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Full Name: Zelda Rae Palace
Nickname: Z, ZZ Top, World War Z, Mr. Fitzgerald’s Wife, Zeldy
Age: eighteen
Birthday: Februrary 29th
Zodiac: Pisces
Birthplace: Columbus, Ohio
Faceclaim: Salem Mitchell

Sexuality: Homosexual
Height: 5'4''
Hair: Tucked into neat braids that trail down her back, Zelda never has her hair tucked out of place. Usually, she peppers in jewlery that Cash made for her years ago that highlight the intricacy of her braids.
Eyes: With dark eyes, almost black, Zelda has a tendency to be unnerving when she stares people down. Her quiet demeanor only makes her big eyes more apparent.
Skin: With freckles on her face and lightly melanated skin, Zeldy’s smile always brights up a room.
Body Mods: tattoo 1 {on her side, under her left breast} | tattoo 2 {forearm}

Likes: calling movies films ✧ eating non-dairy ice cream from the tub ✧ cuddling with an animal ✧ having her arm draped around someone’s shoulder ✧ editing ✧ sending people memes related to their astrology sign ✧ laughing with her friends ✧ talking to strangers ✧ giving tours of her bus ✧ having someone she cares about sign their name (or paw print) to her bus ✧ blasting music using the PA system of her bus ✧ dressing up as Stevie Nicks but as a clown ✧ same thing with Elvis ✧ making people laugh
Fears: her father ✧ disappointing others ✧ conflict ✧ loud movie theaters ✧ spending more than $5 at a time ✧ being called “crazy” or something along those lines ✧ dreaming ✧ her siblings abandoning her ✧ losing brief moments of happiness ✧ forgetting things ✧ the dark ✧ hurting animals or assisting in their abuse ✧ being powerless ✧ inauthenticity
Personality Overall:
The other Palace siblings often forget that the littlest amongst them joined Brian Palace when she was six. This is understandable, considering there's little inclination that Zelda's suffered anything traumatic. She's soft-spoken, often speaking in a dream-like tone that suggests she's having a reverie about her past incarnations. However, beyond her gentle appearance, there are some obvious inclinations that she's suffered something malign. For instance, she's the adult version of a toddler that is constantly tugging on someone's pant leg, gasping for someone to stick by her. It's no coincidence that if she isn't begging for someone's attention, Zelda is off under a tree with an animal, more than likely talking to it. Ultimately, she wasn’t to please others, especially her siblings who have stood by her through everything. If only they didn’t pull her in two different directions- two different Zeldas. That isn’t even counting the one Brian Palace created.
At her core, she is a star-studded, hippie queen! Zelda will never be the life of the party, but she's known to crack joke after joke with her adoptive brother, Linus. Drunk Zelda is known to do shitty, unwanted covers of the group's acts or to force others to withstand her Juggalo makeovers. Outside of a distinctly social context, however, she's pretty reserved until she gets comfortable enough to roast the absolute shit out of someone. She's not known to hold back, ever, and this usually gets her into trouble. Meaning it only in fun and a twisted sense of affection, Zelda doesn’t understand why people get offended. To her, it’s pretty lowbrow stuff. She could be meaner if she wasn’t joking. In fact, the kind girl could belittle a person to the point of immense shame if she needed to. Of course, World War Z doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Kind of. It’s a bit more complicated than that.
Zelda Rae’s favorite ground is the middle. Outwardly, she’s wishy-washy to the point of annoyance, but internally she has a strong moral code. She just happens to be very good at ignoring it. That’s her motto- Ignore it until it festers. One could never call Zeldy a proactive person. There’s one thing she doesn’t procrastinate the shit out of, and that’s writing her next short film Even with her “father” breathing down her neck and calling her terrible names, she never loses focus on what she most desires.
One last note- don’t fight with Zelda. Ever. Just not a good idea. Seen that one scene in the terribly hilarious DCom Sky High? Zeldy gets angry like when the green-thumb redhead takes down the cheerleader with her numerous plants. Instead of plants, it’s words and intimidating looks from her menagerie of animals. Though Zelda struggles to have a backbone, she won’t stand to be “bullied” {Which is just general disagreement} in an argument, even if it’s a simple conversation about whether or not dogs or cats are better.

Headcanons:
✧ Started smoking when she was thirteen, but she's somehow avoided smoker's breath with copious amounts of mints and mouthwash
✧ Her "RV" is actually a restored school bus she convinced everyone to help her paint a vibrant mix of colors. It’s where she plans to live once she gets out of high school.
✧ Vegan
✧ Secretly dreams of settling down in the woods with her family and friends; In her dreams, everyone is happy
✧ In another life, she was a bunny. But a bunny who dressed in gogo boots and listened to Janis Joplin.
✧ Definitely believes in Karma and reincarnation, though wouldn't necessarily consider herself a Buddhist
✧ Once dreamed of being a professional roller skater, giving her an entire repertoire of tricks. Though perhaps that’s because she used to dream of being a clown on skates
✧ She dreamed of becoming a Juggalo, even perfecting her look during her tween years. Thankfully, Zelda is more of a fan of the creepy clown doll look + making it cutesy.
✧ Gay as f!ck but is terrified of coming out, even though Linus is. Plus- she hasn't exactly realized it herself. To some extent, Zelda Rae knows. She has to! But the other half of her refuses to acknowledge it. Her other siblings simply wouldn't understand, and they might even rat her out to Palace over it.
✧ Secretly filming a documentary, hence why her shitty camcorder is out all the time. Her father usually bullies her about, having broken a few cameras in his time.
✧ Film buff and hippie historian; will probably tell someone off about Fight Club and how it's actually making fun of toxic masculinity
✧ Learned all her favorite lines to Monty Python and the Holy Grail; will quote them when drunk
✧ Has a collection of Russian nesting dolls as mementos from most resale shops she stops by

History:
Zelda became the girl who lived when she was given to Brian Palace, though not willingly. When her mother tried to murder her, Zeldy was taken away from the single mother and put into foster care. It wasn’t long until Brian, her foster father, adopted her. However, it wasn’t much after the adoption papers were signed that things began to change. Criticism took place of love. Violence became a frequent visitor. Zelda grew quiet, not really speaking much more. She became obsessed with fiction, consuming it as a way to escape the world around her.
Yet, even baby Zelda knew her fairy tales and love for Aladdin weren’t going to ever be a reality. Something about Palace always felt off, and one look at her newfound family proved right. Yvonne, the second oldest Palace sibling, hadn’t joined them yet, but it didn’t take long to see her broken down either. Tyler often stuck to Palace’s side, and he looked down on her when she first arrived. Linus had black circles under his eyes when she arrived, not quite over what he endured when he first arrived. She soon learned this was a universal experience, given Brian Palace’s systematic breaking of his “children.” You adjust, you change, and you learn to keep the parts of yourself separate. The Zelda most known isn’t the one she would say she learned to be, but it is the one she likes the most.
However, her siblings did come to protect her, even if they had their own drama to cope with. To some extent, she had a fairly normal adolescence. At least she got to experiment with her emo phase and her far-too intense Juggalo phase. That doesn’t mean she hasn’t experienced her fair share of trauma or conditioning. She has. Zelda is just thankful to have people who try to protect her, even if they don’t understand the difference between protection and control.

When her and Cash became friends in school, it was a miracle. She finally made a friend beside her siblings. Then, Cash disappeared after his aunt died, leaving Zelda to her own devices. It hurt her feelings, even writing off Cash as her friend. Yet, they’re both going off to boarding school, so it appears she might be stuck with him.
 
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"Oi! Get in loser. We're goin' zombie huntin'"
overview:
punk ✧ rabbelrouser ✧ asshole ✧ last savior of the apocalypse ✧ secret gentleman ✧ himbo extraordinaire
name: Milo Vernon Fiorello
age: 20 years old
birthday: May 22nd
zodiac: gemini {☉}; taurus{☾}; scorpio {↗}
faceclaim: ansel elgort

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appearance


6'3'' ✧ 210 pounds ✧ green eyes ✧ light brown hair

clothing style:
Milo can often be found in thrifted clothes that he worked to upcycle. He's a punk to the core, and his aesthetic matches as such. A lot of his clothes have been drawn on, either from his older cousins or himself. He's a master seamstress, though, due to his years of putting on patches and tailoring his cousins' too-big hand-me-downs.

Milo is certainly the son of two working-class people, and his clothes reflect this. He spends most of his money on the few band-tees he wants, but the rest comes from his cousins and resale shops. He also is known to wear his dad's clothes from the late 70s where his dad was also a punk.

Aesthetic: Pinterest

build:
Milo is strong and muscular. While he's pretty heavy, it's mostly due to the apt amount of muscles on his body. He has a chiseled triangular body with broad shoulders.

quirks:
✧ Bites his nails to the quick
✧ Poking the person next to him out of nervousness
✧ Tapping out old drum beats
✧ Doodling on something, anything, when he's trying to think

survival skills:
✧ Basic farming skills
✧ Basic camping skills
✧ Proficient with a knife

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psyche

positive traits:
self-described badass ✧ a bit slow on the up-and-up ✧ compassionate ✧ kind at his core ✧ head perpetually in the clouds ✧ thoughtful ✧ shy ✧ self-less ✧ sticky-fingered ✧ an introvert, but loudest guy in the room around those he trusts ✧ street-smart ✧ passionate ✧ empathetic

negative traits: short-tempered ✧ a loner ✧ doesn’t understand social queues ✧ inappropriate ✧ king of ill-timed jokes ✧ flustered easily ✧ inconsistent ✧ indecisive ✧ insulting on the outside ✧ angry himbo ✧ forgetful ✧ ineloquent ✧ cold ✧ clumsy

likes & dislikes:

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✧ Mountain Dew
✧ Moshing + showing off his bruises
✧ Reading {He's more of a classics type dude}
✧ Late-night stops for milkshakes
✧ That feeling of drinking cold water after working out
✧ Holding someone's hand, even platonically though usually not in public
✧ Black coffee
✧ Calling people bruv and getting questions about his northern accent
✧ DIYing new patches
✧ Trying to get his hair to stand up after shampooing the shit out of it
✧ New music
✧ Filming + writing screenplays
✧ People who are smarter than him
✧ The Catcher In The Rye + The Bell Jar

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈:

✧ Headaches
✧ Getting nervous
✧ People who drink straight milk, especially if it's whole milk
✧ Doing something stupid
✧ Being rejected
✧ Things that are really sweet and dense
✧ Seafood
✧ Greedy people
✧ Moths
✧ The smell of un-clean laundry
✧ Paint fumes
✧ Sticky fingers
✧ People who are unnecessarily mean and upset about things
✧ The Hunger Games series, though he totally was a fan in his pre-teens

hobbies:
✧ Reading
✧ Gardening
✧ Going to concerts
✧ Spray painting the sides of buildings
✧ Hanging out with his friends instead of doing anything productive
✧ Swimming
✧ Writing
✧ Doodling + creating his own comics
✧ Watching too much YouTube
✧ Staring off into space or at pretty girls

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History

Birth & Childhood:

Growing up, Milo's parents could barely afford their one-bedroom flat in Brixton. His dad didn't have a job for the majority of Milo's toddler-hood, and his mother could only make so much from tips at the local pub. Of course, things started to look up when his father started to work at the nearby textile factory. His father started to make more money, resulting in their family's ability to afford a better home. His sister and Milo finally had rooms separate to their parents. They actually had a kitchen and a living room, instead of one big room. However, even this didn't last long. His dad began to be moved around to different factories, ultimately becoming a contract worker. Milo characterizes his childhood by his father's constant griping about the importance of labor unions and how "absolutely fucked Margaret Thatcher.. that nasty woman..." is.

Despite this, Milo was a happy child. His sister, Genieve, was always his play-mate. She was also the first person he can remember protecting with his life, to the end. Especially when his mother and father would argue in the next room, only to bring the two siblings into their petty arguments.

Teenage Years:
Teenage-dom for Milo was filled with chaos, plain and simple. His parents divorced by the time he was 15, and his growing consciousness about the world around him only incited his rebelliousness further. He attributed money to the reason why his parents parted, putting Genieve through hell. Hearing about his father's days as a punk certainly didn't help, and it was only a matter of timebefore Milo began scouring the local scene on a regular basis. After meeting his bandmates, he found a second family. His friends Piper, Marin, and Alejandro became the people he grew to protect the most, almost as much as Evie. As Milo grew more rebellious, he grew quieter. It got to the point where people were turned off by just how quiet Milo could get. He seemed dangerous and mysterious to most, hence why many avoided his gaze. Including his mom, who refused to see him anymore after his several outbursts in college. Despite this, he tried to make the best out of his life, even as he grew more withdrawn.

Present:
Now, Milo is more sullen and dangerous-seeming than ever. He's on his own in the apocalypse, holed up in a nearby farm that his dad's friend used to take him to over the summers. He's just trying to make it through the day.

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Extras

Family:


✧ Genieve Fiorello, sister
Evie used to try to hang out in his room or talk to his friends who come by to pick him up for a punk show. She was always hanging on his shoulder, trying to get Milo to let her tag along (the answer was always no. At home, he's a kind, loving brother who'll play Uno with her until the sun rises, but in public, he's the most annoying and rude person she knows. The difference always mystified her, and she always wanted to observe her protective brother in action.

Now, as he's all grown up, they've parted ways. She attends Oxford. Or well... she used to. Now, Milo doesn't know where she is.

✧ Lilianna Fiorello, mother
A hard worker, Lily was the breadwinner for her family for many years. She never expected a thank-you or a hug, but she did expect some common decency, especially from her husband. Unfortunately, she didn't receive that. What was actually depression, she thought to be a lack of affection from her husband. Lily had higher expectations and she grew bitter when her husband didn't deliver. It was only a matter of years and economic circumstance before she finally settled to divorce Warren.

When Milo began to show similar traits to her former husband, Lily grew bitter. His antics became too much for her to bear. She started hating her son, and it only took one more incident before her love turned sour.

✧ Warren Fiorello, father
Warren, whose gruff and sarcastic behavior is not too far off from Milo's {cough cough... toxic masculinity, who?}, doesn't actually give his eldest much attention. Not that Milo minds. W̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶i̶g̶,̶ ̶f̶a̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶e̶. However, when they do have bonding moments when his dad isn't working a double, they find all sorts of things to discuss. They talk about everything under the sun. Sometimes, it feels like they're friends as opposed to father and son.


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Full Name: Hela Antoinetta Sjörgen {host} | Sitri {actual}
Nickname: Hel
Age: twenty-one {appearance} | actual age unknown
Birthday: May 29th
Zodiac: gemini
Birthplace: Stockholm, Sweden {host} | Hell {actual}
Occupation: Bisexual

Gender: cis female
Sexuality: bisexual

Faceclaim: Florence Pugh
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 163 lbs
Ethnicity: Swedish {host}
Hair: Blonde with shimmery highlights; extends to her waist in soft waves.
Eyes: Hazel colored with flecks of gold.
Skin: Alabaster in color with pink and purple undertones. Soft in texture. Humanoid in every way, though magenta scales tend to cover her arms when she's angry
Wardrobe: closet
Distinguishing Features: Her eyes and ears. Enrapturing anyone who looks her in the eye, Hela has a hypnotic quality to her gaze. As for her ears, they have small points, which usually have rings dangling from them.

Vices: irresponsible ✧ ditzy ✧ outrageous ✧ emotional ✧ quick to anger ✧ sarcastic ✧ gossipy ✧ overconfident ✧ haunted ✧ evasive ✧ manipulative ✧ indulgent
Virtues: genius ✧ determined ✧ adventurous ✧ goofy ✧ girly ✧ feisty ✧ philosophical ✧ thoughtful ✧ outspoken ✧ energetic ✧ cunning
Likes:
✧ Green tea
✧ Soft-smiles
✧ Laughing until her face and stomach hurts
✧ Adrenaline rushes
✧ Fresh air
✧ The smell of lake water
✧ Yelling, but in a fun way!
✧ Blaring music
✧ Going to museums
✧ Vegging out
✧ Learning something new
✧ Having arguments over non-personal things
✧ Pinching people’s cheeks
Dislikes:
✧ People who disagree with her
✧ Feeling closed in, as though she has no other options
✧ stomach aches
✧ Disapproval
✧ Stares
✧ The quiet
✧ A clingy ex-lover
✧ Being discounted and underestimated
✧ Anger + being unable to deal with it
✧ Being ignored or talked over
✧ Spinach on pizza
✧ Getting in her head about things
Fears:
✧ The nightmares/sleeping
✧ Disappointing those that she looks up to
✧ Crowded spaces/claustrophobic spaces
✧ Parties where she doesn't know anyone
✧ Being the subject of gossip
✧ Public embarassment
Falling in love
Ailments: humans.
Alignment: chaotic good
General Personality:

It’s a surprise that Hela is a demon, given her sugar-coated words and bubbly demeanor. One would think that after century upon century of living life, she would‘ve faded. Instead, immortality emboldened her. It was easy with so many pesky humans to mess with. She’s seen the best and the worst of them, and she can’t help but love them all. They are so easy to manipulate, making fantastic friends and even better lovers. Truth be told, Hela has lived her life amongst humans with the utmost privilege. Immortality has given her the world at her finger tips, and she acts like it. God may have banished her from the splendors of eternal life in Heaven by His side, but she has the splendors of humanity to enjoy.

Some may say that Hela can be a bit selfish at times. Even a little self absorbed. However, she’s never wasteful. She’s had the same host for almost two centuries, sustaining her life beyond its expiration date. On top of that, she’s a lazy vegetarian, not exactly a fan of consuming meat but will do so when it’s going to go to waste. Still, she tends to act irresponsibly, letting her anger get the best of her. Centuries of living hasn’t mellowed out her deep seeded anger issues, even though she’s arguably more empathetic in a human form than she ever was living in the depths of Hell. The humans around her, particularly the terrible ones, have brought to her attention the disasters of their humanity. While finding it oddly beautiful, she can’t help but want to fix their follies. On the surface, Hela is an exceptionally ditzy young woman, yet she’s highly intelligent and ready to serve the people. In the past, she was evil, prone to cruelty given the years of trauma she endured. However, after almost two centuries of living the high life, she’s ready for something more, something meaningful. Above all, no one can deny the inherit humanity to Hela, even if it’s shrouded in dumb blonde moments.

History:
Almost two centuries prior, Sitri possessed the body of Hela Sjörgen, a sweet young woman of the early 19th century. After almost half a decade of sitting in the pits of Hell, regenerating their strength after their last possession, they stumbled upon Hela, who was dying of typhus. Taking pity on the poor human, Sitri took her body, excavating most of her consciousness and allowing her suffering to end. For the first century, Hela mostly divulged in the carnival pleasures humans offered. Pulling off one black widow marriage after the next, Hela survived primarily off of other people's money, making her millions quickly with several marriages. It wasn't until the late 19th century that she thought to go into business for herself. As an enchantress and a fan of collecting humanoid lovers, she quickly discovered her knack at being a brothel owner. For almost fifty years, she resided in a decently-sized city, offering up her girls' services and even her own. It was an agreeable work environment, allowing for her girls to work peacefully and with a decent wage. However, Hel was arrested by the local police in the early 1920s, resulting in her six years in prison for possession of alcohol and prostitution.

Following her time in prison, Hela moved to Lazarus, finally taking the refuge the city offers. From there, she became a staple around the mystical city. She took to the city easily, opting to transform her brothel business to simply an escort business. As the years progressed, she made enough money and had enough employees to start a strip club. One thing that the demoness excelled in was sex work, and she was determined to make the world see her business and her employees as humans, respectable. She didn't withstand clients who disrespected employees, allowing them to face her wrath. Nothing stops her from doing away with crass humans who don't understand respect. However, as the years passed, Hela has grown too accustomed to her world, striving for something new. She's watched as many of her girls and boys were subjected to inequalities at the hands of the law. Part of her wanted to take her demonic powers and destroy the world. She's seen what injustice looks like, experienced it herself. It unearthed the same anger that she felt in the Underworld, as she was passed up time and time again for her siblings. There was a reason she didn't return home. Hela will be damned if the human world makes her return home.

This all finally led her to attend college, strangely enough {could be online school if there's no university in Lazarus}. As a pre-law student, Hela hopes to learn as much as she can about politics and the law before heading off to graduate school. While she still operates her escort services, she's left her best human friend and former underling, Arya, to take care of and manage her strip club, Sapphire Dreams. While she stops by frequently to check on business and do homework at the bar, Hela is most notable for her private services, offering up herself for $500 a night as dates to high society events. Given she's independently wealthy due to her "parents," she can easily pass in the world of business.
Relations:

Arya Maliviya ✧
Damaris Goddrie

relationship: Hela's right-hand man. Arya, despite being a human, is able to be Hela's greatest and closest friend. They run Sapphire Dreams, the strip club that Hela owns. They've been friends since Arya dropped out of high school and became one of her best dancers. Now, they're the bartender and manager, serving Hela drinks when she comes in to do homework. Arya is known to be quite stoic, though not intentionally. They have an RBF that rivals the most bitchy of people. However, when they're with the people they know well, they come out of their shell and crack a plethora of jokes.


Ingrid Komatsu ✧ Rina Fukushi

relationship: One of Hela's best dancers and escorts. She's lively and bubbly, getting along with Hela because of their similar personalities. They sometimes go on double escort dates together, helping each other out and covering each other's six. Ingrid is also a human, like Arya. Hela calls her Gritty as an affectionate nickname.

Andrej Klasanovic ✧ Kayden Hesketh

relationship: Another one of Hela's dancers. Decades ago, she extended her club to be gender-inclusive, allowing dancers of any gender to join. Andrej was one of these male dancers, quickly also becoming one of the dutiful members of Hela's posse.

Species: demon
Powers:
Amokinesis - The ability to control feelings related to affection and love. In folkloric tales, Sitri is known to force men and women to fall in love, even to become naked if they so chose. In actuality, Hela has power over feelings of love, despite hailing from an unloving place.
Lectio Amnio - The ability to read someone's soul and know the absolute truth. Sitri is known to reveal people's secrets, hence why Hela has this power.
Teleportation + Summoning - It's quite easy to summon Hela, requiring only her symbol to be drawn on the floor and candles be placed on each of the three crosses in the middle. It doesn't help to put some lip smackers lip gloss or a pair of Louis in the middle, too.
Possession - Expert at possession, Hela has inhabited many bodies in her time, including her current one.
Temptation - With her sassy smile, Hela is able to convince anyone to do her bidding, though she tries to only use it for simple things.
Weaknesses:
Pinnochioism - The inability to lie without drastic consequences. With the power to know the absolute truth of people's souls, her soul cannot suffer lying without something physical happening to her. Depending on the size of the lie, she either gets a small stomach ache or her face is covered in open cuts for hours. This weakness doesn't extend to information about her host body, so she faces no consequences for things like saying her age is twenty-one or her name is Hela.
Religious artifacts/places/sacred symbols - Let's just say that Hela doesn't go to church and tries to avoid most apothecaries.
Banishing Rituals - Hela has been banished back to Hell a few times, but thankfully she's avoided confronting what waits for her back home for the past two centuries.
Trapping Sigil - Thankfully, Hela has never been trapped with a traping sigil.
Extra:
✧ Hela Sjörgen is the name of Sitri's host body, though at this point Sitri does not think of themselves as anything other than Hela.
✧ Understands their demonic origins as being from Christianity
✧ When angry, her eyes turn black and skin becomes covered with magenta scales. Her ears are naturally a little pointy, but she grows small horns when upset.
✧ Tends to consume the souls of humans she doesn't like
 
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given name

Oswald Zelda Harbor






nicknames

Ozzy, Oz






age

18






grade

junior






p.o.b.

San Francisco






d.o.b.

April 1st






gender

transmasc [he/him]






sexuality

bisexual






nationality

American






clubs

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    visage







    hair

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    eyes

    shimmery, light-brown






    height

    5'6''






    weight

    150lbs






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    wardrobe






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    Scraggly hair and wild eyes are an Ozzie staple. A kind smile turned smirk lightens his face, a spindley ball of sunshine. Dressed in some sort of drug rug or fluffy pants, you can usually find him stained with clay or ink from working on a sculpture or a new comedy bit.















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    nicknames.

    Ronnie, Nika (affectionately and only for those she likes), Leo.






    age

    twenty-one






    d.o.b

    August 8th.






    codename

    leo






    gender

    female. she/her.






    sexuality

    bisexual.






    faceclaim

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    5'10''






    hair colour

    Long tendrils of honey wheat with self-cut bangs. Usually in some state of disheveled or unkempt, unless she is on stage.






    eye colour

    Honey-brown. She feels like a foreigner looking into the mirror, spotting those eyes looking back at her.






    build

    Slim and athletic.






    body mods.

    A simple tattoo behind her left ear of a heart with three swords in it (akin to the Three of Swords). A fairy tattoo behind the right ear (ex. here). This tattoo on her thigh. Two chain tattoos on her wrists. Red, gnarly scars cover the bottoms of her feet. Piercings.






    distinguishing features.

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    nicknames

    Jup (pronounced g-u-puh), Tuck, J.E.






    date of birth

    february 29th






    age

    twenty-nine






    gender

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    sexuality

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name

Desdemona Jean Merriweather


nickname

Des, Dezzi, Mona


age

22


date of birth

February 4th


place of birth

Brixton, London, England












gender
female (she/they).

Role
lower class

Occupation
receptionist at i-D Magazine and freelance seamstress

Sexuality
Demisexual

Languages
English, French

University degree
Bachelors in Filmography and Fashion Design








visage
height
5'1''

build
slender with a bit of natural fat

hair
frizzy, curly, and black, though brown in the sun.

eyes
deep brown

body mods
ears are adorned with piercings, body covered in tattoos.

style
here

face claim
helena bonham carter


personality type - ESFP-A

Positive traits

authentic
‘leadership qualities’
perfectionist
star-quality
proactive
extroverted
not easily placated
questioning

Negative traits

high-strung
commanding
flippant
deceitful
compulsive
detached
invasive
fire-starter




extraverted


vulnerable


compulsive liar


quick-witted


agreeable


confident


A flash. A crazed grin. A clumsy, goofy shimmy to accentuate her points. A laser-laden tongue. Desdemona wraps you easily around her finger, irresistible in her charms. She's a cartoon character, and perfect to be consumed in small doses. But living with her? An entire beast, one not so quickly vanquished.

Especially because you kill the good with the ugly.

She'll give you a break, though. Let you leave as you please, keep you at that comfortable arm's length so you don't feel obligated. Let Des be the person you want her to be, build her up in your mind's eye, right before she destroys it. Combative, jumpy, and jittery, she's not one to keep up a lie for too long, at least not before she confuses one with the other. Compulsive, acting on twisted, shredded instincts.

That isn't to say that Des lacks volition. Slipping like butter, her feelings catapult from one arena to the next. She insists it isn't true, she's relaxed. 'Chill.' A word spoken as a double entendre. A lie, another to add to her dossier. A mystery cultivated from the best of her father's work, built from elements of various femme fatales as though that makes a personality and not an object. Conflicted, confused, lost and most importantly, quick to see the cracks. Her own and yours. Her eye is open, watchful as Big Brother, and nothing escapes its net.

Perfect for the big screen, destined to be behind it, Mona takes real life and turns it into her playground. It becomes the mist she plays with, a master of the shadows. Her camcorder becomes the gas mask, shielding herself from self-misunderstanding, though its faulty. She captures everyone around her, refusing to encapsulate herself with the same love and affection. Her clothes carry one this torch, comparing herself to the items she creates for friends and Etsy-shop buyers. Trendy, with the grain, while she creates a decaying style for herself. Nothing requires her heavy hand, her self-importance, or her signature.

Instead, she is her signature.

The body is the canvas, the personality is the paint. Her image is muddied, decidedly so, but it sticks out in the art gallery. She is proud, more so than many believe she should be, and she has worked very hard to love herself.

No one's perfect, though.



likes
Early 20th Century lit, the Rocky Horror Picture Show, parties, decadence, pretending, a good laugh, pushing people’s buttons, shoplifting, Holden Caulfield, clean laundry, arguing, smoke breaks with the other ‘office hags’ (her words), masculine colognes, snapping the perfect shot on the first go-about, being on a set

dislikes
snobs, being stared at, whispers around her, bouts of paranoia, bubbily personas of any sort, fake personalities in general (even if they are only fake to her), kindness that feels forced, being told the ‘calm down,’ air fresheners, dirty dishes that aren’t hers, and mystery hairs in her vicinity.

hobbies
filming everything on her camcorder from the early 2000s, reading in the sunlight and smoking a cigarette, talking through movies, doing anything but her job, sewing, snooping

habits
spikes her hair when thinking or nervous, picks off her nail polish, rolls around in her sleep a lot, doesn't care for talking in a normal voice, constantly chewing on a piece of gum, readjusting her jaw due to unremoved wisdom teeth

places most likely found
reading in her room's window or outside, sleeping, working, at her sewing machine, or sticking a camera in your face

bedroom
Deep blues, velvet, and an arrangement of whimsigothic standards. Lots of stars, constellations, and the watchful eyes of the moon and the sun. A bed with plush, greenish aquamarine bedding perfect for her sleep. The most bright portion of her room comes from the bay window, which sits with her desk just off to the side. Walls are sparse, though some punk band and movie posters hang from the wall, clearly vintage and previously owned by her father. Bookshelves take up most of the space, either filled with movies on DVD, CDs, or books.

headcanons
- will critique your outfit out-loud
- hates being told to 'calm down'
- the mom friend at parties; likes to have her fun but will make sure you're drinking responsibly
- peter pan syndrome for sure
- loses her mind every time she sees a kitty
- has not read a single one of her father's novels, though she has helped with coming up with ideas for them.
- on that note, just know that her father is not rich in any way; rather, her father wrote just enough to get by and was largely a freelance artist for most of her life
- he's also an overprotective king
- hates being trapped into any sort of decision
- likes soft things
- deeply insecure about specific things; for example, she refuses to fall asleep in front of people as it makes her self-conscious, though she enjoys having someone else wake her up.
- will come up with wack-ass nicknames for people

little more



history



tragedy.

TW: implication of hoarding

Somewhere along her twisty path, Desdemona dressed herself. She fell in love with the hideous mix of stripes, polkadots, and zebra print. She loathed when people would look at her blankly while wearing an outfit. Standing in the grocery store aisle with her hand gripping her mother's pant leg, strangers studied her curiously.

She was a science experiment.

So was everyone else.

Her mother had told her as such.

In Des's brain, this meant she should feed into this. That she should experiment herself, make her a tree to adorn.

She was six when she first began to do this. One day, her mother loved it, encouraged it, and others, she studied Des the same way the grocery store adults did. With strange disgust, as though they won't commit because of the sight of innocence. Confusion formed at, not this reaction, but the hurt. Her eyes cringed, thirsting for tears.

Her mom always returned to that calm appreciative state, though. And she always bought Desdemona a knickknack from the thrift store or another microwave to add to her room.

Weeks. Weak at the knees as her father finally stepped into the house. She had forgotten to come when she heard him honk, too engrossed in trying to find a pair of clean pants. He observed, quietly, and then told Des it was time to go.

Her mom was asleep when she left, surrounded by a throne of garbage.



vicissitude.

End of TW

Her school of thought became influenced and marred by her father's penchant for writing drug store mystery novels.

In addition to his punk years, which died with a fizzle and a sputter. By the time Des was a teenager, she wished he'd never left that phase of life, especially as he looked at her black lipstick and fishnet stockings with raised brows.

'If you still had that septum you wouldn't care,' she'd tell him.

Good-naturedly, he'd smile, set down his coffee, and say, 'You don't need metal in your face to unionize.'

'Yeah, but it makes you cooler.'

She was cool, after all. It's all she ever wanted to be.

Her therapist, mandated once her father won full custody when she was eight, mentioned how childhood trauma could develop certain complexes in adulthood. By the time Desdemona was sixteen, she understood this wisdom. As did her dad, who tried very hard to navigate tender feminine teenagedom despite spending his own youth smashing beer bottles in bars.

Which was exactly what Des was not supposed to be doing. It is, however, what she did anyways.

Bar crawls were familiar weekend activities before Des reached university. Outfits carefully spun like her own fairy godmother, and batteries charged with great care. Camera snapshots, perfect and rivaled even Cobra Snake, uploaded to her Tumblr after every occasion. Her mouth has smelled like cigarettes since she was fifteen, and she makes no attempts to hide it.

It was a miracle, a true test of her own determination, that got her into univeristy.

Not to mention her dad's watchful eye, pushing her to keep her note in the books instead of elsewhere.






melodrama.

The end is nigh!

Truly though, it has felt that way for a long time.

University brought upon her adulthood and a roommate who acted strangely like her mother. Dirty dishes piled sky-high, a nasty mouse problem, etc. A nightmare, unrelenting, and she found herself quickly back in the leather of an office she thought she'd never see again.

Medications solved the paranoia, though they're easily forgotten. Every action requires ten more before them, weighing down Des to the point of seeming 'laziness.' Her dad lacked any proper understanding, confused by where all 'of this' was coming from. He'd gifted her with the good life, had he not? Struggle was no stranger, but his thirftiness afforded Des an education. Living slimly garnered a hefty amount of savings, enough to afford tuition. He rarely bought into the system, but in this way he had.

So why was she so miserable?

What he failed to realize, like everyone else had, was that Des had always been miserable. She was just too exhausted to hide it.

'I'm fine,' became the slogan, and course work became the trigger on the starting gun.

Parties were solace, and she began to make a mint sewing rave 'fits for people she met. Trading kandie and a quick patch of a rip could buy her a pill or two. Her name became known for its wild stories. Desdemona was on a rollercoaster that 'only went up.'

Then, around junior year, the trajectory of the ball changed, and she began to roll down a different hill.

Her short film was nominated for a small award.

And her internship application to i-D Magazine went through.

Suddenly, she had enough credits for both a degree in Film and Fashion. Career became her main focus, shifting from participating in the party to capturing it. Contributing. Writing about it, too, if i-D would let her.

Unfortunately, it appear that even after uni, she's stuck behind the front desk. If only she could get behind a camera, but that appears to be an even greater fantasy.

With the prospect of her roommates, however, her camera is calling to her more than ever. Who wouldn't appreciate an artfully edited film about the lives of eight post-grads? Particularly ones from such varied backgrounds?

Perpetually in your face, Des has finally found her calling. Her focus. Even on days where her mind wanders, filled with strange memories, she readjusts the lens.

For now, that's enough.







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    𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Ethan Theodore Luna-Cyprus
    𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: E.T., like the alien

    𝐀𝐠𝐞: Twenty
    𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲: March 13th
    𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜: Pisces


    𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Bicurious
    𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: He/They (though not very open about it)

    𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Waiter at Pammy's, a local diner; Attends community college
    𝐆𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬:
    = finish his poetry collection
    = get over his stage fright
    = move out of psychic heaven (aka home)
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01.

name




lilith l'estrange








legally

name




lily-bridgette chen









currently

alias




lilith black








02.

age




twenty-three








03.

d.o.b




may 4th








04.

gender




female; she/her.








05.

sexuality




bisexual with femme lean








06.

occupation




could be considered a blacksmith + inventor; has very few successful creations








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blood status




presumed to be half-blood; is pureblood








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boggart




the shape of a ghost, sometimes thought to be a dementor by strangers, but Lilith can be heard whispering, Inga, in the presence of the spirit.








03.

wand




Birch, dragon heartstring core, 11.5 inches. Firm flexibility








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patronus




a pygmy shrew, oftentimes mistaken for a mole.








05.

affiliation




a death eater diguised as an order member.




































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NAME: Tadhg Lorcan Dooley
ALIAS: Tiggy, Tig

AGE: Twenty-five
GENDER: cis-male; he/him
SEXUALITY: Undefined, unconsidered; likely asexual but would probably identify as aromantic.

D.O.B.: July 6th
P.O.B.: Killin, Ireland
ETHNICITY: Irish

OCCUPATION: A fisherman or a farmhand, depending on the season and where the wind takes him

HAIR: Stick-straight, dishwater blond he feels compelled to flatiron even flatter.
EYES: Navy irises with downturned eyes.
SKIN: Pasty and pale with a small bit of freckles on his shoulders from sunburns past.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: It's not so much a singular feature but instead the way his face seems to be perpetually frozen in a constipated, almost pained expression akin to RBF but not quite as severe. Additionally, up close he has a smattering of upper lip hairs that imply the vague essence of a mustache.
BODY MODIFICATIONS: 2g gauges in both ears, a brow piercing on the left eyebrow, and an industrial in his right ear.
STYLE: Typical for his profession, consisting primarily of work wear that he manages to make look somewhat fashionable. MORE HERE.
FACECLAIM: Ryan Gosling in the movie Stay (2005)

PERSONALITY: ( - ) apathetic, ( + ) a good listener, ( - ) yellow-bellied, ( + ) imaginative, ( - ) evasive, ( + ) quick-thinking, ( - ) uncouth, ( + ) discreet, ( - ) oversensitive, ( + ) hard-working
LIKES: collecting herbs, flowers, and other materials, walks in the woods, days on the beach or at the lake with a spy novel, talking with his coworkers
DISLIKES: being in a house alone, meeting new people, tkcoming soon.
AILMENTS: suffers from CPTSD, though he is undiagnosed.

HISTORY: wip. Abused by his farmer father, ran away with his girlfriend of three months only to end up trapped into another abusive relationship. Finally found some peace.
RELATIONSHIPS soming soon.

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NAME: Toyin "Tomie" Adichie

AGE: Twenty-five
GENDER: Cis-female; she/her
SEXUALITY: Bisexual

D.O.B.: August 31st
P.O.B.: Summit, New Jersey
ETHNICITY: Nigerian + Barbadian

OCCUPATION: Woodworker + carpenter, specializing in antique repairing and custom pieces for commission.

HAIR: Waist-length braids that fade to a bleached blonde about half way down her hair's shaft.
EYES: Deep brown irises set into a pair of wide-set eyes that crinkle at the corners when she smiles.
SKIN: A lush brown tone dimpled with the occasional mole.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Her smile is often was people notice first. Her mother claims it's the sort of look that lifts souls, often questioning why she doesn't show it more often.
BODY MODIFICATIONS: A series of hoops punched into each ear.
STYLE: A minimalist sense in the flavor of femme-leaning androgny. Favoring monochrome, it's rare that Tomie wears color, and it is ever rarer that she wears a dress. Skirts and boxy button-downs seem to be her go-to. MORE HERE.
FACECLAIM: Ayo Edebiri

PERSONALITY: ( - ) obsessive-compulsive, ( + ) gentle, ( - ) workaholic, ( + ) responsible, ( - ) self-destructive, ( + ) persistent, ( - ) resentful, ( + ) reasonable, ( - ) practical to the point of callousness, ( + ) resourceful
LIKES: working in her office, her early morning routine, attending her aunt's church, the smell of chamomile
DISLIKES: session with her therapist, sleeping, last minute plans, and making a mistake while carving.
AILMENTS: suffers from Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder or OCPD, along with some symptoms of OCD. However, Tomie displays almost no compulsions, rather just obsessive thoughts. Furthermore, due to her insistence that these thoughts are not distressing in any way and are, in fact, necessary for her to continue life, her psychiatrist has diagnosed her with OCPD, which is characterized by an immense need to control things in one's life down to the minute detail, an adherence to a self-directed set of rules or moral guidelines, etc. More about OCPD can be read here. Lastly, she suffers from insomnia.

HISTORY:
— Born to Gianna and Ime Adichie, both professors at a university in Enugu, Nigeria when they met. They emigrated to the United States to join the staff at NYU a handful of years before having Tomie, who was a surprise baby. These years were idyllic, though not without their troubles. However, after surviving the 2008 stock market crash and Ime's subsequent job loss, the family believed they could stomach anything.
— In 2011, not long after Ime had begun work as a math tutor for the very same student body he once taught, he was diagnosed with lung cancer. He passed before the year ended. Gianna, sent into a spiral of depression and alcoholism, did not return to her job, and the family's funds quickly drained, sustained only by Ime's dwindling Social Security benefits.
— It was the years after her father's death that led to the Entity's arrival in Tomie. The dishes piled up. School became Tomie's only lifeline. Her mother became irritable, spilling food and drink onto the hardwood floor with such uncharacteristic care. Mold grew in the fridge. Mice feasted on the dishes at night. Roaches ate on the trash at night. One night, Tomie went to lay her head down, and a mouse, hidden in her pillowcase, scrambled out and crawled across her. If there was a moment when fear ate her, it was then. She told her mother the next day, and she got sober for a few weeks. The dishes were done. The fridge was filled with pristine food. Her mama kissed her head at night and asked if she'd cleaned behind the ears in the shower last night. But it never lasted, her mother always lapsing back into that damp place that stank of cheap vodka, which to Tomie always tasted like an unpeeled potato and smelled like gym socks. But to Gianna, it was the only reprieve from the years of tragedy that had befallen her once whole, once complete family. Even now, Tomie pretends she doesn't understand, but she does. Her father had been the first sense of peace her mother had ever had, and he was taken by a bit of tobacco and a few tumors.
— But Tomie got older. She started keeping up after her mother. If there was a moment where her personality disorder began, it was in those early morning hours at the age of fourteen, when her mama still slept and the roaches were just creeping back to their nests. She scrubbed a new area of the apartment clean, then she studied. Then she walked to school, then she came home, then she cooked for the pair, and as long as her mother kept the debit card stocked and the bills paid, this was life. In those years, Tomie didn't really register the toll of it all, because it wasn't really any sort of toll, was it? It was fear, and it kept her awake at night with a flashlight tucked between her chest and her knees, flicking it on when she thought she saw something creep in the corners.
— How she ended up learning about woodworking is another story, involving a well-meaning antiques dealer who took his under her wing. Tomas was his name. There was a simplicity in watching Tomas work in his rough suede apron, stained with grease. A method to discovering what was profitable, what wasn't, what was salvageable — and it all was, to some degree, but whether or not a patron would pay was a different story. Whether or not to use linseed or teak. Whether or not to reupholster or patch up with a bit of thread and a curved needle. He reminded her of her father in his deft hands, the way he knew every answer to her every question, and the fact that they both would sit and stare at her until she came to the answer herself if they thought she'd know. It was Tomas who was started calling her Tomie, due to the fact that she'd mumbled her name when they first met: her hand placed delicately on a bed post from the 17th century, eyes to her Mary Jane buckles. A Tomie! Haven't met a Tomie before, but I'm a Tomas. He held out his hand, a similarly jubilant smile, and he was met with her dazzling one when she lifted her head up and took his palm in hers.
— Today, Tomie lives above Tomas's shop, having moved in at 18. She still learns the craft from him, having opted not to go to university, especially as the only one close by is the same one her parents worked at. Her mother has lived a life on the wagon and off it, drying out and then rehydrating as soon as possible. Tomie has sent her to countless rehab facilities, gone to however many family sessions, attended Al-Anon, etc. It never sticks, and Tomie only seems to keep trying out of a strict sense of obligation. She has to because if she stops, then what does that make her? What will happen if she doesn't? She told Tomas this, and it was him who forced encouraged her to see her current psychiatrist.

RELATIONSHIPS:
Gianna Adichie — her mother, who still lives in the same apartment in Summit. Tomie stops by once a week to tend to her and her home, insisting that the apartment and Gianna not fall into disrepair.
Ime Adichie — her father, who has been deceased since 2011.
Tomas Rivas — her mentor, employer, and roommate.

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