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dmgink
Junior Member
name ||
Aidan Harding Jr.
He generally goes by Aidan or Junior.
age ||
He is twenty-four years old.
gender ||
He is male.
orientation ||
He is heterosexual.
birthday ||
October 13th.
role ||
He is a client.
appearance ||
height ||
He stands at 5'9" tall.
weight ||
He weighs about 155 pounds.
complexion ||
He is pretty pale, with a very slight tan to be noticed.
distinguishing features ||
He doesn't have too many distinguishing features; a couple of birthmarks and oddly bright brown eyes that always seem to be dilated.
modifications ||
He does not have any notable modifications.
clothing style ||
He enjoys dressing in leather jackets, torn up jeans, and wearing shades whenever possible.
persona ||
Generally friendly and wanting to have a good time. Has quite a few underlying issues, and would rather run away from them than face them head on. He can get somewhat loud and obnoxious, especially when under the influence. Aidan can also be aggressive on occasion, and has a very finnicky temperament. He's chill some days, and on the edge on others.
likes ||
Most alcohols, most drugs, being around others, playing music, listening to music (especially live), taking risks.
dislikes ||
Being sober, not being able to party, being alone, people starting fights with him, people disliking him.
vices ||
A bit of an alcoholic, a drug taker. Easily caves in to self destruction as well as self indulgence.
virtues ||
Very creative, often encouraging to others. Likes to make people happy before himself.
talents ||
Playing bass and guitar, writing music, does well with crowds watching him.
backstory ||
Coming from a very religious upbringing, the concept of sin was engrained very early on in Aidan's head. As he grew older and became a teenager, his rebellious streak began; he began drinking at the ripe age of fifteen. It started as wine at dinner time, but grew into a whole other monster years later. His father, Aidan Harding Sr., didn't approve at all of his son's wild behaviour. As soon as Aidan turned eighteen, he moved out to a friend's house. From there, he got into heavier substance use and heavier drinking. His friend was the one to get him into the Manor in the first place. Aidan came to embrace his vices, maybe even a little too much, rather than live in fear of them.
Aidan Harding Jr.
He generally goes by Aidan or Junior.
age ||
He is twenty-four years old.
gender ||
He is male.
orientation ||
He is heterosexual.
birthday ||
October 13th.
role ||
He is a client.
appearance ||
height ||
He stands at 5'9" tall.
weight ||
He weighs about 155 pounds.
complexion ||
He is pretty pale, with a very slight tan to be noticed.
distinguishing features ||
He doesn't have too many distinguishing features; a couple of birthmarks and oddly bright brown eyes that always seem to be dilated.
modifications ||
He does not have any notable modifications.
clothing style ||
He enjoys dressing in leather jackets, torn up jeans, and wearing shades whenever possible.
persona ||
Generally friendly and wanting to have a good time. Has quite a few underlying issues, and would rather run away from them than face them head on. He can get somewhat loud and obnoxious, especially when under the influence. Aidan can also be aggressive on occasion, and has a very finnicky temperament. He's chill some days, and on the edge on others.
likes ||
Most alcohols, most drugs, being around others, playing music, listening to music (especially live), taking risks.
dislikes ||
Being sober, not being able to party, being alone, people starting fights with him, people disliking him.
vices ||
A bit of an alcoholic, a drug taker. Easily caves in to self destruction as well as self indulgence.
virtues ||
Very creative, often encouraging to others. Likes to make people happy before himself.
talents ||
Playing bass and guitar, writing music, does well with crowds watching him.
backstory ||
Coming from a very religious upbringing, the concept of sin was engrained very early on in Aidan's head. As he grew older and became a teenager, his rebellious streak began; he began drinking at the ripe age of fifteen. It started as wine at dinner time, but grew into a whole other monster years later. His father, Aidan Harding Sr., didn't approve at all of his son's wild behaviour. As soon as Aidan turned eighteen, he moved out to a friend's house. From there, he got into heavier substance use and heavier drinking. His friend was the one to get him into the Manor in the first place. Aidan came to embrace his vices, maybe even a little too much, rather than live in fear of them.
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Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: "Do I really have to tell you?"
Birthday: Febuary 29
Role: Boarder
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 147 lbs
Complexion: Light Tan
Distinguishing Features: Scar in his left hand.
Modifications: None
Clothing Style: X X X
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[div class=titleblock]personality.[/div][div class=textbox]When describing Damien, some people would say he's clumsy, others would say he's a charming lad. In reality, he's just a big hot mess. He knows some basic life skills but, can barely do anything before screwing it up. He just needs to be really calm to do a task properly. When he is under a stressful situation, he almost screws everything up, in any way. He is hard-working under that clumsy facade of his, trying to do his best even though he messes things up. Besides him working, he's a kind person. He is caring and would do anything to make a person smile.
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[div class=titleblock]history.[/div][div class=textbox]Damien was born, crying and sickly. His state of health wasn't looking good, he had a hole in his heart. It was big but, with a bit of surgery, it could be fixed. However, his parents had no money. Luckily, a deal was made. The help came from an organization, they seemed anonymous but, they helped the couple, in exchange for their son. The couple knew that they were too young to handle a baby, let alone a sick one. They decided to give him away, his parents were happy that he would get his medical help but, they feared for the safety of their child.
As time went on, he was raised happily by an American couple. He was put up for adoption by the group and was adopted by John Chen and Mary Chen. There was a small transaction of cash while he was adopted, the group had noted something special about him. Mr. Chen was bonding happily with Damien but, in time, events will unravel.
Ms. Chen discovered that Mr. Chen was cheating on her with another woman. She filed for a divorce and won. Although what he did was wrong, Mr. Chen was not affected. He was blank on the whole situation. Damien had decided to stay with Mr. Chen. His step-mother was not too nice to him, he was already at the age where he could choose where he will be staying with. This seemed like a nice idea but, he would regret it.
It was a rainy night, the air was cold and everything was silent. Damien was sleeping soundly in his bed when his father came in the room. His father had done something to him, something terrible, something unspeakable. He woke up in the middle of it, he tried to fight back but, his body gave in. His lustful desires were taking control of him. He couldn't resist it, he wanted it. When it was all over, Damien hugged himself. Confusion, lust, and anger. These were the emotions that were running through his mind. How could he tell this to anyone? Was there anyone there to help him? Why and how did his father do such a thing? Whatever the answer was, he sobbed silently, wondering if he could ever get help.
As the nights went on, he losed hope. He despised himself for ever doing it. He wanted for it to be over but, another voice in his mind was saying to give in to it. He was conflicted, scared on what his father may do to him if he ever tells this to anyone. As all hope was lost, his father went away. The phone could be used but, did he have the courage to do so? Could he call the cops on his father? The voice became more louder in his head, trying to convince him to stop. He grabbed the phone and dialed a number. He explained everything that happened to the operator. He felt a sense of hope coming back to him, he felt safe.
The police had arrived, just in time when his step-father arrived from his little trip. He was caught in the act as well, Damien was happy. His wish had been finally granted, he was safe from his father. Ms. Chen had arrived on the scene as well. She was there to pick up Damien. She grabbed an Uber to her home and comforted the teen. He was happy to have a parent that truly loves him. At night, when he was dreaming, he found himself inside a temple. It was a large temple that seemed to never end. He would explore it, seeing statues of odd creatures that seemed to be worshipped as shown in the pictures near it. This was his dream for the next few weeks.
He had the same dream but, it felt more real this time. More vivid yet, realistic. Everything around him turned to nothing, and before he knew it, he was floating in some kind of cosmos. He saw a tall figure facing him, it was speaking to him in some kind of language that he doesn't understand but, he was scarred in his left hand. The figure disappeared and Damien woke up. He felt a stinging pain, he saw that his left hand had obtained some kind of mark. He was alarmed but, he set this aside. He searched the internet if anyone jad the same dream as his. Unfortunately, his search was unfruitful but, he discovered something about Cthulu-Mythos. It was very familiar to him, the figures were all similar but, he had to do more research. And so, he dedicated his life to researching about this thing that he had seen in his dreams.
He finished college with a degree in Science. He wanted to become a Biologist but, he was too focused on his research. He was tight on money, he couldn't afford to stay in his small apartment anymore. He heard of a mansion that was offering rooms for free. His friends even said that they have cool parties every night. Damien was sceptical at first but, he decided to live there. As he was packing, he heard a voice. It seemed familiar, like an old friend. He looked around to see if anyone was there but, none was seen. Was it the same voice from before? He thought but, pushed it to the side. He was probably imagining things. He packed his suitcases and proceeded to go to the mansion, not knowing what could happen to him there.
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[div class=gifbox][/div][div class=overlaytext]I see...[/div][div class=titleblock]others.[/div][div class=textbox]Likes:
Cats, Soft Serve Sundaes, Flowers, Plants, Books, Having company, Order, Sex WITH Consent
Dislikes:
Being lonely, Dogs, White Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Chaos, Sex WITHOUT Consent
Vices: Lustful, Air-Headed, Clumsy
Virtues: Diligent, Humble, Optimistic, Caring
Talents: Cooking, Gardening, Nail Art, Observing, Painting
Favorite Song:
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[div class=background][div class=scrollbox][div class=imagebox][/div][div class=titleblock]basics.[/div][div class=textbox]Name: Damien Oswin Chen
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: "Do I really have to tell you?"
Birthday: Febuary 29
Role: Boarder
Weight: 147 lbs
Complexion: Light Tan
Distinguishing Features: Scar in his left hand.
Modifications: None
Clothing Style: X X X
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[div class=titleblock]personality.[/div][div class=textbox]When describing Damien, some people would say he's clumsy, others would say he's a charming lad. In reality, he's just a big hot mess. He knows some basic life skills but, can barely do anything before screwing it up. He just needs to be really calm to do a task properly. When he is under a stressful situation, he almost screws everything up, in any way. He is hard-working under that clumsy facade of his, trying to do his best even though he messes things up. Besides him working, he's a kind person. He is caring and would do anything to make a person smile.
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[div class=titleblock]history.[/div][div class=textbox]Damien was born, crying and sickly. His state of health wasn't looking good, he had a hole in his heart. It was big but, with a bit of surgery, it could be fixed. However, his parents had no money. Luckily, a deal was made. The help came from an organization, they seemed anonymous but, they helped the couple, in exchange for their son. The couple knew that they were too young to handle a baby, let alone a sick one. They decided to give him away, his parents were happy that he would get his medical help but, they feared for the safety of their child.
As time went on, he was raised happily by an American couple. He was put up for adoption by the group and was adopted by John Chen and Mary Chen. There was a small transaction of cash while he was adopted, the group had noted something special about him. Mr. Chen was bonding happily with Damien but, in time, events will unravel.
Ms. Chen discovered that Mr. Chen was cheating on her with another woman. She filed for a divorce and won. Although what he did was wrong, Mr. Chen was not affected. He was blank on the whole situation. Damien had decided to stay with Mr. Chen. His step-mother was not too nice to him, he was already at the age where he could choose where he will be staying with. This seemed like a nice idea but, he would regret it.
It was a rainy night, the air was cold and everything was silent. Damien was sleeping soundly in his bed when his father came in the room. His father had done something to him, something terrible, something unspeakable. He woke up in the middle of it, he tried to fight back but, his body gave in. His lustful desires were taking control of him. He couldn't resist it, he wanted it. When it was all over, Damien hugged himself. Confusion, lust, and anger. These were the emotions that were running through his mind. How could he tell this to anyone? Was there anyone there to help him? Why and how did his father do such a thing? Whatever the answer was, he sobbed silently, wondering if he could ever get help.
As the nights went on, he losed hope. He despised himself for ever doing it. He wanted for it to be over but, another voice in his mind was saying to give in to it. He was conflicted, scared on what his father may do to him if he ever tells this to anyone. As all hope was lost, his father went away. The phone could be used but, did he have the courage to do so? Could he call the cops on his father? The voice became more louder in his head, trying to convince him to stop. He grabbed the phone and dialed a number. He explained everything that happened to the operator. He felt a sense of hope coming back to him, he felt safe.
The police had arrived, just in time when his step-father arrived from his little trip. He was caught in the act as well, Damien was happy. His wish had been finally granted, he was safe from his father. Ms. Chen had arrived on the scene as well. She was there to pick up Damien. She grabbed an Uber to her home and comforted the teen. He was happy to have a parent that truly loves him. At night, when he was dreaming, he found himself inside a temple. It was a large temple that seemed to never end. He would explore it, seeing statues of odd creatures that seemed to be worshipped as shown in the pictures near it. This was his dream for the next few weeks.
He had the same dream but, it felt more real this time. More vivid yet, realistic. Everything around him turned to nothing, and before he knew it, he was floating in some kind of cosmos. He saw a tall figure facing him, it was speaking to him in some kind of language that he doesn't understand but, he was scarred in his left hand. The figure disappeared and Damien woke up. He felt a stinging pain, he saw that his left hand had obtained some kind of mark. He was alarmed but, he set this aside. He searched the internet if anyone jad the same dream as his. Unfortunately, his search was unfruitful but, he discovered something about Cthulu-Mythos. It was very familiar to him, the figures were all similar but, he had to do more research. And so, he dedicated his life to researching about this thing that he had seen in his dreams.
He finished college with a degree in Science. He wanted to become a Biologist but, he was too focused on his research. He was tight on money, he couldn't afford to stay in his small apartment anymore. He heard of a mansion that was offering rooms for free. His friends even said that they have cool parties every night. Damien was sceptical at first but, he decided to live there. As he was packing, he heard a voice. It seemed familiar, like an old friend. He looked around to see if anyone was there but, none was seen. Was it the same voice from before? He thought but, pushed it to the side. He was probably imagining things. He packed his suitcases and proceeded to go to the mansion, not knowing what could happen to him there.
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[div class=gifbox][/div][div class=overlaytext]I see...[/div][div class=titleblock]others.[/div][div class=textbox]Likes:
Cats, Soft Serve Sundaes, Flowers, Plants, Books, Having company, Order, Sex WITH Consent
Dislikes:
Being lonely, Dogs, White Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Chaos, Sex WITHOUT Consent
Vices: Lustful, Air-Headed, Clumsy
Virtues: Diligent, Humble, Optimistic, Caring
Talents: Cooking, Gardening, Nail Art, Observing, Painting
Favorite Song:
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credits @RI.a
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Sook
Member
WIP
Name || Faith Louise Wyatt
age || 21
gender || Female
orientation || Bi-sexual
birthday || 22nd June
role || performer (singing), barmaid, boarder
height || 5’8”
weight || 120lbs
complexion || Pale
distinguishing features || tattoo’s everywhere
modifications || nose ring, ear lobe piercings
clothing style || Dark colours especially red, black and green, she shows off her tattoos, wearing lace, mesh and fishnets a lot to do so, she is a fan of short, lace tops and large combat boots. She dislikes high heels and being uncomfortable
persona ||
Faith has recently made a fair few attitude changes. Whilst before her transformation one would consider her polite, meek, and level headed, she is now rather confident, short tempered and outspoken. Unfortunately, she does not usually make a great barmaid because, although she seems confident she also seems cold and unapproachable. It's not hard to spark annoyance in Faith, especially for men acting like they have the right to touch her body just because she likes to display it. She isn't very flirty with women, until she gets to know them as she has a lot of PTSD from past experiences. Faith is very proud, and refuses to cry or let her emotions out in front of other people. Inside she can be a mess, but outside she has learnt how to cut off all facial expression to be replaced with a blank mark. The only time her emotions ever shine through is when she is singing, it is also the only time she ever seems to smile. She comes alive on stage, as if she is born anew. It is her true passion and all she wants to do with her life is to sing. For her, it is escape and relief from a constant pain she feels in her chest.
Faith can be loving, and romantic. She can be a good shoulder to cry on and a loyal friend. All these things just need to be earned, as well as her trust and respect. She finds it hard to find the courage to be with someone romantically because she is petrified they might break her trust. But that does mean she does not feel lonely and want this to happen. She is actually desperately lonely due to her cutting ties with all her old friends and family.
likes || Cheddar cheese, Irish Whiskey, expensive Cigars, dark colours, Ink, Antiques
dislikes || Birds, Forceful people, being restrained/feeling trapped, Chocolate, Spicy food, Modern cars
vices || Un-trusting, Cold, Wrathful, Short Fuse
virtues || Talented, Loyal, Thoughtful, Good listener
talents || Singing and Operatic singing, Sketching, Makeup application
Backstory ||
Faith had a pretty average life to begin with. Her parents were Religious, but not overbaring, and they loved her and her younger sister very much. Faith was a pretty quiet child, growing up she always did what she was told. She was the classic good christian girl. Her black hair was in braids, she wore the cross round her neck and she went to a Religious private school her entire schooling career. When she was in highschool, she began dating. Her first boyfriend was nothing more than an enxperiment, and he was chosen by her parents as suitable because they knew his family, so they fully supported it. She, of course, wanted to 'Wait till marrige' Because that was how she was raised, but this was not what happened. The two of them were curious and hormonal, and ended up getting caught in the act by the boy's parents, who then told Faith's parents. They were extreamly disappointed, and ended up switching focus to their youngest daughter, Faith's sister June. Faith became a bit of a black sheep in the family, which drove her further and further towards the things she was never allowed to do.
She got her first tattoo when she was 19. She was working as a waitress and studying creative writing at a community collage. She ended up with, not olny a tattoo, but the number of a pretty tattooist lady. This terrified her and for the longest time, she refused to call the number. This would drive the final wedge between her and her parents. They already hated tattoo's, imagine if she began dating a FEMALE who was COVERED in them? The woman was beautiful, and much bigger and more confident than Faith. Eventually, she gave in to her desire, and called her.
Faith and Rachel began dating, in secret at first, but her parents were always going to find out. When they did, with teary eyes, they cut her out of their lives. They said never to come home again, and they decided she was no longer their daughter. Full or rage, Faith started covering herself in tattoo's, and publically dating her girlfriend, posting lots of pictures of herself and her girl on social media where she knew her parents would see them and be hurt by them. After the first 6 months though, her girl ended up becoming more and more abusive. It had started pretty small. Telling her she looked bad in certain clothes and bulling her into getting a new tattoo. Then it became a little worse, she began reading through her phone and making her feel bad for going out to parties or out with her friends. Faith was so desperate to be loved, that she just rolled with it, making excuses for the behavior. But soon enough, Faith was no longer her own person, and she was the one who felt like the asshole. Whenever Faith lashed back at her, Rachel would make her feel like scum.
It wasn't even a year in to the relationship when Faith first felt physical abuse. She was struggling with anxiety from her situation so she confided in a good male friend at the time, and went round to his apartment for dinner, telling her partner she was having to cover a late shift at work. Of course, Rachel called her boss and found out she was not there. She got text after text of abuse, and when she went home, her love hit her for the first time. This girl wasn't huge, but Faith had always been tiny, and unable to gain weight or muscle, so she was absolutely helpless.
Faith was stuck in a deep depression in that relationship for another 8 months before she finally saught help. She found herself at the mansion after driving hours out of town, and applied for a job and boarding there. She displayed her singing talents for the boss and was allowed a slot. Finally, she felt free, not free from the burden or PTSD but free of her. She found a love in singing instead and every night she was on she felt a little better.
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Storme
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Personality
He's a mysterious character. The best way to describe him is like a black hole; his charm pulls in those around him. He carries himself with a cool confidence and a composure that never seems to break. Jax is all about passion in everything he does, he feels things so deeply and just wants everyone around him to feel what he's feeling. He hates when peoples true thoughts and emotions aren't portrayed in their entirety to one another and so he often times finds himself being too forward with people. If he finds you attractive, he will tell you. Matter of fact, he will describe your beauty to you in a way that would make Shakespeare weep to the Gods'. This same intensity and lyrical way of speech can sometimes be overwhelming, especially if he's in a mood.
Jax drinks till he's plastered, smokes till he's on another planet, and is an indescriminate lover. This can cause a lot of trouble for him and sometimes he needs someone to tell him to slow down and mellow out because he tends to indulge himself too hard and too fast and gets sucked into his own irresistible force.
Bio
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He's a mysterious character. The best way to describe him is like a black hole; his charm pulls in those around him. He carries himself with a cool confidence and a composure that never seems to break. Jax is all about passion in everything he does, he feels things so deeply and just wants everyone around him to feel what he's feeling. He hates when peoples true thoughts and emotions aren't portrayed in their entirety to one another and so he often times finds himself being too forward with people. If he finds you attractive, he will tell you. Matter of fact, he will describe your beauty to you in a way that would make Shakespeare weep to the Gods'. This same intensity and lyrical way of speech can sometimes be overwhelming, especially if he's in a mood.
Jax drinks till he's plastered, smokes till he's on another planet, and is an indescriminate lover. This can cause a lot of trouble for him and sometimes he needs someone to tell him to slow down and mellow out because he tends to indulge himself too hard and too fast and gets sucked into his own irresistible force.
Bio
wip
full name || Jaxton Noir
alias || Master Noir, the Devil, Party Lord
nicknames || Jax
age || 25
gender || Male
birthday || June 6th
zodiac || Gemini
orientation || pansexual
alias || Master Noir, the Devil, Party Lord
nicknames || Jax
age || 25
gender || Male
birthday || June 6th
zodiac || Gemini
orientation || pansexual
height || 6'2
weight || 135lbs
eyes || Dark Brown
hair || Deep Brunette
modifications/tatts || A big tattoo of black wings on his back
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weight || 135lbs
eyes || Dark Brown
hair || Deep Brunette
modifications/tatts || A big tattoo of black wings on his back
clothing style ||
likes || bourbon - abisinthe - music - cigars - reading
vices || immorality - over-indulgence - lust - sloth - arrogance
vices || immorality - over-indulgence - lust - sloth - arrogance
dislikes || beating around the bush - miscommunication - ignorance - cheap thrills
virtues || honesty - reliable - unjudgemental - charitable - tenacity
virtues || honesty - reliable - unjudgemental - charitable - tenacity
talents || singing, plays guitar and piano, paints,
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Description:
The twins both have long lanky bodies, Val's muscles a bit more defined than Cons wirey build. Their hair is platinum blonde, worn in an unkempt manner by both. Their faces were near identical matches, the only indicator of which one was which was their varying expressions. Val often wore a scowl or glare, while Constantines expressions varied between apathy, pure curiosity or panic. The twins' eyes were by far their most striking feature, the crsytal clear blue of their irises often darken or lighten depending on their mood or the lighting.[/div][/div]
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Constantine & Valentine
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Name Constantine Crowley
Nicknames Con
Age 20
Gender Male
Orientation Bi
Modification Ears Pierced, left nostril pierced, three tribal bands around each wrist
Nicknames Con
Age 20
Gender Male
Orientation Bi
Modification Ears Pierced, left nostril pierced, three tribal bands around each wrist
likes sleeping, tripping, sweets, animals, nature, his brother
dislikes yelling, hangovers, crowds, bitter things, being told what to do
dislikes yelling, hangovers, crowds, bitter things, being told what to do
Personality:
Constantine is a dreamer. He can often be found staring off into space in his own little world. He isn't very talkative at times, and is a bit timid to start with but is rather quick to trust. However, he's even quicker to distrust. He is very sensitive to the vibes people give off, if you're a kindred spirit he'll attach himself instantly, if you have malice in your heart he instantly kicks in to fight or flight mode - his usual route is flight but if provoked he has a dangerous temper.
He kinda has a brother complex. He sees Val as his guardian angel who would put his life on the line in order to protect Con from the world, and because Val is his only family member thats been consistent in his life, Constantine tends to cling to his brothers side. He's a bit of an airhead; he gets easily distracted and is slave to his overactive imagination. When he's comfortable, he becomes chatty. He tends to talk in circles and go off on tangents and his stories will be all over the place, which may be confusing but one things for sure, you will never be bored talking to him.
On the other side of things, Con is manic depressive. He's prone to wild mood swings and depending on the day he'll close himself off in his room for what might be days on end. He lets his daydreams and thoughts get away from him, ghosts from his past poke their ugly heads into his mind and cloud his thoughts, burning their image into the backs of his eyelids to haunt his dreams. Over time, he learned to manage it better and Valentine played a huge role in it as well. He is always drawing or singing or strumming his feelings out as a means to portray to the world his exact emotions. His dependency on his brother proved to be a double edged sword; on one hand, he has a strong support system and Val would never abandon his brother, on the other hand Val was unstable and wild. His brothers chaotic nature can sometimes trigger Cons emotions to flare up and cause the descent into mania.
Bio
Once upon a time a man and his wife, were so in love, they went crazy.
They had love to spare but no one to share, so they decided to make a baby.
When one became two, the couples excitement grew, their hearts about to pop,
But with what happened next, the lovers heads' felt like they'd been hit with a rock.
One came out and gave a shout, his entrance into this world rather violent;
one more push and a grunt, and out comes a runt but this one stayed
s i l e n t.
The Crowleys were very spiritual people, they believed that the universe spoke with each and everyone of us everyday and guides us through the 'little miracles' that happen in our daily lives.The news of the twins made them ecstatic, surely good these beautiful baby boys the universe had gifted them would grow up to be exceptional beings. Which is why, though they were surprised when Constantine was born still, they never gave up faith. This was a sign. And three and 1/2 minutes later, when his first cry pierced the air they rejoiced.
Constantine was an angel, well behaved, smart, kind, compassionate - everything they could've asked for. Everything his brother was not. Their mother suffered from postpartum depression, but only felt this way towards one of her children, Valentine. So instead of seeking help she focused all her maternal love towards Constantine. The twins were kept seperate from each other for the most part up until they were 9; matter of fact, when Constantine first met Valentine he mistook him for an imaginary friend he shared the same face as. Valentine was a mythical beast in his eyes, a wild child with unkempt hair, who ran with no shoes on, and contained so much raw unrefined energy. Constantines looked up to him from the first time he laid eyes on him.
Constantine was 'homeschooled', or at least thats the excuse his mother used to hide her paranoia of letting him out into the world with other children. Afterall, what could the schools teach her son that he couldn't figure out for himself on his journey through life? Constantine was her precious little flower that she had to help grow, she nurtured his imagination through art and song, through stories and dance, through obsession and experimental drugs.
The house was all he knew, Each door in the house had two locks and he was only allowed on the top two floors on the house, the Basement and Attic were off limits. All this, his mother had told him,was because he was too precious for a cruel world full of thieves and so it wasn't safe to travel beyond the walls of their home. His mother had also told him a demon lived in the basement....
But still, he dreamed of all the things that lay on the otherside of those walls; fantasizing while staring out into the alley that ran along the back of the house. Across the alley, the neighbors had had a dog he'd named Sparky - Con had imagined the dog having superpowers that no one else knew about except him, and at night the alley become a wonderland of activity that kept him so entertained he almost didn't even mind being locked in his room for 20 hours a day.
Through the years, Valentine appeared more and more frequently to Con. The first time was when he was 5, Val popped up through the crawl space in his room. Con was fascinated and scared of the wall boy who had stolen his face, but happy to have a friend nonetheless. Their little adventures soon ventured out of the confines of Cons room via the air ducts and as they grew older they learned of new secret ways to sneak around unnoticed. Con felt like a spy when he discovered how to loosened the screws that held the window shut, and even more like one when he successfully scaled the side of the house and escaped into the alley with Val.
These escapades didn't last long after that, their mother found out about their galavantings and punished them both for it. Con doesn't know much of the hell Val had went through that week but he remembers being doped out and tied to a bed for what felt like eternity. Days and nights blurred together and he vaguely remembered the terrifying hallucinations that had apparated on the white ceiling. By the time he came to the surface of consciousness, he was being carried out on a stretcher by men who talked in hurried and hushed tones and being put into an ambulance. The rest of that night was a hazy blur of unfamiliar faces and questions he didn't know the answers to, but one thing he remembered clearly was seeing his brothers small and shaking frame standing defiantly in the midst of all the flashing lights, deep bruises and scrapes shown on the exposed skin of his arms , his eye containing something feral and possessive as he marched his way towards the ambulance.
After that, the twins were placed in foster care. No one dared try to seperate the two in fear of the wrath of Valentine, who was an angry child and always on the defense. The two went on their own when they turned 18 and through a wild series of events wound up at Vice under the care of Jax, who is the only other person Con trusts almost as much of his brother.
[/div][/div][/div][div class=midbox1][div class=inmid1][div class=scroll1]Constantine is a dreamer. He can often be found staring off into space in his own little world. He isn't very talkative at times, and is a bit timid to start with but is rather quick to trust. However, he's even quicker to distrust. He is very sensitive to the vibes people give off, if you're a kindred spirit he'll attach himself instantly, if you have malice in your heart he instantly kicks in to fight or flight mode - his usual route is flight but if provoked he has a dangerous temper.
He kinda has a brother complex. He sees Val as his guardian angel who would put his life on the line in order to protect Con from the world, and because Val is his only family member thats been consistent in his life, Constantine tends to cling to his brothers side. He's a bit of an airhead; he gets easily distracted and is slave to his overactive imagination. When he's comfortable, he becomes chatty. He tends to talk in circles and go off on tangents and his stories will be all over the place, which may be confusing but one things for sure, you will never be bored talking to him.
On the other side of things, Con is manic depressive. He's prone to wild mood swings and depending on the day he'll close himself off in his room for what might be days on end. He lets his daydreams and thoughts get away from him, ghosts from his past poke their ugly heads into his mind and cloud his thoughts, burning their image into the backs of his eyelids to haunt his dreams. Over time, he learned to manage it better and Valentine played a huge role in it as well. He is always drawing or singing or strumming his feelings out as a means to portray to the world his exact emotions. His dependency on his brother proved to be a double edged sword; on one hand, he has a strong support system and Val would never abandon his brother, on the other hand Val was unstable and wild. His brothers chaotic nature can sometimes trigger Cons emotions to flare up and cause the descent into mania.
Vices
~ Sloth
~ Apathy
~ Posessive
~ Obsessive
~ Sloth
~ Apathy
~ Posessive
~ Obsessive
Virtues
~ Loyalty
~ Affability
~ Sincerity
~ Docile(most of the time)
~ Loyalty
~ Affability
~ Sincerity
~ Docile(most of the time)
Bio
Once upon a time a man and his wife, were so in love, they went crazy.
They had love to spare but no one to share, so they decided to make a baby.
When one became two, the couples excitement grew, their hearts about to pop,
But with what happened next, the lovers heads' felt like they'd been hit with a rock.
One came out and gave a shout, his entrance into this world rather violent;
one more push and a grunt, and out comes a runt but this one stayed
s i l e n t.
The Crowleys were very spiritual people, they believed that the universe spoke with each and everyone of us everyday and guides us through the 'little miracles' that happen in our daily lives.The news of the twins made them ecstatic, surely good these beautiful baby boys the universe had gifted them would grow up to be exceptional beings. Which is why, though they were surprised when Constantine was born still, they never gave up faith. This was a sign. And three and 1/2 minutes later, when his first cry pierced the air they rejoiced.
Constantine was an angel, well behaved, smart, kind, compassionate - everything they could've asked for. Everything his brother was not. Their mother suffered from postpartum depression, but only felt this way towards one of her children, Valentine. So instead of seeking help she focused all her maternal love towards Constantine. The twins were kept seperate from each other for the most part up until they were 9; matter of fact, when Constantine first met Valentine he mistook him for an imaginary friend he shared the same face as. Valentine was a mythical beast in his eyes, a wild child with unkempt hair, who ran with no shoes on, and contained so much raw unrefined energy. Constantines looked up to him from the first time he laid eyes on him.
Constantine was 'homeschooled', or at least thats the excuse his mother used to hide her paranoia of letting him out into the world with other children. Afterall, what could the schools teach her son that he couldn't figure out for himself on his journey through life? Constantine was her precious little flower that she had to help grow, she nurtured his imagination through art and song, through stories and dance, through obsession and experimental drugs.
The house was all he knew, Each door in the house had two locks and he was only allowed on the top two floors on the house, the Basement and Attic were off limits. All this, his mother had told him,was because he was too precious for a cruel world full of thieves and so it wasn't safe to travel beyond the walls of their home. His mother had also told him a demon lived in the basement....
But still, he dreamed of all the things that lay on the otherside of those walls; fantasizing while staring out into the alley that ran along the back of the house. Across the alley, the neighbors had had a dog he'd named Sparky - Con had imagined the dog having superpowers that no one else knew about except him, and at night the alley become a wonderland of activity that kept him so entertained he almost didn't even mind being locked in his room for 20 hours a day.
Through the years, Valentine appeared more and more frequently to Con. The first time was when he was 5, Val popped up through the crawl space in his room. Con was fascinated and scared of the wall boy who had stolen his face, but happy to have a friend nonetheless. Their little adventures soon ventured out of the confines of Cons room via the air ducts and as they grew older they learned of new secret ways to sneak around unnoticed. Con felt like a spy when he discovered how to loosened the screws that held the window shut, and even more like one when he successfully scaled the side of the house and escaped into the alley with Val.
These escapades didn't last long after that, their mother found out about their galavantings and punished them both for it. Con doesn't know much of the hell Val had went through that week but he remembers being doped out and tied to a bed for what felt like eternity. Days and nights blurred together and he vaguely remembered the terrifying hallucinations that had apparated on the white ceiling. By the time he came to the surface of consciousness, he was being carried out on a stretcher by men who talked in hurried and hushed tones and being put into an ambulance. The rest of that night was a hazy blur of unfamiliar faces and questions he didn't know the answers to, but one thing he remembered clearly was seeing his brothers small and shaking frame standing defiantly in the midst of all the flashing lights, deep bruises and scrapes shown on the exposed skin of his arms , his eye containing something feral and possessive as he marched his way towards the ambulance.
After that, the twins were placed in foster care. No one dared try to seperate the two in fear of the wrath of Valentine, who was an angry child and always on the defense. The two went on their own when they turned 18 and through a wild series of events wound up at Vice under the care of Jax, who is the only other person Con trusts almost as much of his brother.
Personality
Val is a troubled young man. He's quick to temper, quick to assume, quick to attack. His emotions are all over the spectrum, he's generally confrontational and picks fights out of boredom. He's willful and often takes the reigns on situations which could be a good thing if he wasn't so easily riled up, instead if he takes control of a heated situation its like adding gas to a fire. Val is relatively easy to get along with as long as you know and carefully avoid his trigger points: no talking of family, don't upset his brother, and don't order him around.
Val would never admit it but he constantly second guess himself and often gets mad at himself for his lack of focus and anger which normally ends with him being mad about being mad and its not pretty. Hes an alcoholic and a drug enthusiast - in short hes an escaped artist. He knows what mixture of booze and illegal substances will numb the pain of his existence and still let him have fun while doing it. Val is filled with self loathing and pent up energy, and while he puts most of his energy into his anger, he also puts in into all of his emotions. When he's happy, he's the most happiest man in the world, filled with unfiltered excitement and an endless shower of affection when he's sad its like the world opens up into an abyss where his demons reside, ready to devour his soul.
Valentine has his chill times as well, what Con called his 'Sleepy Days' , where he is less talkative, less confrontational and less animated. It was as if his seemingly bottomless tank of energy had finally run low and left him in kind of a daze. During these times he thinks alot, something he tries not to do alot. He didn't dwell on his thought because they always dwelled on the past and forced him to take a deeper look into himself as a person and he just wasn't ready to face himself. So, in order to get himself out of his funk he gets totally blown at a party and gives in to the beast within; this has landed him with quite a record.
Despite all these flaws,his heart is in the right place. He truly is compassionate towards people despite how much they pissed him off on a daily basis, if he cares for you he would be there for you no matter what the circumstance.
Vices
! Wrath !
! Self-Doubt !
! Pessimist !
! Immoral !
! Bitter/Jaded !
Virtues
~ Selfless ~
~ Charitable ~
~ Honest ~
Bio
Vals story goes a little bit differently than Cons. While he was born healthy and full of life, 'the universe gifted' him with too much life - or at least thats what his mother had told him. As a child he was rambunctious and wild, his untamed spirit proving too much to handle for his mother. Val was kept in the basement and cared for by his father. The twins father was a cowardly man but cared for them nonetheless; he was closer to Val since his wife was so dominant over Con.
Until the age of 7, Val had free reign over the basement. It was his little temple filled with cool toys (tools and old exercise equipment), these toys were so cool in fact, that Val accidentally started a fire with the help of some faulty wiring and a blow torch. After that, he was confined to a cage - not that that stopped him from roaming around. Val was a crafty child and his love and curiosity for Con fueled his motivation to escape.
When their little escapades were found out by their mother, Val had it much worse than Con. He remembers ever aching second of the week of Hell. His mother tried to starve the demon out of him, beat it out of him, and on the last day she tried to rip it out of him. He was told he was an imposter, that he had stolen Cons face to try an trick them, that he was an infection to the family and that she would rather kill him than let him plant his corrupt seed in her little angel...
That night Val barely managed to escape with his life. It was discovered later in the police report that his mother had been doing some experimental anxiety meds that caused hallucinations and dangerous behaviour, especially when mixed with alcohol. She had opened his cage and was preparing to do the unthinkable when he saw his opportunity; Val snuck out from the cage and had scrambled onto a table to the window only to find it bolted shut. He suffered from a few cracked ribs from the fall when his mother pulled him down by his ankle. In the heat of the moment, Val had lashed out with whatever was nearest - a wrench. The blow to the head left his mother stunned and opened up another opportunity for escape, the door. Once outside of the house, Val had run door to door to the nearest houses until someone was willing to open up.
The years after that, Val was very protective over Con and refused to leave his side. He was so protective, that he didn't even let Con visit their mother in the psychiatric hospital (though Val paid a few visits on Cons behalf).
[/div][/div][/div][div class=img2][/div][div class=info2][div class=scroll]Val is a troubled young man. He's quick to temper, quick to assume, quick to attack. His emotions are all over the spectrum, he's generally confrontational and picks fights out of boredom. He's willful and often takes the reigns on situations which could be a good thing if he wasn't so easily riled up, instead if he takes control of a heated situation its like adding gas to a fire. Val is relatively easy to get along with as long as you know and carefully avoid his trigger points: no talking of family, don't upset his brother, and don't order him around.
Val would never admit it but he constantly second guess himself and often gets mad at himself for his lack of focus and anger which normally ends with him being mad about being mad and its not pretty. Hes an alcoholic and a drug enthusiast - in short hes an escaped artist. He knows what mixture of booze and illegal substances will numb the pain of his existence and still let him have fun while doing it. Val is filled with self loathing and pent up energy, and while he puts most of his energy into his anger, he also puts in into all of his emotions. When he's happy, he's the most happiest man in the world, filled with unfiltered excitement and an endless shower of affection when he's sad its like the world opens up into an abyss where his demons reside, ready to devour his soul.
Valentine has his chill times as well, what Con called his 'Sleepy Days' , where he is less talkative, less confrontational and less animated. It was as if his seemingly bottomless tank of energy had finally run low and left him in kind of a daze. During these times he thinks alot, something he tries not to do alot. He didn't dwell on his thought because they always dwelled on the past and forced him to take a deeper look into himself as a person and he just wasn't ready to face himself. So, in order to get himself out of his funk he gets totally blown at a party and gives in to the beast within; this has landed him with quite a record.
Despite all these flaws,his heart is in the right place. He truly is compassionate towards people despite how much they pissed him off on a daily basis, if he cares for you he would be there for you no matter what the circumstance.
Vices
! Wrath !
! Self-Doubt !
! Pessimist !
! Immoral !
! Bitter/Jaded !
Virtues
~ Selfless ~
~ Charitable ~
~ Honest ~
Bio
Vals story goes a little bit differently than Cons. While he was born healthy and full of life, 'the universe gifted' him with too much life - or at least thats what his mother had told him. As a child he was rambunctious and wild, his untamed spirit proving too much to handle for his mother. Val was kept in the basement and cared for by his father. The twins father was a cowardly man but cared for them nonetheless; he was closer to Val since his wife was so dominant over Con.
Until the age of 7, Val had free reign over the basement. It was his little temple filled with cool toys (tools and old exercise equipment), these toys were so cool in fact, that Val accidentally started a fire with the help of some faulty wiring and a blow torch. After that, he was confined to a cage - not that that stopped him from roaming around. Val was a crafty child and his love and curiosity for Con fueled his motivation to escape.
When their little escapades were found out by their mother, Val had it much worse than Con. He remembers ever aching second of the week of Hell. His mother tried to starve the demon out of him, beat it out of him, and on the last day she tried to rip it out of him. He was told he was an imposter, that he had stolen Cons face to try an trick them, that he was an infection to the family and that she would rather kill him than let him plant his corrupt seed in her little angel...
That night Val barely managed to escape with his life. It was discovered later in the police report that his mother had been doing some experimental anxiety meds that caused hallucinations and dangerous behaviour, especially when mixed with alcohol. She had opened his cage and was preparing to do the unthinkable when he saw his opportunity; Val snuck out from the cage and had scrambled onto a table to the window only to find it bolted shut. He suffered from a few cracked ribs from the fall when his mother pulled him down by his ankle. In the heat of the moment, Val had lashed out with whatever was nearest - a wrench. The blow to the head left his mother stunned and opened up another opportunity for escape, the door. Once outside of the house, Val had run door to door to the nearest houses until someone was willing to open up.
The years after that, Val was very protective over Con and refused to leave his side. He was so protective, that he didn't even let Con visit their mother in the psychiatric hospital (though Val paid a few visits on Cons behalf).
Name Valentine Crowley
Age 20
Gender Male
Orientation Pan
Modification Ears Pierced, right nostril pierced, a vertical tattoo that reads b r e a t h e down his wrist
Age 20
Gender Male
Orientation Pan
Modification Ears Pierced, right nostril pierced, a vertical tattoo that reads b r e a t h e down his wrist
likes sleeping, tripping, sweets, animals, nature, his brother
dislikes yelling, hangovers, crowds, bitter things, being told what to do
dislikes yelling, hangovers, crowds, bitter things, being told what to do
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Birthday: September 26th
Zodiac: Libra
Height: 6'4
Zodiac: Libra
Height: 6'4
Weight: 145lbs
Eyes: Icy Blue
Role: Boarder
Eyes: Icy Blue
Role: Boarder
Description:
The twins both have long lanky bodies, Val's muscles a bit more defined than Cons wirey build. Their hair is platinum blonde, worn in an unkempt manner by both. Their faces were near identical matches, the only indicator of which one was which was their varying expressions. Val often wore a scowl or glare, while Constantines expressions varied between apathy, pure curiosity or panic. The twins' eyes were by far their most striking feature, the crsytal clear blue of their irises often darken or lighten depending on their mood or the lighting.
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