Fantasy CS: Fortune Hills

[Lyca]

#open

Fortune Hills

#supernaturals

#sandbox

#mystery

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[spacepanda]

• SATOSHI
• NORA
• JOÃO

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  Name: Satoshi Hisamoto
  
  Nicknames: Only if you dare
  
  Age: 236
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Pronouns: He/Him
  
  Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic
  
  Sexuality: Homosexual
  
  Species: Kitsune (Fox Spirit)
  
  Appearance: Satoshi has three forms. His human form resembles a tall young man with dyed silvery hair and brown eyes, while his true beast form looks like a large nine-foot tall white fox with nine tails. His preferred form, however, is a mixture of the two- the body of a man with the ears, nails, and tails of a fox.
  
  Height: 6'2"
  
  Occupation: Graveyard Keeper at Fortune Hills Cemetery
  
  Faceclaim: Tiểu Tiểu Bạch
  
  Personality: Cold, Bossy, Narcissistic
  
  History: Born and raised in Japan, Satoshi is descended from a long line of Kitsunes... with one issue. His mother was actually a Gumiho, and although very similar in history and appearance he and his family were shunned for his hybridism, a fact that he keeps secret from everyone. It was this secret that led him to move from Japan as a young adult to Fortune Hills, where he made himself useful tending to the forgotten graveyard. He has now lived in the town for over two hundred years and is one of its longer-lasting residents. He carries himself as a Kitsune outright with no Gumiho heritage and will deny any such thing if ever found out.
  
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  • Floatation - Why walk when you can elegantly hover?
  • Super Speed - In his full fox form he can run faster than any land animal
  • Trickster's Tongue - The ability to make most humans believe anything he says, no matter how absurd
  
  Languages Spoken: Japanese, English, and some Korean but he refuses to speak it
  
  
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  Name: Nora Kokkinou
  
  Nicknames: Whatever you want to call her
  
  Age: 25
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Pronouns: She/Her
  
  Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic
  
  Sexuality: Asexual
  
  Species: Siren (Traditional Greek Bird Version)
  
  Appearance: In her human form Nora is fairly short, with wavy red hair and sea-blue eyes. In her true form, she has the body of a bird from the waist down, with large wings that allow her to soar the skies with ease.
  
  Height: 5'4"
  
  Occupation: Florist at Song Bird Floristry
  
  Faceclaim: Kim Canniff
  
  Personality: Bubbly, Ditzy, Affectionate
  
  History: A Fortune Hills resident from birth, there is no other place Nora would rather call home. Although her parents have both settled elsewhere she stayed in her hometown, opening up her own business selling flowers and flower arrangements for gifts, rituals, events, and festivals. She has a positive outlook on life mainly due to the fact that she has always been sheltered by the town. In short, nothing bad has ever really happened to her.
  
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  • Flight - Using her Wings she can soar above the trees
  • Siren's Song - She is able to lure others to her and through any danger with her haunting vocals
  • Gaia's Touch - She is blessed with the ability to make plants blossom/grow faster and can even bring wilting plants back to life
  
  Languages Spoken: English and Greek at a kindergarten level
  
  
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  Name: João da Silva
  
  Nicknames: John, Johnny
  
  Age: 28
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Pronouns: He/They
  
  Romantic Orientation: Questioning
  
  Sexuality: Questioning
  
  Species: Human
  
  Appearance: João, or Johnny as he more often goes by, is a tall young man with dyed royal blue hair and dark brown eyes.
  
  Height: 5'11"
  
  Occupation: Ghost Hunter / Former Cosmetologist
  
  Faceclaim: Kevin Kinno
  
  Personality: Inquisitive, Thorough, Excitable
  
  History: João grew up in a small town in Brazil in a decrepit house he swears was haunted. Claiming to see spectral apparitions throughout his childhood, he vowed to catch evidence of such activity in his adult years. Although his main job was as a hairdresser, he set to ghost hunting in his free time, attempting to collect proof of the supernatural. Now with his podcast 'The Phantom Finder' becoming a viral hit, he has quit his job and traveled to Fortune Hills armed to the teeth with equipment meant to capture any sign of ghosts and ghouls.
  
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[dowagers]

• lancelot
• Fiona

• code by opaline

  lancelot

  ❛ this year i devour ❜

  eyes don't lie

  isabel larosa

  say you're mine, eyes don't lie.

  Pull you in exchanging souls
• fiona greystroke

  ❛ girl by day ❜

  decode

  paramore

  there is something i see in you, it might kill me, i want it to be true.
  

  code by opaline

  the truth is hiding in your eyes

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    fiona lavender greystroke.
    

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    ♡ fi – this simple, affectionate nickname has been with fiona for as long as she can remember, typically used by her closest friends and family. it’s a warm, familiar shorthand that always feels personal. her parents are the only ones who might still call her "fiona" in full, but "fi" is how most people know her. it’s comforting and casual, a symbol of the people who truly know her.
    ♡ grey – a nickname that emerged from her surname, "greystroke," used by her friends or family who are familiar with her heritage. it feels almost like an insider’s nickname, used only by those close to her, and it has a sort of cool, effortless vibe. fiona doesn’t think too much about it, but it’s how she’s often referred to when people are talking to her informally.
    

    age

    twenty-three. july 4th.
    

    gender

    cis-female and she/her
    

    sexuality

    unlabeled, she does not feel the need to define it in rigid terms. she is open to connections regardless of gender, not focused on labels but rather on the person and the bond she shares with them. however, she does feel more attracted to men, but she's never felt the need to label her sexuality.
    
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    in depth

    fiona's presence carries a quiet, almost unnerving intensity. her face is hard, with sharp cheekbones that catch the light in an almost wolfish way, making her look both fierce and detached. the hollow planes of her cheeks and the sharpness of her jawline give her a harsh, almost brooding appearance. her lips rarely curl into a smile, and when they do, it’s long, toothy and fleeting, demonstrative but unsure. her natural expression is one of quiet defiance, a barely-there scowl that makes her seem perpetually irritated, even when she's at peace. her thin eyebrows always furrow, giving her an even more intimidating, arrogant air. it’s clear that she doesn’t care much for the opinions of others, preferring to keep her thoughts to herself, which only adds to her demeanor.
    
    fiona's hair is a dark, unruly mess, constantly falling into her eyes and giving her a sleepless, unkempt look. she never bothers to tame it, and it often seems as if the wind itself have claimed it as their own. it’s wild, untamed, just like her. it hangs heavy over her forehead, often obscuring her intense blue gaze, only adding to the overall mysterious, unsettling appearance she projects.
    
    her overall appearance radiates a skittish, almost deer-like quality. fiona's posture reflects someone who is unsteady on her feet, and, if you look closely enough, slightly tense. her shoulders stand as a testament to her spiteful nature, but they are slightly curved inwards, giving her a slightly closed-off posture, as though she’s always keeping part of herself hidden. though not overly tall, fiona's presence is imposing. she stands just above average height, 5'4".
    

    faceclaim

    claire cottrill / clairo.
    
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    personality

    fiona greystroke is nothing that her parents expected her to be. she is as tough as nails and fancies herself a bit of a troublemaker. she is someone that isn't afraid to get her hands dirty; able to throw herself entirely into a project. despite this, she can be described as quite reserved and prefers to keep to herself. she is much more shy than people would originally think when they look at her; she's awkward and doesn't know how to speak to others without dying a little bit inside.
    
    the thing with fiona is that she prefers to see herself as more tough than she actually is; she clicks her tongue, she tries to be cool and mysterious, she tries to be more trouble than she is worth but the truth is that fiona is an actress through and through. pretending to be a scholar of historical texts, despite much of the time spending her time behind the desk of the library reading cheesy romance novels. she kind of sticks to herself and hopes that people won't dig deeper and see the fact that she is timid and and awkward and shy and everything not cool. fiona is kind of a loner in that sense and doesn't really talk to people, she claims it's because she doesn't give a shit about people but the truth is that if she even tried to talk to anyone her mouth would become dry and she would end up awkwardly stuttering and feel like she is going to throw up if someone so much as tries to talk to her in any sense that isn't small talk.
    
    the thing with fiona is that, unlike the way she presents herself, she has been very sheltered during her childhood before her parents started taking long business trips without her. she doesn't know how to talk to people without feeling a sense of lost on what she is supposed to say or do. fiona tries to cover this up by adopting more snark, adding some bite to her bark; she's sarcastic and scornful, and she practices making faces in the mirror in hopes that she would feel and look less awkward than she feels.
    
    fiona has just always felt alone and that is something that lingers with her throughout her life, no matter how many friends she has, no matter how many strangers are in a room with her, no matter how close she is to other people, she just feels like she will never be close enough. they will be laughing and smiling and she'll realize that she doesn't belong here and maybe never did and that is a crushing realization for her. fiona is anxious, no matter how cold and unforgiving she tries to be, and that leads to her thoughts being everywhere. something clear would be happening and she will convince herself it's the opposite if she feels too uncomfortable.
    
    she is convinced that she doesn't belong anywhere and anywhere she does belong has nothing to do with the people in this town. she feels like a weirdo and freak and she tries to claim those things, but the truth is that it makes her feel bad being those things. she resents dresses and cooking and being a housewife, she resents the future that isn't even here yet but is so close, that she acts out in hopes that she can avoid it. admittedly, a lot of her troublesome behavior and cool kid attitude has to do with the fact that she yearns for attention while also resenting it and being uncomfortable when too many eyes are on her. she wants to be seen so badly that she will act like she is something she isn't just to feel like she isn't in the background. the truth is that the biting, snarky, cold, indifferent, stand offish act is nothing but that. an act.
    
    she's like a lost puppy that has been kicked down too many times and doesn't know how to get up but pretends that she does.
    

    likes

    sports; mainly basketball and soccer / running, jogging / road trips, traveling / hiking / forests / comic books / horror / cooking, baking; though she'll never admit it because she's afraid about being seen as a woman and ending up just like her mother / snakes / exploring, adventuring / star wars / pe, physical education / work, it's better than being alone in a dark empty house, she tells herself / dnd, though she never gets to play because she doesn't really have friends / potted plants, taking care of plants / nature / chess.
    

    dislikes

    crowds / complaining / being alone / arguing, picking sides / sour candies / her anxiety / violence / fashion / makeup / overly girly things / the dark / confined spaces / public speaking / gossip / allergies, she unfortunately has them / attention; she both craves and hates attention on her, it's a weird tangle of emotions because it makes her preen a little bit but she also wants to die in embarrassment.
    

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    ── the dark; though she'd never admit it and would be so embarrassed if someone pointed it out. but she basically lives in a big, empty house and can you imagine what it would look like at dark? it's scary for her even though she enjoys horror movies. it just adds stress onto her already anxious mind. and after the whole monsters thing, it only gets worse.
    ── being forever alone and unwanted, growing up, dogs; she got bit by one of her neighbors "dogs" when she was younger, crowds, confined spaces. fiona is someone that can feel anxious and afraid of anything in huge amounts and if she thinks about it long enough, that's part of her entire character to be honest.
    
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    fiona greystroke was born an unwanted child and everyone can see that. her parents were young and dumb; only eighteen when she was born. her mother in particular was horrified, often wondering if she was supposed to love this baby. her parents got married as soon as possible at their families urging and they bought this beautiful, big house that never felt like home. it was perfectly put together, everything in place, it never looked lived in for all of fiona's years. and any time she tried to make it looked lived in, her parents would stare at her in disappointment.
    
    they married and bought a house as if they could love each other when both know they couldn't. growing up for fiona was lonely, she had her parents and cleaning ladies and nannies but she didn't have any friends and her parents rarely took her anywhere. her father loved her, but he didn't like her. he loved her as if he had no choice - and in a way, he didn't. her mother was distant and stern, caring in a way but couldn't look fiona in the eye nor could she hold her when she was born. and these are all things fiona knew; she knew these things and it further made her believe that she is just as unwanted as all her thoughts she say she is.
    
    really, at the end of the day, their household was full of people who never wanted each other. in a way, fiona was a haunted, daunted, unwanted baby that was raised to believe that emotions were not allowed. no hugs, no crying, no laughing. her house and childhood was cold which is part of the reason why fiona pretends to be cold and indifferent because the opposite of those things is something very lonely and emotional and that isn't allowed; not for a greystroke.
    
    due to this, she escaped the coldness by diving into fantasies and comics and other things her parents would probably look down upon. she dreamed a handsome knight would come and rescue her. or a princess proposing that they run away together to escape to her a world where everything is warm. this resulted in her becoming a bit of a hopeless romantic. but the truth is that fiona is in love with love and she has been since she was a child. she longs for warmer days but does nothing to achieve those days and that is her burden to bear.
    
    her parents have been going on trips for as long she can remember. they used to get nannies for her, but slowly, they stopped. they say it's because she is getting older and that she can take care of herself, but she doesn't feel any older. they call her sometimes, and fiona always tries to call them, but she feels like a bother when she tries so it usually just ends up with fiona in a big, empty, cold house and it should feel cool and awesome for someone seeking independence, but really it's just lonely making your own breakfast. and it's too quiet that it leads her thoughts to wander and wander into ugly thoughts that she can't escape from because the house is too quiet and empty and she feels all alone and afraid sometimes.
    
    but she'll never say that; instead she will watch her parents leave with a smile that slips away as soon as their car is gone and she'll brag that her parents leave her alone to the people that were dumb enough to think she was cool until she feels that familiar ball of anxious feelings and she has to dive away and she'll make pancakes every morning and buy the things her parents forgot to get her before they left and she'll live on in this lonely bubble that her family created. because at the end of the day, the greystroke family is just lonely.
    
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    lycanthrope, made not born. in a ginger snappean twist of fate, fiona was a bitten by a werewolf on the night of a full moon right before her thirteenth birthday. under the assumption that she was bitten by a neighbor's dog and afraid of punishment, she kept this from her parents.
    
    the signs first began to manifest in small ways: irritability, soreness, a craving for red meat. then, the hair. thick, wiry hair that would grow in patches across her arms and legs, something she has learned to manage and keep at bay with constant waxing and tweezing. her first transformation on the night of a full moon was one of the most freeing and terrifying things fiona had ever experienced.
    
    she keeps her lycanthropy a tight-lipped secret, not even her parents are aware. on night of the full moon, she disappears into the surrounding forests, and only returns once she's returned to human form.
    

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    • enhanced strength, enhanced speed, enhanced reflexes and agility. night vision, better smell (only applicable on a full moon)

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    • silver (although outside of full moons she insists its an allergy), can be easily overpowered by larger, more powerful beings (only applicable on a full moon)

    
    

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    • fiona has an anxiety disorder and undiagnosed autism.
    • has a penchant for marking her page by dog-earring the corners, it's a habit she's never been able to break.
    • can often be found at work hunched behind the cash register spinning on her stool and reading "history" textbooks (ie: using a history textbook to shield the cheesy YA novel she's reading).
    • she has an obsession with details that most people would overlook—like matching the color of her shoes to the stitching on her clothes, or organizing her books alphabetically. it's her way of keeping control over things, even if her life feels chaotic.
    • fiona doesn’t drink coffee just for the taste; it’s a full-on addiction at this point. on particularly stressful days, you’ll find her with two or three cups of coffee in hand, each one slightly stronger than the last. her friends know better than to speak to her before she’s had her first cup of the day.
    • fiona might act like she enjoys solitude, but the truth is, she’s not as comfortable with being alone as she lets on. when she doesn’t have someone around to talk to or distract her, her thoughts begin to spiral, and she can’t stand the quiet. that’s why she keeps herself busy with work, even when she’s exhausted.

 

[Lyca]

• YUREI
• FAUST
• YOOJIN

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  Kim Candorosa

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    Faust, Kim Rosa, Captain

    dob & pob

    March 23rd, Gulf of Mexico

    age

    25

    gender

    male

    sexuality

    bisexual

    occupation, role

    entertainer, preserver of the lagoon

    residence

    The Adamastor, Saltwater Lagoon

    Species

    siren (sorcerer)
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    height & weight

    5'9 & 134-148 lbs. Length with tail is 7'2"

    hair

    Crests of grain, with a semi-thick texture that compares to velvet. Generally never grows past the shoulders.

    eyes

    His eyes vary, but naturally are an entrancing surface of green, gold, and brown. Pupils can constrict, and the sclera may change.
    

    physique

    An athletic, lithe body as expected of someone who dances and swims all their life.

    style

    Links to wardrobes Coming Soon.

    modifications

    He has a back tattoo and ear piercings. He's also worn contacts and dyed his hair.

    face claim

    Park Jimin

    Onion Boy

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    hot cocoa before bed, neck kisses, shopping, dressing up/well, flowers, gardens, music, fashion, festivities, dancing, drinking, singing, games, cuddling, maraschino cherries, strawberries, cactus fruit, rollercoasters, surfing, the beach/ocean, manatees, haggling
    
    

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    black tea, the cold, being alone, being manipulated, pills, food abuse, mothers being disrespected, muggy weather, strong chemical odors (like chlorine, bleach), wire, guns, copper, humans, when people don't take treasure as payment
    
    

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    restricted/caged (removal of freedom), rollercoasters, harm to his parents
    
    

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    night terrors, insomnia, mood swings, body memories
    

    personality

    
    Faustus shares the kindred spirit of your well imagined pirate. He has no moral conflicts about stealing, feels borders are lines he can cross if he's not caught, and that a rule or more are meant to be broken -so long as they aren't your mom's rules. Other than family values, such things like legalities and morals are trivial and more like pieces in a game, strings for him to pull and tamper with. Faustus is open in relating to others in family matters, but it’s not a guarantee of anything more than a shared value.
    
    He's a mostly confident flirt, playful and curious about the world, exploring it ready to ride whatever waves come his way. He encourages others to feed into these thrills but may just as much advise getting familiar with the waters and the people you might encounter. He's adaptive to most situations, learning to tread and channel the flow of conversations and action. He is social and intelligent, and a wearer of many faces and tongues. He isn’t above lying, but he surprisingly prefers being honest if he can, otherwise weaving his words in a way that doesn’t quite deliver a bold lie. If it does no harm to him, he is mostly truthful, if not a snarky and genuine sugar gremlin. But information is different, and should be paid for.
    
    While he vibes well with all sorts of people, he can get overwhelmed, eliciting unpredictable responses when losing his composure. His curiosity and habit to simply take things that are of interest to him get him into trouble, and he can’t always charm his way out of consequence. He is amicable but he doesn't trust or open up easily. He feels like he has a stigma attached to him and that's all others ever see. He uses this to his advantage while also trying to overcome it. While he’s come to tolerate it, even feed off it, it’d be nice to be seen as something more. Flirting is largely his way of being playful, and as he acts on whims in social situations, interest flippant like the weather, it's hard to pin down if he is genuinely interested in someone. Especially among the fog of being one of his customers or guests. While he can be difficult to read, he is an avid information broker, more aware than what he appears. He was taught to dislike humans, and still holds the view that they are a pest and a fodder for creatures like himself. Addressing negative emotions in a healthy way and talking to others are something he could work on as he tends to repress these, either with a drug (that truly helps) or by jumping to some distraction, person, or interest. Deeper thoughts remain in his own abyss.
    
    He's something of a businessman, and he will take up opportunities after some familiarizing and as long as he gets something in return. But he is also someone who generally does things for fun and this is where a little chaos can arise. He is confident and capable in taking care of himself, and so conflict does not frighten him the way it might a law abiding civilian. He does not like the idea of being beaten up, but would rather take a beaten every once in a while if a good adventure was involved or a "win" achieved. He is not alright with being fucked over, and he has the spite of a tiger. He’s also not above violence, and of the few times he gets to embrace it without consequence, he embraces it fully. This is especially true when he is truly in fear.
    
    
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    Martim Candorosa, Faust’s father, came from off the southern coasts of Portugal. Like the stories we hear about sirens, much of his life was raised around luring sailors from their ships to their watery deaths. Bonus points if they could cause the whole ship to wreck. Martim's colony were warlike and territorial, they also devoured humans and sometimes consumed their enemies. This predation and moments of cannibalism can occur in their early stages of life, as when some siblings are born, they will devour their brother or sister for extra nutrients. After early development, such cannibalism fades, no longer a problem for the colony. It was regarded as something natural, and the butt of jokes. Your mom probably told you once or twice she wished your sister had eaten you (instead of you eating her).
    
    Martim would grow bored of his life in the colony, where his soul always seemed to yearn for adventure. Eventually he would put this ambition into reality, leaving his colony like a legend; having manipulated a ship's crew to throw half of itself overboard and the other half worship his word as their new captain. A few sirens from the colony would also join him, and they would set off, travelling around the shores of Africa. Many of their small adventures were those of your fantasy pirate crew. They raided, they pillaged, they all had booty- even some of the human members though their treasure trove rarely met half the size of their siren counterparts. Sea monsters and other creatures would fall into their path, and they would battle.
    
    Faust's mother, Hwi Kim, lived around the coasts and waterways of Korea. She was not just a siren, but someone capable of sorcery. Originally, she was sought to help with miracle remedies and advice for things that seemed otherwise impossible. You could hear her beautiful voice, reaching out for those who needed her magic and wisdom. She often helped these wanderers regardless of status. It was respectful, and expected, to be thanked or compensated in some way for her services. It was believed she would eat or drown rude and disrespectful visitors. Some believed she had her own sanctuary like abode, decorated with all the thanks she received, and others said that she could appear to you in any body of water.
    
    There came a time where a maiden girl asked for her help regarding the illness of a prince she loved, and Hwi told her what she needed to do. The girl left without thanking her, and Hwi called back to ask if she was forgetting something- giving her the chance to offer a simple "thank you." The girl remembered leaving her scarf, retrieved it without thanking her again and carried on. This left a sour taste in Hwi's mouth, and it would bite the girl later. The absence of thanks was not only taken offensively, but affected the girl's scarf, as if a magical rule had been broken and punishment would be due later. The prince would be healed as per the girl following through with Hwi's instructions. A battle would take place shortly after where the prince became wounded, the girl ran to his aid and tried to blot a serious wound with the scarf. But where the scarf touched only seemed to worsen and open the wound more, subsequently killing him. Overcome with emotion the girl set out and found Hwi again and asked how this could happen, and if there was some other way to bring him back. Hwi explained that this was a result of her poor manners the first time she visited.
    
    Hwi treated the girl like a confused teenager, where normally she would have drowned or eaten rude visitors. She instead comforted her for this misfortune. It may have been because at this time she was also carrying a child of her own. After being somewhat comforted and leaving without a way to bring back her love, the girl was still enraged, blamed Hwi and convinced the prince's clan that she bewitched her scarf. She would lead a hunting party to Hwi's domain, and Hwi would now be known as an evil sorceress, faulted for the consequences of a girl travelling under her advice. Initially shocked, she would evade attacks while her place was being invaded and damaged, and one warrior would slash her belly and child. Knowing what the wound has done, wide eyed and now enraged herself, she transformed into a leviathan like creature cementing herself to their claim. The hunting party would fall, and this would be the last time any human would see Hwi and live, sparing the girl, cursing her to always hear her deceased love's voice. Hwi left, and after terrorizing the coast on her way out, left Korea.
    
    Martim and Hwi would meet on the Sea of Japan. Hwi and Martim went toe to toe as pirate crew and sea serpent; Martim here on one of his adventures, Hwi here to find Seiryu. When Martim's ship began to collapse on itself, Hwi shifted to a human (siren) form having realized that Martim and some members of the ship were sirens. She offered to fix the ship in return with helping her take Seiryu's pearl. Martim called her bluff, where Hwi responded making the ship repaired just enough to continue floating. The terms were accepted and when it was all said and done; there were some deceased members, a sad looking ship, an angry sea, and Seiryu’s pearl in Hwi's hands reflecting two wicked grins.
    
    With Hwi, Martim found he didn't need the extra help, and so letting go of his crew mates was fine by him as they went to steal their own ships and minions for their own adventures. A comical, snarky romance and partnership developed between these two. And the next important adventure happens in the middle of the Atlantic.
    
    The City of Atlantis was formidable, not unlike the raid on Seiryu’s palace in Japan, and while some souvenirs and treasures were looted, they also brought upon themselves some issues of the magical kind and barely got out with their lives. Hwi could not do much more even in her own prowess besides determine the life expectancy of the ship before it would simply quit moving. This prompted a "where do you want to retire" as Hwi also revealed she was with child. A sweet dream returning to the sorceress as the reason she was after Seiryu’s pearl was so that she could use it's magic to conceive and carry children again, where her attack in Korea had taken away her ability to produce children. In the end they settled their boat off the Florida Keys and started making a home out of it along with the things they had looted and what they would loot in the future. Martim making trips to the Caribbean Sea and Gulf of Mexico for food, supplies, and more loot. The adventure never really retired even for a soon to be papa
    
    
    

    BABY TEETH & PUBERTY

    Before they were even born, Martim had already warned Hwi of the nature of his colony's young. So, when baby Faust ate his brother while they were away, it upset Hwi, but she was able to come to terms with it and it did not affect her love for Faust. But she does not appreciate the cannibalistic jokes that occasionally cropped up between her husband and son. Don't get on her Sorcerer side, the two know better than to try cracking one in her presence.
    
    As a kid who always had to be woken up, and then struggle to still get out of bed, he was awarded a familial nickname of "Sea Slug."
    
    In his early childhood, Faust was taught everything from swimming, using his voice, to helping mom and pop carve their latest victims for future dinners. From fish to humans, the Candorosa's meals would range from sushi, grilled fish, skewers of shrimp, crustaceans, seaweed, rice, and different styles of cooking and preparing a human being. Hwi enforced a table etiquette and a family dining setting. She was the teaching hand of manners and respect. Martim could have done without the manners, but enjoyed the family time, taking it as opportunity to tell them of his adventures in the Gulf and Caribbean and Faust of adventures they had before he was born. These stories filled Faust with dreams of adventure and the grandeur of being a pirate (like father like son), and generated little games like buried treasure, rough housing, and reenactments of Seiryu’s pearl, City of Atlantis, etc. His parents taught him how to use the resources the ocean floor and what its life offers. As well as what trinkets and items the humans seem to throw away or misplace in the sea- or the accessories they have when they drown them. At ten, Faust started going with his father on expeditions in the Gulf and Caribbean. The stuff of dreams. Martim bestowed upon him his bident at age twelve and taught him how to use it.
    
    Hwi often tried to gauge her son's sorcery through trial and error, little tests. It appeared he could emulate her, parroting her own small uses of magic, but could never do something of his own creativity. There seems to be some necessary element of reflecting or imitating another magic user. Hwi used to be frustrated by this as was Faust who tried to make it look like he could do magic by pretending and coming up with tricks. He never really fooled his parents, but they found the effort endearing.
    
    The art of war, defending territory was something lectured and attempted to be passed onto him. But its importance seemed to lack, being it was just the three of them, and Hwi's magic combined with the Pearl conveniently kept their ship-house obscured so they hardly had any of this kind of trouble. Though Martim always preached about being aware. As the pearl's magic is being used, it shrinks.
    
    Faust was not around other children of any kind and was living a sheltered life. they had no way of sailing or were too concerned about their relatively young child interacting with a whole other populus of sirens. But something's got to give, and as time grew and his parents adapted, they also found themselves integrating with humankind and their jobs. And Faust was admitted to middle school. Hwi always checked on him every day using a cell phone, when she figured out how to use it. She didn't really understand the sorcery behind it.
    
    Despite checking in on him, he went through his fair share of bullying early on. It had been painstakingly drilled into Faust to never reveal what he is to these humans. He was to act as a human himself, not a siren. Even if everything seemed safe, it would not be if they got lazy in disguising what they are. So, this often led to him tolerating being bullied, which continued the bullying. He often made excuses for them, since they are human, they cannot be better anyhow. Like the girl from his mother's past. It also made him feel that much better about having to eat such a deplorable species. Lunch was packed for him every day. And there were some occasions when unknowing bullies didn't realize they sometimes consumed ground up human when they took it from him. Even while he truly didn't care for them, he always wanted to please someone or anyone, have some semblance of a friend or just someone to interact with. This started a level of people-pleasing and attention seeking, used to having his parents’ attention almost all the time.
    
    Faust showed an interest in acting and dancing, participated in school plays, track and field, dance lessons, and talent shows. Already a good swimmer, it was evident he would be someone multi-faceted and this sprouted jealousy among other students if not some awe. His ‘natural beauty’ also created starstruck moments between students and teachers, and this also annoyed onlookers. Here is this boy seemingly out of nowhere, quiet and never in a fight, talented, there's got to be something wrong with him! He cannot be so perfect, as were most of the student body's thoughts. Anything wrong he did was zoned in on, by bullies or a new face in the mix. He was popular and unpopular at the same time. In the name of appeasing or tolerating people and bullies he became a doormat, with some exceptions.
    
    In the last months of his middle school, he began acting "weird." This was just him stalking students, a natural predatory instinct he was having and acting on. Sometimes his nails or teeth grew, or his eyes changed, spooking his would-be victims, but there never being a serious issue as the school put it (one girl broke her arm, but he claimed she ran into the wall and wasn’t looking), dismissed it as childish shenanigans and at worst punished him with detention. For the remainder of his Middle school year and following summer he was more irritable and became less of a people pleaser. When anything was brought up around his behavior student to student, he claimed he had an illness. Temporarily staving off some of the trouble he would catch with others
    
    

    GOOD LUCK, SEA SLUG

    The previous summer, time was heavily invested in tempering his urges to hunt and control his predatory instincts. He was also entering that teenage angsty period, desiring independence, being a brat, putting to practice the wit of his parents combined, and then usually apologizing later. Though sometimes he incurred the wrath of a Spartan Siren or the spells of a Sorceress. The mood swings and social pressures, struggle was real. He coped by being that guy in the hoodie with his earphones in, still pursuing his interests, but hardly giving other people the time of his day. This didn't solve everything, and he would still have to deal with people who believed they could bully him or do what he did in middle school and tolerate them. For homecomings, it was not hard for him to find a date at all, attractive and a good dancer. He continued to participate in the events and clubs he had in middle school.
    
    Faust was starting to suffer in academics. Human history was not always interesting, and he often questioned its accuracy, he bullshitted any writing he had to do, but he was interested in biology. Faust could do addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division- but anything beyond that and he would just stare at his worksheet or doodle. Who is going to use any of this math anyways!? A combination of thinking low of humans and how he shouldn't have to learn their junk, and certain he would find a ship and voyage out like his parents did in the old days convinced him he didn't need to apply so much effort. The "cool kids" who didn't do their work and condescended their school and education also encouraged this attitude in Faust. This kind of behavior didn't fly with dad or mom, and he would be violently convinced to change his attitude. Unsurprisingly their arguments were like modern day parents, with the additive "We are better than humans, and you don't care about grading lower with their failures?" Followed by long conversations about how times were different, and he would have to start adapting and get a job to hide among people. The world isn’t like it was.
    
    Times were changing indeed, and he remained just as confused. Still, he ended up catching onto a few things. Watching people flirt and manipulate and knowing his own aura and species' allure, he started conning the wooed into helping him or even straight up do his work for him. He also started using this to make his bullies uncomfortable around him, flirting with them and acting coy. And while they still messed with him from time to time, Faust could feel the intimidation, and it made him grin. A's were A's, Martim had his suspicions, but Faust's wordplay had gotten better having two teachers. And his parents couldn't seem to prove whether he was studying or if he had done what Martim would do. "I wouldn't do it all the time though." And this was learned the hard way.
    Trigger warning – mentions sexual abuse, rape, and recovery.
    Thinking nothing of it, he continued flaunting his siren allure. It began to get problematic as any time he wasn't in class, at least one person was stalking him. It started out amusing, but then became annoying, especially since Faust wasn't trying to bring anyone home with him. In the locker rooms he was used to glances, staring, and flustered expressions. But it escalated to brushing against him for a feel, and then touching. He often pushed these advances away and scolded them. They trying to call it joking and playing around or blame him for their advances because of how he acted. Initially indignant, he later began to feel unsure if they had a point. He started trying to mute his flagrant flirting, but issues still pursued after. A couple of times females, and males, would stride up and sit in his lap (which he didn't mind, he had seen this behavior and assumes it's a normal friendly gesture of some kind, it doesn't bother him) and after some time grab him inappropriately which he responded by shoving them off. Later peaks of being uncomfortable in a situation resulted in him slashing someone across the face, tearing their eye, and another's neck, who almost died. School started feeling unsafe and he was concerned about explaining everything to his parents, since they had already warned him, and he basically had said "I know what I’m doing, fuck off." He convinced himself he could sort it out on his own. Being a siren, this was just a part of it, he thinks. One of these school days, on his way home, two armed robbers held him at gunpoint. He didn't use his abilities, just gave them what they wanted; phone, valuables, wallet, and hoped they would let him go. They raped him before he was allowed to leave, and he staggered home.
    
    When he got home his mom asked him why he was so late. He gave a stout "sorry," took a glass and started filling it with rum from his father's decanter and sat on the floor. This was off to Hwi, sparing him from a scolding about getting into his dad's alcohol, she sees something's wrong. When Martim walks in he almost gets through his growl before Hwi hushes him. There was silence for a half an hour, the couple then trying to make small talk between themselves which evolved into how their days went. Seemingly all is normal again besides Faust on the floor drinking and having gotten another glass. He opened his mouth several times to try explaining himself but couldn't bring himself to speak about it. And he passes out before ever getting to.
    
    Hwi seeing Faust sleeping looks at Martim and then walks over to him. She hesitates on it, but then tries to see what is wrong using her magic. She got a snippet before immediately stopping her connection. She didn't know how to deal with that. She had never thought that was possible, not for them, sirens, who kill people without a second thought. They were the apex predators. Martim can see she saw something, and that it spooked her, and he received the classic, "I'll tell you tomorrow."
    
    When tomorrow came, Hwi had gone out before Martim or Faust woke up. Maybe it was to find the perpetrators, or maybe it was to figure out how to help her son. She didn't even know where to begin. She was convinced Martim wasn't prepared for this, he would probably be like her, finding a siren to be a victim like that as Ludacris, impossible! She had wanted to believe she could do it with magic, or on her own, but she knew she couldn't and that something like this was fragile. The kind of source she had to find was somewhere among this human filth. After some interesting attempts and frustration with people and technology, she found that her answer would be a small booklet with sixty pages in it. Leaving out all the credits, it was probably more like fifty. Maybe she owed this find to a man who suggested it to her and where to get it, coming upon her during one of her breakdowns. Why he helped her, a total stranger, no idea, but she promised he would be the only human she wouldn't eat or drown. She doubted its effectiveness, but a mother with hardly any wiser of what to do, went with it.
    
    While Hwi was out in town, Faust put himself in a warm bath with lots of bubbles and incense everywhere -because who doesn't like things that smell good and a bubble bath? Martim knocked and walked into his son's room with hands in his pockets. He looked like he was dressed for work, but if that was true Faust suspected he should have already left.
    Martim, "Hey, thought you'd still be in bed Sea Slug, you usually sleep in late." Faust was playing with one of their many treasures that lined the shelves wrapped around the tub. This one is a large pearl-like gem, but other than glowing and ringing, it was nothing magical like Seiryu’s pearl. He offered his father a quick glance before going back to focusing on the toy, "Hey, ... going to work?"
    
    "Nope, took the day off." Martim didn't say anything about how Faust had been in here for a couple hours. Martim knew because he had also been up earlier than normal, burdened by worry. But Hwi had been making obvious gestures since last night that kind overbearing, war-dad wasn't the way to be handling whatever this was, and he was trying to follow the cues. Ah look, a dad having learned something. Mentioning how long Faust had been hauled up in his open bath seemed like the wrong move, even though he was pretty sure long periods in all those bubbles were bad for siren scales.
    "Why?"
    "Well, I just wanted to be here if you need me," he rocked on his heels. This big buff guy who looked like a mix between a Portuguese football player and a burly ship captain, "I'm downstairs if you want anything, think I'll make Eagle Spread with Oysters." There's this weird air between them. Channeling radio waves that the other was trying to intercept but at the same time not wanting to send the wrong signals. Martim turns on his heel but before leaving he calls back, "Oh, if you want anything, but the rum." This cracks a grin from Faust, and Martim feels an inner 'score' as he closes the door. Then a second later he hears Faust call from the other side of the wooden wall, "Can we have shrimp etouffee!?" Martim yelling back “Yeah!" as he descends the stairs. He scoffs as he recalls how his family often says it's the only dish he can make killer without Hwi's help.
    
    Later that night, Hwi had returned after reading the booklet, the booklet hidden in one of her pockets. While there had been a difference in the air, father and son had managed to fill the day with some casual games and more pirate stories. Martim looked at his wife in greeting, and somewhat expectedly. Hwi would tell Martim later that what it is, is something Faust must feel comfortable telling them himself. Martim felt somewhat cheated by this; his wife got to know because of sorcery, and he may not be perfect, but he was a pretty damn good father and husband, so he felt. His frustration was understood by Hwi, and later in the month after Faust having several off-moments, episodes, and night terrors; Martim had enough trying to wait it out.
    
    One night terror, Martim asked, again, what was wrong where Faust, again, could not talk about it. Hwi tried to console Faust, saying that was okay, though clearly pained and wondering if this was what she needed to be doing. Martim calmly explained he would not be leaving until he understood what was going on and what was affecting Faust so horribly. He even made several guesses, bullying? Fell in love with a human? Hwi tried to shoo him away, but it almost created a very bad fight between them. And it slipped in the open, to Faust, that Hwi had an idea of what happened (as Martim mentioned this, in complaint that he couldn't know what was wrong or help everyone move forward). Discourse and tension were further added to their family dynamic, Faust upset that his mother had used her magic to see in his head, he would demand to know how much she knew. And Martim again demanding to know. Hwi trying to reign in two men and explain again she is trying to do what she thinks is best for everyone. It was a very hyper-active argument that evolved into yelling, storming about, and throwing and breaking things. The family was hurting.
    
    Early next morning, pieces of broken glass and splinters of wood decorate the furniture and floors. The three of them are sitting in a circle across from each other. Make up has run, cheeks have been puffed, and the mugs are mean. It's a few hours of more harsh words, but eventually Faust is exhausted, really, they were all getting to that point. Faust stretched his upper body over his crossed legs, face to the floor, and he plainly states what the trauma is. This is so beyond Martim that to his surprise he laughs. Hwi silent with a horrified expression, even knowing it already, and at her husband's response. Faust then recounts the event in detail, stunning his father in silence too. Martim feels as Hwi did when she first found out, and he rises, pacing and going on about how that couldn't have happened. Amid the ramble Faust asked if it happened because he is a Siren (his fault). Hwi finds her voice again and she profusely preaches it's not his fault, it was about control. More pointedly at his father, he asks if he can still be a man. And Martim in raw thought responded, "This- This does not make you any less of a man (male). It's just, new to me..."
    
    Faust would not return to high school for his sophomore year, and he and his family with Hwi's booklet did what they were capable of in helping Faust. Faust's family have come closer together, though do not always know how to help Faust, there is an understanding they try just as there is an understanding, they could never know exactly what Faust goes through. He still experiences complications (nightmares, etc.) but has healed enough he can function on a day-to-day basis as opposed to being locked in his room. He has also retained his flirtatious personality, actively trying to convince himself that he wasn't the reason it happened.
    
    [this part after needs work in terms of fleshing out but also hey, you can learn about his other adventures as surprise through the IC now!]
    
    Close after, he bonded with a Manatee named Madrid. She helped and still helps him and their friendship is unbreakable. When he went to go on his own adventures, she went with him, and eventually would end up settling for, at least a little bit, in Greenwood Fortune Hills. A place with supernaturals that weren't all ready to kill you just because you happened to pickpocket or saw you as a threat.
    
    

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⟡ Saoirse Mireille ⟡

"There is music in mourning... if you know how to listen."​

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Nicknames or Aliases: The Whisper-Witch, The Mourner, “Sair” to friends.
Age: Appears late 20s | True age: 87
Gender & Pronouns: Female | she/her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation/Role: Florist / Dream-Keeper | Owner of Bellshade Blooms
Species: Banshee

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Abilities​

• Death Sense: She can feel the presence of approaching death like static behind her eyes or the stilling of wind.
• Banshee’s Wail: Her scream is only heard by those near death, echoing through their dreams and subconscious. It drains her when released.
• Dream Weaving: She captures the final dreams of the dying, sealing them in jars to share warnings, comfort, or closure.
• Aura Sight: She sees grief and death as faint mists clinging to souls.
• Resonant Wail: In an intensely emotional or life-threatening moment, Saoirse’s banshee scream can break through its traditional limits. Instead of merely signaling death, it manifests physically—a concussive, spectral blast that shatters glass, knocks back enemies, and disrupts magic or illusions within a certain radius.
  It’s not something she can control easily, and it only surfaces when she or someone she deeply cares about is in grave danger. Using it leaves her completely drained—she may lose her voice temporarily or suffer memory lapses. The first time it happens, it stuns even her.
  Some fear that if she uses it too often, she might lose part of herself to the Veil between life and death.
  
  

Weaknesses​

• Cannot prevent death—only sense its approach.
• Iron causes sharp migraines and disrupts her abilities.
• Crowds and emotional chaos overwhelm her.
• Suppressed screams lead to insomnia, nosebleeds, and haunting dreams.

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Appearance​

Long silver hair often braided with dark ribbon or dried herbs. Skin pale as fog. Her storm-gray eyes hold flecks of indigo and lavender. Usually dressed in layered vintage gowns, worn lace, and dark shawls. Her arms are tattooed with winding vines and soft-winged moths. She wears veils when death lingers near and smells like lavender, old books, and rain.

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Personality​

Quiet and poetic, with a calm presence that draws people in—or unnerves them. She speaks rarely but with eerie insight. Gentle, deeply empathetic, and attuned to sorrow. Those she trusts find her witty and fiercely loyal. Finds beauty in endings and grace in loss. Holds her own grief like a familiar companion but does not let it define her.

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Background​

Born in a forgotten Irish village where her family walked the line between feared and revered. When the balance tipped, she fled, crossing the ocean in the 1960s. Her path eventually led to Fortune Hills, where she has lived quietly for nearly 40 years. Her flower shop, Bellshade Blooms, is both business and sanctuary.

But now, the stillness she’s built is cracking—humans have arrived, and with them come voices, screams, and something ancient waking beneath the moss.

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Other​

• Has a ghost fox familiar named Lune who only appears at night.
• Speaks Irish Gaelic when dreaming or overwhelmed.
• Leaves wildflower bundles for strangers who are grieving.
• Hangs dozens of old wind chimes around her shop to comfort passing spirits.
• Collects old funeral dirges and lullabies from every culture she encounters.

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