe well meaning, as her mother clearly wanted her to be the best at what she loved-- was simply too much pressure for her. Esi doesn't feel unloved by her mother-- she knows that the cold pushing to succeed and the strong reaction to her drug habits came from a place of love. It's just that, for Esi, she feels that love is completely toxic.
Esther respects her mother-- maybe even feels that love at a less toxic distance. But she does not like her one bit.Sammy~
"I think she's my favorite."
Esi doesn't say that lightly-- she admires Sam more than she ever could her actual mother. Sam did what Esther wished she had the strength to do at 18. She left, and then she made a name for herself without the cancer that is the Carrington name. The love and respect Esi has toward Sam for actually pulling this off is near infinite.
Her love of abstract works actually came from seeing Sam's work in some art magazine her father had left on a coffee table when she was younger. She's since been the highest bidder on a few of Sam's later, more abstract works.
She wishes the two were closer, and worries about her, but knows how it is.Arther~
" He married the straight version of Sam, sans baggage-- Ahahaha!! I wonder if he's, like, Melissa's trophy husband, or something."
I was never particularly close to Arthur-- although I'm sure if he was around I convinced him to buy me shit when I was younger. I dunno man.
Gabe~
"Neeeerrd. What kinda fucking loser, from a family as rich as ours, CHOOSES to go into the army? Hahaha, oh man."
Truth be told, Esi is going to give Gabe a lot of shit-- she doesn't agree with his decision to join the armed forces. She's ideologically opposed to all kinds of conflict, yet, she does respect him. More than he'll ever know. She knows he's lost a lot, and resents the world for taking it from him.
Her calls, albeit rare (once a year or so) are about 90% her chiding him and giving him shit, and 10% her displaying that she does genuinely care for him deeply.Art~
"He's like Dad, if Dad could laugh."
Esi never hung out with Art much-- but she was one of the first people he explained that fucking nick name to-- that 'He's a work of art.' Truthfully, Esi can't disagree with that assessment-- he might not make as much money as she does, but he saves lives in a very real way, much more than 'your music touched me,' anyway. He reminds her of father, but a funny, narcissist father, instead of the stoic businessman the Carrington children have come to love.
Esi considers herself on good terms with Art, they call every now and then-- although she's sure he vents to his wife about her afterward. That thought makes her laugh. He's always one of the first to receive free tickets to one of her larger gigs. Esi hopes he remembers her in his Nobel Peace Prize speech.Char char~
"My brother. A fellow outsider! I was always the troublemaker in the family, which set me at odds with basically everyone-- he was more of a... I don't know, an outsider outsider. Even when I wanted nothing but to smoke and play with my band, I was always a Carrington. I was always confident, I always had a perfectionism about me... but Char char seemed like... I don't know, different, and that set him apart, too."
Nathan~
"Easily, without effort, the coolest Carrington."
Hope he's down to hang for a little bit when this goes down, he's one of the people I'm looking forward to having as a buffer to avoid 1 on 1's with mother. This is all assuming he actually shows up and he's not getting some poet laureate thing or something, haha.
Indie~
"This is why I dropped classical, man. No growth potential."
Esi spends more time than she might care to admit about Indie. In a similar way Sam did, Indie left and tried to make it on her own merits completely, and even though she has no logical reason to, she feels guilt that it hasn't worked out as well for her.
Esi and Indie are only three years apart, in terms of age, only Nathan was closer-- and Indie was a girl. They were always going to be close, even if only out of necessity. Their shared interest in music couldn't have been a coincidence, and Esi remembers going to music lessons with her younger sister. Indie was always better at... any instrument she attempted. Esi recalls her affinity for the strings, not even feeling jealous, but just asking how she could become as good.
Look at them now.
Esi feels that Indie is the best Carrington musician-- and one of the most beautiful violinist's she'd ever heard, Carrington or not. She's got connections that could help her, but Esi is worried that Indie resents her for becoming such a bad influence when they were younger, and if an offer would only worsen the resentment.
They email and occasionally text-- never call.
Emi~
"Heavy shit. Short story; I suck. I fucking suck and I fucked up a nice thing we had going on."
Long story; so Esther, in her infinite wisdom, decided some time ago that she'd at least try to take a more active role in her younger siblings life. She's utterly aware she isn't the best influence, but she figured it'd be better than feeling suffocated by a general lack of affection all the time. She figured she'd offer for her teenage siblings invitations to wherever she was during summer vacation, or other breaks-- friends could come, complete freedom-- she half expected her parents to just crumple the letters up before anyone could read him. But apparently they didn't-- and apparently Emi (he hates that nickname) actually wanted to take her up on her offer.
It started off pleasant enough, he'd visit her in whatever apartment she was in, maybe bringing along a few friends, more often than not alone though. Beach going and parties were common-- although after her shows they'd always go to some bar, since Emi's vice of choice was the firewater. Things were nice.
Nice things don't last in a Carrington child's life.
She doesn't remember much about the night itself-- what cocktail of chemicals was pulsing through her veins when it happened. But she does remember Emi pulling her off some fan who had said something to set her off-- she remembered bleeding, Emi getting the two back to her apartment and making sure she didn't die. Whatever he had learned about being a nurse saved her life that night, she's sure of it.
He wasn't angry when she eventually came to, he just said he didn't want to spend all his time worrying about her, and that was that. That was a wake up call, for sure-- they haven't really spoken since, and Esi's been agonizing over seeing him.
Elaine~
"Who?"
No, seriously. That's not a jab, but Esi seriously doesn't remember having a younger sibling than Emile. She only keeps tracks of so many of her older ones, she's got even less incentive to keep track of the ones she needs to watch her tongue around.
Esther, deep down, wants to have a closer relationship with all of her siblings-- they'd never been a close-knit family, but that was only because the "glue" of their family unit, their parents, seemed to drive everyone off. Unfortunately in separate directions, because they'd be the best at supporting each other. Esi would want to get to know her, but would probably hesitate, she's aware how bad of an influence she can be. |
2,688 | 61 | 7 | 273 | 142 | Great Shipwreck of Life-IAMX
The sun greeted itself by barging through the windows; windows that extended from the high ceilings to the shining wood floors. A handsome man is propped up on a chair, leaning on his kitchen nook. The kitchen is modern and chic; everything but mediocre. Really the whole penthouse could be labeled as awfully extravagant, everything is stylish and substantial. Mathias felt indifferent to this purchase, he didn't dislike it nor did he love it.
Sipping on some fruity tea --was gifted to him by a kind co-worker-- He actually didn't hate it. Expecting a tropical punch children's drink he instead got a strong tea with appropriate hints of fruit. Today is the day he'll meet a new patient, he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of her name. Dorothy Cumberbottom. He needed a laugh, even if it was one for a childish reason. The client is recently having heart problems, her family saying she had a few heart attacks. It was idiotic and plain ignorant for them to wait this long, but Art accepted on greeting her into the hospital.
Taking another drink of his tea he glanced over at an envelope that is sealed by a blood red wax. It's the letter he received from his parents, for a family gathering. He remembers the night he took it from the mail box and thinking it was a letter from his wife or a bonus paycheck. After reading it he couldn't help but bawl, not because he was scared to meet not only his merciless parents that raised him and also his many siblings, but he was overcome with happiness and joy to speak to his family, not through phone but in one house. Granted he didn't keep in contact with any of them and as children he barely interacted with most but he still loves them.
Extending his arm to reach the envelope his fingers also lengthened to touch the wax. Grazing his fingers on top he pulled it closer towards himself. Staring down at the wax, "I have to get to work." He sighed rising from his chair and gathering his things. Before leaving his home he looked back at the letter, a smirk grew on his face as he closed his front door.
Little Garçon-Born Ruffians
Today is December 21st
Exiting his penthouse he called up Cheyenne, one of the few contacts he has on his phone. He was calling to tell her he's taking his leave to the cabin, asking if she could hire someone to watch over his home. She agreed, "But don't be surprised if anything goes missing." Chey joked mischievously causing Mathias to chuckle. "Oh, don't you worry. I already have a suspect." He replied his smile permanent as his wife giggled softly. There was a silence as he stayed on the phone, already going to the garage to drive off.
"I miss you. I really do." Softly and a bit shaken the female whispered into the phone. Mathias froze on the steps, she started to whimper and he could hear her delicate winces.
"I miss you too, darling." He said clearly before he got choked up, forcing himself not to cry in public. Where is this coming from? And why now? She regained herself, inhaling and exhaling before speaking, "I want you here, I want us to be together. But--" Pausing briefly she continued, "I don't want our family to be like this anymore. Work at the moment is steady and nothing major has come up. I-I'm ready to live together, I'm ready to be your wife and be seen in public together. But if you're not, I understand."
Silence.
Mathias' mind was wondering, rapid thoughts bundled up with one another. Opening his mouth all he could mutter out was, "I feel the same." It was weak and lacking in emotion, he has to add onto it. "It was ridiculous to live apart for this long over petty rumors and work. I want my children and my wife with me through everything." He concluded with a sigh.
They agreed on moving in with each other after he leaves the family reunion. Exchanging their goodbye's and I love you's; then rudely being interrupted by their twins crying in the background. "They're saying they can't wait to see you again." Chey said and then standing up from whatever chair she was on.
"Tell them I can't wait either."
"You got it. Kisses!" Smooching into the phone she giggled sounding like an adolescent girl. Mathias laughed in the lobby of his building, blushing and gaining stares from a couple standing near the front desk.
"Kisses."
And the phone call ended with that.
Finally entering his car he didn't cry like he expected to happen. Instead he grinned stupidly, pulling his luscious, wavy hair back he sighed before turning on his radio. An opera cd played, he bought this a while back, he doesn't know the singers but he loves listening to it while driving. Reversing out of the garage he made his way to the airport; it's going to be a extensive plane ride, Maine to Colorado but he was prepared.
The plane ride wasn't pleasant or even tedious. It was just dreadful. The plane was fancy and sanitary, with the tasty snacks and other dishes. Televisions were set on the back of the head rest for entertainment and the seats were cushion-like and reclined back. However, the people were the problem. Mathias was seated next to a man who was very talkative and obnoxious, rambling about picking up some ladies and getting drunk with some friends. He was a young man, not a day over the drinking age, and had mediocre looks that would label him as "Nice looking" He was obviously rich and loved to brag about every merchandise and trinket he owned.
Everyone else on the plane had their own redeeming qualities, but Art didn't care, they were all just annoying. After the plane he was escorted to his limo and taken to the lodge, he didn't hesitate to pour a glass of water.
He knew the driver was going to make pep talk but he didn't feel like chatting.
"So, why are you here in Colorado, Mr.Carrington?"
"Visiting family." Blunt reply, hoping the driver will stop in his tracks.
"For the holidays? Colorado is--"
"Listen, I'm sorry if I come off as rude or impolite, but I would really appreciate it if we didn't speak. Because really, I'm not in the mood for meaningless conversations."
The driver looked into the rear-view mirror at Mathias, Art stared back with no remorse. He was an older gentleman, maybe late thirties early forties. Not glaring at Art for disrespecting him but just staring at him blankly and then quickly looking back at the road, "Understood, Mr.Carrington." He spoke monotony.
The rest of the car ride was serene, which Mathias enjoyed because he could begin reading one of his books he brought with him. The book is horror, mystery base which are his favorite themes in a novel. Arriving at the lodge he was already past the median of the book; he's a fast reader. He assisted the driver when retrieving his luggage from the back of the car, but quickly stopped by staff as they took his bags. A maid came to his side, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr.Carrington." She greeted with a welcoming smile. Mathias remembers her, she was one of his favorite maids when he was younger. She helped with his homework when he needed it, played doctor with him and even prank the other maids.
"You don't have to speak so formally to me, Rebecca, it feels odd. You can call me Mathias." He doesn't know why he called her Rebecca, it just appeared in his mind. But since she didn't oppose, that must be her name.
"Now you know neither of your parents would be fond of that," She looked up at him, "Mr.Carrington." She included his name to be playful and silly. They both smiled at each other, then another staff member took him inside the lodge. Rebecca had other duties to tend to, which disappointed Mathias. All the memories he had here started to come back to him, running around the lodge, waiting to go outside and play in the cold and running back inside to drink hot chocolate and read. He felt bad for his younger siblings that most likely won't remember much.
The maid guided Mathias to his old bedroom, "Here is your room, sir. Mr.Carrington is in his study while Mrs.Carrington is situated in her room." She explained.
"Well I won't bother them just yet, I'll wander around inside for a bit. Maybe even go out and build a snowman, give him a carrot nose and sing him a song." He laughed, the maid smiled dully which made him sigh, "You can take your leave." The maid nodded and left without a trace. He turned his attention to his door, a "Keep out!" sigh was planted onto it, but that didn't stop him.
Walking into his room he felt immense nostalgia, his posters displayed were the human body with sharpie markings and notes written on them. Zombie posters --He was a huge zombie fan, he still is--, with one astronomy poster above his bed frame, his desk is neat with pencil holders, note pads and other school supplies in their containers. In the corner his violin case and flute laid next to each other, with his stand to rest papers on. The windows brought in the natural light and he could view the snow as it fell on the forest floor. He missed this. He sat on his bed watching the staff bring in his luggage, when the last one arrived he took out the book he was reading and picked up where he left off. Looking at his watch he got the time, he already set it for MST time, "One thirty PM. Precisely." He mumbled to himself before continuing to read. | ♖ ♖ ♖ ♖ ♖ ♖ ♖
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|N a m e|
Mathias Art Carrington. Only nickname he will allow is Art; if you ask for a reason he will respond with "Because I'm a work of art!" with a conceited laugh.
|A g e|
32
|G e n d e r|
Male
|O c c u p a t i o n|
Orthopedic and Invasive Cardiology surgeon
|S e x u a l i t y|
Demisexual
|R e l a t i o n s h i p S t a t u s|
He is in a complicated relationship with his wife, Cheyenne Carrington.
|F a m i l y M e m b e r s|
His wife is a famous lawyer that works numerous cases and was successful in all of them, but she's not one to brag. The exact opposite of Mathias, she actually likes to converse when it's not for business or keeping her reputation hospitable and gentle. She's a born socialite with the mind of a genius, everything comes natural. It still bewilders Mathias knowing that she loves him so deeply. Her gorgeous curvaceous figure that's just downright jaw-dropping. Also she's not a Caucasian woman, she's a Latina woman who doesn't fear white people trying to degrade her and try to pull her down. The toughest skin Mathias has ever had the pleasure to touch. When they cuddle it's dulcet and serene, each other's arms becoming the others sanctuary. Making love it's filled with sensational touches and movements, some would think their sex is sinful they would say it's rejuvenating.
The public knew they were in love even before their marriage. Mathias' smile used to be the rarest thing but when with Cheyenne he smiled so much at the end of the day his face would begin to sore. Recently him and his wife had twins, a girl and a boy. They're still tiny things and Cheyenne keeps them in her house with daily visits from Mathias when he finds the time. The reason they're in a complicated relationship at the moment is work and a break. They're so busy with their jobs they can't find time to be a big happy family. A break is greatly needed for them to get everything together and then they can move back in together and raise their twins in one house.
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|I n D e p t h A p p e a r a n c e|
Mathias is notable for taking great care of his body. Appearance to him is a huge part in his life, if he doesn't look charming then he doesn't feel valuable. His posture is straight and firm, taught and pressured to do so by his lovely parents. He holds himself elevated, dignified even though he's only 5'10 in height he still presents himself with no signs of insecure motions. He still has his athletic build to go with his disadvantage in height. Walking about he makes his steps loud yet swift so people know he's arriving, preparing themselves to please him. Nothing too dramatic but also not slothful. Speaking often with his hands people will examine them noticing the bruises located on his knuckles, though causing curiosity none questioned it. Anytime he made a mistake he would slap his knuckles resulting in bruises. He's done this to himself since he was small, whenever he did something wrong he slap his knuckles or punch something. Even now he does it to himself, it's painful but effective.
His captivating eyes pierce the hearts of many, no matter what gender. But they can also shift to big spheres like a deer in the headlights. The color of his eyes confuse some, they then settling with a mix of green and hazel. Still they shift to other colors, ranging from a deep grey to a bright emerald green in certain lighting. Bushy eyebrows that were probably inherited from some relative far in history. Now to his jet black hair that reaches to his mid-neck, it used to be cut short to keep tidy; also he wouldn't take good care of it when long. Since he's older he wanted to grow it out and still keep it cleansed and presentable.
If Mathias could he would go every day wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Professional, right? Though he keeps his skin and body intact, he can't dress himself for shit. His daily wear can be the outfit in the first sentence, and a pair of name brand shoes. His shoes will always be the accessory that shines through, either dress shoes or sneakers from different brands. Even at work his clothing is mediocre but no one dares to criticize him.
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|P e r s o n a l i t y|
On the surface Mathias isn't a bad guy. In the public and workplace he's a calm, handsome, brilliant man who makes order and disciplines coworkers who need it. People call him a born socialite that can always make people have a good time at the dullest of parties. Always being seen having a few drinks at parties and then spending the rest of the party sipping on water. He's not a heavy drinker and he doesn't smoke or do any other drugs. But he'll happily take shots with his "friends" until he can finally go home to whine about how obnoxious some people were. A flirt to everyone at social gatherings, he loves to mess with people's emotions especially if it's lust. Sometimes even bringing someone into an empty room after lascivious gestures and words, and then leaving right when they're at their peak. Even if they told others about it no one would believe it and that makes it more fun. This isn't a new thing, since a teenager he would do this because simple video games and lame parties weren't cutting it. It wasn't often not even more than three people before graduation("That's not too bad.").
He loves what he does, a lot, maybe too much. People become squeamish with even the thought of holding someone else's heart or dealing with fractured or broken bones, but Mathias adores the feeling. To have someone's life on his hands, one false move and they're dead just does something to him. He knows it's wrong and unearthly but that's just how he is and he wouldn't use it for wrong. Also after a successful procedure seeing his patient smiling and laughing with family members and loved one's it just brightens his heart and that's also why he loves his job. Now Mathias isn't always cool and collected he still has the tendency to pop off at co workers, and it's never a simple "Hey, that was dumb. Don't do it again." Or "What the hell was that?" He actually shouts and insults them on anything he can come up with. After watching them run off in tears he will do an awkward chuckle and storm off to his office, either punching one of his pillows or crying behind his desk. Apologizing to the individual before the day ends.
As a child Mathias was always a huge kissup to his parents, though never forced to do any of the things he did, he signed up for lessons and extra curricular activities for himself but also for his parents. Even in adulthood he still kisses up to his elders or ones higher in rank than him. But not too much to make him seem like a pest or make it obvious he's sucking up to them. Caring too much about how others view him is why he does it. Caring about how his parents view him, teachers, mentors, even strangers. He changes himself to appeal to them and one mishap will make him depressed and distressed.
|L i k e s|
Autopsy videos
Hot tea
Cats
Anatomy
Math (Ha) and sciences
Literature
|D i s l i k e s|
Candy (especially gum)
Ice tea
Ignorance
Not being more than enough
Losing everyone and everything
Losing his sanity
|H i s t o r y|
The subsiding rainfall taped a hospital window as a baby was taken from Cassipeia's womb. The fourth child was greeted with the grinning faces of his parents and the cooing of nurses. The baby giggled, a new life was born. His young toddler years he was starting to play the violin, messing up the notes his parents never missed a moment to point it out. Mathias smiled and nod, "Yes, mommy and daddy!" A cute voice which made them smile subtly. His black hair seen running over to his parents to give them his latest work of art. Even if they said the drawing of them looks like limp noodles he still giggled and ran off to draw something else. Older he started to get interested in road kill and videos about dead bodies; his parents ordering him to quit with this repulsive content. He didn't argue, he didn't cry, he gave a solid nod and played his violin and flute while solving mathematic equations. Very odd. Mathias was very odd.
Mathias would stay behind his parents whenever he could, following them around in public or in the house. Always agreeing with what they had to say, his parents would get annoyed and tell him to play somewhere else. So he played pranks on his siblings -hiding their underwear, eating their favorite snack, putting powder in the hair dryer, etc.- After his parents disciplining him and him bawling his eyes out as they roared at him, everything was back to normal. Mathias went to school even though a kissup he deserved every single A he's gotten, studying for hours for every test and exam. Going to school he was never bullied or a bully, he was the kid in the back writing notes as girls drooled over him. After school he went over to a grave yard to pay respects maybe even read a book. He never spoke to the dead people, he's not that loony.
Lee pressured him to keep his grades the way they are, one slip up and everything is ruined. Now that's not exactly what he said but to a teenage boy that's what Mathias heard. Mathias got by with few friends and many acquaintances, most of his friends had the same mindset as him 'Get good grades and don't fall to the ignorance.' They followed this moto well. He was stressed, he missed meals studying and barely got out of his room. His parents noticed of course but being away from the house the majority of the time, they couldn't help him. Women and men that cleaned the house and took care of the children tried to help, but he pushed them away. They wouldn't understand. No one could understand;he thought,not remembering his siblings go through the same feelings. Mother and father towered over him one day asking him what's wrong with him. He broke down, in front of his whole family his father gave a wince of disgust as boogers streamed from his nose, his mother stared emotionless. He knew they were both concerned even when they told him to toughen up and say how stupid it was to stay up and study for so long. No hugs were given. No kisses on the cheek. But Mathias still smiled, "Thank you. I love you." His parents confused yet happy to see him back to normal.
Still interested in dead things in high school he became more invested in learning the human body. Watching surgery videos with all gory bits included he would flinch and even vomit. But he knew he is meant to do it. So he watched and studied but not performing anything, he was not ready for that. While dissecting a frog in class he didn't smirk and chuckle like a maniac, he took notes and drawings. Actually snatching the tweezers from his teacher's hand and going in himself. Word spread around school, "What's his name? Mathias Carrington? He's weird, he actually wanted to go into the frog." He didn't mind it but his parents sure did. Long story short, keep your weird hobbies inside the house. He didn't enjoy high school at all after that, he didn't feel like he was being bullied but more they were just vexing him; "Wait...is that bullying?" He got his first C in high school, it was junior year, he got a B in middle school --"My gym teacher was a cunt."-- but a C to him and his parents is like an F. Dad told him to get his act together, his mom told him the same.
Finally ending high school as valedictorian of his class he went straight to some ivy league university and lived on campus. It was fun, he didn't feel that stressed away from his parents and he wasn't just all about grades. His social life became exciting and new, this was a learning experience. He had to get used to it since he had to stay there a while to get the degrees he needed. He still studied and took notes but he made time to go to campus parties, but stayed away from fraternities; "Most of the stuff you had to do was insane. I'm a dignified young gentleman thank you very much." Out of college with 9 years or so wasted to get a few degrees, whoop dee doo. He left to Massachusetts General Hospital where he met the love of his life and where most of his success happened. Campus "friends" gave him good word around the hospital which scored him a salary that had him in tears. Maybe close to a trillion calls to his parents from college life to now the last call he told them his salary, and they congratulated him in a affectionate tone. Causing him to cry on the phone, he has never been so happy.
Today he's a man with a family living away from him, mind starting to collapse and pondering his past. All he needs right now is reassurance from his parents, face to face.
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He doesn't know anything about any other social medias except Facebook. He barely uses his, it's mostly just to keep in touch with coworkers and friends. Also not that good with technology in general.
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Lee Carrington
"I remember growing up and being scared of him the most. He would glare at me and it felt as if he only judged me. H-He loves me I know it but...Ah! I apologize, a strong, smart man. I look up to him."
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Cassiopeia Carrington
"I'm a huge mama's boy. She's like a queen, ya know? Just like father, I know she cares she's just..cold and harsh. But she formed me into the man I am today and I thank her for that."
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Samantha Carrington
"The eldest. Even being told to respect her, I did that little to none. We never clicked and I never admired her art. Her art to me looks like paint and lines splashed together, it has no meaning, but what do I know"
Arthur Carrington
"He's the clown of the family. We never spoken to one another more than a greeting or a phony congratulation. We just have no connection."
Gabriel Carrington
"My only older sibling that I can tolerate. As children we would chat and play, you know, innocent stuff. But soon we both had problems of our own, we grew up and we stopped talking."
Charles Carrington
"Charlie! I remember pulling pranks on him back in the day, he was an easy target. Of course I apologized but God it was hilarious!"
Nathaniel Carrington
"I attended one of his competitions and I can say his writing is good. Never felt the need to talk to him about anything other than literature."
Esther Carrington
Indiana Carrington
Emile Carrington
Elaine Carrington |
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A heavy base beat thumped through the rented car, its harsh rock'n'roll feel utterly at odds to the sleek and smooth nature of the vehicle. A song like this should really be listened to in a spluttering old banger with coffee stained seats and a dozen friends crammed in and all singing badly, not alone in a brand new Porsche, rented and driven for the first time today. This was utterly lost on the driver though, who happily chanted the song's familiar words as he stared through the fluttering snowflakes, searching for a familiar landmark or a signpost.
Bloody strange being back here, Arthur reflected as he drummed his fingers on the wheel and hummed a particularly striking couple of instrumental bars. It had been more than ten years, maybe more like fifteen, since he had visited the family winter retreat. There wasn't much of a good reason for it, now he thought about it, he'd just stopped visiting. No storm out or cessation of all contact with his parent's or anything so dramatic. Not with a bang but with a whimper...
The final hammer blow of the song, coupled with the sighting of a far off signpost, jerked Arthur out of his reverie. With practised ease, he slowed the car right down and peered through the empty passenger seat's snowy window towards the sign. Aha! Success! It really shouldn't have been that hard to find the family residence, not with GPS, a knowledge of the area and how well Lee had the area maintained but Arthur had not been borne with a skill for orientation. Rather the reverse, in fact.
The rest of the drive took only a few short moments but the wave of anxiety that had been strangely absent from his mind now returned and swept over Arthur. It was like walking up to his parent's office as a child with a report card in his hand, knowing that it would tell them he hadn't worked as hard on his work as he had on making his classmates laugh. Again. Only now I get to explain why I didn't bring Melissa and Abbi or why I'm still a producer and not a businessman, altogether more difficult matters to explain.
Shaking his head, Arthur swung the wheel around and pulled up in front of the main doors. Before he stepped out of the car to hand the keys to a nearby servant, he guilty stuffed the Wether's Originals wrappers and Best of Queen CD into the glovebox. Arthur was no more suited to this car than the song he'd hastily muted upon arrival and had tried to drown his mild discomfort with sleek leather and chrome with sweets and Freddie Mercury. He wasn't sure of his father's position on the latter and only to clear on his position on the former, though, so he'd prefer not to advertise it.
Dragging his suitcase behind him, Arthur climbed the steps and stepped inside. The anxiety was still scratching at the back of his mind but now it was being drowned out by nostalgia. I ran down that hall when Sam was chasing me... And I chased Emile down it while wearing a santa hat. With a pang, he thought of Abbi. I could've brought her, it might've been good to give her a look at the whole clan at once... But with an uncharacteristic straightening of his spine, Arthur walked on and climbed the stairs.
He'd struggled with the idea of bringing her a lot in the days before leaving. On the one hand, the letter had made it clear this was an opportunity to come together, to be a family again or, perhaps, for the first time. Arthur wanted to believe that with almost his entire being. But on the other hand, he remembered how uncomfortable his mother was with her first granddaughter and how few of his siblings had ever showed much interest in his family, not to mention how little there was for a young girl to do in this place.
No, better that I do this alone. A Carrington she may be, but it's only because even Melissa can't fight genetics. His room was familiar, though not in such a comforting way. He'd slept here before and even stayed awake for hours with Sam but so too had he been sent here without dinner by his mother after delivering one too many raunchy jokes at a New Year's Eve meal. It had been the first and last time he'd been punished like that but the look of utter disgust on her face at his antics had never truly faded from his mind.
Shaking his head, he dropped his suitcase on the bed and glanced at the spotless but clearly untouched bookcase. There were a host of golden age Fantasy books sitting alongside some classic 80s Sci-Fi, the sort of books Lee had bought him guiltily and his mother had sniffed at whenever she saw them. Or, more memorably, they were the books Sam would playfully refer to as 'the reason you're so damn straight'. Even the thought of her good natured ribbing put a smile on Arthur's face as he ran a finger over the weathered spines.
And on the subject of Sam... Arthur thought, stepping out of his own room and wandering down the hall. He wouldn't be surprised if Sam wasn't here yet, she was often fashionably late, but he'd rather face the hosts with some company. So he walked to her old room (noticing that the KEEP OUT OR DIE! signs had been removed at some point), gently knocked and spoke with characteristic levity.
"I hope there aren't any artists in this house, I've had just about as much of those worthless layabouts as I can take." | N A M E
Arthur James Carrington, called Arty by his wife and James by his father.
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39
G E N D E R
Male
O C C U P A T I O N
Television Producer
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual, with a few brief experiments in his younger days.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Happily married with a young daughter.
F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
Melissa Mabson, wife
Being from a very different background and having a subtly but significantly different outlook on life, one might not expect Melissa and Arthur to be such a good match. But despite his lack of direction being anathema to her can-do attitude, they've been lost in each other since they first met. Melissa was born into rather different circumstances than her good husband, less wealth and more work as she says, so she wasn't afforded the luxury of simply wandering through life. She studied hard to get her qualifications, worked hard all the way through art school and now ceaselessly works on new projects for her gallery. Her art reflects her, in many ways, as it is both painstakingly put together, well considered and consequential but also irrepressibly cheerful. It was likely her embodiment of Arthur's favourite state combined with her Carrington-esque determination that drew him to her, though who can say what she saw in him? Potential, perhaps?
Abigail Carrington-Mabson, daughter
The light of her father's life, young Abigail has consistently made him more of man for all of her eight years. Her birth woke something that no one, perhaps accepting his wife, knew was there and their bond has only grown stronger. The carefree, fun loving element of Arthur's personality makes him any child's dream father (and a very different one to Arthur's own) but he is determined to make sure Abbi inherits her mother's drive, determination and cheerful self motivation. In herself, Abbi is precocious, curious and as playful as her father. She's a little afraid of Grandmother, something in her cold stare and pursed lips, but has always loved her Grandfather and oldest Aunty.
A P P E A R A N C E
Slightly above average height, with floppy hair, a casual dress sense and rarely absent grin, Arthur rarely looks the part of a Carrington heir. He likes to smile and therefore smiles a lot, evident in the smile lines worn into his face. He likes to wear comfortable clothes and so only grumpily dons a suit when his father glares fiercely enough to burn a hole in the furniture, preferring a fleece or a hoodie instead. And his hair... he's probably put more time, thought and effort into his hair than his entire business career. It's bouncy, soft and incredibly expressive.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
The Carrington name is synonymous with many things; wealth, success, innovation. The one thing that has never been overly associated with the family is levity, something that has chafed with Arthur since he was a very young boy. Unlike his parents and even many of his siblings, Arthur has no drive to succeed in the business world, no hunger to dominate the market or take over other corporations. If it were simply that his drive lay else where, perhaps in a respectable art or worthy scholarly pursuit, he would have been accepted by his parents as second rate but still wholly acceptable.
Unfortunately, all Arthur has ever really wanted to do is have fun, make a few people laugh and not think too hard about anything. It's not that his objectives are elsewhere, they simply don't exist. And while the immense family fortunes have allowed him bounce along on good intentions and charm, for the most part, it has not endeared him much to his siblings (apart from a few of the younger ones) and even less so to his parents.
But his lack of drive has caused to fail at even being a real black sheep. If he resented his parents with the white hot fury of some children, perhaps he would've made a terrible specatcle of himself, publicly badmouthing them or getting caught in compromising positions by the press. Instead, the worst he's ever managed is a few pictures of him looking rather tipsy and a public reputation of being a bit of an idiot.
To be fair, he isn't stupid. He simply lacks that stiff backbone and scowling determination of the rest of the family, that ability to see a star in the sky and say 'I won't stop until that's mine'. He prefers to bum around, have a few laughs and take it easy. Of course, there's no avenue of success that can be reached with that method, no matter the field, so Arthur hasn't got much to show for his 39 years of life. He consciously resents his parents for this, blaming them for not supporting him enough in his glitzy, show-biz ambitions but in truth, he never tried hard enough, never risked enough or wanted it enough. Late at night or in the wee hours of the morning, he knows this.
In recent years, however, something has finally stirred a sense of responsibility inside Arthur, though still not the sort his father probably wishes he felt. With the beginning of his relationship with his wife, Arthur first feel pangs of guilt about his lacklustre ambitions and achievements but it was the birth of Abigail, his daughter, that radically altered his person. His mixed relationship with his own parents has left him determined that his child will have none of that, no uncertainty and uneasy talks. He showers her with love, devotion and attention but also with the sole focus of his person, doing his utmost to teach her to be the best of him and Melissa. He's never worked so hard on anything in his life and it's starting to show in the rest of his life, both positively and otherwise.
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↗ A good beer, a hot cup of tea, something nice to drink.
↗ Playing pretend, though mostly with his daughter.
↗ Relaxing, not stressing and taking time to watch the world go by.
↗ Chuckling, laughing, and making others do so too.
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↙ Stress and pressure, both from within and without.
↙ Dressing up and making pretty, what a waste of time.
↙ Authority figures, though they do have their uses.
↙ People touching his hair.
H I S T O R Y
Being only the second of the many Carrington children, Arthur had many expectations placed upon his tiny infant shoulders right from the start. Be this, do that, work harder. From his parents to his tutors, everyone had a plan for him, except him. All he wanted to do was be a child, to play with his toys and chuckle with his friends, those that were deemed acceptable for Lee Carrington's first born son. His father never explicitly demanded anything from him or was needlessly cruel, he was simply so distant and yet also so silently demanding that Arthur never knew exactly what he wanted, only that he couldn't give it to him. Things were little better with his mother, her praises being so few and far between that Arthur stopped seeking them.
So somewhere along the way, he dropped that essential part of the Carrington metnality, drive. He didn't go to a prestigious school, didn't work as hard as he could to improve the family fortunes or plan one day to take over the business. Instead, he partied and drank his way through University (causing a few minor scandals when photographed on all night benders, though nothing particularly juicy) making many friends and no enemies, not to mention even fewer commendations. When he finished his degree, business studies and media relations, he decided to make his way into the world of television. Of course, that's not too hard when your family owns several major stations and a word from your father opens all the doors and most of the windows too.
Within a few years, Arthur was heading up one of the more prestigious channels under the family banner, a comedy station that provided daily doses of satire, standup and news-pieces. It was simultaneously thrilling and disillusioning for Arthur, both showing him a world he desperately wanted to join and stripping away his belief he could easily make it if only it weren't for his parents. In reality, he saw that being a comedian would be just as much work as anything else, perhaps more so, and he wouldn't be able to just stroll through it even without the disapproving glare of his parents.
So for some years, Arthur maintained a position of mostly contented disinterest, producing programs, giving new names their big starts and slowly growing the station. This was all shook up when he first met Melissa Mabson at a gallery opening he was attending with his older sister. At first it was just her easy charm and ready laugh that enchanted him but when they started to get to know each other properly, he realised it was more than that. Melissa had everything he valued about himself, as well as everything his parents wished he had. He was, and still is, in awe of her and worked hard to try to make her see him in a similar light. In all likelihood, she saw him as who he was better than he ever did and loved him for it.
They were happy for a few years and Arthur did slowly start to become more and more active in different areas of his life, from business to his parental relationships, but then came a second bombshell in the form of Abigail, their daughter. Her birth finally hammered home a message into Arthur's brain that nothing thus far in his life had come close to doing. It was this; you have both power and responsibility. In his daughter's tiny frame, he saw the potential for a whole new person and saw too that he would be instrumental in defining who she would be.
In the years to come, Abigail would become both his greatest delight and most solemn burden. Different parts of his life benefitted or suffered from the immensity of his focus on her upbringing. For example, Arthur finally felt a deep understanding of the parents he'd never properly empathised with, grasping the struggles of their parenthood for the first time. Many of his fellow producers and colleagues have noticed his lack of attention in recent meetings, reporting that his mind always seems to be somewhere else. Who knows what the future may hold for Arthur and his golden child? If he has his way, she will have her mother's determination and his family's resources at her disposal right from the start. Will she take the world by storm or choose a simpler, more peaceful life? Whatever the case, she will remain the most important part of her father's world.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O
Arthur had a brief Goth phase. It wasn't pretty. Well, it was, because he is, but it didn't work particularly well.
Cassiopeia Carrington
"I send her a card every mother's day and another on her birthday. But that's about it, really."
You know, I think there's a fundamental difference between how her and dad looked at me. When dad scowled at some low test results or harrumphed at a corny joke (we never called them dad jokes in our family) I felt like he had a vision for what he wanted me to be, but that he wouldn't tell me what it was. But with mum... I'm not sure if she even thought of me all that often. For her, it was all Sam, all the time.
Which, I suppose, makes sense. After all, there's a saying about it, isn't there? 'your son's your son until he takes a wife but your daughter's your daughter for the whole of your life. She needed Sam to be the daughter she wanted, not the one she was. I was always second as far as she went and I've made my peace with that.
Abbi likes dad better anyway.
Lee Carrington
"Well, you know, he's my father, so I've always respected him. He wasn't the most supportive of parents, I suppose, but I always had a roof over my head and clothes on my back. It could've been a lot worse."
Who am I kidding, dad used to look at me like I was an imbecile and scowl whenever I cracked a joke. He didn't hate me, I don't think, just didn't understand me or particularly want to. As unhelpful as he was when I raised the idea of working in television, I know he would've put me under house arrest if I'd gone through with... well, it could've been worse but only if I'd pushed him any further.
And I really don't understand it. I mean, I'm a father now, I understand the pressures of having someone look up to you, of knowing you're going to be the one to prepare them for the world, that feeling of love and responsibility that fills you up until you're about to burst. But it makes me want to spend more time with her, give her more options, not less. I can't even imagine not talking to her everyday or scowling when I could smile.
Maybe he never felt like that?
Sam Carrington
"Sam's always been my brave, bold badass of an older sister. Whatever I didn't have the courage to do, she's already done so much it's no longer cool. And, yes, sometimes she scares me but she's still my hero."
I know that mum always gave more of a damn about her while we were growing up but somehow that never mattered between me and Sam. We always got along well, despite our wildly different personalities. She's been the cool one that lead our little group, the rebellious first born right from the start, blazing a trail for me to follow. But because I didn't, at least not like she did, I've always worried she's disappointed in me.
Still, we can always make each other laugh, no matter the situation, and she introduced me to my wife. After that, after owing her that much, I feel so guilty that I didn't do enough to help her during her struggles. I mean, she wouldn't have accepted help, she's got the family stubbornness right enough, but I could've done something, made her accept it.
Maybe she's not the first child mum and dad wanted, but she's the perfect older sister.
Elaine Carrington
"Of all my siblings, I think I know Elaine the least. And I'm more than a little guilty about that."
Obviously, we're at opposite ends of the sibling chain and I doubt she even remembers when we lived under the same roof. I've seen her at the odd family event and tried to be friendly but she's got her own stuff going on. In a lot of ways, she reminds me of dad and that's certainly not much of an incentive for me to get to know her better...
I suppose it might be good for him to have a child to aspires to be like him, one that he can really connect with, but it's probably a bit late for him to really connect with a child. I get the feeling he gave up somewhere after me and Gabriel didn't really live up. Still, maybe Elaine is the hope of the Carrington dynasty. Maybe one day soon she'll be head of the family firm, looking down on us little people.
Better her than me.
Emile Carrington
"Something went right between me and Emile that never really did between me and Elaine, even though there's just a few years difference between them in age."
Maybe it's that Emile always acted glad to see me when I dropped into the family home in his childhood? Though I suppose Elaine was a little too young. Anyhow, I used to take Emile on picnics and to the cinema when he was young, before Abbi was born. We'd just mess about, get ice-cream, feed the ducks and generally bum around until it was time for him to go back to the nest. I always got the feeling he liked being with me because the things we did would never be done with dad.
Having said that, there was a moment when I thought Emile had grown out of having fun with me. It was around when Abbi was born when he must have been... 11? Well, he stopped looking so happy when we came a-calling and never tried to hold Abbi in the early days. Things have changed in the last five or so years though, now he's my go to babysitter and Abbi is always talking about what her and Uncle Emmi are going to do next time me and Melissa go away.
He'll make a great parent, one day.
Gabriel Carrington
"He was always quiet and reserved, like there was stuff going on inside of him he'd rather keep away from us. Little did we know, I suppose..."
When Gabriel left, no one really knew what to think or feel. I wasn't living at home so I was probably less affected but I was there for his big moment, leaving the house with his earthly possession slung over his shoulders. Well, not literally but the same idea. It wasn't explosive, he didn't storm out after slapping someone in the face. But he did give us a little view into what he thought of us, each and every one.
It was a bit of a wound for me, as I always thought we had an understanding or something. I didn't realise he was seething with dislike behind my back, though I suppose I knew we were never as close as him and Sam. Gabriel's exit from the family pod was like being slapped by a quiet puppy, all the worse for being unexpected. And we haven't talked since. Which, obviously, I regret. He was the first younger sibling I ever had and I regret not being closer to him. Still, there's time yet.
After all, he's not going to get shot down twice.
Indiana Carrington
"Poor old Indie. I've tried to be close to her, I really have, but there's always been a distance between us."
I think it might be because she's Carrington, through and through. She wanted to be an artists, to play her music and have people listen to it, so she did. She wanted to be her own person, free of alternatively overbearing and absent, so she did. Whereas I... well, I think we all know I've never taken life by the throat like that. I get the feeling she doesn't like or doesn't understand that about me, it's probably why we're not very close.
And I admire her, I really do, she's like a young Sam. Only I know, probably better than most, how hard life was for Sam for so long and I don't want that for Indie. So I've done my best to help her, give her a retreat and support her in whatever way she'll let me. But like I said, she's a Carrington through and through, just like her father, mother and oldest sister.
Too stubborn by half.
Nathaniel Carrington
"Nate was the first sibling I really felt like a big brother to. Gabriel, Mathias, Charles, we never really connected. But me and Shaggy? Always got along."
Maybe it was the right age gap or the right timing or something but there was never the animosity I had with Gabriel or the lack of connection between me and Mathias. With Nate I could crack a few jokes, have a few laughs and be myself. Admittedly, things changed when he got full into the slam poet, starving artist, anti-system man he is today (I think being a producer is the definition of serving The Man) but we still hang out when we can. And he gets on with Abigail so well.
I'd never say he's my favourite sibling but he's certainly the easiest one to talk to and one of the ones I've spent most time with. And in a way, I think he helped prepare me for being a parent. Some of the things we did together, I know I'll never do with Abbi. Buying him booze and taking him to parties, not exactly father/daughter bonding. But listening to his first (terrible) poems and giving him whatever encouragement I could?
That's something I'll be doing again.
Esther Carrington
"And people call me the family joker... I kid, Esi is clever and creative and occasionally even kind. At least, she is when she isn't stoned."
Ah, she's a good kid, she really is. Making something her self, performing what she likes and making a living with her art. I see some of my own mad pursuit of freedom through the route of parties and... well, partners, shall we say, but I don't think I ever had the courage (or the cowardice?) to follow it has fully as she has. There's been more than one time where I've talked to her and she's been so out of it she doesn't even remember seeing me the next day.
Still, that's not all there is to her. Esi is always watching and listening, even when she's probably trying to smell colours. There's a calculated nature to her conversation, it's probably a part of what makes her charming. And if I knew her better, I'd likely have a better idea of what it is she's watching for, what it is she's calculating. But at the very least, I can say that she's a joke with a subtle subtext, unlike me.
I'm all punchline.
Mathias Carrington
"I have a lot of siblings, that's no secret. And I don't like them all and some I find it hard to love. But Mathias... There's nothing between us."
I don't hate him, I don't love him, I nothing him. As kids, we didn't talk or play together. He never asked my advice and I never took an interest in what he was doing. It's strange, really, because even with Gabriel, I tried to be his brother in the beginning. But with Mathias, there was never really anything. He never laughed at my jokes and I was never interested in his achievements. So when I left home, we simply stopped bothering to talk to each other, think about each other or even to have opinions about each other.
Except... I actually resent him for being the one sibling who doesn't move me one way or another, nowadays. It's silly, I dislike him because I don't dislike him. So at any family event or social function where I hear his dulcet tones, I just walk the other way.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Charles Carrington
"I sometimes feel like a failure as a brother when I think about Gabriel, Mathias and then Charles all in a row. Three brothers and not one of them my friend."
And then I think about how dad must feel. Well, that's probably a bit harsh, Charles is certainly no Gabriel. And though I've had little more contact with him than I first had with Mathias, I feel there's more of a barrier between us than a complete lack of connection. Charles has never felt at home in the company of others, or at least others of the same last name, and that stopped us from being the fast friends we could've been.
I've seen some of his art, Sam or Melissa will drag me to one of his shows every now and then, so I know there was always something interesting cooking behind his eyes. Maybe he couldn't get it out in words so he found another medium? Whatever the case, and even though we're not close, I wish Charles all the best and hope one day that I'll be able to help him like a big brother should. Being a Carrington and an artist is hard, just ask Sam, so he'll probably need it.
I wonder if he'll be able to ask for it though? |
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“You little shit.” Charlie murmured quietly, squatting down to poke at his and Eckhart’s cat, Shoes, who decided to curl around one of his loafers. Of course. Those were her favorite to snuggle down in, shed cat hair in, even leave scratch marks on. Sure, it bothered Charlie, but he loved Shoes more than his… shoes, so he dealt with it. She was still a little shit, though. “One of these days, you’re going to disappear, and I’ll just tell Hart I dunno, she must of finally got sick of being fed and loved and left.” he spoke softly, since Eckhart was asleep on the other side of their studio apartment, and kept poking at the cat on her head in an attempt to annoy her, watching her tail start to twitch around. “I can return you to the pound we got you from. Don’t put it past me.”
Shoes gave a giant, teeth-showing yawn and stretched a paw up, batting at his hand without her claws extended. “No, don’t start that,” he scolded as Shoes mewled, stretching up to butt her head against his hand, and Charlie sighed. “I’d never give you away. I’m sorry.” he said, scratching behind the spoiled kitty’s ears. Shoes began to purr and Charlie gathered the Scottish Fold into his arms, quietly grunting as he did so. “Gaining weight, Shoes?” he teased, receiving a meow from the cat as he straightened up to carry her over to the bed. “Go sleep on his head instead of my shoes,” he whispered, dropping Shoes onto the bed beside Eckhart. Shoes immediately went to Eckhart to snuggle up and Charlie stood there for a moment, looking at the image they made. From the lamp he turned on on the other side of the room, it cast a pale light over Eckhart, and he found himself, for the millionth time, wondering how he was lucky enough to snag someone like this man. His fingers twitched and the urge to create a piece of art inspired by this man was strong. It would be a good distraction but only in a few hours, an alarm would be going off to wake them up. He didn’t need to get into a piece and refuse to leave it. It had happened before. What he should be doing is sleeping, but that was a struggle at the moment. He had been tossing and turning since he laid down, and to not possibly wake Eckhart, he finally accepted his fate and got up to wander around. Since he couldn’t let himself get lost in a piece, even a small one, he, instead, snatched up his phone from the nightstand table and took a picture. Too fucking cute. he thought as he quickly set the picture as his phone background before setting it back in its spot.
He began to wander back towards the living room but what had been keeping him up caught his eye. To an outsider, it’d look like an innocent letter, but it was far from that to him. Ever since he had gotten it a few months ago, he had found it hard to not think about. He went over and slowly picked it up, feeling the quality of the paper between his fingers, slowly unfolding it again. The creases caused from the folding were deeper, worse, since he had opened it a thousand times already, to fret and worry over the words printed on the creamy surface. He looked it over again before forcing himself to set it back down, opened. A part of him was excited to see his parents, his siblings and their families, yet there was a gnawing anxiety clawing its way through his body too. That had been happening since he had gotten the letter. He felt bad for Eckhart; he had been stressing over the upcoming vacation too much. The brightest highlight was that he and Hart would get time to themselves, something they needed plenty more of together. Not to mention, he had a pressing question to ask Eckhart, and he felt like being on vacation, in a beautiful setting like that, would be a good time to ask it. He hoped.
He turned away from the letter and glanced over at the bed. He needed to stop worrying so much. He hated bothering Eckhart. He padded across the wooden floor, grabbing something off one of the shelves of a bookcase separating the “living room” from the “bedroom.” He fell into a plush chair by a window, pulling the little handle down and opening it a crack. The night air came in, smelling of the city, but soon enough, the air was swirling with the smell of cigarette smoke too. Charlie sunk down into the chair, putting his mismatch-socked feet up onto the window sill, and blowing the smoke towards the open window. The tension in his shoulders bled out, and he let the cigarette dangle between his lips as he laid his head back against the top of the chair, eyes slipping closed. He would be on a plane, heading to the Winter Lodge, to see his disconnected family, in just a matter of hours.
“Hey,” a croak came from the pile of blankets and pillows and fur - just a slip of skin visible, rising and falling above the mountain of sheets. Eckhart rose, as did his cat who found comfort on the warm pillow behind him, and padded his bare feet across the studio’s wooden floors. “Mm,” Eckhart hummed, groaning low in his chest as he collided into Charlie. His hands pinched the cigarette from Charlie’s lips and flicked it out of the window, “No kisses if you keep smoking like that. Tobacco mouth isn’t pleasant.”
As if he hadn’t just described his distaste for cigarette filled mouths, Eckhart pressed a soft kiss to Charlie’s lips, and then another, more urgent one. He cooed softly to Charlie, letting their noses brush and their foreheads press while his hands tugged and feet guided them both back to the warmth. But not before he slipped the window shut, murmuring about cold New York air.
The guilt Charlie had felt at Eckhart awakening was drowned out by the contentment said man caused to spark in his chest, a growing warmth that spread and settled down deep. He made the smallest sounds of protest when the cigarette was taken from him, most of it wasted, but it was a nasty habit he wanted to kick anyway. If he had to kick it to keep receiving kisses from Eckhart, then that would be the best motivation to push him into doing it. He wanted to make a comment on Hart kissing him, after he said he wouldn’t, but he found himself, instead, growing lost in the contact being bestowed upon him, returning it with a small smile dancing at the edges of his lips. He sighed softly as he was made to get up, was guided back to the bed, but he went willingly. He knew Eckhart was ready to drop off again, and he needed to get there alongside him.
“Pay attention to me,” Eckhart demanded in gentle whispers, dragging Charlie down atop him - the cat already moving to curl next to two warm bodies, now. He let his lips drag across Charlie’s ear and down his neck to nibble at the soft flesh there. Every slow, languid press of his hands or his lips or the rumble in his chest that vibrated through Charlie demanded the latter’s focus. A gentle reminder to keep them both grounded, whether that’s in the smell of sleep and sweat or in the soft noise of Eckhart’s voice like static in Charlie’s ears. “Stop thinking,” Eckhart huffed just above a whisper, his fingers curling in the fine, black hairs that hung like a mop over Charlie’s head, “breathe with me; we got a few hours, yet.”
A sigh tore through Eckhart. “Listen to my heart beat.”
Charlie felt a swell of adoration form in his chest as Eckhart took care of him. He could feel a heaviness beginning to settle in his bones, causing him to sink into the warm body beneath him, all focus turning to Hart. He didn’t say anything, or make a noise, just closed his eyes and listened to Eckhart, following his direction. He let the smell and feel and warmth of Eckhart encase him, just let himself get lost in this private, gentle moment between them. It was times like these his mind slowed, that he could think the most clearly and feel the most relaxed. Only Eckhart could make him feel that way, and he would never be able to thank and love the man enough for it. He snuggled down into the warmth, one hand sliding over to gently scrub at Shoes’ head, his other hand sliding up and disappearing into Hart’s hair, just holding on gently. He broke his silence by letting out a small “mm ‘kay,” already beginning to drop off. Being like this made his body realize how tired it was; now that Eckhart had chased away the anxiety that had been churning and making him feel high-strung, he could do as the man said, and listen to his heartbeat while dozing off.
Four hours came and went, much like their sleep pattern that flight; a constant up-down of wake and sleep. Once their plane touched down, Eckhart tore through their carry on to snatch the two coats he’d packed inside. Even with Charlie’s fussing, Eckhart bundled him tight in the heavy pea coat and wrapped the orange scarf snug around Charlie’s neck. He finished the touch by shoving the ushanka over Charlie’s head and eyes and pulling the flaps to press a kiss to his nose. After bundling himself up, they immediately made their way to baggage claim and soon after into the thin, cold Denver air.
“Come on, let’s go,” Eckhart motioned toward the man waving a ‘Charlie Carrington,’ sign not too far from where they stepped out. The chill already bit down on his skin, leaving red impressions on his nose and cheeks. Regardless, he didn’t seem fazed, especially when Charlie questioned him about his baggage and he swept him off his feet.
Charlie almost cringed at the sight of the sign with his name. He felt like it was calling attention to him, but he was probably just overreacting. As usual, Eckhart distracted him, but it wasn’t in the most helpful of ways. He let out something akin to a squeak - though he wouldn’t admit to it - and threw his arms around Hart’s neck. It wouldn’t be the first time Eckhart had decided that randomly picking him up would be a good idea and… okay, Charlie liked it, but he didn’t have to act like he did. But, he made it obvious he did, by the way he tightened his grip around Hart’s neck and was completely relaxed in his arms.
A smile burned bright even in the overcast haze of snow as Eckhart carried Charlie toward their destination. “I’ve got the most important luggage of all,” he grunted, “man, you puttin’ on some muscle, Harley?” He gave him a wink before letting him down and opening the door for him, giving the chauffeur a little wave as he assisted the man with their luggage before sliding in next to Charlie.
Charlie didn’t want to tear his eyes away from Eckhart’s face, feeling his own lips twitching upwards at the sight of his boyfriend’s smile. He had the best smile; it transformed his face into something beautiful, not that it wasn’t before. Though, his lips twitched downward at Hart’s words, but it didn’t last long. He tried to not let a fond smile break across his face as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, gonna look like you soon,” he deadpanned, also giving the chauffeur a little wave before willingly sliding into the limo. He adjusted the scarf around his neck, loosening it just a bit, since it was fairly warm in the luxury vehicle.
“Hey.” Eckhart looked serious as he turned to face Charlie. “Whatever happens, you still got me, okay? Your family matters a whole helluva lot, kid, and they’re worth a lot, but they’re not worth everything. Yeah?”
Charlie sunk back into the leather seat, glancing over at Eckhart when he said ‘hey,’ but then he looked over at him at his serious expression. He blinked at Hart’s words, and again, he wondered what he did to get this man in his life. It was like Eckhart could read his mind, knew his exact thoughts, and knew just what to say to ease his worries. He still felt nervous, it beating around inside him, but Eckhart was right. He stared at him for a few seconds before smiling, expression softening as he reached out to take Hart’s hand in his own. He rubbed his thumb along his knuckles, giving a nod. “Yeah.” he murmured, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering only for a moment before sitting back, squeezing Hart’s hand tight the whole ride.
Charlie found his eyes caught on the passing whiteness of snow as the limo drove along, hand not releasing Eckhart’s until the limo had pulled up to the big, grand Winter Lodge. He took a deep breath as he slid out of the limo, looking up at a place he could vaguely remember; he had been roughly around the age ten when he was brought here, and naturally, not all of the siblings had been present for that vacation. He had spent most of his time tracking down anything with the capability to write, before finding paper to doodle his time away. He had went outside a fair amount, though instead of throwing snowballs or making snow angels, he would attempt to create a snowman that was never a snowman, but rather a dog, or even a horse. The latter had been a horribly failed attempt that he just ended up falling into and laying there until he grew too cold and had to go inside.
He looked up at it and let out a breath, eyes almost crossing to watch his breath slowly disappear into the cold air. “It hasn’t changed much,” he mumbled, trying to ignore the way his stomach twisted in nerves. He was sure there were others who had arrived before them. Maybe they wouldn’t bump into them until he had some time to settle in. There was some part of him that felt excitement, sure, but a bigger part of him felt nervous and a little sick. You’re overreacting. he scolded himself, as he made a move to help with luggage, but it seemed the staff had been prepared for others pulling up; two people came out to help with the luggage, and Charlie felt himself frowning. The older he had gotten, the more awkward he had felt around the staff, over having people being paid to tend to him. It had never sat well with him, but he let them do their job, not wanting to interrupt or cause a fuss that would be pointless and rude, for that matter.
Instead, he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to take Eckhart’s hand again, before he moved up the stairs to the front door, which was being held open. Of course it was. He should expect all the bells and whistles while here. He had been on his own for so long, grown independent alongside Eckhart, that he knew he was going to feel extremely uncomfortable with it. He was used to tending to himself now, and Eckhart; while they both took care of each other, they still took care of themselves, and he didn’t want anyone’s sole purpose being to wait on him. But, he knew to expect this while here, so he’d just suck it up and go with it. He entered the warm interior, letting out a breath and taking it in. It really hadn’t changed, at all, and he felt something clench in his chest at the vague familiarity of it.
“Mr. Carrington! You’ve finally arrived.” a maid approached him, with a kind smile on her aging face. Charlie didn’t recognize her, in all honesty, though he wasn’t going to say that.
“Oh, are-are we late?” he asked, a bit of strain in his voice as he let go of Hart’s hand to fumble with his sleeves to look at his watch, but he didn’t have to since the maid was quick to reassure him.
“Oh, no, sir! I apologize. It is just nice to see you all grown up, Mr. Carrington.” the maid told him, and now Charlie felt really bad for not knowing her name.
“Um, please, call me Charlie. Mr. Carrington is my dad.” he said a bit quietly, looking at the polished wood floor before glancing over at Hart. “This is Eckhart Wolff. He’s my boyfriend.”
“Very nice to meet you, sir. Shall I show you to your old room, then?” the maid - Charlie was really trying to remember her name - asked with a beaming smile. Eckhart grunted his greeting beside Charlie, putting on his best smile.
“Oh.” Charlie said, a little surprised that his old room had been kept intact, but what else would have happened to it? He knew his parents wouldn’t change much of anything in it. When the maid simply stared at him, he realized he hadn’t exactly answered, and jolted a little. “Shit, sorry- uh, crap, I mean, or, um, shoot. Okay, just. Yes, please, sorry.” he got a bit tangled up while speaking, feeling his cheeks flush at his stumbling and feeling the presence of a large hand settling on his lower back.
But, the maid obviously wasn’t phased, because she nodded without her smile faltering. “Your luggage should already be there,” she said as she began to lead the way. Charlie quickly began to follow, gazing around as they went, hand finding Eckhart’s without even having to look or fumble a little.
“Just act like this is another dinner with the parents,” Eckhart bent low to whisper into Charlie’s ear, squeezing his hand in a firm grip. Having traveled for most of his career, Eckhart knew these formalities as if he’d grown with them. Many of the high-strung hotels accommodated his team well, even in the less than savory affairs they tended to find themselves in - even Eckhart knew the embarrassment of waking up half naked, surrounded by a pile of regrets as awful as his hangover. Luckily, he knew his own limits and those events often found themselves few and far between.
Even if it didn’t need to be said, this trip had Eckhart on his best behavior. He just wanted to be absolutely sure of himself, especially for Charlie. He gripped his boyfriend’s hand tighter and let Charlie lead him forward. He could feel the anxiety radiating off of him and once they arrived with no stops or interruptions, Eckhart gave a curt thank you and waved his goodbye after she’d notified them of the welcome they had to attend down at the main parlor. The moment she left and Eckhart closed the door, he pushed Charlie to sit on the edge of the bed and snaked around him. Thighs bracketing Charlie’s hips, his arms came around to curl over Charlie’s stomach and leaned back slightly to let him fold into Eckhart’s chest.
Charlie knew there would be gatherings all throughout this whole thing, but being told one was coming up so soon in the main parlor made a spark of anxiety shoot up his spine. Though, he tried to his best to ignore it, instead thanking the maid - maybe he could manage to ask one of his older siblings, surely they knew her name - and feeling intense relief when the door was closed. Now it was just him and Eckhart, but that didn’t mean he could immediately relax. He still felt on edge, thinking of the welcome later, but that thought didn’t last for long. As usual, Eckhart was taking care of him, and while Charlie always felt guilty he needed it, he also knew Eckhart didn’t mind this one bit. Or else he wouldn’t do it, he wouldn’t had stuck with Charlie for so long, he wouldn’t had fallen in-love with him, of all people Hart could have. He immediately relaxed back into the wider body, hands resting on Eckhart’s covered arms, squeezing to feel the arms beneath the thick fabric of jacket and shirt.
“I’m proud of you, Harley,” Eckhart whispered, rocking Charlie forward into a more comfortable position, “You’re doing great so far. Things’ll only get better, okay? And if they don’t, I’m here.” He repeated himself, “I’ll be here, okay? It’s gonna take a helluva lot to get rid of me.” Eckhart continued to murmur, brushing his nose into Charlie’s neck and taking deep breaths of him, receiving a slight shudder from the man as a reward before Charlie managed a nod to acknowledge his words. A hand pressed to Charlie’s chest and Eckhart let their breathing sync up, felt his heartbeat in his palm.
After a while of winding down, Eckhart pushed himself back slightly and let his hands peel the coat off of Charlie’s back, along with the hat and the scarf. Once he got his own off and tossed them to the side, content to care for them later, Eckhart pushed Charlie forward with just a slight edge of force. His hands grasped Charlie’s shoulder and the fingers immediately found the tense knots that bound Charlie’s muscles tight. It resulted in a small groan coming from Charlie’s throat, his back arching much like a cat’s in his best attempt to push into Eckhart’s magical fingers, a silent way of asking for more. The methodical work of kneading those muscles, digging his palm into Charlie’s spine, feeling the other breath deep in relief aided in calming Eckhart’s nerves, as well. Cause hell if he hadn’t been fretting this trip; unlike Charlie, Eckhart just had an easier time of hiding it. Mostly for Charlie’s sake, but a lot of it was for his own well being. He didn’t like loss of control and wouldn’t forfeit it willingly.
Knowing they didn’t have much time left, Eckhart finished quickly and let Charlie fall back into his chest. “You all good now?” he smiled, pressing a kiss to Charlie’s temple, “if you want, we can just say fuck ‘em and fake jet lag to get in bed early for tonight. Though, that’d mean missin’ out on dinner…” After a beat, Eckhart smiled into the side of Charlie’s cheekbone, pressing half his face into Charlie’s hair, “that is, of course, if I hadn’t packed a few snacks to much on ourselves. I gotta watch my calorie intake, but I wouldn’t mind breaking a rule or two for you. And I got your laptop for Netflix binging. It’s up to you, sailor.”
While Charlie hadn’t wanted that to end, he knew it couldn’t last for that long, and he slumped practically boneless back against Eckhart’s chest. He closed his eyes, letting out a breath and laughing at Hart’s words. He didn’t answer at first, instead choosing to turn his head so he could brush his lips along Hart’s own. Though, he didn’t linger - it’d be shitty to get something started like that and have to leave - and instead slumped down so he could nuzzle his face into Eckhart’s neck, right underneath his chin, settling there. “Tempting. But really shitty, too,” he breathed out a laugh against Eckhart’s neck before kissing the skin there. “Honestly, I could legit fall asleep right now, but… it’s the first official gathering. Gotta be there for that.” while he didn’t want too, because Hart’s suggestion sounded like the best thing in the world, he knew he had to suck it up in this case. “But, maybe after a few anxiety-inducing and awkward dinners, I can fake illness and we can lock ourselves in here for the rest of the vacation,” he said lightly, hands taking both of Hart’s own, and beginning to gently rub his fingertips into the skin, just feeling the roughened skin, suddenly thankful he had this, that he had Eckhart. Obviously they both knew he was joking. He couldn't do that, even if a part of him might want too. So, for right now, he'll let himself concentrate on Eckhart, and try to not dread what was coming up too much. | ✯ ℞ ✯
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• N A M E •
Oliver Nathaniel Harris. Doesn't care if people refer to him as Oli.
• A G E •
35.
• G E N D E R •
Male.
• O C C U P A T I O N •
Ex-military surgeon; now a private chef for quite a few big names in the entertainment business.
• S E X U A L I T Y •
Homosexual.
• R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S •
Recent nasty break-up from boyfriend of two years; now is fake fiance to Gabriel Carrington.
• F A M I L Y M E M B E R S •
Mother: Holly Harris, alive; ex-surgeon at what had been voted as Los Angeles' best hospital, Cedars-Sinai Medical Center; now retired.
Father: Jack Harris, alive; ex-private chef for some bigger names in the entertainment business; now retired.
Older brother: Matthew Harris, deceased; ex-military.
Oliver often visits his parents, having a good, strong relationship with both of them, and sees distant family more often than not. He's very much a family man.
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• A P P E A R A N C E •
Oliver walks into a room with a confidence he doesn't quite feel. He often utilizes his whole 6'0 height, always walking and sitting with the proper posture, straight back and shoulders, lifted chin; he has an air about him that makes him come off like he's a man with a purpose, like he's someone who grew up knowing exactly what they wanted and when they wanted it. One will never catch Oliver dragging his feet, or slouching his shoulders, unless he is that disappointed or laughing that hard but it never lasts long at all. He can keep still for a good period of time, so sitting around, or even standing, never seems to phase his formal posture. This doesn't mean he's always stiff and rod-straight; in private, or around those he's comfortable with, he will definitely relax and slouch around, hold himself in a completely opposite way from the way he does in public settings. Perhaps adding to the appearance of confidence he seems to have is that he is fit; he has a toned, lithe form with defined muscles that gives away he has been through intense training, and hasn't let himself get out of shape. It helps he does have a fast metabolism, so skipping a few gym days or weeks doesn't affect him too badly.
Oliver doesn't tan as easily as others, and since he doesn't spend any more time than he has too out in the hot sun back in LA, his skin complexion is more of a creamy color than anything else. Even despite what he has been through, his body is practically devoid of any scars. He may have a few light ones from accidents, but nothing extremely apparent. Surprisingly, his hands aren't that hardened; some roughness to the tips but overall, not only his hands, but all of his skin, is soft and smooth, a sign that he does take care of himself, especially as a result from being a very hygienic person. He has been tossing around the idea of getting a tattoo in memory of his brother, but he isn't exactly sure what he'd get, or where he'd get it. It has been on his mind long enough, though; he probably just needs to bring it up and bounce ideas off of the right person.
Oliver's hair is a darker brown, cut in such a style that the shorter sides are barely brushing the top of his ears, the back barely brushing his neck, and it's thicker on the top, appearing shiny and healthy. His hair can look noticeably different in style depending on how he treats it that day. Either he can slick it back, flattening it to cause the sides and back to look longer. Or he can slightly spike it in the front, or just simply push it back, giving him the appearance of more hair on top of his head than the sides and back. He doesn't take much time on his hair; depending on where he's going, sometimes he may just push it back with his fingers and let it do its thing, or he might take more time on it and make it appear more neat. He is rarely clean-shaven, choosing instead to let facial hair grow where it may. With facial hair as dark as his hair, it can either come through as a five o'clock shadow, or be a few hours past that point. He doesn't often let it get thicker than that, choosing to keep it more so short and thin. His dark eyebrows are long, straight until they dip down just slightly at the ends, and appear thicker than most, giving them more of a bushier appearance.
Set beneath the thick beauties, are gentle eyes with thick eyelashes that stand out against his high cheekbones when he looks down. He has eyes that can't quite decide what color they want to be; most of the time, they appear to be a vivid blue, one that's light, could be called icy. Other times, they can seem closer to a light green, or a grey, or even darker in color, more of a brown. What he's wearing, and the type of light setting he's in, helps determine what color they choose to be that day. Laugh lines appear at the corner of both eyes, naturally more noticeable when he's smiling, and he sometimes finds himself looking in the mirror, smoothing his fingertips over them with squinted eyes because damn, he is getting old. Underneath a slightly wide nose, are pink lips, the bottom lip fuller than the top; naturally, they'll appear red if he licks or bites at them too much. Which isn't often he does, since he hides nervous habits such as those, but it still happens sometimes. An adorable butt-chin with a wide jaw brings together Oliver's handsome face.
Oliver tries his best to not have a style that reflects his rich lifestyle but well, he has a slightly expensive taste, but nothing over the top. He isn't like his mother, who thinks the higher the price, the better and prettier it is. He just goes for what he likes, and it usually happens to be something that'd fall under the high casual category. He actually enjoys clothes shopping, finding new things to wear out, adding more items to his honestly already full closet. If it's one thing that can make him feel good, it's clothes, so he has plenty of them. He goes with the seasons, reading magazines talking about the latest fashion trends though he may not always follow them, and dresses according to the weather. He does the same with his colors; his favorite season to wear is Fall. He loves scarves, light jackets, and fall colors. In a winter environment, he's prone to be seen in a creamy white sweater paired with darker, fitted slacks; or a rust brown wool coat with a grey turtleneck beneath and dark boots; or maybe even a smoke grey pea coat with a plain white shirt underneath and paired with brighter skinny jeans. One constant on his body seems to be a long chain around his neck, with a pair of dog tags on the end; not his own, but rather, his older brother's. Oliver quite enjoys dressing himself, and putting outfits together, making him quite the fashionable guy.
• P E R S O N A L I T Y •
Oliver has been through a lot, and the person he is today, is certainly not the same person he was twenty years ago. Twenty years ago, Oliver was a rich, privileged fifteen year old going through private school, letting his grades suffer in favor of hanging with the wrong crowd and illegally drinking. Fifteen years ago, Oliver was still rich and privileged but was twenty, and was riding through college on mommy's and daddy's money, so he could give less shits about his grades. Instead, he gave more shits about getting, well, shit-faced. Thankfully, Oliver was knocked out of that life, and after his experience in the military, and with his alcoholism and therapy afterward, he, of course, wasn't quite the same person. Fortunately, a lot of his good traits stuck with him throughout the years. Oliver has always been a very driven person; whatever he did, he put his all into it, whether it be drinking, studying, or even cooking. It's rare for Oliver to half-ass anything, even when he isn't in the best of moods, or isn't having a good day, he still gives whatever task he has that day his all. This does result in him appearing stubborn, though. He prefers to do things his way - though that doesn't mean he won't listen to other suggestions - and doesn't like to be told he can't do something. He's the type of person who doesn't like to hear no, and would rather figure something out on his own.
Oliver has always been very quick-witted. With parents who insisted on being proper, and going to big, fancy events, it caused Oliver to grow up behaving in a certain manner he has never quite shaken. He shook the stuck-up attitude that came attached with it, but he kept the charming attitude it had given him. If the setting calls for it, Oliver can come off as quite the debonair gentleman, slipping into conversations with ease, blending in with the type of group he just stepped into with little to no problem. This isn't to say he throws his beliefs and opinions to the wind; he just delivers them in a logical, and calm, manner that usually keeps the peace among the people he's with. To some, he can come off as posh, even stuck-up, though he never intends to be that way. Oliver has never been a judgmental being; even at his worse, he kept his compassion about him, his caring nature towards others, and he will never lose that part of himself. He doesn't hesitate to defend others, keeps a cool head in conflict and high-tense situations, and doesn't protest being blunt if it's called for. He's pretty honest when his opinion is asked for, but he does worry about what others think of him, so sometimes, he may sugar-coat his opinion, though he tries not too. Many would say he cares too much, too strongly. He's someone who has to help people; while right now, he's in a career that helps people's stomachs, maybe eventually he'll be okay enough to go back to actually saving lives.
He's a thinker, someone who likes to step back and observe something at all sides. Though, doing that to himself may take some time, since he isn't one for self-reflecting that often. He is very curious about any and everything, and that, alone, makes him retain more pointless knowledge than he cares to admit. Always, he has been an active listener to others. Someone could be talking about the most boring thing but he's right there, nodding and mhm'ing in the right places, taking it all in. He doesn't very often appear rude; he's actually a very kind and gentle individual, who will put his own problems on the back burner in favor of helping someone else. Which that he knows is a problem, but one he isn't working to fix. He isn't quick to anger, even on his bad days. Rather, he's quick to pay attention to someone else, something else. A distraction is what he seeks when something is getting to be too much for him, be it in the form of entertainment or listening to another ramble about anything they want. In that way, he does ignore his problems, but a lot of times, a distraction does prevent him from doing something he'd regret later.
Oliver comes off as a pretty positive guy; he tries to look at the bright side of things, rather than what's going wrong, and he's getting better at doing that. He tries to keep himself smiling or laughing about something, just to keep his mind off of his own troubles. He'll make jokes ranging from dark humor to the lamest pun ever, he loves it all. He enjoys coming off as almost sarcastic but he knows there's a time and place for everything, even jokes. If he knows someone gets a kick out of his jokes and sarcastic nature, he's sure to always turn to that person and mumble something to them if he wants no one else hearing. He can be seen as almost carefree, in a way, but that doesn't mean he is without stresses; he struggles daily with his own demons. Specifically, alcohol. It's a big weakness of his, since it gives him a feeling of not caring about what he's been through. He isn't an angry drunk, or even a sad drunk. He can grow mopey, and when he does, he can become a mess. But usually, he's more tactile, talkative and he probably laughs a little too loudly when under the influence. Though, he's trying his hardest to avoid that, no matter how badly he might want it. He doesn't like to talk about it, and instead attempts to politely deny a drink if it's offered to him, never wanting to explain why and usually coming up with an excuse that doesn't give away to the fact he's an ex-alcoholic. One of the times he will get easily annoyed is when someone is pushy, and tries to get him to do anything he doesn't want too, especially drink. Going to therapy has forced him to face why, exactly, he hits the bottle so hard. He does have PTSD, depression, and a mild case of anxiety; but the biggest reason is because of the guilt he suffers from. Oliver heavily blames himself for the patients he lost. He heavily blames himself for pain he has caused others. He's hard on himself, to the point it dwindles his confidence and it makes him feel very bad about himself. He has issues lifting himself up. He knows he has saved a lot of lives, but it seems like the ones he has lost, the people he has hurt, the limbs he couldn't save, haunt him the most. Those what if's visit him late at night and keep him up. If he even mildly offends someone, and they point it out or he notices, he's quick to apologize, but expect him to beat himself up for it for some time after.
He tries really hard to avoid anything alcoholic, even talk of it, like the plague. Another thing he avoids like the plague is talk of his time overseas; if he talks about it, he keeps it short, and smoothly changes the subject. He prefers playing off his problems, his mental scarring, and tries to not make it as big of a deal as it actually is. Therapy has helped him admit to more of his problems - to his therapist. To an outsider, though, he's more tight-lipped. Oliver tries really hard to hide his inner struggles, and instead chooses to pay attention to others, while hiding behind a mask of quick-wit and confidence that isn't so real. Therapy has always been hard for him, because sometimes, he doesn't like to face reality. He isn't much a realist; he likes to stay in a place where things are better, though he's learning to not do that. He can be quite sensitive about certain matters, and he can appear like an open book at times. If something is snapped at him or a blunt truth is said to him, he may flinch but cover it up and attempt to play it off; if something is snapped to someone else, if someone else is hurt, he'll stand up for them. That just shows how much, or rather how little, he cares about himself. It had been different, when he was younger, a time that feels so far away. Now, he just takes whatever is dished at him, and tries to hide his hurt over it, but he doesn't let anyone else get treated unfairly, if he can do anything about it.
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• L I K E S •
⇧ Cooking - he finds something relaxing and methodical about following a recipe; there's an order to it that he enjoys. the science behind cooking is something that he also greatly enjoys, and knows much about. alton brown is a total hero of his.
⇧ Late night movies - those weird movies that come on at two in the morning that shouldn't had been made? yeah, those are a guilty pleasure of his.
⇧ Hot drinks - the feel of a warm cup cradled in his hands, seeing the steam come off the surface of the liquid, feeling the heat when he brings it close enough to his face; there's something about that that just speaks to him.
⇧ Cold weather - snow, snow, snow. bring it on, because he loves it. also, he loves scarves, so that's a bonus in cold weather.
⇧ Stillness - be it the stillness of a dark, starry night, the stillness of a dark room while laying in bed, or the stillness of an empty, quiet house, he finds a certain peace within those.
⇧ Science - his best subject has always been science, and he loves all types of science, but especially health sciences, space science, and molecular gastronomy (type of food science).
• D I S L I K E S •
⇩ Alcohol - he has had his fair share of issues with the stuff and he hates it's still a weakness.
⇩ Loud noises - while he may not have been in direct combat, he has experienced plenty of loud, frightening sounds to make him not like sudden, loud noises.
⇩ Dry heat - he was stationed in a dry barren location; he doesn't like dry heat, sand, or sweating when he isn't intending too.
⇩ The patients he has lost - of course, he has lost people, and he always takes it to heart, forces himself to attempt to ingrain their name and face into his memory, though having worked in a heavy combat area has caused some of them to blur, and that only increases his guilt.
⇩ Insomnia - he loves sleep, so the fact he suffers from chronic insomnia isn't something he's too thrilled about.
⇩ The dentist - he goes, he wants to keep his teeth in their best shape, but seriously, he hates laying back in that chair, being blinded by a light, and having strange hands in his mouth. if he didn't care so much, he wouldn't go at all. he will always ask, why, why do they talk to you when their hands are in your mouth?
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• H I S T O R Y •
When in reference to the typical American dream, Oliver Harris would jokingly say he had everything, even the white picket fence, but not the dog. He wouldn't be joking though. With a surgeon for a mother, and a popular private chef for a father in West Los Angeles, the Harris family was not short on money by any means. Thus, Oliver and his older brother by two years, Matthew, grew up in a household where not only would any requested material items be given to them, but where they also experienced an intense amount of attentiveness and praise from both of their parents. Oliver had a childhood that would be the envy of those who had a lack of attention, and what felt like love, from their parents in their youth, since the two Harris boys had that, and more, in abundance. It resulted in quite the indulgent childhood. It was no surprise that Oliver was a spoiled, and slightly conceited, person in his adolescent years. He wasn't proud to admit he did cause his parents, and even his older brother, problems in his teenage years, and somewhat beyond that. Getting mixed up with the wrong crowd resulted in him caring more about skipping class and illegally drinking than his grades. Shortly after witnessing Matthew's graduation, he left for the military, and Oliver hadn't batted an eye at it. A lot of people went into the military; their parents hadn't fully approved but they had never held their children back, so they gave him their blessing. While Oliver had always been pretty intelligent, close to his own graduation, his parents had to settle with him going to a college they hadn't labeled "elite" because they were determined to push him in that direction. Even despite his uncaring attitude in high school.
Oliver wanted to go to college, but only because of the prospect of more freedom and a lot more partying. Oliver hadn't chosen a major, much to his parents' hidden frustrations, but when not busy destroying his liver, or attempting to keep his eyes opened in a class, he had been considering following in his father's footsteps. One thing he and his father had heavily bonded over had been cooking, and Oliver never lost his touch with cooking. He had quickly become his dorm building's chef, being able to take any food and make something half decent out of it. He was really only in college because while he might be taking advantage of his free ride through college by drinking it away, he did love his parents, and had wanted to at least make them sort of proud. Nearly two years into college, barely passing, he got a call from his parents requesting he come home for that weekend. He had resisted at first, the best parties happened over the weekend after all, but they had insisted. He caved, since they were his parents, and went. He almost wished he hadn't. They gave him the news that Matthew had been killed in combat while overseas. It floored Oliver. He could recall just talking to him a few days ago on the phone, the older boy gently scolding him for nearly failing science when Oliver's best subject had always been science, but never outright calling him out like sometimes their mother did. Matthew and Oliver had always had a relationship that, even if they barely said a word to each other for a few weeks, they could go to the other and start spewing everything wrong without it feeling weird or awkward. The two had been close, even each other's best friends when younger, and they hadn't quite lost that connection even after splitting up.
After that, Oliver took a step back and really looked at his life. He thought about the gentle scoldings and advice Matthew would dish him that he'd just brush off and realized he was ruining his own life at the rate he was going. That his family could see it, but knew he was young and bullheaded enough to not listen to them, so they hadn't pushed. It was a defining moment in his life; if only that moment hadn't come from the result of such a depressing tragedy. Instead of letting it bog him down, and diving deeper into his partying lifestyle, he pulled himself away from it. With all of that advice Matthew had given him he had chose to ignore weighing down on him, he couldn't keep down his current path. He began to take college seriously, lifted up his grades, and was actually doing pretty well for himself. He'd still go to a party but he made sure he went when it wouldn't effect his school schedule. It had been hard at first; he had, of course, liked being irresponsible and lazy. He had liked the feeling alcohol had given him but Matthew wouldn't be proud if he had kept that life up. His parents wouldn't had been, either. Close to his graduation and earning his bachelor's degree, he had his parents asking him what he was going to do after college. They were still suffering from the loss of Matthew, still upset and sad about it, but that would be expected. They stuck together and tried their best to keep going. Oliver considered becoming a private chef much like his father - it would be easy, since his father had connections - but the more he thought on it, the more his mind kept returning to one thing. His mother as inspiration, he had decided to go to medical school. But rather become a nurse, or doctor, or even a surgeon at one of the hospitals in Los Angeles, he had decided to do something that upset his parents. He'd earn his medical degree, join the military, and work up to becoming a surgeon. He wanted to save other soldiers, since he couldn't save his brother.
His parents had, for once, tried to firmly tell him no, to put their foot down, but Oliver had made up his mind. He wanted to go overseas and save lives, so no other family had to experience the pain his had. He had always been determined and his parents couldn't convince him otherwise. So, after four years of medical school, he joined the military, and that was that. He stayed with the military for four years, became a surgeon, but it had been a lot harder than he was expecting. The things he heard, he had seen, the lives he had lost. He saved plenty, of course he had, but the ones he lost stuck with him, and weighed him down. The limbs he had to take from soldiers to save them weighed him down. The overall environment weighed him down. It hadn't all been bad. Of course not. He had made friends, gained new family members that he still kept in contact with today, though their relationship wasn't as strong now. He could recall some fond memories, could name a few guys that stuck with him, could laugh at a few stories. Like one story, that made him cringe but then laugh, about how he had saved this guy, but had to amputate his leg which was the part where Oliver would cringe. But then he'd recall how the guy stayed in the military hospital for about a month, and if given the chance, Oliver would visit the patients as often as possible. Almost each time he went, the guy would either be out of it on drugs, or a lack of sleep like many traumatized soldiers suffered from, and would say the funniest things. Sometimes when Oliver was feeling shitty, he'd remember that guy, and it'd make him give a slightly sad smile. After his four years were up, he couldn't go back. He still feels selfish over that decision, so many more lives could be saved, but he couldn't bring himself to go back. He was 30 when he came back to the States, moved into his own apartment in West LA near his parents, and tried to settle back into the city. It had been rough. For almost a year, he barely contacted his parents, didn't bother finding a job, and instead fell back on the old habits of drinking and just trying to forget everything that he had seen and blamed himself for. Alcohol became his crutch. It became his way out, his way of avoiding his mental scarring.
His parents became increasingly worried about him, and that only caused him to shut himself in more. By the time he had been back in the States for two years, he finally had a wake up call. After a particularly bad episode that almost resulted in him taking his life - his parents, especially his mother, having completely flipped their shit over it - he finally sought help. Just the thought of putting his parents, his other immediate family, through another too-soon loss propelled him to attempt to get better. That choice led to therapy. Lots, and lots, of therapy. Naturally, he wasn't fixed over night. He was suffering from PTSD, depression, and alcoholism. Even he understood these were not easy fixes. Money had never been a problem, so he got the best of the best help. Even then, he had relapses, but it happened. He picked himself back up and kept going. He had always been a determined and stubborn person, that was for sure. After half a year into therapy, he decided to pursue his original dream, and began to follow in his father's footsteps, working on his career as a private chef. With his father, and his connections, it hadn't been hard to wiggle his way into that life. He quickly found a good footing, and was quite enjoying his new career choice. He had considered becoming a surgeon at the hospital his mother had worked at, but just the thought of possibly losing another patient sent his heart racing and palms sweating; he immediately decided against it. After a full year into therapy, he met another struggling soul by the name of Brad. They hit it off, could relate to the other, and it started a budding romance.
Too bad that romance turned sour after almost a year of dating. It took a while for both of them to realize they were not good for the other; Oliver, being the headstrong person he was, was very anal about being around alcohol. Considering he had his few relapses, he always grew uncomfortable and weary around the stuff. Brad, on the other hand, felt like he could control his bad habit, and would sometimes allow himself a drink or two. Thing was, Brad was pretty damn good at controlling his bad habit, only letting himself a taste sometimes, but it always put Oliver on edge. This resulted in Brad becoming increasingly annoyed with Oliver's "overbearing" behavior, as Brad saw it. They both tried to make it work, stuck with the other because there had been love there, but it was bled out when Oliver kept trying too hard and feeling guilty over little things, and Brad kept ignoring his attempts and claiming he was being overly paranoid about alcohol. Just a shy of two years, they had a nasty break-up. Brad accusing Oliver of wanting everything perfect and neat, in an order; wanting to pretend and appear like everything in their life was posh and "hoity-toity" when it was not that at all. Oliver had been hurt, since he does try his best to not come off as "snobby" or "rich" because of the way he was raised, and he was also hurt Brad didn't understand his concerns, and his trouble, with alcohol. Obviously, Brad hadn't suffered as bad from the addiction, and Brad had never known how to handle Oliver's occasional nightmare or the small episodes he still suffered from when a noise resembled an explosion or a gunshot a little too closely. He was much better at controlling himself when either of these things occurred, years of therapy could do that to a person, but naturally, he still struggled.
After the break-up, Oliver was sort of amazed he had spent two years with Brad. Looking back, he realized how he and Brad had never quite clicked. He saw how they could never work out. They couldn't quite relate to the other, even if they suffered from the same addiction. Oliver did wonder if he was more upset at the two years he had lost with Brad, or if he was truly upset over the lost of Brad. Either way, he was sort of relieved. Brad had always put him on edge with the few drinks he might have in public, would cringe or flinch every time Brad got a little loud because Oliver thought maybe he was having one too many, so he was relieved to be away from that anxiety inducer. But despite that, he could feel himself feeling really shitty, slowly walking back into that rut that would eventually lead to a relapse, so a small vacation by himself was needed. He needed to be away from the city, away from the reminders of Matthew and Brad, away from his parents' constant worrying. He loved the snow, the cold, and so running off to a snowy, cold environment seemed like the most logical choice. Running off to his parents' cabin in Colorado seemed even more logical. Thinking of the warming affects of alcohol was something that did not need to be logical, and something that needed to be avoided. Saying yes to being a fake fiance to an old face that didn't remember him was, indeed, very not logical but... hopefully that'll be the only illogical choice he'll make on this already strange vacation.
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Oliver takes medication for his depression, though he sometimes wonders why he does since he still has intensely bad days; he really does it because his parents, and therapist, want to see him trying to get better (he doesn't give himself enough credit because he has come a long way from where he was originally). To keep his hands busy and mind off drinking, his therapist recommended he pick up a few hobbies. As of right now, Oliver can knit/crochet; he enjoys putting together models of any transportation vehicles; he attempts origami but he's still sort of failing at that one; he likes to mess around with a Rubik's cube; of course, cooking is always a great way for him to get his hands busy and his mind distracted; he has also learned that helping his elderly neighbor out with her flower garden is engaging and fun.
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2,691 | 61 | 10 | 2,567 | 1,182 | Lee watched the sun fall below the horizon and turn the grounds outside a monotone shade of blue-gray before he turned to the grandfather clock in his study. It chimed five times for the hour, a minute early from years of neglect, and almost as soon as it had quieted the door opened.
Agatha was an old employee of Lee’s – she usually staffed their estate rather than the lodge, but for years of loyal service he’d asked if she was interested in coming to work over the holidays for an obscene bonus. Her weathered skin matched his own, and with her hands folded behind her back and her shoulders set as if she was reporting to a commanding officer, she informed him, “Dinner will be ready shortly, Mr. Carrington.”
“Are all of my children here?”
“Nathaniel and his plus one haven’t arrived yet, but he called ahead. Something about a snow storm – it was difficult to make out through the interference and the curse words, but I expect he’ll be here as soon as he can.”
He finished off the remainders of his cold tea. “I suppose Cass has been having an aneurysm, seeing them all again.” His eyes flickered up at the unexpected silence, surprise in them. Lee’s lips turned down into a severe frown, because he should have known better. “She didn’t?”
“We directed them to their rooms to get them settled in,” Agatha explained. “The staff. Cassiopeia retreated to her bedroom before the first of them arrived.”
“Of course she did.” Lee pinched the bridge of his nose to stave off a headache and silenced her questioning to see if he needed anything. There was a tightness in his eyes that hadn’t been present earlier, stress wearing on him perhaps, and he folded up the sleeves of his shirt. “The table’s been set up in the den?” Yes, was the answer. “And my wife’s still hiding in her bedroom?” Yes – but hesitant this time.
“Let her know to meet me in the den. See if she’s coming out.” Lee sighed tiredly. “And then let my kids– everyone else know to come down.”
The Winter Lodge did have a dining hall, but it was fit for a banquet, not a family. Long ago when he first arranged for the Carrington family’s first Christmas there – long before his youngest few were born, and long before he ever thought ten children possible – he had a better dining table ordered, one fit for a cozy space like the den rather than somewhere so impersonal.
The large oak table was made to look rustic, yet refined. The four corners were carved in, the top of the table-legs adorned with stags, and the matching seats were plush and comfortable on Lee’s aging bones. It matched the aesthetic of the den, which implied a rather ironic hunting lifestyle with the stag’s head mounted on the wall and the quaint fireplace.
The family pictures on the mantelpiece.
Lee took a seat at the top side of the table, just within view of one of the frosted-over windows. His wife joined him within minutes, seating herself to Lee’s right. Cassiopeia offered no greeting apart from a curt nod before folding her hands on her lap. Her posture was always flawless, but her back was entirely too straight and rigid.
Perhaps only seconds passed, but Cassiopeia sighed through thin lips.
“I thought that I had taught them to never be late.”
“I thought you were going to greet them,” Lee said instead of agreeing, using the same tone that Cassiopeia had.
“No need to put a sour taste in their mouths upon arrival,” She replied, closing her eyes and taking another breath. “We want them to stay, Lee. Not scare them off the moment they arrive.”
“It’s not like they could run very far, what with the snow.” Despite his words, Lee’s hand settled on Cassiopeia’s knee with a reassuring squeeze. If there had been privacy, the whole logistics of a stilted reunion would be having his head hit the table – two or three times at that just to ensure his brains really were dashed out. “It’ll be fine. I’m sure there won’t be any screaming matches this early.”
He gave her a slightly pained smile.
Placing her hand on top of Lee’s, Cassiopeia looked at him helplessly.
“I shouldn’t be the one being reassured… Are you okay? I can’t have this causing complications for you and making it worse—”
Lee nodded, and pointedly tilted his head towards a door. A creaky house like the Winter Lodge made it so that every single movement was audible through the floorboards, and the first of their children would already be on the other side. | ❖ N A M E
Cassiopeia Rosalind Carrington
❖ A G E
63
❖ G E N D E R
Female
❖ O C C U P A T I O N
Co-owner and executive assistant to the CEO of Trium-Veritas
❖ S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
❖ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Married to Lee Carrington
❖ A P P E A R A N C E
There's something about Cassiopeia that makes people straighten their posture when she's nearby. When people hear the signature clacking of her heels approaching, they immediately rush to at least look like they were hard at work if they weren't before. Her strict temperament is visible in how she moves; her posture is immaculate, every gesture and action is swift and decisive, and there’s absolutely no unnecessary movements made.
Years of taking care of her skin seems to have paid off for the most part, but even the famous Cassiopeia Carrington isn’t immune to the effects of old age. Her clear skin is relatively devoid of beauty marks and other such spots, but the wrinkles that weigh lightly upon her face were unavoidable—but the common laugh lines etched upon faces seem to be missing; she seldom smiles, after all. Her mouth seems to be permanently twisted downwards in disapproval.
She’s usually seen dressed in muted colors; Cassiopeia is often associated with black, white, gray and blue in terms of her wardrobe. It’s quite difficult to imagine her relaxing on a day off in a pair of comfortable sweats and slippers, even her children have likely never seen her wear any attire besides a pristine, sharp outfit. Does she even own a pair of shoes that doesn’t have heels? Having an interest in fashion and fashion design (and having a bit of a vain streak), Cassiopeia’s clothing though simple, is actually quite intricate in design and obviously extremely expensive.
❖ P E R S O N A L I T Y
To be a woman that stands at the apex of an empire dominated by men is no easy feat. Cassiopeia Carrington has developed a thick skin in order to survive in such a place, and that unfortunately seems to have leaked into her personal life as well. Imposing, intimidating and stoic, Cassiopeia has refused to show weakness in front of her male colleagues and it appears that she has buried emotions and vulnerability so far into the ground that sometimes she doesn’t seem to be human. She’s a perfectionist is a core, and apparently nothing is good enough for Cassiopeia; she can always find a scathing comment to make about how something doesn’t live up to her standards. Despite her deadpan expressions, Cassiopeia is quick to expression emotions; specifically negative ones. Due to the fact that she has little to no patience for incompetence, it’s common to see her snapping her fingers and getting worked up about mistakes, or supplementing sarcastic comments with a dramatic roll of her eyes. Should she be several years younger and a lot more personable, people might even call her sassy.
It’s easy to think that Cassiopeia doesn’t quite care for anything, but in fact the opposite is true. Cassiopeia cares too much instead of too little, and this has been a constant through her entire life. Why else would she be a perfectionist? Maybe she truly does care about the best for not just the company but for her family as well? Such thoughts may cross through her children’s minds once in a blue moon, when Cassiopeia is surprisingly not critical of something for once, but those questions remain unanswered. It’s quite difficult seeing how your own mother may care about you when she’s berating your slouched posture for the eleventh time in a row. Tough love is the only thing that Cassiopeia knows about parenting—it’s how she was raised, after all—and obviously there’s something wrong with her methods. Cassiopeia has gotten less and less involved with each child, and how much she fussed over them; something she was doing is wrong, and so the next best option is to not try at all.
As a mother, Cassiopeia often comes off as cold, uncaring and disappointed in her children. She had never been the type to clap her hands and exclaim about how proud she is of her children, nor is she the type to go around bragging about how brilliant they are to anyone who will listen. Moments of approval were far in between, but that also meant that a rare approving nod could mean the entire world; Cassiopeia Carrington isn’t easily impressed after all. Regardless of how uncaring she seems about her children, she has always made sure that they had everything they wanted—within reason. She likes to think that having them rebelling against her and her husband prepared them for the harsh, real world somewhat and that was somehow good parenting, but perhaps that’s just wishful thinking.
Lately she’s been gazing at the family album before slipping under the bedsheets. She’s getting sentimental, perhaps.
She must be getting old.
❖ L I K E S
Steaming hot tea with a slice of lemon
Organization of any kind
Monochromatic color schemes
A plush surface that she can run her hands along
❖ D I S L I K E S
Incompetence and easily preventable mistakes
Not recognizing the backs of her own hands due to her age
Her own parents
Losing her temper
❖ H I S T O R Y
Perhaps it would surprise most people if they heard that Cassiopeia Carrington was a vibrant, bright lady with a zeal for life in her youth. Contrary to her demeanor today, she used to be carefree and wild, living life on a whim rather than reason. She had such a bounding enthusiasm in everything, and it was easy to see that her future was filled with infinite possibilities; all she had to do was choose a passion. Life isn’t that kind, however, is it? Her parents, George and Athena Solomon were social ladder climbers, intent on living a lavish life with no more struggles to be had. They were struggling though, their business didn’t take off like they hoped it would. It was successful, but not successful enough; it wasn’t bringing in enough money to suit their needs and wants. What was an easy way to rake in cash without turning to crime and deceit?
A business marriage, obviously.
The majority of Cassiopeia’s teenage years were her parents micromanaging everything about her, from how she talked, how she held herself, how to eat, what she wore… All for the sole purpose of pretty much selling off their daughter to a rich man so they could take advantage of Cassiopeia’s new wealth. College provided more freedom (her parents graciously paid for an ivy league school, in hopes of finding a wealthy person there), but her schedule on the weekends were monopolized by parties to attend, courtesy of her greedy parents. It wasn’t all completely bad though, she had met ‘the one’ at one of those boring parties after all. Lee Carrington was everything her parents dreamed of, and immediately they began pushing and nudging her towards him. She was grateful that Lee didn’t make a move for a long time; and if he did she likely would’ve rejected him out of guilt. Being friends was just fine, there wasn’t an ulterior motive to just being friends, right? She couldn’t take advantage of him when they were just friends.
Inevitably, they entered a relationship. Cassiopeia started to purposefully distance herself from her parents then. The last time she saw her parents was at her wedding, and she deliberately goes out of her way to avoid them afterwards.
Cassiopeia considers the first few major milestones of her life to come much later in life than most, and there was little time in between them. The first major event was getting married, and finally becoming independent. The second and third—Lee taking over the company completely and becoming a mother, respectively—happened in a whirlwind.
And the rest of course, is history.
❖ M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O
Any other information that we should know?
After looking at the sheets, we've found a few common misconceptions about Cassiopeia and Lee that we feel is important that we address publically.
The first thing we want to stress is that while Cass and Lee are both terrible parents, they're not evil.
There’s been a few applications that have the parents forcing their kids to do lessons or a hobby that the kids don't want to do. Neither parent would ever force their kids to do something they don't want.
The parents will require their kids to take lessons in at least some things so they aren't always idle. They will always ask what the child would like to do, and as long as it's reasonable, they will make it happen. If the child doesn't have anything they want to do, they will offer some options for them to choose the one they want to do most.
If the child ends up not wanting to continue the chosen lesson, Cass and Lee won't force them to continue. However, they will be given a little bit of a hard time.
Cass and Lee's criticism is problematic but not abusive.
They never criticize just to be mean, they do so to better their children. Perhaps this method is deeply flawed and not received well, but it's not done just because they want to hurt someone.
They don't criticize in public; therefore public humiliation just does not happen.
They don't criticize perfection, this is met with rare praise.
Their criticism is smaller scale and more disheartening; a performance or essay can be almost perfect, and they can spot a tiny flaw and be like "oh, you tried very hard but see this tiny unnoticable flaw? we noticed it. we don't think anyone else did but you should fix that" (Cass' criticism may seem harsher however, just becase of her blunt delivery.)
The older children will have been pushed the hardest. The younger children will also be pushed very hard, but the parents won't be as involved in their lives as their older siblings have experienced.
Finally, Cass and Lee do love and care deeply for all of their children. It's up to you whether your character realizes this or not, but their mistakes in how they raised their children are just that: mistakes. They're not done out of malicious intent. They are parents who realized that they've been doing something wrong, and are trying to prevent those mistakes from happening again; it's just not working as well as they hoped.
Sorry for the long post, but before people get too deep in the process of writing their character, we wanted to address this publically so you don't have to rewrite your entire sheet based on a misinterpretation of the parents. Cass and Lee are not like the evil stepmother, or any cartoon villains. They're just parents that have made horrible mistakes, and obviously the consequences of their actions have affected everyone deeply. |
2,692 | 61 | 11 | 969 | 1,093 | Gabriel Carrington & Oliver Harris
Funny, how the world works things out - maybe ‘works things out’ doesn’t describe the depth of intervention the universe plays at. Muck up? Fuck up? Just an all out mess of things when everything seemed right, even for just a moment. All the stars staring from their posts at the mired clutter just trying to get from one goal to the next in some Sisyphean feat. If stars could look smug from a billion light years away, Gabriel wouldn’t doubt their lights turned that pomp onto him. The blackness hanging over him felt abyssal and simultaneously lacking that emptiness between flickers of light. Even the moon seemed to mock him, full blown face a brightness that hurt his eyes in damp grass.
This wouldn’t work. Gabriel ran a hand over his face, like it’d wipe away the bags hanging under his eyes. His hands fumbled with the dials on his telescope, making a mess of the towel the tripod stood on. A clank resounded and the head of the telescope dropped to clang on the metal of one of the legs. Cursing, Gabriel shuffled to examine the glass, a microfibre towel at the ready. Just a few smudges this time, nothing broke or out of place. The relief sank palpable into his breath and released in a sigh while he continued packing.
Three days after he’d gotten the letter - just enough time to send him off his axis. Nothing felt quite right, like a picture he knew looked crooked, yet even if his perception caught on fast, his vision lagged perpetually behind. That off-kilter feeling only intensified in the coming days and this allotted trip wouldn’t rear its head for another few months. That meant more time for Gabriel to go out of his mind.
After scrambling all of the equipment into his jeep, Gabriel climbed into the lit up trunk to roll up the jeans on his right leg. He grabbed a clean rag from one of his bags and simply lost himself in mindless maintenance. Respite never came often and after these hellish hours, it lost even that frequency. Funny how the universe worked. “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong,” Gabriel muttered, barely feeling the tug on the brace that kept the prosthetic firmly attached to his leg. “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong,” he repeated, taken with the adage and like some Pavlov experiment, Gabriel simply waited for the other shoe to drop. For a mountain of shoes to drop.
The soil felt cool between Oliver’s fingers, gritty and black, wiggling its way under his blunt fingernails and dirtying his slightly tanned hands. Not that he minded. He dug his fingers deep into the soil, breaking the surface, and pushed it aside. He did this repeatedly, beginning to create a shallow hole that turned into a deeper one. He got lost in the mindless task, focused solely on pushing dirt this way and that to achieve in making a hole. Allowing himself to squeeze soil between his fingers, to grip it hard and feel it, to let himself think on how this soil gave life to plants. If only humans could thrive in such a manner that appeared so simple; to just simply be, to just simply live without all the emotions and struggles attached to that. Oh, if only life could be that easy, then maybe Oliver wouldn’t be staring into a dark hole, his dirty fingers wiggling under soil, and wondering if he should come up with some overused metaphor that related the seemingly black hole to his life right now.
“Oliver, that hole is deep enough. And what have I told you about not wearing gloves and using the tools? Getting yourself filthy for no reason, tsk.” an elderly voice sounded from beside him, making him snap back into reality and look over at the source. A gentle, smiling face was staring at him, deep lines giving away the age, but eyes still bright and youthful, reflecting the type of person the face used to belong too.
Oliver cleared his throat a little, taking his fingers from the hole and rubbing his hands together to knock off the excess clinging to his skin. “Sorry, Ms. Moody. You know I’m stubborn.” he said with a slight smile in her direction; instead of saying he liked how the dirt felt between his fingers, liked having soil that gave life to something so simple held within his palms. While the stubborn bit was not a lie, even he could see that fault in himself, that wasn’t the whole truth, either.
Ms. Moody’s eyes lingered on Oliver’s face, as if she could feel there was more to the simple task, but then shook her head. “Go on, get cleaned up. You have to pack anyway, don’t you?” she asked, shifting her knees on the yoga pad she always used against the hard ground. She had to always remind Oliver, while throwing it down, that he had old, aching bones to look forward too.
Oliver sighed through his nose. “Yeah. Flight’s heading out tomorrow.” he murmured, reaching over to take the flower from Ms. Moody’s hands anyway, to gently place it into the hole. Just deep enough, he noticed as he began to pack soil around the roots, to steady the plant and keep it in the flower bed. “Just… a few more flowers, then I’ll go wash my hands like a good boy.” he promised, making sure the flower was firmly planted, and allowing himself to gently rub one of the petals, smearing dirt on the bright surface that’d be washed away later.
“Oh, fine.” Ms. Moody said with some amusement in her voice, turning back to her own spot in the flower bed, where she was busy planting the flowers in perfect distance from each other. “Just be sure to get some rest before your flight.” she said firmly, and Oliver simply hummed and nodded his acknowledgement of her words, as he moved over to begin digging another hole. Ms. Moody was quiet for all but four seconds before she asked, “Oliver, are you happy with Brad?”
Oliver froze at the unexpected question. Then again, when were questions like that ever expected? He knew he had been acting not that excitable but he had thought he was hiding his internal struggle a little better than that. Ms. Moody, however, had lived a long time, and she could almost always see through Oliver’s fake smiles. It was one reason he sometimes avoided her, making him feel extremely guilty. “Uh,” he said dumbly, beginning to move again as he shook himself mentally a little. He focused even harder on digging his fingers into the soil. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, giving a small laugh that sounded forced even to his own ears.
“Do you think I’m blind?” Ms. Moody asked with a scoff. “Or stupid? Usually people about to go on a vacation with their boyfriend of two years are a little more excited.” she pointed out, stabbing her trowel into the soil. “Aren’t you meeting his parents in Boston? Then heading to that nice cabin of your parents in Colorado? I don’t know, Oli, if I was having a vacation like that with someone I love, I wouldn’t be feeling so down in the dumps.”
Oliver grew quiet. He knew she was right. Of course she was. He had that thought himself. Why wasn’t he excited? He was more so… dreading, meeting Brad’s parents, and the guilt he felt over that was intense. Brad had met some of his family, it was only fair to go ahead and meet his parents, at the very least. “I’m just tired today. Overthinking meeting his parents. What if they don’t like me?” he deflected from the real issue and by Ms. Moody side-eyeing him, he knew she saw through it.
But instead of pushing him, she gave a soft sigh and reached over to squeeze his arm. “Just be yourself, because you’re such a good man, Oliver, and no matter what, don’t forget that.” she told him quietly and Oliver could only nod without looking at her, swallowing around the small lump growing in his throat. He wished he could believe that. He was relieved for the silence that followed the conversation, so he could focus solely on digging dark holes with his own fingers.
A few more holes and flowers later, and Oliver was threatened with a trowel as encouragement to go inside, clean up, and actually pack. It worked, because Ms. Moody could be a tough old bird, and Oliver wasn’t going to cross her path wrongly. The water turned dark with dirt, little clumps forming and slowly sliding down the drain, as Oliver kept his promise of washing his hands clean. He found himself scrubbing his blunt fingernails against his skin, going up to his wrist, before he made himself stop and stick to his hands. Washing away the evidence of what he had been doing for majority of his morning. A task that had kept him relaxed, for the most part, especially with Ms. Moody’s reminiscing of days long gone. Now, it was silent besides the running water, and that sound eventually ended once he was done rubbing his hands practically raw to get them clean and free of all the dirt.
Packing. That was what needed to be done next. But, he found himself lingering at the sink, staring out the little window above it, looking at nothing in particular. Boston. With Brad. To meet his parents. They haven’t even officially moved in together, instead hopping back and forth from each other’s places. Was this a good idea? He felt like something was coming to a head, like they were. Or, was he overthinking things again? Brad often told him he over-thought a lot of stuff. He guessed Brad was right. He was just thinking too much, as usual, letting his mind race and get away from him so it could conjure up the most ridiculous and darkest thoughts. He snorted a little, shaking his head and looking down. Stop freaking out, this’ll be good for both of you. he thought firmly as he pushed himself away from the sink. All right, packing.
“I feel like I have to keep repeating this,” the click of a pen echoed in the room - felt like it had dropped. It continued clicking - click, click, click. A teetering pendulum, the sharp edges of Poe’s guillotine so tied to the laws of physics. A steady tick - tick - tick like a clock counting down the hours to an untimely death. The pit. The slab of cold so absent of heat it refused the warmth of the body strung to it.
Click - click - click
“-being that old and still not-”
“Excuse me,” Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut, raking his vision away from the bookshelf, “can you quit that?”
“Quit wha-oh, I’m so sorry,” the therapist, a Dr. Cobb, threw the pen haphazardly onto the ornate mahogany next to him. Mahogany. Looked more worn - an heirloom. More likely a bargain with how carelessly treated it looked.
Gabriel’s eyes flicked to the clock fixated behind the man. It ticked noon and he stood. “Time’s up. I have to start packing. Sorry, doctor. Thanks again,” he rattled off, grabbing his briefcase and refusing to wait for the man’s rehearsed prompt before shutting the door behind him.
The ride home felt blank. Every building that passed remained a dull beat in the back of Gabriel’s mind. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and found himself handing the cab driver a twenty and shuffling out. Another squeeze and he smelled the faint aroma of sterility and overuse of pine sol for the crappy wood floor of his studio. He sighed, found himself staring at the bags he’d already packed the day before. A chill ran through him and he couldn’t quite explain the dread of staring at each bag like it’d personally scorned him.
“Right,” Gabriel mumbled and ran a hand through his hair. They bought him plane tickets. They didn’t know; he couldn’t blame them. A deep sigh tore through his throat, coming out shaky through his nose.
Too much time passed between leaving and now and far too much said and done, too. Unfortunately, he couldn’t look skyward for help, if anything, the universe gave him enough of a break. Gabriel had to look at this like a chance to make amends. Or something like that. Anything to make swallowing his fate a whole lot easier.
Fold the corner over that corner, then fold the whole piece of paper in half again, and… that didn’t look like a bird at all. Instead, it looked like a paper that was folded multiple times without any true reason for it. Oliver should just give up on origami, but if he was anything, it was determined... that could be called stubborn more than anything. He’d learn to make this stupid swan before the end of this year, damnit. He turned the paper over in his hands, wondering where he went wrong, when his cell phone began vibrating on the desk beside him. It made him jump in surprise and he hesitated to pick it up when he saw it was his mom calling. But, he couldn’t just ignore her, possibly worry her, so he picked it up. “Hey mom!” he tried his best to sound cheery when he answered, tucking the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could keep fiddling with the piece of paper.
“Hi sweetie. How’s the vacation in Boston going? Were Brad’s parents nice? Did they like you? Did they-”
“Mom. I can’t answer fifty questions at once.” Oliver interrupted patiently, unfolding the piece of paper and staring at his opened ‘Easy Origami’ book, eyeing the directions for what felt like the millionth time on how to make a swan. Easy, my ass. he thought with a frown and narrowed eyes at the book, as if it was the book’s fault he couldn’t quite get a piece of paper to turn into a swan.
“Oh, sorry, sorry. I’m just so excited for you. Okay, one at a time. How’s the vacation going?” his mom sounded so happy for him, and Oliver lost focus on the page he was staring at. Could he tell her? Upset her? Or should he act like everything’s okay, wait until he’s home to tell her? But… he didn’t plan on being home for a long while.
“Uh. It’s going good. I mean, Boston wasn’t on the top of my list for vacation places, but I’m excited to go to Colorado. Hopefully I remember how to ski; kind of like riding a bike, right? You never forget.” he rambled slightly, not looking at the book any longer, but staring down at the crinkled piece of light pink paper. He just began to randomly fold it before unfolding it, just to give his fingers something to do.
Silence met him on the other end of the line, and he squeezed the paper a little, causing wrinkles. He began to smooth them out with his fingertips when his mom finally spoke. “Oliver. What happened?”
He almost groaned. Of course she’d be able to see through his false cheer. It wasn’t like he was trying very hard, either. He didn’t feel like trying very hard, still a little caught off guard from what had happened just a few hours ago. “Well… Brad, he… sort of broke up with me.” he said slowly, almost cringing at how the words sounded. Now that he spoke them out loud, it made it a little more real.
“What?!” his mom gasped. “Oh my God, Oli, really?”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t be a real funny joke.” honestly, he had thought Brad had been joking when he first said he thought they should break up. Or rather, he had been hoping he had been joking. He knew he and Brad had their problems, but when he imagined talking to Brad about those things, imagined their future, he hadn’t quite imagined it turning out like it had now. With Brad losing it and pointing out all his faults, putting a lot of the blame for their failed relationship onto him, and leaving him alone in what was their shared hotel room. Oliver took that blame, too, because he did believe he was mostly at fault here. “Are you okay?”
“Am I-” his mother cut herself off and huffed. “Oliver. I am fine. What about you? How are you feeling?”
In all honesty, while he was really blindsided, he didn’t necessarily feel sad about it. He was more concerned over the fact he had spent money to stay a whole two weeks in Boston that would go to waste now. It wasn’t like he wanted to vacation in Boston; he only came here to meet Brad’s parents and… that hadn’t gone well at all. That train of thought made him feel bad. Obviously Brad was going through some of his own issues, feeling hurt over stuff Oliver hadn’t even realized, and all he could think about was wasted time and money. He almost cringed at his own thought process. He could feel like a real dick sometimes. “I’m… good, really. It was more of a mutual thing, to be honest.” he lied, as smoothly as he was at getting the wrinkles out of the piece of paper, which wasn’t very.
“Really? I thought you said he broke up with you. What exactly happened?” Oliver could tell by her tone of voice, she wasn’t believing him, and he couldn’t blame her.
“Well, I mean, he brought it up. But it was okay. I agreed. We just didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of stuff. It happens.” he shrugged the shoulder the phone wasn’t on, even though his mother couldn’t see, and he didn’t exactly feel nonchalant about the matter either. “I’m gonna be fine, really.”
“Are you sure?” his mother asked and after Oliver’s confirmation, she sighed. “I guess I’ll have to believe you. Are you coming home then?”
“Um, well. No. I’m going to spend some more time here,” he told himself it wasn’t because Brad might want to talk this out, or discuss it more calmly - on his part - or possibly make up, no way. It was because he had paid for this room and he didn’t want to cause trouble by suddenly up and leaving, cutting his time short here. He could handle a few more days here. “Then, go to Colorado, like planned.”
“By yourself?”
“Mmhm. I am 35, I can handle time by myself. And I am sort of a chef so I won’t starve.” he tried to assure, though it wasn’t a very good assurance. He knew that wasn’t his mom’s concern, obviously, but he wasn’t going to give out any actual assurances because he didn’t want to think about that.
His mom knew there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise. He had always been stubborn and rarely dove off the path he chose, even if it was a bad one and people pointed it out. “Just promise me something? Take care of yourself.”
“Yeah, ‘course. Don’t worry. I’m really okay.” he did wonder, was he really? He wasn’t sure what to feel right now. “Oh, guess what I saw yesterday…” he managed to change the subject and after a few more minutes of conversation, he was off the phone. He stared down at it, at the background of it being a picture of him and Brad. He guessed he needed to change that. He quickly locked the phone and put it upside on the table, before slipping the failed origami piece into the book and shutting it. He was okay, right? Maybe this was good. Maybe… this was for the best. He got up and began to pace, telling himself it was okay… so why didn’t he feel okay? Even if he was starting to realize that they both were never good for the other, he still felt pretty shitty about the whole thing. Two years he had spent with Brad. Two whole years spent together. All gone, in just under an hour. That thought made it feel like his chest was caving in. He was thirsty. He went over to the mini fridge, falling to his knees as he opened it, and went for a bottled water when he froze.
He hadn’t bothered looking in the mini fridge until now, even though they had been in there for a few days, because they had ventured out enough to go out to eat every time. He hadn’t had a desire for anything to drink while in the room, and the drinks were always ridiculously priced anyway. While he could afford it, it was the principle of the matter. On the top shelf, in a pretty little row, was little bottles of alcohol. There weren’t many, just five in a row, but it was enough to make his heart jump into his throat and lodge there. If there was ever a time he needed a drink more…
No! he told himself angrily, slamming the door shut, making everything inside rattle, before sitting back on his behind. He dragged his knees to his chest, resting his chin on one of them, and stared at the shiny, black surface of the mini fridge. He could still see them. He could imagine the little click they’d make as he opened one. The slight burn as he drank one down. The warm feeling it’d spread throughout his chest. The satisfaction he’d feel, over giving in to something he hadn’t had in almost a year. A year spent with Brad. He clenched his fists and glared at the mini fridge. “Goddamnit!” he cursed loudly as he reached forward, ripping open the door.
The next morning, when housekeeping came by, the woman saw a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging from room number 102’s door handle. Next, she saw a pillow case laying beside the door, tied at the top. She picked it up, confusion clear on her face, and something clinked quietly together in the bottom of the pillow case. Attached to the case, was a post-it note, simply reading, “Charge me if you want but please don’t replace these in my fridge.” she untied the case, looked inside, and saw five unopened little bottles of alcohol nestled in the bottom. They hadn’t replaced them in Oliver’s fridge for the rest of his short stay.
“Yes ma’am, here’s the note that certifies them,” Gabriel unzipped the baggy to pull out the formal letter from his doctor, “It’s just to sedate me; trust me, you’d rather have me high than panicked.” The security personnel gave the note a once over, examined the tranquilizer, and gave Gabriel a wary eye. It only took a moment before she handed that baggy back and allowed him onward.
The entire stroll to Gate 7, Gabriel contemplated whether or not it’d be wise to take his dose now. A four hour trip from Boston to Colorado only dampened his mood and intensified the quake in his hands. He found the farthest seat from anyone and breathed deep, eyes shut tight. The grip on his carry on’s handle turned white knuckled and before he could steady his breath they announced first class boarding. Honestly, he wished they’d given him economy, but he didn’t expect any less from his parents.
“Only four hours,” he mumbled, allowing himself to fall into step with the line. Once they officially boarded and he fumbled enough with his luggage that an attendant had to help, Gabriel allowed himself a number of deep breaths in his seat. Only privy to the burst of the engines and the rush of rolling forward, Gabriel slipped the tranquilizer from the baggy (a small dose, one he almost argued against) and gave himself the shot. It took a number of deep breaths before he slipped into a lulled state of mind - a little dopey and while his eyelids felt heavy, he didn’t exactly feel tired. Self-aware, he only spared a shy glance to his neighbor and nearly fell into the man’s lap as he did.
“Sorry, I’m… just,” he mumbled, “Getting used to the feeling. I’ll mellow out inna minute.”
This was going to be good for him. That was what he kept telling himself. He needed this mini vacation by himself. A vacation he, honestly, didn’t put an end date on. He employed himself, and he had the money to stay up there for some time, so why set a date for his time to end? He would decide while he was there. He just needed a couple weeks, maybe even a month tops, by himself. He could do this without any slipups. He deserved this trip, didn’t he? A trip to get away, to be able to think without the influence of others. He just hoped he could manage the time alone without the influence of a certain something. Oh, you will… you gotta. he thought, thinking briefly back to his time at the hotel. Give yourself a little credit for that. it had been almost two weeks since his breakup with Brad; he didn’t feel as confused or blindsided now. He was sad, but he couldn’t decide if that was over Brad, or the lost two years, to be honest. Something inside him was relieved but he wasn’t digging too deeply into his feelings over this. He’d rather just go and try to have a nice and relaxing time by himself.
Currently, he was waiting at Gate 7 for the announcement that first class was boarding. He had flip-flopped between first class and economy. But, since he had planned on having Brad with him, he had opted for first class to make the flight better for Brad. He, himself, hadn’t cared either way, but he wanted Brad to feel comfortable. Since he had the money, he liked to pamper the people he cared for, but looked like that wouldn’t happen anymore in the case of Brad. He lifted his eyes from his phone where he had been trying to distract himself by playing Color Switch, but that hadn’t been working. He took in the people around him, wondering who he’d be seated by. The day after the breakup, he had called the airport to see if any other seats were open, so in case two other people wanted to sit next to each other, he wouldn’t be taking up that space. The flight hadn’t been fully booked yet, and he had almost changed his ticket to economy, but he decided to keep with it. He hadn’t wanted to go through that much hassle, or cause that much trouble, and he told himself it was okay to allow himself a couple finer things in life once in awhile, since he usually avoided that treatment for himself.
He found his eyes lingering on someone seated a fair distance away. The man looked vaguely familiar but Oliver couldn’t exactly tell from this distance, and he wasn’t going to go up to the man to eyeball him, especially since the man might have chosen that seat purposefully. Instead, he went back to his phone, so he wouldn’t be caught staring, and possibly make anyone uncomfortable. After losing again on Color Switch and beginning to grow frustrated with the stupid popular game, the announcement for first class boarding caught his attention. With a deep breath, he got up to step into line. There was still some doubt in the back of his head that he wasn’t doing the right thing here. He had already ignored calls from both his parents and his therapist - probably being asked by his parents to try and contact him - and while he felt guilty about that, he didn’t want to have to defend why he was doing this. He couldn’t exactly say why but to be alone. And, that was something he wasn’t sure was a good thing or not yet.
It seemed he was on before his seatmate. He shoved his carry on into the overhead before sliding into the seat by the window. He turned to stare out of it, looking out over part of the airport, taking it all in. People were still boarding and he listened to the normal sounds, idle chitchat, luggage being moved around, people settling in. All the movement made him feel a little bit on edge, but nothing serious. Once everything slowed down and they were moving, he’d be fine. He’d be fine once they landed. He’d be fine once he reached the cabin. He’d be fine once he stayed with his own thoughts for a while. Just taking a breather, that was what he was doing. He felt the presence of someone beside him before he heard them taking deep breaths. He could understand being nervous on a flight. He turned to the person, with the intent to say something so he wouldn’t feel so awkward next to a stranger, when the words died in his throat. It was the man he had noticed earlier and now that he was sitting next to him, he definitely was familiar.
He began to rack his brain for where he might possibly know him. He didn’t want to openly stare but he was finding it hard because he knew this guy. He knew he did. However, when the man slipped a tranquilizer out from a baggy, he averted his eyes not out of shock or judgement, but respect. He didn’t want to be staring and the man mistake it for that reason, when in reality, it was because Oliver was wondering where he had seen that blonde hair and those blue eyes before. It didn’t take long for him to figure it out, perhaps because of how the man nearly ended up in his lap, and how he spoke. He got a grip on the man’s - Gabriel, holy shit, he thought he’d never see this face again - shoulder to make sure he stayed upright. “Hey, it’s cool,” he said, feeling his heart race a little. This was very unexpected.
Like a jolt, though, he realized Gabriel must not recognize him or surely he’d say something… right? Oliver wondered if he should say something, attempt to jolt Gabriel’s memory. He immediately thought against it. He didn’t want to remind Gabriel of what he took from him, what he couldn’t save, so he simply attempted a reassuring smile. He had seen the man in this state plenty of times before, so he knew how to handle him like this. “Nothing to apologize for.” he told him seriously, realizing he had kept his hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. Quickly, he released his shoulder, his smile turning slightly sheepish as he looked down at his lap. Yeah, that attraction he had to Gabriel was coming back with a vengeance, but now, nor never, was the time. What a month this was turning out to be.
Time didn’t favor Gabriel much these days and the moment he leaned forward to reply, the plane lurched forward and the roar of engines pushed him further into his seat more than the gravity had. “Whoa,” he breathed, his hands grabbing whatever they could cling to. One of them happened to snatch Oliver’s wrist and the grip he had only tightened the further up they went. It went on like that for upwards of twenty minutes, with Gabriel’s vice grip slowly loosening enough that he quickly became aware of what he’d done. “Oh,” he mumbled, though his attention quickly swung toward the lady power walking down the aisle.
Oliver’s focus had been on Gabriel, even if he hadn’t been directly looking at the man, so the sudden take off had caught him a little off guard, but he didn’t have an intense phobia of flying like Gabriel obviously had, so it hadn’t bothered him. Though, he did feel some concern for Gabriel, especially when he heard his worded breath, but then his wrist was being grabbed and his eyes snapped to the contact. Honestly, in the hospital, Gabriel had touched him like this before, drugged up and not in his right state of mind, so he didn’t mind at all. This felt a bit weird. Actually, a lot weird. He felt like he should be back overseas and in a military hospital, visiting Gabriel because the man never mentioned family, he felt guilty, and he might have grown a small, but very inappropriate, crush on him. He was very relieved to not be there anymore, but being beside Gabriel was bringing that time back. Not that it was Gabriel’s fault, at all, so he wasn’t exactly protesting the man’s company. There was some disappointment he wasn’t recognized, but also intense relief.
“I wonder if they sell peanuts here,” he thought aloud, letting go of Oliver’s wrist and sinking into his seat. After a few seconds, Gabriel began to rummage through one of his pockets, grunting as he shifted his position on his seat. The constant movement only shoved him further down his seat until his hands snatched whatever it’d been looking for.
Oliver looked up at Gabriel’s voice, having been fixated on such a simple point of contact for reasons he didn’t even want to know, and began to smile, before his expression morphed into confusion at Gabriel digging through his pocket. “Uh.” he mumbled quietly to himself, watching Gabriel sink further down into his seat, and rubbing at his mouth to try and not smile, though it was hard. He had quickly learned that Gabriel was a good distraction from the hardships of being overseas; he was quite the character drugged up - who wasn’t? - but combine that with Oliver’s interest, and the ex-surgeon had been highly amused and a little taken. He had enjoyed humouring Gabriel, finding his time with the blonde to be a bit of a breather. That disappointment expended a little, pushing some of the relief away, but no, it was a good thing Gabriel didn’t know who he was. It should've been expected, though Oliver had never put much thought into it since he thought he’d never see Gabriel again.
Prior to the flight, Gabriel hadn’t been too certain the sedatives would work the whole flight and had stocked his iPod full of whatever songs he still needed to listen to in the recent years. The music player had been firmly secure one of his buttoned pants pockets where he currently pulled it from. After another few seconds, Gabriel’s hand come back with a pair of earphones, one of which he shoved toward Oliver.
“Mm, wanna listen?” he said, not waiting for Oliver’s consent before shoving the earbud into his companion’s ear. Once he got his rightfully positioned, he amped up the music loud enough to drown out sound, but not enough to irritate his eardrums. Coldplay’s Magic beat steadily into both their ears and Gabriel looked over from his slouched position to smile dumbly at Oliver. “I like your face,” he said, soft and barely a whisper. After a few seconds, he mumbled again before he slumped into a drug-induced sleep, “you’ve got the prettiest eyes.”
Oliver blinked at Gabriel’s sudden question, and he was going to politely decline. He was sure with both earbuds in, if the sedatives wore off mid-flight, Gabriel would find comfort in having music blasting into both of his ears. But, instead, he found an earbud being slipped into his ear with an accuracy that shouldn’t belong to a man high out of his mind, and accepted his fate as to not upset Gabriel. Not that he was going to protest, honestly. He didn’t want to watch the in-flight movie and he was curious about Gabriel’s music taste. Kind of creepy, Oli. he thought as a song began to come through the earbud. He immediately recognized it as Coldplay and he turned to Gabriel to compliment him having that song on his iPod, when a goofy smile was being directed at him. He felt the words melt on his tongue and at Gabriel’s words, he bit down on his bottom lip in a poor attempt to hold back laughter. This was very familiar. Gabriel had liked dishing out compliments to Oliver every time he had been around, and that hadn’t helped with Oliver’s infatuation.
A quiet laugh escaped from him as he watched Gabriel pass out. He was wondering if this was really happening. His eyes lingered on Gabriel’s face, trying to decide if he had actually consumed that alcohol back at the hotel, and this was a really long, freakishly detailed drunken dream. He knew that was reaching but thinking the world worked in mysterious ways wasn’t really something he’d do, so he wasn’t going to start now. He finally turned away from Gabriel, though he couldn’t go far or else he’d accidentally rip his earbud out, and stared at the seat in front of him. Instead of letting his mind wander, he leaned his head back and just concentrated on the music, feeling a little bit of surprise as he realized his and Gabriel’s music tastes lined up pretty well.
Oliver passed the flight doing mindless things on his phone, and enjoying the music on Gabriel’s iPod. The man barely stirred, not that was surprising. His phone was bitching at him, on the verge of dying, and he pocketed it when it was announced they’d be landing in a few minutes. He watched out the window as the ground got closer and closer, and felt the bit of tension in him leave after they landed. He had always liked the ground better. As people began to move about, slowly shuffling out, Oliver slipped the earbud from his ear, and did the same to Gabriel. He shut the iPod off, wrapping the headphones around it, before he reached over to gently shake Gabriel’s shoulder. “Hey… G-” he cut himself off, briefly biting his inner cheek hard before he continued, ... guy. You survived.”
A jolt passed through Gabriel, the electricity of feeling touched and then the sudden surfacing of memories had him bolting upright. “What? What? Oh. Oh shit, where’s the… the… the, uh…” his frantic voice mellowed out as his eyes fell on the still intact plane, the hand on his shoulder, then the man beside him. Another shock passed through him, one filled with more hazy memories that he could just barely see, but his mind refused to move forward to reach. That face seemed glaringly familiar, if a bit aged and worn - much like his, no doubt. He pushed those thoughts down and fell back into his seat to watch the other passengers slowly mill onto the docking platform.
“S-sorry, am I blocking you?” Gabriel moved to stand, almost groaning at the need to stretch but resisted as his eyes kept on the man beneath him.
Oliver felt his heart skip as Gabriel bolting upright, and he didn’t remove his hand, but gave his shoulder a tight squeeze, a way he hoped was grounding. When it seemed Gabriel had a grasp of his surroundings, he slowly released his shoulder. He didn’t say anything, letting the man watch the passengers leaving, but Oliver found his eyes stuck to Gabriel’s face. He knew he shouldn’t be staring, but he hadn’t seen that face in… a long time, he didn’t want to do the maths right now, and it was still shocking to see. Though, that wouldn’t last much longer, and he felt a pang of disappointment. You need sleep. he thought, because really, it wasn’t like he had known Gabriel extremely well. When the man stood, he found his eyes glancing at Gabriel’s covered leg, but he quickly got to his own feet as a way to not wonder about it.
“No, no, you’re fine,” he assured quickly and glanced off to the side. A lot of the passengers had filed off, just a few that were taking their time or waiting for the crowd to pass starting to move themselves. “Um. I thought you… might be thirsty when you woke up, and you had mentioned peanuts before dropping off,” he picked up a small bottled water and a bag of peanuts he had gotten earlier, almost cringing as he held them out to Gabriel, his iPod also clenched in the hand with the peanuts. “You don’t have to… take them. Just thought you might want them, you know?” he murmured, not quite looking at Gabriel, instead staring at a spot on his chest, as his cheeks felt like they were too warm. He felt kind of ridiculous now; when he had first gotten the water and peanuts, he had been excited to hand them over, excited to help another person, but now he felt a doubt and embarrassment settling down in him.
Coming off of sedatives sucked, that much Gabriel was certain. One of the issues he’s had to deal with, one of the most annoying ones, had been that simultaneous point where he felt if he didn’t he he’d starve and just the thought of food caused his stomach to tighten and his esophagus read to dry heave. Gabriel accepted everything with an expression between thankful and pinched; at least he’d have the peanuts for later.
A beat passed before he took in his surroundings again, alert to the lack of people still on the plane. He muttered a curse, shoved the peanuts in his pocket and moved to gather his things from the compartment above him. Noticing the second pile of carry ons, Gabriel slung those off and onto his shoulder before passing them onto Oliver. “Yours, I’m assuming,” he said and gave a tight lipped smile before allowing Oliver to walk by first. Gabriel followed close on his heels as they exited the plane and found themselves standing side by side near a wide pillar that divided the numerous gates.
Oliver tried to not overthink Gabriel’s reaction to what he had seen as a kind act, but now was doubting it even more. Okay, he didn’t need to freak out. He knew this past week was making him feel all twisted up and out of character, even, but he knew coming off of sedatives was never a fun venture. He had not only witnessed it countless times, but he had been there, too. So, he brushed off the reaction, instead just smiling and waiting to get his own carry ons, when they were passed to him instead. He blinked, taking them, before he smiled again. “Thanks,” he said as he slipped by to go first, leaving the plane but then stopping, finding himself rooted next to Gabriel and not wanting to walk away yet. He did wonder what was wrong with him. This whole week was just throwing him off, and seeing a familiar, and still extremely handsome, face was adding to him feeling a bit off. It didn’t exactly explain why he was lingering here, when he should be letting Gabriel get where he needed to go, especially before the man possibly recognized him.
This stranger tried his damn best to be accommodating. No doubt Gabe had made a complete ass out of himself before somehow konking out, likely mid-sentence. Just the fact that he couldn’t remember anything made things worse and he compelled himself to turn toward Oliver. “I’m really sorry, by the way,” Gabriel started, “I… I probably didn’t give you my name while I was high out of my mind. It’s Gabriel Carrington, but Gabe’s fine.”
A lengthy pause hung over him, his mouth trying to form more words. He had a lot to say and likely not a lot of time. This guy probably had somewhere to be and here Gabe was keeping him unnecessarily. “Again, I’m really sorry. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you - that is, if you’re not late for anything,” Gabriel offered, making sure the guy had an out just in case. Even if he lied, Gabriel would definitely understand.
In all honesty, Oliver was having his doubts that Gabriel would recognize him, since he just introduced himself. Maybe that was for the best. He didn’t want to admit he was the one who couldn’t save a part of Gabriel. He leaned against the pillar as he let the pause hang, seeing that Gabriel had more to say, and waiting patiently. It wasn’t like he had anywhere pressing to be. He knew he looked surprised at Gabriel’s offer. He should say no. He really should take the out Gabriel gave him, and dart out of there. Go to his parents’ cozy cabin, settle in, and try to relax enough to not think too hard on this interaction. For a few seconds, he stared at Gabriel owlishly, before he realized he wasn’t exactly giving an answer, or a good reaction, at that.
“Oh. You probably don’t remember me telling you there’s nothing to apologize for when you were higher than the plane so I’ll say it again. Nothing to apologize for, Gabe, really.” he said sincerely, giving a reassuring smile. He could understand suffering from a few problems, and he wouldn’t judge anyone from suffering from their own demons. “I’m Oliver Harris. Nice meeting you.” here, he hesitated. He really should say no. He really should but he didn’t always do what he should, which usually ended up being his downfall, but whatever. Spending a little more time with Gabriel won’t kill him, and it wasn’t like he was going to get a chance to see him for longer than this. So… fuck it. Why not? This could be a good distraction from what he was trying to run from. “I have nowhere important to be. Unless you consider sitting in front of a fire drinking hot cocoa important, which I sort of do, but I think I can pencil you in.” he joked lamely, with a one-shoulder shrug and a smile that briefly revealed white teeth.
Not the best joke in the book, but it got a small laugh out of Gabriel. Mostly, though, he felt relief. The fact that he could have faced rejection just dawned on him. Rejection from what? They were total strangers. Gabriel visibly winced, trying to get the thought out. He recovered by offering a hand and shaking Oliver’s. “Sorry for the hasty appointment, doctor,” he said and motioned Oliver to follow.
Well, at least that horrible joke got a small laugh. It could have been a pity laugh, but Oliver was just going to say it wasn’t, and move on. He needed to sometimes shut his mouth, or stuff like that came out. He was far too aware of Gabriel, so he noticed the visible wince, but he wasn’t one to ask questions that could tick someone off, or even possibly trigger someone. Even, he didn’t know Gabe well enough to start asking after his well being with the intent for deep conversation… though it didn’t mean he hadn’t wanted too, or wouldn’t want too. He was glad Gabriel was turning away after his words, because he felt himself tense at the term doctor. Though, he realized Gabriel was joking - of course he was, calm down - and gave a belated laugh that sounded more relieved and breathy than anything. Time to move past that quickly.
Most days, Gabriel didn’t have to visibly fix his slight limp. The brace attaching the prosthetic worked fine with his knee. It bent willingly and practically unnoticeable; it was a fucking wonder the foot of it fit in his shoe without any stabilization problems. However, the fact that Oliver had so swiftly demanded his attention without either realizing (until now, for Gabriel), it made that limp a lot more noticeable - at least, in Gabe’s mind. The fact that he now consciously fixed it only drew further attention to the oddity of his gait and posture. A grimace took his features and he quickly made his way to the nearest coffee shop. Mentions of cocoa had him craving and he quickly procured a booth in a dimly lit corner after allowing the both of them to order.
They passed time with idle chat, only pausing to grab their hot chocolate. Mostly, it was Gabe recounting a lot of his middle life - the point between losing his leg, honorable discharge from the army, and now. A lot of boring things, like trying to read up on astrophysics and get his mind thinking critically again. The fact that he’s kind of looking to hopefully work out his fear of flying to potentially work for NASA. That’s a long shot any way you look at it, but Gabe spent a lot of life shying away from his dreams. It wouldn’t hurt to start back where he left off. Aside from the fact that he’s missing a few decades, he doesn’t think it’s all too bad of an idea.
“Right now, I’m kinda here for a family thing,” Gabriel bit his lip and let his eyes wander, suddenly aware his lack of eye contact would be a visible tick, “I walked out on them at 18 to join the air force. Haven’t talked to them since. A large task refusing any kind of communication for 18 years; I didn’t part on good terms and I wanted to make sure I was in the right mindset to make amends. I think I’m ready now, though.”
So maybe that last part was a lie. A very big one. He rubbed his face and let his hands fall to circle around the cup of cocoa in front of him. “Maybe not. I’ve done a heaping pile of nothing - that’s not true. I had a lot of therapy, I guess, but I still feel off, like I’m missing some kind of accomplishment to show them I’m fine. Or something,” Gabriel trailed off, letting his head turn to stare at the middle space facing the display window.
Oliver wouldn’t exactly say this out loud but he was sort of surprised at how much Gabriel was telling him. It didn’t mean he felt any less glad for his openness, though. He settled in and listened contently to Gabriel’s rumbling voice, sipping at his cocoa. He much preferred to be a listener rather than a talker, and so it was easy for him to be quiet, nodding and giving acknowledgements here and there, little things that showed he was actively listening. He kept his silence when Gabriel did, knowing the man would eventually fill it, and wanting him too. He enjoyed Gabriel’s voice. With a slight jolt that he was glad Gabriel hadn’t noticed since he was staring off, he realized this was the first, official, time he was communicating with Gabriel when he was fully sober. Now that made him feel self-conscious again, but he tried to ignore it, taking a gulp of his cocoa and nearly burning his tongue off. He looked down at the cup, rubbing his tongue against his front teeth and cursing mentally. He needed to get ahold of himself.
A thought occurred to him and a large grin pressed against his cheeks. “You know what’d be hilarious?” he didn’t wait for Oliver to answer, “if I asked a total stranger to be my fake fiance for a few months. Like post it up on craigslist or something; sounds like something out of a book. Or a weird version of You’ve Got Mail.” Gabriel let that thought sink in, his eyes fixed on Oliver’s face. His expression, everything about him screamed ‘attractive’... screamed ‘fuckable’ it made Gabriel’s face heat up involuntarily. He moved to hide it, coughing into his hand and taking a long gulp of his cocoa.
Oliver rose his gaze when, as predicted, Gabriel filled the silence, and felt his eyes catch on the grin on his face. He can’t remember Gabriel being this attractive, and it was sort of unfair. What was more unfair, though, were those blue eyes being locked on his face. He found it hard to break eye contact, and chose not too, because eyes that blue should be illegal. He noticed a redness start to come over Gabriel’s face, felt some concern jolt in him, but Gabriel seemed to recover, so he didn’t ask. He knew some people didn’t like to be fretted over, and he wasn’t sure which person Gabriel was. He didn’t want to possibly annoy Gabriel, so he chose to just be a presence rather than to start spewing off questions. “That’s something that’d turn into a serial movie real quick, you know that?” he commented, letting out a slight laugh as he looked down at his cup.
After the nervous laughter, silence hung over the two. Gabriel’s hands traced the lines on the wood table, avoiding knocking over his cup - avoiding looking at Oliver more. A deep breath expanded and ruffled his coat. Heat rose from Gabriel’s arms to his chest and stomach and finally his face. He cringed, knowing drawing attention to the fact that the airport was warm, he was drinking coffee, wearing a coat, and was this close to making an utter fool out of himself was entirely his fault. That blame was his to take.
“I’ll pay you five grand to be my fake fiance for this family reunion. Up front. Right now,” Gabriel’s head jolted up as he spoke, high on impulse and just really, really into making an ass out of himself in a public area. Like, just so into it. Just really, really, really turned on by the idea of humiliating himself non-sexually in front of a shit ton of people and a really cute guy. Yeah. His brows slowly drove themselves inward and his lips pressed tighter and tighter into a thin line, waiting patiently for Gabriel to implode.
Oliver watched Gabriel’s fingers move along the table, noticing that he was avoiding eye contact again. Not that Oliver minded. He understood some people couldn’t meet others’ eyes for various of reasons. To not openly stare at Gabriel, he instead watched his fingers. They were long, pale, and that was when Oliver needed to avert his gaze. He lifted his cup to his mouth, getting a small sip since his tongue was still aching from earlier, when Gabriel spoke. In his shock, he choked on the small amount of liquid, but nothing serious. Just a little coughing and throat-clearing managed to get it down, and he took a deep breath as he looked at Gabriel with wide eyes, face a bit red. “Uh.” he said rather dumbly, blinking and reaching up to run a slightly shaky hand through his hair, making some of the dark locks flop over his forehead when he scrubbed his hand forward. Did… did that just happen? That just happened. He was just asked to be the fake fiance of a guy he had very strong feelings over. And not romantically, but feelings of guilt, self-blame, lust, and attraction. To say yes would be bad, on so many levels. Saying yes was not a good idea, not at all, really, it was a bad, bad idea.
So, why was Oliver considering it? He stared at Gabriel, feeling his heart racing, his palms starting to sweat. This… could really help Gabe out, right? He had already expressed feeling like he had a lack of accomplishments to show to his family, a family he hadn’t seen in 18 years (that sort of boggled Oliver, being a family man himself, but he also understood not everyone was). Having a fiance would show that Gabriel had been putting himself out there, meeting people, opening up. It would make it seem like he was doing really well for himself. Which, in Oliver’s opinion, Gabriel was doing well for himself. But, a lot of people put stock into relationships, especially romantic ones, and he wondered if some of his family was like that. Either way, being in a relationship like that was good for an image, if one wanted to be shallow and overlook the accomplishments made by someone individually. Yet at the same time, seemingly having someone to confide in romantically could possibly make some of his family happy for him, make it seem like a form of helping himself, of moving on from what he had been through, and finding someone to settle down with comfortably.
Oh God, he was actually considering it. Not for the money, or because he was attracted to Gabriel, but because he felt like he had to help him. He couldn’t help him back in that Hell hole they had been in, he couldn’t save something that he was reminded he was missing every second of everyday. Maybe… this could ease his guilt, just a little. Gabriel had been one patient that stuck with him more than some of the others. Maybe this was a strange chance to fix this, to help Gabriel and actually do so successfully. Even, if he ever wanted a good distraction from Brad, here it was. It wasn’t a real relationship, it was with someone handsome, and Hell, it could even turn out to be fun. Like… being a spy, or something, yeah.
He couldn’t believe he was actually going to do this. Was he losing it? Maybe. But he had a shitty week. No, he had a shitty majority of his life, and so fuck it. Why couldn’t he throw caution to the wind and do something reckless that didn’t relate to destroying his liver? This could turn out so bad but it could also turn out fun. It’d be an experience, either way, and he’d be attempting to make amends. No, he would be making amends. If he didn’t slip-up. Damn, now they had a lot to discuss- oh, he hadn’t said yes. He had been staring at Gabriel for the past four, almost five, minutes without saying a word.
“Sorry, sorry, got lost in my own head,” Oliver quickly reassured, gripping his cup hard and allowing himself to glance away for a brief moment. He wanted to deny the money, he had no need for it after all, but then it’d look weird. He had to act like he was doing this for the money, rather than because he was making amends, and trying to smooth out some of the guilt he felt over this one man… who didn’t even know. “Is this gonna be like The Proposal? Where I’m gonna have to ask you generic as Hell questions in case one of your family members start grilling me?” he asked, reaching up to push the hair on his forehead back where it belonged, “So, favourite color? Childhood pet’s name? It wasn’t Sparky or Spot, right? So damn cliche.” he shook his head before he realized he hadn’t given a straight answer, though what he had been spewing was answer enough, he guessed. He still gave a clear answer, “My way of saying… yeah. I’ll be your fake fiance. Ever since I was a boy, I’ve been planning for my fake wedding. Even got a book and everything.”
“Wha…?” the thought that someone would actually say yes - a one-in-a-million chance - never really occurred to Gabriel. Honestly, he wouldn’t have put it against Oliver to take his coffee and leave. That fire sounded a lot cozier than being accosted by a stranger in an airport. Gabriel blinked, his eyes widened, and he nearly crushed his cup of coffee just trying to comprehend everything. “You’ll do it?” he repeated, this time a statement, “You’ll do it.”
Unexpected. Now what?
“Oh.” Oliver had already given suggestions and Gabriel just ignored him in favor of shock. “Yeah, um, favorite color: blue. Childhood pet: had too many to count. I have an intense love for the stars, though. You can say you bought me a telescope for our, uh, anniversary or something. Anything space related and they’ll believe you. Um, my favorite food: Pad Thai with Shrimp, but also no bake cookies. I had a really big Selena phase in the 90s, but… family probably doesn’t know about that,” he continued prattling off little tidbits about himself as they came up, making sure Oliver knew whatever he could about himself. As he wound down and the pauses lengthened, Gabriel scratched the back of his head. “Honestly, most of it will come natural. Just, most of the basics, I guess, should be out of the way,” Gabriel explained until he jolted in his seat and whipped out his wallet, “I should get you that 5 grand. Here, let’s go find a nearby ATM and you can tell me what I need to know about you.”
After agreeing to that - in such a long-winded way, Oliver needed to learn to shut his mouth - he began to have a doubt growing in the back of his mind. He agreed too quickly, didn't he? Granted, he was making it look like he needed the money, but nonetheless, it took someone real desperate to say yes to that sort of question. He was desperate, but not for money. He was desperate to make amends, to try and rid himself of this guilt; desperate to forget about a fresh break-up and to avoid the haunting thoughts of a warm, burning liquid. This could be a great distraction or a really, really bad one. Either way, Oliver was going to do it, and his main reasoning was because Gabriel deserved this after what he was unable to save for him.
He refused to acknowledge the fact that yeah, he found Gabriel really attractive too. He had back in the military hospital, and he did now, even after all these years had hardened and aged his face. He looked better to Oliver and that wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. He listened even more intently when Gabriel said a few random facts about himself. He could feel some nerves growing. He was about to meet a practical stranger’s family, posing as his fiance. Oliver needed to learn to make really smart and well thought out decisions, but he wasn't going to back out, and he'd be helping out someone who certainly deserved it. He hummed here and there, finding himself nodding with a growing smile as Gabriel began naming off random facts about himself. At least they could relate on quite a few things, so this wouldn't feel so awkward. He took a drink of his lukewarm coffee - not as good now, he was ready to toss it - and blinked when money was brought up. Oh, yeah, that, he was supposed to act like he needed that.
Sliding out of his chair, Gabriel beckoned Oliver to follow as he gathered all his belongings. They made their way down quite a ways through the airport until Gabriel hit a small corner where an ATM sat snug in the wall. He swiped his card and didn’t hesitate with withdrawing that much money and immediately turning to hand it over to Oliver. “There,” he smiled and started moving toward the Airport’s exit, “you can tell me more when we get into the car. It’s a bit of a long drive there. Hope that’s not a hassle.”
It was hard for Oliver to accept the money when he had plenty in his own bank account. It was also hard to accept because guilt was an encasing feeling that made him immediately want to deny any little thing Gabriel offered him yet he knew he couldn't do that during this trip. He hadn't even asked how long this would last. He guessed it didn't matter, since he had plenty of time on his hands. He didn't hesitate to shove the money into an inside pocket on his duffel in an attempt for safe keeping, zipping it back up while it hung from his shoulder, before he grabbed his other bag and began rolling his suitcase behind him. He hadn't minded hashing out the money to send some of his bags with his clothes for Boston back to LA without him, so he didn't have to deal with them here. “Not a hassle at all,” he reassured, because it really wasn’t.
During the RSVP process, Gabriel’d let them know he’d prefer driving on his own and they procured him his choice of rental vehicles, of which Gabriel chose the only truck on the list. He figured they had staff to gather a number of things, but it didn’t hurt to volunteer himself when the time came. It just gave him an excuse to get out of the cabin when everything started overwhelming him. Plus, this snow wouldn’t let up till the end of winter, no doubt, and he had the foresight to pick a vehicle that could actually safely drive in a blizzard.
And boy did it warm up quick, too. Gabriel huffed, watching as minutes ticked by and the vapor of his breath steadily disappear with every puff. He looked toward Oliver before putting the truck in reverse. Being the gentleman that he was - and it didn’t hurt to make it up to the guy, either - Gabriel piled all their belongings in the spacious backseat area, suddenly glad for the extra length.
As they rolled onto the highway, Gabriel spared a glance at his future fake husband and tried his best to smile. “I’m sorry again,” he started, moving to turn the music down to better hear the both of them, “why don’t you tell me more about yourself? I wanna get some things down before we arrive.”
Oliver almost protested when Gabriel began taking his belongings to put up himself but he stopped just in time. He didn't need to look guilty, so he gave a small thank you before getting into the truck. He rubbed his hands together, wishing he had put on a thicker jacket but he knew he wouldn't had been lingering in the cold outside, and spared a glance at Gabriel. “No need to apologize. I'm the one who said yes.” he pointed out, staring at Gabriel’s side profile for a few seconds before tearing his eyes away to watch the road ahead. “All right. This is like a really weird blind date-” he stopped and cleared his throat a little. “One glaringly obvious thing about me is that when I'm tired and nervous, I ramble. And joke. Poorly. Not that you're making me nervous! Just… anyway.” time to move on and stop putting his foot on his mouth. “Favorite color: I'm torn between green and blue, so let's say blue since it's yours. Favorite food: God, there's so many. No bake cookies are the bomb but… anything Italian, and I'm there. Good thing I know some stuff about space myself. While it's not a passion like it is for you, I enjoy reading up on astronomy. Astrochemistry and space medicine. Which space medicine isn't a surprise because-”
Here, he hesitated. He didn't have to let Gabriel know about his time in the military but surely he could say he went to medical school. At least the dog tags around his neck aren't his own, in case Gabriel spotted them at some point during this strange relationship. He picked up, acting like he never left off. “I went to medical school and worked for a while as a surgeon. Now I'm a professional chef. Weird career change, I know, but my mother was a surgeon and my father a chef. So grew up around both, though I've always liked cooking more. Alton Brown is my hero, so if I turn on Food Network and see him, I may become a swooning mess.” he rattled off just a couple more things, gently tapping his fingers against his slightly bouncing knee without really noticing. “Oh. Should say Dreaming of You is a Selena song I could listen to nonstop and never get sick of.” he flashed Gabriel a toothy grin, and grew quiet for a moment, wondering how he got to this moment when he was supposed to be here with someone else.
That honestly surprised him. Well, not really. Gabriel spared a glance at Oliver, again, and decided he seemed the type to have that much intelligence and then skill. Honestly, having a steady hand worked for both jobs; it was highly likely Oliver was a better chef because of his experience as a surgeon. Honestly, he thought too hard on it; the choice likely had been simple for Oliver and not such a technical decision.
“Don’t get me drinking, otherwise I’ll definitely make you sick of that song,” Gabriel flashed a grin as he spoke, turning onto a less busy road and up towards Colorado’s snakier paths. The snow didn’t seem too bad, at the moment, though white did blanket the entire landscape. Still, despite the lack of strong snow, Gabriel drove as safe as he could - he had a passenger, after all. Someone important, his mind supplied and he quickly shook the thought.
Oliver stared out the window for a moment when he found his eyes returning to Gabriel. He still couldn't quite believe this. That this man was back in his life and… sober, this time, and his fake fiance. It'd take some time for the shock to wear off. At Gabriel’s words, Oliver laughed. “I dunno, I might have to test that and see,” he teased slightly, feeling some of the tension in him melt away. It wasn't really Gabriel causing the tension. He just had a stressful past week, it had been piling up, and now this was a sudden change in plans. It was a nervous thought, portraying this fake relationship to a family he knew nothing about. Speaking of which…
“So. I probably need a little back story on your family and how long we’re going to be doing this. Don't worry, I have no time limit. I wasn't even sure how long I was going to spend here myself, so you have me for however long you want me.” that sounded suggestive but Oliver definitely wasn't going to point that out. Gabriel would get what he meant. “Just basic family stuff, I mean. Whatever you'd tell me, I guess, if we had actually been dating.” maybe, if Oliver hadn't been Gabriel’s doctor, and they hadn't been in that situation, he would have pursued Gabriel. But those are thoughts not worth acknowledging, because reality was, they were only maybe’s and what if’s. As much as Oliver liked to deny some bits of reality… he still had to face some.
That’s right, Oliver still needed all the details beyond just himself. Gabriel could have slammed his head on the steering wheel if the roads weren’t so dangerous. A sigh tore through his lips and he kept his eyes locked forward, even as his hands tightened their grip. “Alright, so, don’t freak out or anything,” he let out another sigh, “I’m a Carrington. My mother and father, Cassiopeia and Lee Carrington, own Trium-Veritas. There are ten of us kids. Honestly, if we were actually dating, I’d probably keep this to myself not because I don’t trust you, it’s just… I wouldn’t be ready to reconnect yet. I wouldn’t want to give you any false hope - and I’m an asshole, so.” Gabriel coughed and, turning the trucks light on as they wound through a lengthy tunnel.
“But, since we’re going to see them specifically, it works out ‘cause this is probably the moment I’d tell you all about them,” Gabriel continued with a strained smile and let his eyes dart to glimpse at Oliver’s reaction, “I’m not that great a person. Anyway, they treat us kids as negligent disappointments, so it’s easy to dismiss us. At least, that’s what I like to tell myself; they’re not that bad. As people, they’re pretty decent. As parents, they’re not the best, but they weren’t… the worst. Honestly, they’ll treat you with as much respect as any of their business partners - I’m sure it won’t be too hard to get on their good sides. As for my siblings, they’re all so different, I think you’ll just have to make your own opinion. However, be prepared for a lot of anti-war sentiments directed toward me; they didn’t like that I joined the air force. It’ll bite and sting, but not in the way they think. There’s… a lot I’d like to forget. Leave and let die an ocean away.”
After that, Gabriel let silence settle while they continued their drive through the mountains. The snow laid thick across the peaks, the summits suffocating in heavy, grey clouds. Pines littered sides of the mountain, carved in the rough rock and soil and curved against the steel guards lined across the edge of the road. A number of ‘Watch for falling rock’ signs stood against the gusts of wind and snow. Frost clung heavily to everything, a sheen that glowed even in the overcast sunlight.
It had been no surprise to Oliver that Gabriel came from wealth. He was just given five grand earlier without hesitation. He couldn't really understand not being connected to one’s family but he also understood others had grew up differently, that not all families were like his. He didn't say anything, not feeling like it was his place to say much about Gabriel’s situation, but that didn't mean he hadn't wanted to say anything. Instead, he listened, attempting to be indifferent on the whole matter, but it was hard, especially when Gabriel mentioned his joining the Air Force and them not liking it. The hand on his knee clenched into a fist as he looked out the window so Gabriel wouldn't see his furrowed eyebrows and frown. He wanted to say he understood Gabriel. He hadn't been shoved into the middle of combat, hadn't gone through the same Hell as Gabriel, but damnit, he had still been there. The fact his family might make a few possibly snide comments over that rubbed Oliver extremely wrong. He just hoped nothing was said, because that would hit close to home for him too, and he knew a lot more of what Gabriel went through than they ever would.
The truck gave a low hum through the mountains until it finally came to a stop along the winding, narrow path toward the cabin. Upon spotting the valet, Gabriel cranked the heat up to unbearable and stopped as close as he could to the man. He motioned for Oliver to assist with the luggage, even as a number of maids and butlers came to retrieve them. “All yours,” he said and gestured toward the vehicle. Gabriel let out a huff of laughter at the audible moan from the valet before the truck door slammed shut and he whisked the vehicle off toward the cabin’s garage. The help distributed the luggage between themselves, happy that Gabriel gave aid when he could and made his way inside.
Cold made things far too uncomfortable and his leg squeezed in its brace, the metal and plastic already freezing against his skin. Gabriel coughed and sped up, even as a wayward maid began greeting him. He nodded, thanked her as she opened the door, and allowed her to finish speaking before making his way to an old room of his. It felt almost rude not to explain things to Oliver - how he used slide down the bannister, laughing and squealing and on his way to a huge family dinner. That there’s an alcove in the library that gave a perfect vista of the surrounding area, where the windows were tall enough that he didn’t have to press his face against the glass to see the stars at night. He spent a lot of his time there, a book in his lap and plate of cookies beside him, lip already dripping with milk.
The room they placed him in, his old one, seemed unchanged, though undoubtedly clean. After so many years, he’d expect the place to be piled with dust, but the maids did great work making sure even this old place shined. He frowned at the smallish bed, still large enough for one person to have plenty of room, but two? Possible, but they’d squeeze tight. Gabriel looked toward the corner where a small two seater sofa sat beside a wall of books. He swallowed, seeing the number of physics books lined with C.S. Lewis and Huxley. A pair of star charts served as posters along the walls, still creased from unfolding them from their packages. A laugh broke through his closed throat upon spotting the luminescent stars he’d placed so precisely into constellations across one corner of the room.
Keeping quiet and following Gabriel’s lead felt like the best thing to do. Oliver didn't want to start asking possibly prying questions, didn't want to step over an invisible line. While it may seem like Oliver was doing a huge favor for Gabriel, it was also for himself, too. He was here to pose as Gabriel’s fake fiance. He wasn't the real thing and so, he wasn't going to push past any lines until they had to put on that front of a lovey dovey couple. It helped that Oliver had been in these type of settings before, knew how to behave, so hopefully Gabriel’s family wouldn't eyeball him too hard if he looked comfortable and acted properly.
A knock broke Gabriel out of his reminiscing and he turned to see a petite lady, wide eyed and a little nervous. “Sir, once you’re settled, you’re needed in the parlor for a family greeting.” Once he nodded his assent, she bolted out with a final click of the door. Gabriel turned to Oliver, setting his suitcases on the bed and taking Oliver’s as well.
“I guess we should head down? We’ll have time to unpack later.”
Oliver found himself drawn to the star charts on the wall, lips twitching upward at the sight. The cabin had been amazing, bigger and grander than his own family's, but this room felt… relaxed, almost. Maybe because it was obviously Gabriel’s room from his childhood, the fact one could see his passion on the walls and in the form of books. The knock brought him out of his small musings and he watched the nervous maid; he hadn't grown up with maids or servants, his parents hadn't wanted any even though they could have certainly afforded it, so that was one thing he wasn't quite used too. “Yeah, guess so,” he said and gave another look around before focusing on Gabriel. “Hey, I know we don't know each other that well, and this could be a bit weird but… if anyone says anything upsetting, just… know I'll listen to you, if you need to talk. No judgement here, okay?” he said sincerely, before smiling and putting his hand out with a slight waggle of his eyebrows. “Shall we go now, future husband of mine?” | ❖ Hideaway - Kiesza ❖ Hymn for the Weekend - Coldplay ❖ When We Were Young - Adele ❖ Elastic Heart - Sia ❖
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❱ ❱ ❱ N A M E ❱ ❱ ❱ Gabriel Archibald Benedict Carrington
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❱ ❱ ❱ G E N D E R ❱ ❱ ❱ Male
❱ ❱ ❱ O C C U P A T I O N ❱ ❱ ❱ Retired Air Force Veteran
❱ ❱ ❱ S E X U A L I T Y ❱ ❱ ❱ Homosexual
❱ ❱ ❱ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S ❱ ❱ ❱ Single; Technically in a fake relationship.
❱ ❱ ❱ F A M I L Y M E M B E R S ❱ ❱ ❱ ; Fake Fiancée
❱ ❱ ❱ A P P E A R A N C E ❱ ❱ ❱ Compare this man now to what he once was and not a soul would believe a 6'2" behemoth of a man used bar stools just to get a glass from the kitchen cabinet. Or that any of his siblings could wrap their whole hand around his bicep - twice. Only determination over his developing years earned Gabriel his stature now. A lot of that motivation stemmed from a pack of bullies and his father's 'encouragement' to "toughen up." Even the slow increase in muscle mass, height, and weight didn't quite allow Gabriel to adjust accordingly. There have been moments aplenty where Gabriel forgot he spanned half a hallway, instead of a fourth. The grace and poise subtle in his smaller frame didn't register in his larger one and it took quite a few years for Gabriel to regain that. Like telling someone to put on over sized gloves to lift a tea cup without dropping it.
Even now, Gabriel feels most comfortable filling in small, tight spaces - curling his knees to his chest, or trying his best to take up only half the cushion on a sofa. Masculinity hasn't really been a pressure for Gabriel and he took a comfort in his own body, a confidence gained from years of working toward this one goal, that it's rare to see him spread eagle, or with any swagger in his step. Even now, Gabriel takes most from his mother. Even in his clumsy phase, every movement Gabriel took came deliberately, thought out in a span of a few seconds. Decisiveness had remained a trait of his throughout the years, especially when it came to facial cues and expressions, standing in certain spots, moving a certain way. Body language became viewed as an art form, especially when remember his own mother - in so far as mimicking her movements as a child.
With impeccable complexion, healthy and bright with a glow that distracts from the distance in his eyes, Gabriel achieves what any Carrington should in beauty - genes took 90% of the credit, thank god. After his transformation from a sleek, petite thing, early 'teen magazines' doted on Gabriel as a modern Adonis - though, that may not seem as special. Those smooth, soft features found time trying and stress even more so. Time spent in the military and through various struggles roughed the gentle visage with sandpaper. His edges came out rough and course. Even with the smoothness of his complexion and the sleek attribute of his form, there's a sharpness to Gabriel's eyes and a worn set to his cheekbones.
Falling to more casual attire, Gabriel likes taking advantage of the weather through his fashion choices. Winter leaves him heavy set in thick layers: pea coats, sweaters, scarves, and winter hats. They'll often appear in washed out colors: blues that look like they've seen better days, and reds this shade of worn out maroon. However, despite this attitude toward clothing, Gabriel refuses to wears shorts or tight fitting pants (though slacks are an exception; he likes his business-y pants to feel form fitting, but not constricting - silk feels too nice on skin not to take advantage of). Anything that takes the attention away from the fact that he's missing a leg is always, always a priority. So far, Gabriel sits on a high middle ground when it comes to fashion - he likes tasteful things, but not overly expensive.
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❱ ❱ ❱ P E R S O N A L I T Y ❱ ❱ ❱ From a very early age, everyone knew who Gabriel was. Not that everyone knew his name, or even knew him personally. Just looking at him, anyone could tell what that boy stood for. What he felt. What he wanted out of life. The years haven't been kind to Gabriel's younger half. In this day and age, being an open book meant absolute vulnerability. It forced you to wear your heart on your sleeve, sew it on and leave it to dry under the scrutiny and gaze of other people.
Curiosity worked as a driving force for Gabriel. The pursuit of knowledge had always interested him; he actively sought out more information. Even under the criticisms of his mother, Gabriel held out, let her often blunt words encourage him further. If she found a flaw in what he attempted to do, Gabriel saw meaning in it and let it drive him toward improvement. Gabriel always worked tirelessly. At first, the diligence came about to impress in a need for reward and praise - a basic human function. Eventually, that diligence turned into wanting to improve himself for the sake of learning, gaining knowledge - making mistakes and fixing them.
Even years later, Gabriel could never find a reason to blame his mother for her demeanor. She may have a wit and personality sharper than a mountain's peak and colder than one too, but he couldn't deny that her inherent shade of cruelty only drove him toward improvement. Of course, looking back at it, he had many reasons to resent her. Her need for perfection elevated her standards to unbelievable heights - unreachable. And the feeling of gaining her ire over her gratitude eventually led to bouts of depression. Things that needed therapy to correct. Lack of self-worth. Lack of focus. Lack of drive. He could very well blame his mother for all of it; send her the damn bill, if he wanted to. Could blame his father for lacking shits to give unless he found a winning side to latch onto; what he always did. A kid earned a Pulitzer Prize, he'd be there with his thumbs up like he'd been motivating and inspiring that entire time.
Yet, that would defeat the purpose. While, yes, they did deserve a lot of the blame, most of Gabriel's insecurities fell unto himself. No doubt in his mind his mother and father lacked any real experience as parents, despite having ten children. They were awful parents. But people? No, they were half-way decent people. They tried. They sucked at everything they attempted with their kids and they needed to stop having more after the fourth one - even the phrase, 'it's the thought that counts' comes up short. They tried and it wasn't enough, simple as that.
At least he didn't owe them everything. Years in the air force built Gabriel up, even encouraged his brash curiosity. They gave him something his parents didn't: a support beam that wasn't flimsy. Yet, even then, everything ended up crumbling, as it should when one literally gets shot from the sky. That incident took more than just a limb, it took every piece of Gabriel's mind with it. All the stability he tried building up years after leaving his home found itself abandoned in a barren carcass of a jet plane. Lucky for him, that was the only thing he left in the desert.
Now, Gabriel remains a huddled mess of emotions. Even years after he'd earned a sense of normality with his mind. That took more money and time than he'd ever want to spend in any one sitting - or multiple ones. Even if the PTSD remained unchecked, he'd fight it soon enough. He'd find some peace of mind in it. Though, any hopes and aspirations Gabriel had as a child seemed dashed and broken. But, hey, at least he still has that bit of his mother he can't seem to lose. A want for absolute accuracy and precision - utmost efficiency. That'll be a constant reminder of what he left behind, eighteen, young, and brash.
❱ ❱ ❱ L I K E S ❱ ❱ ❱ ❖ Anything sci-fi; growing up, Gabriel had an intense love for space, as well as literature. He'd hole up in his room with dozens of books: H.G. Wells, Frank Herbert, Aldous Huxley, Isaac Asimov. He had an entire case filled with only various copies of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein taken from all over the world.
❖ Space; there was always a reason to be out at night, whether to star gaze or just bask in the feel of an entire trillions of light years of space just sitting above. Gabriel always had a fascination for the stars and he's spent many nights charting the constellations, as well as researching everything he can about those distant balls of gas filling the night sky.
❖ Being Precise; something he got from his mother - anything Gabriel does needs to be with absolute precision. Whether it's charting a graph, fixing up a room, talking, or lining up a shot.
❖ Silence; nights spent aboard planes and jets have given silence a new meaning to Gabriel. Silence means peace, a near blanket of security. Alone for hours in the fading hum of a plane have given Gabriel more peace of mind than he cares to admit. Enough time in his thoughts to justify any actions he's ever taken - even if the excuses are flimsy and last for but a few seconds of respite.
❱ ❱ ❱ D I S L I K E S ❱ ❱ ❱ ❖ Loud Noises; raucous, loud, and abrupt noises send Gabriel into a panic. Anything louder than a car alarm shocks him into a catatonic state. The less noisy, the less it takes to bring him back from the edge; the louder, the worse the panic settles in.
❖ Wearing Shorts; shorts don't leave anything to the imagination and, honestly, that's where he wants to keep his leg: locked in peoples' imaginations. If it's not seen, they can't tell it's not there to begin with. Even years of therapy haven't stopped the crippling shame he feels looking down.
❖ Stairs; just, honestly, fuck stairs. Fuck long flights of stairs. Fuck stairwells. Fuck anything without an elevator or a ramp.
❖ Losing Control; that feeling of being hammered drunk? The feeling right before anesthetics put you under? That feeling when you touch a part of your body and can't, for the life you, feel any sort of sensation there? That scares the shit out of him. Freaks him out. Increases his heart rate and leaves him stammering. He refuses to touch alcohol, or any kind of pain relieving drug - or drugs in general. Those weeks spent on morphine may have been amazing during, but getting to that high was a ride in and of itself.
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❱ ❱ ❱ H I S T O R Y ❱ ❱ ❱ Out of all the Carrington kids, Gabriel likely comes off as a distant memory to most of the family. Not a failure in his own right, not a disappointment, but maybe a lost cause. Someone who grew into their own person too soon, out of necessity and maybe even survival. At a point in life, something just happened and the support Gabriel made for himself out of the little bits and pieces his parents allotted him crumbled. Further luck shaped and molded Gabriel into the man he sees in the mirror daily and though he has no qualms with his own reflection, there's something missing. Something that needs to be fixed and filled in before he can truly find satisfaction. And maybe satisfaction isn't even what he needs or wants - but, it's hard to put a word to something he doesn't quite know the contents of, just yet.
Starting out as a Carrington meant more than a few days spent away from family. Or at least, his mother and father. At a young age, Gabriel mostly kept to himself, even in the company of his siblings - leaving him perpetually introverted and solitary. Gabriel's childhood often found itself wondering at books, learning to read and write, and then finding time to spend with his nose buried deep in a novel. Until, eventually, a book of the stars landed in his lap, opening wide a new avenue of wonder and passion. A curiosity like his refuses to be sated.
Young and yearning for a glimpse of the stars, Gabriel notified both parents. The enthusiasm observed in the boy's tone was something to keep note of and, once their schedule opened up, they allowed a night of stargazing for the boy - after buying a much, much too expensive telescope for an adolescent. After that night, both parents knew that telescope would find itself in use nightly, likely for years to come. A fire like that in a boy so young could only lead to potential greatness, at least in their eyes.
From then on, Gabriel found himself piled head to toe in resources that further nurtureed his passion. While they didn't take quite an active role in building Gabriel's passion, both Carringtons invested much into allowing Gabriel to take the reigns alone. Even were it to be a flight of fancy, the amount of money they spent on Gabriel could hardly make a noticeable dent - not enough to rise to anger over disappointment. However, That neither need worry about as the older Gabriel grew, the more knowledge he soaked in. A child that young probably had no reason to delve into advanced mathematics, however, learning math and even physics came simple to Gabriel. While he didn't exactly sky rocket into Calculus at the age of three, he did grasp equations and formulas astoundingly easier than most kids his age (and if he started learning Calculus in middle school, who could blame him?).
At that age, most of the accomplishments that went under his parents' scrutiny only encouraged Gabriel to work harder. That determination allowed him to succeed beyond what was expected of him. However, even that had negative consequences. The higher he raised the bar, the more his parents expected of him. And if he couldn't reach the standard he'd set himself, they wouldn't waste their time beyond giving him small, hole punching critiques. Even tiny, they still felt like jabs to his gut. At its worse, everything seemed discouraging.
However, Gabriel could very well take it. He could handle a lot of things at his age. If he could handle graphing the sky and finding the distance from earth to a random star just by looking at it, well he could handle his mother's off-hand comment about how his 98% science report wouldn't hold up in a college course - "Something to think about, Gabriel, if you really wish to succeed. Mediocrity is a sin." In the long run, she had a point and he always worked to improve himself toward a milestone where he no longer craved to see his parents proud, but to see himself proud.
That wouldn't last long.
As a young boy, puberty didn't exactly hit hard - he would take growing pains and acne over bleeding through his genitals any day. That couldn't be said for his sexuality, though, and discovering his apathy towards the female form and a rather alarming attraction to cute boys (not riddled with acne, that is; and with muscles, ahaha) lead him down a very trying experience. Hiding that meant hiding himself, which also meant making sure that everything he did was done to conceal his secret - exhaustive work for a kid who still had time to be a kid. Even then, many of the children in his school had it out for him just because his parents had enough money to not only bribe his way into any school, but tack on a Ferrari, as well, without making even a small dent in their fortune. If people found out he was gay, especially rabid pre-frat boy acting middle school teenagers, that would turn an already gross and irritating environment into a hellscape.
Unfortunately, in a school full of kids of parents who have 'connections' and ways of finding dirt, rumors spread like fire and if one of those rumors happened to be true, well, that kinda just sucks. Kids can be nasty and kids with money, even worse. So, when a rumor spread that Gabriel Carrington was liked sucking dick, they took the bait and found it to actually be true (at least in theory; don't tell my mom, please). That meant coming home with bruises and welts and black eyes for days until his parents found out. That conversation didn't go too well; he never expected it to. His mother hadn't said a word. His father, on the other hand, made light jabs, targeting his tiny frame and lack of muscles as if to encourage him to bulk up and fight those kids himself. In a very typical, asshole-ish way. Sure, it worked, but Gabriel didn't have very many kind words to say to his father after that.
One good thing came out of the talk, however, and that had been his father's lack of care for his sexuality. Even if it came as a thinly veiled threat.
"If I think you're a disappointment, which is unlikely, it's because of who you are, not who you like."
Unlikely his ass.
That fiasco happened at age twelve, and the timing couldn't have been more perfect. Bullied, ridiculed, and then told to, "... toughen up," by his father, put Gabriel in a hole he didn't see a way to get out of. He needed comfort, needed something his parents wouldn't provide because they thought tough love was the only approach to parenting. That meant going to his siblings, in particular his older sister. Unfortunately, that had been the exact time of her own troubling outburst.
School had just finished for the lot of them (graduation for their eldest had been something his parents wanted to attend, giving them the perfect opportunity to the see the damage already done to their third eldest) meaning at least one would be on their way to, hopefully, college. Unfortunately, Sam didn't see the bright side of her parents' approach, didn't see them wanting only reason, and teen spirit won over logic. She burst into a fit of rage in what she assumed had been in private, yet young Gabriel had already sought out his oldest sister to confide in. Privy to the details and grit of the conflict raging in front of him, Gabriel only stood and waited, hoping the one person who understood his troubles would only stay.
"Where are you going?" he asked, after watching her pack in front of their parents - watching as Sam stomp past him without a glance. He turned to both his mother and father, confusion and anger twisting his bruised face. "You can't just let her go. She's family. She can't just leave. She can't just... S-Sam?" Gabriel broke into a panic, dashing down the stairs to watch the door slam before he could get a word in. From the windows, he watched the smoke of burning tires mark the driveway and the black gates of their home close with a heartbreaking finality.
From then on, Gabriel looked at his parents with a deep resentment. Young and brash, he never quite forgave them and that only exacerbated their critiques, the comments he knew were only made to better him. It turned, "This equation is off by a decimal, that's why it's a 95% and not a 100%," into, "You'll never amount to anything; you're small, weak, and hopeless. You're not a Carrington. You're a disappointment." He twisted their words for his own benefit, he thought. He made them sound like monsters in his head until he couldn't find a reason to stay.
Even then, Gabriel forced himself to improve beyond what they expected of him. Aided with a growth spurt that summer, Gabriel began bulking up. Over the years and to the end of high school, Gabriel gained more muscle mass and height than was honestly reasonable. Everything his parents did behind his back came unnoticed. The fact that, not only did he attend school no longer harassed, but the bullies who had assaulted him no longer drifted the hallways. Were sent away. Expelled. Whatever. Gabriel refused to notice, refused to catch his mother or father's eye because once he did, he knew he couldn't hold his philosophy. His little fictional world that painted them as the villains; deep down, Gabriel knew they couldn't have done anything to stop Sam. She had her mind set and they were simply trying to understand her. But that would make his own escape hard. Dramatic, yes, but he lacked the reasoning an adult might have had.
Once he graduated, Gabriel threw all the scholarships, all the college letters, all the things his parents gave him to allow him success by the wayside. Without a word, Gabriel packed everything that he needed, signed up for the Air Force, and left for boot camp that fall. He needed to see them as monsters. He didn't want to. He knew they weren't, but it was the only way for him to justify cutting ties completely.
Those years built him up. They allowed a freedom Gabriel hadn't experienced. Not a freedom from his parents' restrictions, but a freedom from himself. Everything boiled down to orders, to obedience, to following directions, and to being lead. It felt mindless to him, not in a bad way, but in a way that he could lose himself and refuse to find what he left behind. Not only that, they let him fly. They let him see the stars up close, the sun shining behind the weight of heavy clouds. It may not have been what he truly dreamed of, but it was damn well close enough.
At that point, Gabriel had experienced a fair bit of the world. He allowed the military to raise him, mold him into the man he wanted to become. Or at least, what they wanted him to become. They pushed him in a direction and he went, without ever looking back at what he left behind.
Unfortunately, it never did allow him to really grow. And, while the foundation for their support was built sturdier, it would eventually crumble. That much Gabriel knew. Mainly because he also knew there were a lot of things he was avoiding in the real world and those things would eventually catch up to him. He'd ride it out, though, for as long as he could.
That end came a lot quicker than he anticipated. A routine air sweep over sanctioned parts of the Mediterranean turned into strafing too far into Libya, which turned into a lock down of that particular air space. Artillery fire and the night made it exceptionally difficult to wrap around and fly back to their designated air base. With only two planes on a scouting mission, it shouldn't have been too hard - hard, but not impossible.
On his turn around, Gabriel spotted a stray artillery shell flanking the second jet. Knowing it'd rip through the cockpit and whoever inside, Gabriel made a split second decision. Diving beneath the other jet, he took the missile head on. The explosion ripped into the wings of his lane, and inverted a good portion of the hull into the cockpit. Parts of the metal and wiring of the plane dug into Gabriel's right calf, pinning him to jet. Unable to eject safely, he'd have likely died in the crash. The other plane fared far better, having taken the bulk of the damage with his own plane, the other merely lost function to the aftershocks of the explosion, forcing the pilot inside to eject. The force of his impact on land had knocked him unconscious, however.
Gabriel still refuses to detail exactly what he did to get himself out safely, but it left his right leg severely injured to the point of losing all function and left him nearly bleeding out on the desert sands. He had to physically crawl through the barren sands in order to make contact with the other soldier, unconscious but still breathing. He bound his wound as well as he could and took stock of his surrounding, the cold shaking their claws into his bones. Unfortunately, his woulds had been the least of their worries as the wreck gave away their location to a roving, enemy mercenary group - pick off the survivors and scavenge what they could. To Gabriel, it'd be he last stand, unknown to the medical rescue team alerted to their location prior to his partner abadoning his plane for safety. After holing up with his lone pistol behind a sturdy rock formation, he held them off until the medical team arrived to dispatch the remaining enemy soldiers and lift them both off to safety. He lost consciousness well before they shipped him out for surgery. Gabriel woke up two days later with no leg and under a high dosage of morphine - his subsequent freak out took quite a bit of the on hand staff to calm and sedate him. With no family written in his records, Gabriel suffered his time in the military hospital alone for nearly a month.
After the ordeal he'd been honorably discharged, awarded a Purple Heart and the Medal of Honor for his valor in combat and his willingness to sacrifice. Of course, that likely televised event wouldn't have gone unnoticed by his parents. Gabriel, however, refused to take any of their calls and worked on recovering what mental stability he had left through various therapy sessions before ever thinking of approaching them again. It took years before Gabriel deemed himself ready and by then, he'd already received a letter for a Carrington family reunion. Now it was just a matter of finding a way to explain himself, while acting like his life afterwards was just him rebuilding some kind of normalcy, educating himself, finding a reasonable excuse that he would have been much too busy to talk.
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❖ He's laid low enough that his stint on TV only remains in vague memory. People don't recognize him on the street and he doesn't ever really boast about his received reward. He still doesn't think he earned it, after everything that happened.
❖ Takes medication for his anxiety and depression - still deals with PTSD. Loud noises and flying trigger him heavily - he needs to be thoroughly sedated before boarding a plane.
❖ Still dreams of becoming an astronaut and astrophysicist and has even sent in applications to places like MIT. He refuses to name drop, but his high school records are impeccable and he hopes he can somehow find a way to pay for classes himself. Right now, he's just taking a few small classes at a community college, learning how to cook, even knit, and some creative writing course.
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Lee Carrington
"I was his golden boy. After Sam left, he found someone shinier, less dull."
Mr. Carrington was always known to play favorites. That was something he likely wanted his children to know. So, when it came time to show his own chops, Gabriel garnered quite a bit of attention from his father. However, like their time spent home, it was often sparse and interspersed through the years. Mainly, he was there whenever he made some great accomplishment. He enjoyed the small bit of praise he granted, but that was likely it. Still, it wasn't too hard for Gabriel to embellish his father's worst qualities in his own mind, to the point he no longer cared what he thought enough that it made leaving easier.
He still regrets his decisions, but this one doesn't ping too high on his radar. Still, he definitely hopes it's not too late to reconnect. After all the work he put into making himself somewhat presentable and not a fucking hot mess, Gabriel just doesn't want that all to go to waste.
Cassiopeia Carrington
"I've always been compared to my mother. People say I have her eyes. Better than having her heart."
Of either parent, Cassiopeia was the one Gabriel interacted with the most. While time still remained limited between their interactions, she urged him further into his studies of space and science. If anything, he appreciated her criticism before the event with his oldest sister. She encouraged him, drove him to be better than he ever hoped to be. Unfortunately, that all crumbled and eventually Gabriel forced himself to look at her small critiques as anything but crude betterment. He never thought she was cruel, but in the years before he dropped contact, Gabriel painted her the worst monster of all.
That would be his biggest regret and he still doesn't quite know how to handle rekindling anything with her. Or if she would even want it. It's been so long, long enough that he may be a lost cause. Might be another Sam, to her.
Samantha Carrington
"There's too much to say. The real problem, however, is that she doesn't deserve to hear even half of it. She doesn't deserve my time."
There are no regrets here and no hiding any resentment he feels towards his sister. She abandoned him in his time of need; she left without a word; she refused to look at him, much less talk to him. Gabriel watched Sam go and she didn't even give him a small indication that she even cared for him.
Meeting her again has to be one of the biggest cons of the entire trip. However, he's willing to deal with her company f it means seeing the rest of his family. Gabriel has nothing to say to her that she shouldn't already know and even then he's not willing to give her the satisfaction. |
2,693 | 61 | 12 | 792 | 4,390 | There was a sixty percent chance that all of this was just some very strange, very elaborate dream. What other possible explanation could there be? Things like this didn't happen to her, not to Piper. Sure, the silver spoon came standard with the crib and all, but even so this was on an entirely different level - to the point where the only logical way any of it fit together was it being, well, a dream. It would explain so much and so easily to boot. It would explain why she was in Colorado of all places rather than sighing and rolling her eyes through yet another Chapin family dinner. It would explain why this residence seemed far more palatial than her own home, which was still larger than most homes the common man settles into. But most importantly of all it would explain how she was there with the arm of Elaine Carrington.
When their paths crossed at Strathmore, Piper didn't leave their first meeting thinking that they'd become anything, least of all involved. Even amongst the Strathmore Elite the name Carrington turned heads while the name Chapin flew so far under the radar it was a wonder when anyone took notice at all. Maybe that's why they hit it off. Piper didn't have or care about some familial reputation and didn't feel the need to buddy up with Elaine because of who and what her family meant. Piper was just glad at the prospect of someone being able to hold their own in a pick up game for a change. Granted, the chances of a pick up game happening here in Colorado seemed slim, not just from the snowy conditions but because it just seemed like many of the family Carrington would scoff at the notion of getting sweaty in athletics.
To the shock of Piper, it took more convincing on the behalf of the Father Carrington for her to come than it did her own family. The holiday break was typically a time Piper came up with some excuse to not take the flight home; her family was more than she could ask for - Connor aside, of course - but now that she was older, slightly wiser, and in that little period after angst and before responsibility the last thing she wanted to do was spend the break in an empty home. An empty dorm room was somehow more preferable. All it took was a phone call. Once Vera heard the news, that Piper was dating Elaine Carrington, Vera could not have agreed to the arrangement more eagerly. It was almost worrying.
Surely meeting the rest of he Carrington clan had to be preferable to twiddling her thumbs in a dorm room, watching whatever happened to be on an ESPN feed. And if not...well, there was always chess and beverages with Elaine - Piper had been studying techniques and was bound to get that illusive victory one of these days.
The raven haired girl stood outside the lodge doorway with nerves and questions swirling about in her head. What if they hate me? What if they ignore me? A series of what if scenarios playing out negatively in her mind. She couldn't show it, for Elaine's sake. It wouldn't do well for Piper to look intimidated; these rich types could smell it in a person, at least that's what her father always said. In a sea of sharks, that being those with a considerable amount of spending cash, it was swim or die. Piper was here to swim.
The smile given to her by Elaine before opening to lodge doors certainly gave Piper cause to dive into the waters headfirst.
Now she knew she had to be dreaming. It just seemed so surreal; but that would have to stay inside her own mind - the reality was clear. Piper was here. Piper was here as a guest of Elaine. Piper was here BECAUSE of Elaine, and Piper was here FOR Elaine. That's what friends did. Girlfriends especially. Even now, as she was following along into the lodge proper, Piper wasn't quite sure when it had happened, her and Elaine becoming a 'thing'. A simple meeting over a would-be friendly game of chess (which Piper lost rather swiftly) turned into more meetings for various purposes. A different sort of game. A request for tutoring. An invitation to watch basketball. Spend enough time around someone and people get to talking. It was Piper who brought the topic up. Over a game of chess, as she recalls. Just before Piper lost yet again, before checkmate was called, the question just sort of fell out of her. "Hey, are we, like, dating?"
If the response wasn't answer enough, the smile and Piper's presence here in Colorado certainly were.
Piper kept quiet as Elaine dealt with the hired help - that sounded better than butler or servant or whatever the term was, but took in the sights in the hall, namely the decor and architecture. It was certainly impressive. Was this where Elaine grew up? It seemed like a place where everything echoed because everyone spent time alone. Snow might be on the ground but inside the lodge it all felt...colder, somehow. Maybe she was thinking too much into it. She did that when she had enough time to be alone with her thoughts.
"We're not sharing a room?" Piper asked Elaine, catching the tail end of Elaine's conversation with the help. Of course it made sense, given their age and the presence of guest rooms, but it still came as a surprise. "I hope your siblings aren't bringing spouses or something; nothing kills the mood like separate bedrooms." Piper attempted to keep a stiff upper lip about the whole situation in the only way she knew how. Taking little jabs and jokes when she could get away with them. Someone had to have a loose tie.
"Don't you wanna say hello to, like, your parents or something first? Actually what am I saying, who wants to do that first? Sure, let's scope out the rooms and then I dunno, maybe you can give me the tour? Like...'this is the room where my mother fired a butler for putting the salad fork on the wrong side of the plate' or something." A positive attitude went a long way with Piper, it was how she could keep challenging Elaine to chess.
"But seriously, Elaine, thanks for bringing me. If nothing else, at least this thing won't entirely suck with me around, right?" Piper glanced towards Elaine, wanting to return the earlier smile given with a shrug of her shoulders and a hopeful expression in her eyes. As of now Piper Chapin was just a visitor and it was all she could do to keep from getting thrown out into the cold. | N A M E
Piper Jane Chapin. If she's on friendly terms with someone she won't get upset if they call her 'Pip'. She might even let someone call her P.J. if they were feeling bold and she was in a decent enough mood.
A G E
16
G E N D E R
Female
O C C U P A T I O N
It's hard to call it an occupation but sometimes the work load at Strathmore Academy for Higher Learning and the Arts can start to feel like a job. It doesn't help that her extra-curricular activities take up so many hours in a week. Presently she is in her second year.
S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual
R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
To the surprise of her own self (which is nowhere near the level of pleasant surprise of her parents), Piper is currently in a relationship with one Elaine Carrington.
F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
Vera Chapin, nee Trevino. (53) Piper's mother hasn't worked a day in her life once she married the only member of the Chapin family to make a name for themselves. Some have called her a gold-digger and the claims are certainly warranted, but the money was only what got her to agree to a first date all those years ago. That little thing called love kept her around, even if the love has passed from her husband onto her daughter. She spends much of her day to day keeping up to date on the world via the media while also befriending the live-in butler.
Jason Patrick Chapin. (55) Jason once had a promising future in major league baseball but a career ending injury sustained just three years into his professional contract put an end to that. Once he was forced into retirement from the sport he enjoyed, Jason turned his sights onto a different career path: that of an entrepreneur. While not exactly making the list of billionaires, the nationwide chain of athletic stores has turned Jason Chapin into a hugely successful business owner. Nationwide chains and sponsorship deals across multiple sports has paid very, very lucratively.
Connor Chapin. (20) Piper's older brother and only sibling. Jason wanted Connor to follow in his footsteps but instead Connor is still mooching off of his parents while he does very little. Most days find him sleeping while most nights find him in front of a computer monitor.
A P P E A R A N C E
At a quick glance, Piper doesn't look like someone that comes from money at all.
Not that wealthy children have a certain look about them, but there is often a certain...air about those that come from a lot of money and it's clear in most of the student body at Strathmore; yet Piper, despite her name being Piper, vastly prefers keeping it as casual and low-cost as possible. On a typical day, which is to say when not in the formal attire of a Strathmore dress code, Piper wears a lot of jeans, each one just a tad on the snug side and some that look a few bad trips away from tearing away completely. Her absolute favorite article of clothing is the casual vest, which she will wear over her shirts unless she decides to go sleeveless for a day. A vest and sleeveless shirt? That's for weird people.
Her skin is naturally tan, a biracial child which often raised eyebrows with her extended family considering both of her parents are caucasian and she is about half. Piper's parents have never said why this is but Piper's not dense. Her hair, which is naturally curly unless she spends a fair amount of time in the morning making it look presentable, is a rather dark, muddy brown naturally though she's tried to lighten it up.
While not abnormally tall at 5'5", her physique stands out. No surprise for one that is more focused on the more...physical aspects of the Strathmore curriculum, Piper's body is rather taut. She won't be doing a lot of bench pressing - hers is more of a cardio menu with plenty of stamina and limber limbs to show for it - but it's clear from her arms and the tight curves that her presence on the tennis courts or on the track course are well earned.
Piper is slightly self conscious about her face; she's not a fan of her lips which she swears are puffy and unflattering, nor her smile which she swears is buck-toothed, and even her high cheek bones has her covering them with her hands if someone were to point it out.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
There's a saying about looking gift horses in the mouth and that's something Piper does on a regular basis; the horse, of course, being her background. Piper might belong among the rich and elite of Strathmore but she doesn't seem to have the same style of manners that many of the stuffier, Hampton summering types do. Not to say that she's impolite, a couple of vulgar slips into conversation aside, but rather more...casual. She doesn't put her silverware in the proper order, still sometimes slurps her soup, and would sooner tell an amusing (sometimes potentially...insensitive) joke rather than an anecdote.
In a sense, Piper is a bit of a tomboy, though she loathes the term and people that use it as if that's all there is to her. Piper enjoys athletics, following in the footsteps of her dad, and if it wasn't for the insistence of her mother, Piper would've gone to a high school with a much better sports program. Still, her time at Strathmore has found her enjoying tennis and engaging in many a pick up game of basketball. Piper knows she'll never be the valedictorian, her academics are hardly anything to write home about - her last report card had one A on it and then a smattering of Bs and high Cs - but that doesn't stop her from being more than a little bit competitive.
Athletics are where she shines, which allows her to avoid catching the ire of those who pride themselves on their 4.0 status. So long as she's there making the tennis and basketball clubs look good, she can get away with having a C in Chemistry. Though Piper enjoys and even relishes 'schooling' people on the courts, when the whistle blows she's the first to offer a slap of the hand. It's all in the spirit of hopefully friendly competition, and the trash talk that comes with it is just part of the game; but the game ends at some point.
Though not a top student, Piper is hardly an idiot. Her best subject in school is math with Spanish taking a close second (though in the case of Spanish she has a bit of an advantage given that her mother is fluent). The only reason she does so poorly in Chemistry despite the presence of math is that Chemistry deals in way more complicated formulas whereas math is 'just numbers'. Piper, however, refuses to ask for help, seeing the sheer notion of asking for tutoring to be an admission of stupidity. It's not a matter of pride, more of Piper being incredibly stubborn. She wants to enjoy herself by being irreverent and being slow at chemical formulas and the scientific theory is just fine in her eyes. Leave the academics to the over achievers.
Piper considers herself to be funny and her social nature has her seeming like something of a chameleon, blending in with groups and engaging in conversation. She doesn't command a room but she can lighten the mood. Piper appreciates the value in a sudden injection of humor even at the more inappropriate of times. Of course, her irreverence and casual attitude comes with its own internal complications; Piper might be quoted as saying she doesn't care what people think of her, but there's only so long that lie can work..and it stopped working with Piper years ago. Piper assumes no one thinks highly of her, but for all her swagger and competitive nature, Piper has a glaring lack of self confidence that she can't let show. People believe in her. Maybe she can start believing in herself.
L I K E S
Watching NBA games, preferably with someone who knows the sport.
Stand up comedy specials and raunchy comedy movies. She has to steal her material from somewhere.
Freshly made horchata. In a pinch, some horchata from an 'authentic' restaurant will suffice.
Pineapple on pizza. Or just pineapple in general.
When it's raining at night and the rain hits the window softly and she can count the thunder. Which is to say she likes storms.
D I S L I K E S
Stock car racing. Generally she enjoys sports but there's something about racing that she doesn't enjoy. That goes for horse racing as well.
Winter in all of its forms. Christmas is okay, though, but other than that winter is a nuisance.
People that can't be real. Keep it real is more than just an outdated phrase, it's a way of life.
Losing, specifically if the loss comes as a result of being completely steamrolled. A close loss is better than an easy win.
H I S T O R Y
Piper is just waiting for the day her parents can admit that she is adopted.
Of course she considers Jason and Vera as her parents because they are, but it would be nice to hear it from the source. She's never really sought out her biological parents since the family she has now is more than she could've ever hoped for. Piper doesn't remember much of her early childhood, and doesn't remember much of the orphanage since she spent so little time there; her earliest memories were of Connor being a brat and pushing her onto the floor when she was learning how to walk.
The Chapin name is not a known one to the well-off sorts. Jason is among the Nouveau riche and is the only Chapin that has done something of note. It's mostly because of the influence of Jason that Piper doesn't really see herself as having a silver spoon despite it being planted firmly in her hand. When Piper was approaching the age of ten, choices as to her upbringing were being made without her input. So much of her choices in life were made by her mother who, after writing off Conner due to his eagerness to spend money like it was free flowing, wanted Piper to make something of herself. "You have to overcome your adversity" was the way Vera phrased it and Piper still isn't sure what that adversity is and by now she's too afraid to ask.
It was Vera who wanted to groom Piper into being a well educated, proper sort, starting with private tutors that didn't take. Piper was far more interested in her father and his past glory. Some of her happiest memories were just sitting on the front stoop and watching a baseball game on a portable television with her father. Her relationship with Conner remains strained as Conner, even from a young age, never saw Piper as his sister and more as "a guest".
After the private tutors failed to make much of a dent in Piper, Vera convinced Jason to give boarding school a chance. Piper never wanted to go and even getting her to attend a private junior high school was an ordeal that involved scissors and hundreds of wasted dollars on uniforms. While she hasn't mellowed with age, she's learned to just accept her mother's wishes.
Strathmore Academy was not immediately welcoming. Piper's casual attitude and willingness to inject herself into the conversations of other people was seen as strange at first, though she began to change minds with her athletic talents. Her circle of true friends is still rather small but she's been able to find a way to fir in: by making others fit in with her. Piper has found her sphere of influence expanding ever so slightly since she's started dating one Elaine Carrington.
Piper met Elaine over a game of chess. Piper was checking out some extra-curricular activities and came across students playing the game. Wanting to see what the fuss was about, she challenged Elaine to a game - at the time Piper didn't know who Elaine or the Carrington's were. The chess game did not go well for Piper despite her best efforts. The next day, Piper challenged Elaine to a game of tennis. Then to a one on one game of basketball. Piper can't pinpoint the exact location that they became a couple, but it was probably some time after Piper asked "Are we dating?" during lunch period.
Piper still doesn't much know about the Carrington family; she likes Elaine because she's Elaine, not because she's Elaine Carrington; however, when her mother found out who Piper was dating, Vera insisted that Piper invite herself along to the Carrington reunion. A good impression to the Carrington family could certainly open a lot of doors. But Piper is just going because she figures Elaine could use a friendly face in her corner at this reunion.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O
Piper really hates her name. She's named after her grandmother (on her father's side) but she still hates it. Piper. Just sounds weird.
Piper is also secretly reading up on chess in order to one day beat Elaine at the game, something she has yet to do.
Lee Carrington
"My mom says he's kind of a big deal. She's not wrong, but the reason I think he's a big deal is different than why she thinks he's a big deal."
Piper has no true opinion on the Carrington's yet. She does, however, hope that the heads of the family will approve of her if only so she can keep dating their daughter. Hell of a way to make an introduction.
Cassiopeia Carrington
"I wonder what my opening line should be? 'Hey, Mrs. C...I'm dating your daughter' seems a bit...forward?"
See thoughts on Lee. |
2,694 | 61 | 13 | 438 | 562 | Emile
It took a few minutes of awkwardly hovering in the doorway before Emile decided to see what was going on in the rest of the house. Hopefully, he'd happen upon one of his favourite siblings - Nat, or Art, or one of his sisters. Although seeing Esi would be awkward, to say the least. If she even arrived. They hadn't exactly talked since that last holiday, and it was perfectly probable that she could be lying comatose over some random person's hotel room couch... It made him a little sad, and the corners of his mouth drooped down as he walked.
His thoughts were interrupted by a maid, who'd caught his eye and hurried over. The servants of the house had never been as scared of him as they'd been of some other members. He tilted his head slightly at her, knowing already what she was going to say. And as she did, his heart sunk slightly in his chest. He hadn't even gotten the chance to greet anyone yet, and now he was being summoned to the den. Emile smiled in that lopsided way he usually did at news like this, one corner of his mouth rising, closed-mouth. "Thanks," he murmured, changing direction toward his destination. His tongue flicked out between his teeth, wetting his lips nervously.
Hopefully they wouldn't ask him too many questions about his course. It was still in the medical stream, so there was that. It would have been so much easier if he'd just told the truth from the start, but... He had a terrible habit of lying to avoid conflict. Call it an instinct for self preservation. He paused just outside the room, taking a moment to just breathe. He could do this. They were just his parents. What could they do? Other than hurt you, a little voice whispered, but he buried it and pushed open the door.
"Hi Mom, and Dad," he greeted them, smiling - this time, more normally. Okay, so he was sort of scared (especially since he was the first here) and his heart was beating faster than he'd like, but it had been a while. And... maybe he wanted a better relationship with them. Something about the heart growing fonder with distance. Emile hesitated for a moment, before moving toward the table. There were a few options here - he could sit on his father's left (definitely not), far away from them both (awkward), or next to his mother. Emile was a sensitive guy; he didn't want to hurt her. To be honest, gatherings like this were extremely uncommon. What if they had bad news?
And so, with a nervous licking of his lips again, Emile drew out the chair next to Cassiopeia. He gave both of them another good-natured smile, a blink of his eyes, and he took his seat. Oops. Should he have hugged her? Shaked his hand? At least he knew not to hug Lee. You can get through this. What to say? "Sure is storming out there. Crazy!" he commented, gesturing vaguely to the window. The weather was always a safe bet. | Emile Carrington
N A M E
Emile Hunter Carrington
A G E
19
G E N D E R
Male
O C C U P A T I O N
College student (Nursing)
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single
F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
None other than the Carringtons.
A P P E A R A N C E
Emile is a gentle looking chap, with a round face that makes him look a year or two younger than he is. He stands at an average 5,9" that he often wishes was a little bit more - but he's not one for complaining, and generally just gets on with life. He has a stocky build that puts on muscle easily at the running risk of making him look stout - recently, he's taken up jogging to accompany his usual gym habits.
Emile's friends often tease him about his 'baby face.' It's true; he's never been able to order alcohol without being asked for an ID (unfortunately, since he's underage). A soft jawline and rounded cheeks as well as limited beard-growing ability make him look youthful, but charming. Light blue eyes framed by long, dark eyelashes add to his overall appeal, and his lips have been described as 'kissable.' His hairstyle can look outdated, depending on how he wears it - it has a striking resemblance to the 'Justin Bieber,' of a few years ago...
He walks with a quiet confidence, surety in where he is going and where he's been. Emile has a penchant for casual hoodies over t-shirts, and dark slim-fit jeans or chinos. He cleans up rather nicely, and isn't opposed to wearing formal clothing. He doesn't really follow the latest trends, but tends to dress well for his own body and look.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Emile is a sensitive soul who tends to think before he speaks and acts. He isn't the type to be easily stressed or worried - he is incredibly laid back. Unfortunately, this means he can also fall into the trap of being lazy. It takes quite a bit of motivation to get him to study, in particular. Thankfully he's a clever kid, but he probably isn't reaching his full potential in his academics. He prefers diplomacy over conflict every time, and will hesitate to place himself firmly on one side.
Emile has a particular love for people. While not the typical loud extrovert, he enjoys listening to peoples' stories and also enjoys some attention himself. In addition, nothing gives him a greater high than helping somebody in need - it's for this reason that he has decided to study nursing. Caring is his strong suit. This doesn't just go physically; Emile is also a sympathetic ear, although he isn't great at giving advice. He can also be quite naive, and miss out on the subtext of a conversation.
The side of Emile that not everyone sees, is that he isn't completely honest. He's not above telling a 'harmless' white lie here and there, to dissolve tension or get people to move on. One of his larger lies was to his parents, that he's studying to become a doctor (instead of the truth - that he wants to be a nurse). While he wouldn't intentionally spread rumours or anything nasty, he often simply doesn't understand the implications of his words. Unfortunately, lies always seem to catch up with us in the end...
L I K E S
People
Chilled music
Caring for others
FIFA
Beer (...but don't tell his parents he's been boozing.)
D I S L I K E S
Loneliness
Seeing others in pain
Heavy metal
Champagne
Tension
H I S T O R Y
Emile was never a highly-strung child, and tended to just go with what was asked of him. He was an obedient, bright (albeit lazy) and well-mannered boy for his entire childhood, rarely throwing a tantrum or crying. He slept straight through the night from a small baby (to the relief of those living in the household and his nanny). He was spoiled with toys and sweets, but still felt the vacuum of his parents' attention - perhaps even more so than his older siblings.
At age 8, he began to occasionally tell small white lies. This was a tactic to get more attention. They were never large, and he was careful to not be found out - for example, lying to an older sibling that he could do a handstand, and have the sibling watch while he failed. They weren't ever harmful, but they were still a part of his life. They became easy to tell over the years. Once or twice he was caught out, but the majority slipped by unnoticed. He became skilled at his poker face.
Emile was always a kind boy despite his faults, and from a young age would throw himself in to help look after a sick family member. Although he knew that his parents would prefer him to do something like a law degree, his heart drew him towards medicine. Emile never wanted to be a doctor. Doctors diagnosed, prescribed medicine - they didn't care like nurses did. Afraid of his parents' disapproval, Emile lied and told them that he wanted to be a doctor. Thankfully, they weren't involved enough in his life to do any in-depth research into his applications.
Emile attended a university on the other side of the country, opting to move away and form his own life. He never hated his parents, but he knew that they wouldn't understand what he wanted for himself. He's made friends and had a few girlfriends, with at least one after his family name. It's made him slightly wary of the dating world, and of revealing his family too early on in a relationship. Of course, it's difficult to escape the name of the Caringtons...
M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O
Emile has a habit of licking his lips when he's nervous (they get dry).
Lee Carrington
"My father is... a very difficult man."
Emile was never a difficult child, but he was unmotivated - and Lee obviously didn't take kindly to this. He lied many a time about how school was going just to escape any biting remarks, and tended to stay out of his way. Emile would have liked a closer relationship, had his father been kinder; thankfully, there were other male role models in his life to make up for that. He considers his father almost a stranger, so few were their interactions.
Cassiopeia Carrington
"She's my mom, and I love her - but often, I just feel like... Like she's just so far away from me, y'know? It makes me sad."
Emile is convinced that his strict mother would disapprove of his choice in career. He finds it harder to lie to her her than Lee, but it's a necessity at times. He really does want her to be proud of him, and sometimes feels disappointed in himself that he can't bring himself to admit the truth of his studies. He realises that she cares, but it's in such a strange way that he finds it difficult to connect with her. He knows that he's terribly average compared to some others in the family (especially Mathias, the surgeon), and so, was never very much on his mother's radar. In any case, Emile shies away from nastiness, and preferred to avoid her sharp tongue.
Samantha Carrington
"I never knew her. She left the house before I was even born. I just know that she's a painter."
Emile honestly barely knows his sister at all. She hasn't exactly been present around the household. He's curious about her though, partially because she seems rather mysterious to him.
Arthur Carrington
"I don't know Arthur very well, but he's always so nice. I'd like to spend more time with him."
Arthur was a little more present, popping in and out of Emile's life every now and again. Emile has good memories of him, even though they're few and far inbetween.
Gabriel Carrington
"I've... never really heard a lot about him. Though, there was that thing - he was awarded something for being in combat. I also heard that he was hurt real bad..."
Again, Emile didn't get the chance to know Gabriel - he left soon after Emile was born. However, he was incredibly sad to hear about the injury that his brother had sustained in combat. He feels a strange guilt, as if he should have been there to look after him, despite the fact that it was impossible and they're nigh-on strangers.
Mathias Carrington
"My brother's a surgeon - how cool is that? I mean, I heard that he was sort of weird as a kid, but it's inspiring to see someone else in the family in medicine. Even if they're probably making mom and dad prouder..."
Emile has faint memories of Mathias from when he was young, although they're pretty blurry. He heard that his brother wasn't the most normal as a kid, but he was still inspired by the fact that Mathias went into medicine. He gets the feeling that his brother is a little bit full of himself, but he likes him nonetheless - in a word, he's very charming.
Charles Carrington
Esther Carrington
"Esi's a big-shot music producer; I've seen her name pop up a good few times. But I can't help but wonder if she's actually... happy. I hope that she's okay."
Emile often thinks about his older sister by 7 years with some worry. Esi seems to float about life, flitting from one thing to another with reckless abandon. He vaguely remembers a big fuss being made when she was in her teens - later finding out that it was related to drugs. There's a large age gap between them, but he remembered enough to know that he loved her. They weren't ever very close until he was 16, and she invited him to visit her for the summer. This happened regularly during school holidays until last summer. Esther had too much of something, and had ended up fighting in a bar. He'd had to deal with taking her home, getting her down from her high, and treating the injuries she'd sustained. Emile had decided at that moment that he couldn't take worrying over her every night that he spent with her, if she'd overdose or pass out and choke on her own vomit - he rarely made a fuss, but he told her that he wouldn't come back unless she was clean. They haven't really spoken since then.
Nathaniel Carrington
"He's my rebellious, angsty older brother, and I love him. He's kinda moody, but really talented."
There's a 6 year age gap between Emile and Nathaniel, but he was the closest brother Emile had and a male role model to him. Fortunately for his parents, Emile never took to being a truancy. He was the family member that, when little, Emile used to run to with a scraped knee or a bully, knowing that there'd be a kind word for him and a shoulder to sniffle on. He was the first person to introduce him to the joys of alcohol - perhaps his only rebellious act, other than lying. Emile still gets excited when his brother visits him, knowing that he's in for a good time whether they go out or stay in.
Indiana Carrington
"Indy thinks a lot. Like, a lot. And I worry about her sometimes."
Indy's always seemed more sensitive than some of his other siblings - not in the sense that she'd cry or get upset all the time, but that he'd often come across her with a blankness to her expression that scared him. He grew up with her music reverberating through the house, and truly does enjoy listening to her play. Although classical music isn't his passion, he wishes that he could see her play again sometime. It's been a while.
Elaine Carrington
"My little sister - I'm not the baby of the family, after all! I'm her big bro, and I'll always be there for her."
Emile feels protective over his little sister. Okay, so he's away from her for most of the year, and sometimes she seems to disregard him, but he tries his best to keep up with her when not swept away with college. He thinks that she's a little bit harsh on some members of the family, but to be honest, he looks at her with rose-tinted spectacles. After all, it's his responsibility as older brother to make sure that she's okay. |
2,695 | 62 | 0 | 1,792 | 1,093 | A Time of Turmoil
The truth doesn't matter.
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"The drums of war never cease.
For Arcadia always lies in great peril.
How could it not?
Arcadia is a crucible of relentless conflict.
It has ever been so...
An era as long as the mountains are unyielding."
As great powers battle for the continent's fate, I make my own humble contribution.
A neutral witness in a formal but tense meeting between representatives of the League of Arcadia and representatives of the Dwarven Kingdoms in Dragonrage Pass, a stretch of land created by rage-filled dragons. Or so as the myths say."
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If one were to observe the entire pass under the night sky, one would find camps and fires as far as the eye could see. However, not all of them are on the same side. They are allies though, a relationship created when the goddess Gaia laid waste to Arcadia. While the soldiers of both sides are either friendly or indifferent to each other, there was... uneasiness in the camp where representatives of both armies met.
But the politics was not the soldiers' concern yet and so the soldiers mostly did nothing but lay around and waited for orders. Among the organized regiments, there was one that was... not so organized. They were an assembled force of men and women who were there to help out but is not part of any official regiment. At the head of this unusual unit is one Jarde Devaron who had everyone under his command together around a small bonfire.
Once everyone was present, he spoke. "So uhh... Hello everyone. I'm... pretty sure you all know we're not a regular unit but more of a group of varying fighters. You know, like Chrom and his Shepherds in the stories of legends." He attempted to raise everyone's spirits. "And like Chrom's Shepherds, I'm sure we can get far and accomplish many things despite being an unorthodox unit."
"I'm Jarde by the way. Jarde Devaron. First and only son of King Harald of Ereb." The young man introduced himself. He wore a metal cuirass, gray in color with matching gauntlets and greaves and gray clothes underneath the armor. His hair is short and light brown in color save for a streak of black, believed by many in the Arcadia League to be a sign of corruption.
"Ah, that's a good idea!" Jarde realized. "Why don't we all introduce ourselves? That's the first step to a great fellowship." | UNITS IN ARCADIA
CONCILIUM
"Battle-hardened warriors with exceptional skill. Can wield axes in addition to swords."
"A seasoned Mage or Healer with a high affinity for magic. Wields tomes and staves."
Footmen are paid as full-time professional soldiers, ready to answer the call to arms at all times. In addition to forming a standing army to repel enemy attack, Footmen also serve as city guards, the fire watch and the enforcers of the law. However, most of the time these soldiers spend their days drilling and training with various weapons to the barked instructions of grim-faced sergeants and veteran marksmen. Every state trains its regiments to fight together, providing each other with mutual protection on the battlefield. Footmen often march to battle with detachments of differently armed troops to aid them. These detachments form up close to their regimental units, where they guard vulnerable flanks and provide battlefield support, either by joining their regimental units in the bloody melee of close combat with swords and maces and axes and other similar weapons, or by showering oncoming enemies with missile fire.
Concilium Footmen usually have red and blue as their uniform colors.
*Bow variant
"Although inaccurate, Bow Footmen provide a cheap, plentiful line of defense against the oncoming enemy."
*Spear variant
"With a spear in hand, these men are no heroes, but they are stalwart defenders of their homelands."
*Polearm variant
"Although Footmen are not particularly skillful with such weapons, they can defend their homelands with them well enough."
VARJO
"Varjan Warriors come alive in the midst of bloody battle; thriving on the slaughter of their foes."
Varjan Warriors are fighters of remarkable prowess. Their strength is infernal and their bodies are as tough as steel. Encased in suits of masterfully-forged armor, a Varjan Warrior is equal to several mortal fighters. One could say they are no longer truly human, but living weapons, honed perfectly for the bloody tasks before them. He has nothing but contempt for almost everything and goes about the business of murder with a vengeance. A Varjan Warrior's only solace is in the slaughter - the fulfillment of his new existence as an instrument of his nation's violent will, and at battle's end, his armor is splattered with the lifeblood of the slain.
*Halberdier variant
Varjan Warriors equipped with the mighty halberd to take down larger foes for Arcadia is full of monsters and beasts larger than man.
"Elites are greater than their Varjan brethren, more powerful and savage in close quarters, especially with great weapons."
There are those amongst the ranks of the Varjan Warriors who bear the favor of King Caldeyron more than their fellows. Known amongst their kind as Elites, their frames are swollen due to inhumane training, and "boons" bestowed on them by their King in recognition of the many fell deeds they have committed. Even if an Elite warrior bears no such stigmata, it is clear that he carries the grace of the Caldeyrons from his aura of dark menace. The Elites are truly the nobility of Varjo. The Elites lead by example, fighting not as commanders but as veteran warriors and champions. In this way, the Elites hope to attract yet more of their Majesty's favor and ascend to the ranks of the truly exalted. They advance unflinchingly through magical bolts, hails of arrows and punishing artillery volleys, their purposeful thread never falters as they march ever closer to their prey. Battle lines have buckled and broken at the mere prospect of a unit of Elites closing in upon them, blades raised so that the methodical butchery of the foe can begin.
*Halberdier variant
Varjan Elites equipped with the mighty halberd to take down larger foes for Arcadia is full of monsters and beasts larger than man.
"Hellriders deliver a terrifyingly powerful charge to enemy lines, particularly if armed with a lance."
Hellriders are feared throughout Arcadia and beyond as merciless butchers capable of turning the course of battle with a single charge. They are towering brutes atop immensely powerful Hell Steeds, rider and mount clad in thickest plate, each section of armor crafted by a master blacksmith. A Hellrider's greaves are jagged blades, well suited to slicing through the flesh of the enemy. Even the frightful reputation of the Hellriders is a weapon in its own right, crippling those who would stand against them before a single blow is struck. Many Hellriders charge to war with great lances, evil-looking polearms designed to impale and tear their foes. Others wield a deadly assortment of weapons, from cleavers and war-picks to heavy maces. Some Hellriders even brandish magical blades, each bearing a small measure of power. Regardless of the form or the hexes inscribed upon these ensorcelled weapons, they are all enchanted in order to kill, and most flicker with dark fire. Each Hellrider is a paragon amongst his warrior brethren, for he has trod the path of damnation for many years and holds the favor of the Varjan King. A Hellrider's horned helmet may conceal a twisted and permanent rictus smile of sharp metallic fangs, or a striking and cold beauty that steals the breath away. Few have a chance to find out, for those who behold the Hellriders of Varjo are but moments away from a grisly end. A full unit of Hellriders, galloping at speed, will hit a battle line like the mailed fist of the gods.
Footmen are paid as full-time professional soldiers, ready to answer the call to arms at all times. In addition to forming a standing army to repel enemy attack, Footmen also serve as city guards, the fire watch and the enforcers of the law. However, most of the time these soldiers spend their days drilling and training with various weapons to the barked instructions of grim-faced sergeants and veteran marksmen. Every state trains its regiments to fight together, providing each other with mutual protection on the battlefield. Footmen often march to battle with detachments of differently armed troops to aid them. These detachments form up close to their regimental units, where they guard vulnerable flanks and provide battlefield support, either by joining their regimental units in the bloody melee of close combat with swords and maces and axes and other similar weapons, or by showering oncoming enemies with missile fire.
Varjan Footmen usually have black as their uniform colors.
*Bow variant
"Although inaccurate, Bow Footmen provide a cheap, plentiful line of defense against the oncoming enemy."
*Spear variant
"With a spear in hand, these men are no heroes, but they are stalwart defenders of their homelands."
*Polearm variant
"Although Footmen are not particularly skillful with such weapons, they can defend their homelands with them well enough."
GLEIVNIR
"A heavily-armored brawler who can swing a large axe as if it were a feather. His mighty attacks can tear through foes and obstacles."
Footmen are paid as full-time professional soldiers, ready to answer the call to arms at all times. In addition to forming a standing army to repel enemy attack, Footmen also serve as city guards, the fire watch and the enforcers of the law. However, most of the time these soldiers spend their days drilling and training with various weapons to the barked instructions of grim-faced sergeants and veteran marksmen. Every state trains its regiments to fight together, providing each other with mutual protection on the battlefield. Footmen often march to battle with detachments of differently armed troops to aid them. These detachments form up close to their regimental units, where they guard vulnerable flanks and provide battlefield support, either by joining their regimental units in the bloody melee of close combat with swords and maces and axes and other similar weapons, or by showering oncoming enemies with missile fire.
Gleivnir Footmen usually have gold and silver as their uniform colors.
*Bow variant
"Although inaccurate, Bow Footmen provide a cheap, plentiful line of defense against the oncoming enemy."
*Spear variant
"With a spear in hand, these men are no heroes, but they are stalwart defenders of their homelands."
*Polearm variant
"Although Footmen are not particularly skillful with such weapons, they can defend their homelands with them well enough."
DWARVES
"With weapons in hand, Dwarven Infantry lay into the front lines with unremitting violence."
Dwarves make formidable fighters - they are strong and extremely resilient, broad of shoulder and wide of girth. Although by no means quick, they are physically robust and can maintain a steady plodding pace, marching for days on end despite being loaded down by burdens and heavy mail. When they charge into battle, the momentum generated by their wide, armor-clad bodies is remarkable, hitting the foe with a resounding impact. Protected by their heavy mail, their skillful use of overlapping shield walls and, finally, by their own tough and obstinate nature, Dwarf individuals, units and armies as a whole seem able to absorb punishing blows that would cause other races to break and flee.
"A volley of Dwarven crossbow bolts will travel far and hit hard, particularly against the lightly armored."
When the Clans are called to fight, some Dwarves arm themselves with crossbows and join the battle as Bolters. These formations are tasked with raining bolts down upon their foes - a task they perform with orderly zeal. Bolters seek to thin down the enemy's ranks, punish units attempting to outflank their own forces and engage in ranged duels with the foe's missile-armed troops. Dwarves have never taken to bows, partly because they do not suit their short physical stature, but also due to the limitations of such weapons in confined tunnels. The powerfully-built Dwarf crossbow can easily fire shots that outdistance the puny bows used by Man, and the crossbow bolts pack enough punch to devastate lightly armored foes. With typical Dwarf precision, a unit of Bolters will unleash its hail of bolts, reload, take aim and fire again. Protected by heavy armor and their own sturdy constitutions, it is a rare day when an enemy - even one with more skilled marksmen than the Dwarves - can win a long-ranged shooting contest against a unit of Bolters. Of course, should the enemy approach near enough to engage the Bolters in close combat, they will find hardened warriors eager to put their axes and shortswords to work. While the devotees to the rifle have grown over the years, they have not replaced the crossbow. There are many Clans that prefer the range of the crossbow, while the most traditionalist simply rile against any technological progress and the regrettable lack of "elbow grease" needed to fire a rifle instead of winding a crossbow winch to reset its formidable shot. |
2,696 | 62 | 1 | 470 | 1,609 | Taka came into the camp still keeping his handband on to keep the white hair from getting too messy. However, his immediate reaction to joining the camp was to go to the kitchen tent and grab some extra food to feast on. Upon reaching the tent, he was greeted with much taller and bigger soldiers who were quite aggressive-looking in his eyes. He quickly shoots an arrow across the tent, that ended up hitting the ground, to distract the soldiers as he mischievously grabs a few plates of food.
After his little heist to grab an extra meal, Taka approaches the meeting point that he was instructed to go to from directions on a letter he received. Listening and eating his food patiently as Jarde gave his speech, he waves and offers his new commander a snack from the plates he stole. His introduction of himself was quite nice, thought Taka, seems like a respectable man...hopefully honorable too. After the Manakete spoke, he began his own introduction.
"The name is Taka...an Outlaw from the city of Archanea. Please don't put me on the front lines...would much rather if you have me out back using my bow." | Name: Taka Hadakoto
Sex: Male
Class: Outlaw
Special Abilities: Ironbreaker, Beastbane, and Slayer (Clear Mind)
Equipment: Iron Bow, Vulnerary
History:
A family of brave samurai and knights...though Taka could never compete. He was never athletically fit as his family members, nor was he willing to be the one on the front lines. His grandfather noticed his determination to make them proud, but his stubborness to pick up the blade made the matter worse. This led to him being trained with the way of the bow under the tutaglage of his grandfather. However, when the rest of the family caught wind of this, Taka was exiled from the Hadakoto family and forced to live by himself in the city of Archanea. There, he did his best to complete his training while becoming a sort of Outlaw in the process as he usually used his arrows as diversions for all sorts of heists. He may be an Outlaw, but he's still a willing and friendly Archer at heart.
Personality: Read rules XD |
2,697 | 62 | 2 | 794 | 276 | Estelle
“Is something the matter, Monseigneur?”
Lord Leandre Dubois, son of Valerian Dubois, heir of the Crestwalk barony, staunch ally of King Wilmgard—her friend—pursed his lips. It was the closest he got to a pout without actually expressing it, and Estelle smiled to see it. With her eyes locked on him he fidgeted, then finally removed his helmet. All of a sudden he was less of a soldier-lord and more of a man, the curve of his jaw and nose less angular and more soft. His hair was a mess of brown curls, his fair brow furrowed over troubled green eyes.
“I did not want to leave you bearing my concerns on top of everything else, Estelle. Yet here I am, another weight on your shoulders. There is wisdom in Father's decision, I am aware, but it does not make the loss any easier.”
Estelle smiled and shook her head, breaking the distance between them until she was looking up into his youthful face. “Do not call it a loss, Monseigneur. An absence, perhaps. You know I have served your family with all my heart, and my heart remains forever in my homeland. The only difference now is that my heart must grow to encompass The League of Arcadia.”
Leandre smiled a little in return, crossing his arms over his breastplate. Like every one of his soldiers, he was gilded with the family crest—a field of blue with a golden barrulet and a gryphon engraved in front of both. “I do not question your loyalty in serving elsewhere and you know this. I... I simply do not like this notion of placing you under the protection of another man. Do the Devarons honor those who serve them as Father and his children have? Does he have the foresight of a wise man who provides for his people in times of famine? Does he have the strength of a soldier to be the shield of his people when bandits rise? Does he have the guile of a merchant to foster the prosperity of his people? Does he—”
“Je ne sais pas; that is why I am going, non? I am serving to help, not to be protected or provided for. Our Monseigneur Valerian will know how well he can trust Monseigneur Devaron and the competency of the League soon enough.”
“Oui.” Leandre raised a hand to rub at his forehead and sighed. “Just... did it have to be you? I would that he might have sent one of my knights instead.”
Estelle snorted, the hint of a smile at her lips. “N'importe quoi, I do things your knights cannot and that is why I go!”
“I did not mean—ah...” Leandre threw his hand up, where it landed unceremoniously at his side a moment later. “I do not question your competency, I...”
“Just say it, then. You have wanted to before I left, non?”
Leandre blinked, a slight blush to his cheeks as he averted his face. “It would not be appropriate.”
“Then I should go.”
Estelle managed to turn and move about two feet before his hand clamped around her arm. The grip was firmer than he must have meant it to be, his motions tense and jerky in his armor. Her head moved to face him and everything she expected was there—frustration, shame, affection. For a moment between them, silence. Finally, he leaned down, the warmth of his lips touching her forehead.
“Be safe, Ma Cherie.”
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And now here she was, among strangers who felt familiar. Faces were different, but most of them had that bearing—a confident stride and a genial air of unity. She didn't introduce herself so much as blend in as servants did, materializing at just the right moment as if by magic. Setting camp only sounded easy, but for every soldier there had to be a bed roll, for each group of bed rolls a tent, and for each tent of soldiers a meal to accompany their appetite. Horses needed feed, fire needed fuel, equipment needed maintenance, and everything had to be accounted for.
She was good at that sort of thing, appearing quietly to help service dinner and get tents pitched. Some troublemaker had already caused a stir by firing an arrow in the midst of soldiers eating their food. She'd seen a shock of white hair flee the scene and had 'tsked,' noting that there were already going to be reports of misbehavior finding their way to Prince Devaron. His task was no small one, bringing men and women of very different countries into one unit. An act of desperation, perhaps, or the beginning of a truly unified Arcadian league?
As she made her way to the bonfire meeting among others, she couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. Leandre may have been right about sending a knight—many present were armored or otherwise armed, each with some look of experience. By contrast, she had only her uniform. The lacy headband stuck out from her blonde curls like a hot, glowing brand; she was no soldier, but a creature of finesse and caretaking. Whereas others were accompanied by the clink of blades and armor, she had a frilly black skirt swiveling around her legs. Her only claim to competency on the battlefield was the symbol attached to the front of her choker—the mark of House Dubois and its specialized servants.
Prince Devaron, a manakete veteran, an Archanean outlaw—the rumors of a diverse group truly hadn't been wrong. She made note of each name and silently debated whether or not she ought to introduce herself. It had never been in her nature to leap into the spotlight and she couldn't be sure anyone would care about having a maid in their numbers. Ultimately, however, she was a representative of House Dubois and decided she ought to represent the noble name with pride.
“Bonjour, comrades. Monseigneur Devaron, Monsieur Myno, Monsieur Taka, and all others whom I have the pleasure of greeting tonight, I am honored to make your acquaintance.” Her tone was heavy with accent, but chime-like as she stepped forward and offered a small curtsy. “By the order of Monseigneur Dubois, I am here to serve your every need. Besides the general duties of a servant, I am also trained to heal the wounded and to defend others from magic wielding foes. I look forward to our fellowship as we serve the League.” | Name: Estelle Caelestinus
Class: Maid
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 110lbs.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Complexion: White
Age: 24
Appearance:
Estelle is a slight creature, all willowy limbs with girlish curves. There is nothing girlish about her face, however, the curve of her nose and chin sharp and her bright blue eyes piercing. She carries herself with proper poise and exhibits a seemingly easy grace in the way she moves, which is always with purpose and dexterity. Along with this formality, she almost always sports her uniform--a plain black dress with tight, long sleeves and a fluffed skirt that runs just below the knees. The uniform also includes a lacy headband too keep back long, curly hair, and black leggings with sleek, ankle-length boots.
Special Abilities:
= Extra Pockets (Passive) - Increase Equipment slot by one.
= Pick (Active) - Unlock a lock at will.
Equipment List
= Iron Knife
> Heal - Restore a nearby player from incapacitation.
> Mend - Revive a nearby fallen NPC. Cast immediately after death. Body must be mostly intact. Once per battle.
> Warp - Teleport a faraway person to the near vicinity. Five per battle.
History:
Estelle was born to a family of servants and brought up to work like one. To this day, she still serves Lord Dubois, a noble loyal to Gleivnir and its monarchy. Though she has worked hard to gain the common title of maid, her position within the Dubois family is not taken lightly. Like her mother, she was trained from a young age to cook and clean, but the Dubois family required other unique skills. Healing the family's knights when they returned from battle was one such thing, and another was playing bodyguard and assistant when family members left home.
Estelle was not guaranteed the position of maid, and she hardened over time to achieve her family's goal no matter what challenges arose. For this reason, she tends to have a cool and competitive demeanor. She never lived with the privileges of a noble woman and thus learned to keep a constant firm and formal demeanor, which entailed hiding all emotion her superiors deemed inappropriate for one of her station.
Personality: |
2,698 | 62 | 3 | 470 | 1,609 | The prince, an archer, a Manakete, and... A maid? Well, as long as she can fight... This is definitely the most diverse group I've been a part of.
Seeing the variety of people made Alfred both hopeful and wary. Hopeful because it meant that any individual's weakness could be covered by another, wary because it could mean poor unit cohesion, a problem that had led him to leave a few groups in the past. A tight-knit group of soldiers with lower skill would always be better than a group of highly-skilled suspicious strangers.
Alfred looked up from his notes. Usually, he liked to be the first to speak, but it seemed that wouldn't be the case this time. He cleared his throat and said, "I'll be the group's tactician, Alfred. When you introduce yourselves, or at the very least before our first battle, please inform me of your capabilities in battle. It will greatly improve your chance of survival. For example, I have some proficiency in the sword, and am quite skilled in magic." | Name: Taka Hadakoto
Sex: Male
Class: Outlaw
Special Abilities: Ironbreaker, Beastbane, and Slayer (Clear Mind)
Equipment: Iron Bow, Vulnerary
History:
A family of brave samurai and knights...though Taka could never compete. He was never athletically fit as his family members, nor was he willing to be the one on the front lines. His grandfather noticed his determination to make them proud, but his stubborness to pick up the blade made the matter worse. This led to him being trained with the way of the bow under the tutaglage of his grandfather. However, when the rest of the family caught wind of this, Taka was exiled from the Hadakoto family and forced to live by himself in the city of Archanea. There, he did his best to complete his training while becoming a sort of Outlaw in the process as he usually used his arrows as diversions for all sorts of heists. He may be an Outlaw, but he's still a willing and friendly Archer at heart.
Personality: Read rules XD |
2,699 | 62 | 4 | 1,636 | 294 | A prince...ah, Ereb. I need to go there someday.
Angelise observed the people currently present around the bonfire. She couldn't exactly remember what was the reason she ended up being in this group. A call of glory? Nah, that wouldn't be it. Though, reasons are unimportant. She was content with this group, and perhaps she could actually use her capabilities into a better use now. Even so...ah, this prince reminded her of her own brother. Though, wasn't her brother a lot more stiff than him? Or perhaps Prince Jarde could speak as lax as this due to being outside of the palace? Ah, memories.
It seemed like it was time for introduction. First one was, wait, a Manakete? It was the first time for Ange to see one in person, and just like how the books said, this manakete didn't look like much at first glance. And he immediately returned to his position after saying his one line. Not a man of much words, this Myno was. Having someone that ancient would perhaps be a boon to this group. The next one was...oh, an outlaw? Why was he here instead of a prison? Was Archanea's guardsmen this lax? These other kingdoms were odd, and Jarde definitely picked up quite an interesting bunch of people with him.
The next one was a maid. Simple in appearance, but Ange understood the need to have a caretaker on the group, and as far as she's aware of, maids serving nobility usually have quite the combat ability despite their outwardly appearance. Ange remembered how her own maid was a better fighter than her, but ah, she had passed away a few years ago. Quite a pity. The outlaw was quite openly friendly to others and tried to get them to chat, but before any of them responded, a tactician introduced himself. Ah, just like in those historical battles! A skilled tactician would turn the tide of conflicts with their decisions. Hopefully this man could carry the heavy burden on his shoulders. With Alfred done, Angelise decided that it's time for her to come into fray.
"I am Angelise, second child of King Aravis of Juggdrali. I'm not that used to combat, but I can shoot down an eagle mid-flight if it helps. Pleasant to be in your company."
Ange resisted to brag even more and ended her introduction. She understood that there would be people that were more accomplished than her here, and it'd be of bad taste to brag unnecessarily about her capabilities, especially if it'd be proven to be inferior to someone else's. The outlaw quipped about him being glad that others could cover his inability to fight in close-quarters. In a way, Ange was glad too. She still had to train herself to overcome her physical condition, so it would be vital for her to keep away from her enemies. The less possibility of her being caught at her moment of weakness, the better. | Name: Angelise Veltamiria
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Class: Bow Knight
Special Abilities: Beastbane, Wyrmsbane, Clear Mind → Slayer
Equipment: Wind Sword, Longbow
History: Angelise was born as the second child of king Aravis of Juggdrali, however she grew up knowing for a fact that she had zero chance to inherit the throne, much to her delight. She grew up pursuing many interests, devouring books left and right and also indulged herself in physical training she wouldn't be able to partake in otherwise. She trained herself in using a bow, and at her early teens she already joined the biannual hunting event in the kingdom, alongside her father and older brother. She started off with birds and other smaller animals, but by then she grew to love the activity of hunting, and moved on to bigger games. She took it to herself to learn about where should she strike at her games to efficiently kill them, and at the end of it she became quite the accomplished hunter.
As she grew up, she slowly realized the intense pressure of the noble families vying for influence in her small kingdom. Even with her trying her best to distance herself from them, Angelise felt that she was woefully unprepared to navigate through that mess, unlike her brother. After one point, she weighed her options about what kind of direction would her life go. Sooner or later, she felt that she could probably be married off to one of these nobles by her father, and the prospect worried her to some degree. Even hitting her twenties still didn't bring some closure to her dislike of taking some responsibilities on her back. So, in the end she asked her father whether it's fine for her to travel around the Concillium kingdoms with the excuse of helping to maintain good relationship and to inform him of any developments if she could. Her father agreed after a nights-long debate session, and so Angelise hit the road with her trusty horse.
Of course, the main thing on Angelise' mind by then was her desire to bring home more trophies and to indulge herself with her hobby more (something her father was already aware of). Aware of the incidents involving the dwarves and Varjo that happened lately thanks to rumors, in the end she set out to find out more about it even if it's just because her father would order her to find out sooner or later and she couldn't afford to lose her current, fleeting freedom.
Personality:
Alright, in that case here it is. Haven't been able to expand the kingdom much here, but hopefully I'll be able to do it later. |
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