Fantasy 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌 -- 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝑺

[erzulie]

Welcome to Beneath The Lanterns’ character creation section! Instead of a traditional cs I’ve decided to do things a little differently this time around. Of course, if you want to create an entire sheet that’s fine as well! The main details that are required are name (or alias), age, gender, appearance (irl face claims or written description only), and/if your character has a special role like a watcher.

CHARACTERS

CHARACTERS ; DUE DATE: to be determined.

code by birth of venus.

 

[sox]

What do you want to play?

In the playground in Southern California
Something running in the streets all day
I guess some of us just gotta learn the hard way
Don't give a damn what nobody gotta say
We just yellin' out
I don't wanna wait for our lives to be over
If it happened now, would you take it how you left it?
It's a give and take, so take your time, take me under
I wanna know, could you show me what I'm missing?
This can't be for nothing
We live for something
Don't know where we're going
At least 'til the morning

Dante's Creek

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Amir Raj

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Ravi Goswami

 

[erzulie]

anais keating .

a young woman who views the world through full, grey glasses. a cynical woman with a big heart under all those layers.

role:

newcomer

fc:

lil kim

are we nothing at all?

ill-fated to the end...

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♡

❀

ꕥ

 

[BuggaBoo]

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I know I'll mess it up tho I still dance with you...

"Powder" - Pólvora Marianne Waylan-Reyes

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This is Powder...

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'Poli, Hexi, PoPo, Pow'

She/Her ○ Lesbian ○ 25yo ○ 5'11" ○ 170lbs ○ Chestnut Hair ○ Hazel Eyes ○ Tan Skin ○ Athletic build
Enchantress (Dark Arts Watcher) ○ Tattoo Artist / Charm Maker ○ Victoria, BC ○ Familiar: 'Shader'

The 'Enchantress' - imbues tattoos or makes charms with spells to protect vs. the Dark Arts ​

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~Looks (FC: Ashley Michelle)​

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Powder is quite selective about what she wears but errs on the side of skimpy, sexy and 'suck it I'll wear what I want.' If anything she loves 2nd hand clothes and the challenge to dress as provocatively and revealing as she can and get away with it. She is big, muscular and fit so to be honest, the girl would rather just run around naked since she feels most comfortable in her birthday suit. But she has learned the pains of not normalizing one's self and not dressing accordingly and so she will relent and dress as a normie, as much as possible, if only as to not draw undue attention to herself. Yeah, good luck with that lol.

She loves to keep her hair long, flowing and natural, yet she will tie it up or more often braid it up tightly so she may train without fear of it getting in the way. Yes, she would love to not bother shaving anything off her bod, but normalcy states that she follow suit and be a sleek and smooth non-furry maiden. She will be found wearing dark eye makeup and lip gloss, but will only doll up for special occasions and makes sure she stands out; there's no sense wearing it otherwise.

Scars/Mods/Piercings:
Several self-inflicted scars from ritual and scarrification / Tattoos all over her body / Piercings in ears, nose, lip, hood and tongue but has to remove all piercings to use Enchant since her belief is that it blocks the flow of energies rituals.

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~Acts​

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+ | Patient, Thoughtful and Watchful
+ | Imposing, Independent, Iron-Willed
+ | Loyal, Detail Oriented, Protective
+ | Confident, Creative, Calculating
+ | Outdoorsy, Daring and Athletic

- | Opinionated, Temperamental, Judgemental
- | Rigid, Picky, Does what she wants when she wants.
- | Fight First Mentality, Rebellious, Bad girl Attitude
- | Dominant, Daily Rituals, Rejects the 'Normie' Society
- | Romantically Stunted, Substance Abuse, Tech Hater

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~Trivia​

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○ | Accepted name is 'Powder' since her birthname is fittingly 'Gunpowder' in Spanish. Friends and family called her 'Poli (Mom calls her Polita)' and introduces herself to strangers with this name. Will offer to be called Powder when she feels comfy with you. Both her younger sisters and mom called her 'PoPo'. Only her father called her Pólvora.
○ | Closest friends call her 'Hexi', a hybrid between Hex and Sexy. Only they know the full extent of how much she practices her craft and believes in protecting others from Dark Arts. And they know why she dresses and acts the way she does.
○ | At 13, she ran away from home when she started to sense the supernatural. She joined a Coven and bad things happened. She finally escaped them and found her way to Willowick at 16. After a rough start , she finally spiritually bonded with a black kitten named Shader and things turned for the better.
○ | Works out and trains a lot, not only because she enjoys it, but because of its therapeutic benefits. When her emotions run high, violence or physicality is her immediate response. Combat training and hitting the gym has become a staple as therapeutic physical exertion and to 'hold the Earth again' so she may weave her rituals and spells with a clear mind.
○ | She is a gifted visual artist and currently works in a tattoo and charms making studio. This is where she enchants items or ink with temporary spells, mostly warding abjualrations.. She is also a great dancer since body motions are her way of 'interacting with spirits' and has actually learned how to dance from a young age.
○ | Talks out loud near bodies of water and while walking in the woods. She is orating to appease the spirits attuned to Aquara and Sylva. And sometimes she will just break out into random dance near water or in the woods. But her enduring and endearing ones are during rainstorms.
○ | Always seems to be in a good mood during rainstorms. Those that can sense it, will know that her good moods coincides during those times when she cuddles her familiar, Shader!
○ | She was going through her own 'expanding of consciousness' with all types of drugs and alcoholic mixes. Has tried to keep under control , but will use everyso often till she is wasted.
○ | Hates smiling because of the gap beteen her teeth but refuses to have them adjusted due to not trusting the ideals of dentists. So she covers her mouth a lot especially when she laughs.
○ | Behind that tough, rebellious, middle finger attitude is a sweetheart. Rare that she will ever expose that side of her, but you know you are on your way when she begins to whistle through the gap in her teeth. She also has a knack for saying something sweet or caring at times. She'll be even known to hug her siblings or close friends and whisper how much she is thankful for them too. Also watch her attittude slip away and change when she encounters cute, fuzzy things.

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[Toivoajarakkaus]

* Brokenhearted Newcomer

• 1ai
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  * n.name(s)

  Lev Hart Loveall
  

  * d.o.b.

  December 10th
  

  * age

  28
  

  * n.name(s)

  Lev, Love, Levy
  

  * occupation

  Floraist (Specifically Teas)/Muti-Media Artist
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  #agender

  
  
  
  
  

  #sagittarius

  
  
  
  
  

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  * height

  5’6
  

  * weight

  284 lb
  

  * build

  plus-size
  

  * hair colour

  copper blonde
  

  * eye color

  green
  

  * detailed appearance

  A childhood of warm summers had tanned Lev’s skin to warm limestone. Sprinkling sunspots and freckles down their arms and face. Sweetening the summer green of their eyes beneath their glasses. Notable scars of from childhood, of silly falls, the improper handling of knives, and apparently… a bunk bed? A vertical scar on their lip, really only visible to the eye when smiling. A three parallel cuts along the left thumb, and upon the same hand, another scar hugs the curve of Lev’s palm. Knees discolored from a number of falls. Their plush appearance hides a person not unfamiliar with the necessity of hard work. But they still lean into the softer side. Especially in clothing. Not seen without at least a zip-up hoodie or a sweater. Wearing a mix of pastel, punk, and goth. From anatomically correct pewter of various organs, such as spines or hearts. To summer dresses hand embroidered with strawberries.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  #various teas

  
  
  
  

  #crochet

  
  
  
  

  #their ex

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  How do you unwind yourself from the tangled remains of a love not requited?
  That’s a question Lev unfortunately needs to answer.
  Are they truly a kind person, or are they desperate to be useful?
  Are they brave or simply wish not to be left behind?
  How much of Lev is left when their lover packed their bags with all the best parts of them, and fled for something better?
  Hiding brewing feelings of loneliness, heartbreak, and a bit of anger in their chest. And forcing it down like bitter tea then risk bothering someone else. But how long till the floodgates open? When the mask breaks and Lev is left with just the parts… someone they loved… called… Ugly.
  

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  But even this broken heart still flutters. Hopeful and stubborn to the end.
  

  
  
  
  
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  There’s a tea blend for everything… Now if they’d make one for broken hearts.

  
  

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  Seems foolish doesn’t it?
  Packing up everything you have in your dinky little van, and driving.
  No destination in mind.
  Just.
  Somewhere.
  Anywhere.
  Anywhere where your bed isn’t being warmed by someone else.
  Away from tangled sheets and broken dreams.
  But where do you go?
  Most of your life has been filled with your other half. Your better half. All the way from children to adults… You… You don’t really know what to do with yourself. Plans seemingly set in stone cracked open by all the fault lines you couldn’t see… or maybe… didn’t want too. There’s nothing to fall back on. All you have is the remains of a life and your stupid little plushies. Stupid… Just like you. You can’t work fully, not anymore, pains of all kinds crawling inside you and tearing you apart. You don’t have someone to lean on anymore. Not that they ever wanted you to lean on them. All you have is a stupid chronic pain disorder. Stupid plushies. Stupid yarn. Stupid teas. Stupid flowers… And stupid you.
  Heading to nowhere.
  Going to nowhere.
  Being noone.
  

  
  
  
  
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  Lev was working a normal 9 to 5 job, but the shear amount of distress that they went through unfortunately caused them to burnout. Literally. Their body was so stressed over a period of time that something just broke. The fallout when Lev quit their job to be an artist full time was massive. And as in the nature of medicine, the doctors were unsure what’s caused their extreme and chronic pain. There’s no leading injuries. No chemical imbalance. Lev… Just hurts. They learned to maintain it through medication, but on some stressful days, there’s not much the medication can do.
  
  

  * art

  Multimedia Artist. Though Lev specifically specializes in crochet. Particularly plushies. Though they can do the odd blanket or two.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[blue tea]

code by opaline

ambrosia

fantasy romance novelist / physician

basics

full name —

xiao yingsu

alias —

ambrosia

nickname —

amb

age —

twenty-five

date of birth —

july 7th

gender —

male

sex —

intersex

pronouns —

masculine (doesn't mind feminine terms)

sexuality —

gay

orientation —

demiromantic

occupation —

local town physician, fantasy romance novelist, single mother

appearance

height —

5'10"

weight —

125.4lbs

hair color —

silky blond (stops at upper thighs)

eye color —

jeweled pink

skin tone —

milky white

scent —

plum blossoms, ylang ylang (a sweet delicate floral honey-like aroma with fruity undertones - almost like a rich honey perfume)

scars —

visible gash from lower left hip which curls upward diagonally to his back, roughly stops at his third rib

accessories —

flowers are woven into blond locks, body chains, delicate-looking chokers, hairpins, pink jade bracelets

modifications —

a large colorful tattoo covers the entirety of his back

distinguishing features —

pink jeweled irises, otherworldly appearance

ailments —

anxiety, sensitivity to light

tone —

his tone is honeyed with a silvery tinge, allowing for an orotund pitch—ethereal, yet softly spoken like a soft melody.

faceclaim —

weird mixture of neo hou and deng wei

voiceclaim —

deng youxi

persona

mbti —

intp

temperament —

phlegmatic-melancholic

enneagram —

6w5

alignment —

neutral good

traits —

quiet, open-minded, ruthless, imaginative, overly idealistic, empathetic, compassionate, sensitive, daydreamer, kind, generous, passionate, self-isolating, self-critical, reserved, loyal, meticulous, devoted, reserved, observed, analytic, self-reliant, clever, hardworking, protective, curious, creative, sentimental, helpful, ambivert, self-confident, intellectual, warm, cold, aloof, withdrawn, reactive, steadiness

ambrosia is a whimsical, soft-spoken individual with a compassionate, kind soul. he is a hopeless romantic filled with silly dreams and fairy tale endings. despite his whimsical disposition, ambrosia is a critical thinker who employs logic and offers blunt words of wisdom delivered with a soft, melodic resonance.

he is someone who doesn’t seek to take charge or follow others mindlessly, particularly when their morals or ideals don’t align with his. ambrosia serves as a grounding presence—unwavering in troubling times, providing soothing touches and soft-spoken reassurances. he desires to be a protective, unmovable figure, like an older brother to whom others can look for support and connection. he is a steady flame offering advice to the mundane and the troubled, soft but firm in his words and stance. some may consider him a mother hen—a statement he neither confirms nor denies.

as an observant individual, he notices the smallest details and uses them to his advantage, whether to guide others toward self-care or other arcane methods. he is ruthless, albeit elegantly, when his family and friends are at the devil’s gate. ambrosia tends to latch onto people’s negativity and internalize it, becoming reactive and brash in contrast to his soft, crinkled smiles and warm pink irises. he also possesses a gift for understanding silence, seemingly knowing what to say or do to comfort a grieving heart in turmoil.

despite his warm yet ruthless nature, ambrosia is quite reserved. he enjoys his privacy and secrets, preferring to sit in solitude, sipping a warm cup of tea in the garden or listening to someone ramble, occasionally adding a hum. he can manipulate his emotions with ease, maintaining a calm and stable demeanor during stressful times, though not without a few sharp hisses or bittersweet words on a honeyed tongue.

love language —

physical touch

habits —

shaking his head, sighing, tutting, humming, smiling with crinkled eyes

hobbies —

writing, reading classical literature, gardening, brewing tea

weaknesses —

disconnected, overthinking, self-doubt, insensitive, self-isolation, impatient, expressing emotion, physical strength, internalizing negative emotions,

strengths —

agile, flexible, slow to anger, calm under pressure, grounding, flower crowns, photographic memory, analytical, original, open-minded, curious, honest, logical, abstract thinker, affectionate

dislikes —

bitter foods, illness, unnecessary force, unreasonable rules, close-mindedness, entitled beings, disobeying direct orders, targeting his family, extremely hot weather

likes —

romance, flowers, stargazing, full moons, sunrises, storytelling, braiding hair, writing, healing the sick and injured, spending time with his daughters, autumn

fears —

losing stability/support/guidance, feeling unwanted/unloved, losing his children (and younger sister)

happiest memory —

the day he discovered he was pregnant with adeline five years ago, recently given birth to a six-month-old named odette. has started calling them his little ones, my loves, and my little doves.

fatal flaw —

internalizing trauma, ambrosia does not realize that what he finds normal are horrors for others. he simply pushes it to the deepest part of his mind, collecting dust and unable to heal properly.

background

abandoned as a toddler, yingsu grew up outside of willow wick with the help of low-life criminals and the occasional homeless person willing to help. it was a group effort. something he grew to appreciate growing up. it made him realize several things. despite people making bad choices, it goes to say that not everyone loses their humanity. life is troublesome. one of hardships and difficult decisions.

he grew up hungry with nothing more than paper-thin skin and bone. pickpocketing and stealing to survive. he became agile and quick-witted. of course, yingsu remained compassionate. taking care of the younger orphans who wandered the streets. It made those taking care of him that this was no life for a growing child. not unless they were willing to condemn him to a life of criminal activity.

and so they gave him up.

an elderly woman of greek descent came to care for the young child. she was a lonely woman with few kin who cared little to visit. and her only grandchild died of a terminal illness.

together, they forged a home. helping one another. yingsu grew to see her as his grandmother. and she grew to see him as her grandchild.

marianthi wove stories of legend and epic battles, fascinating yingsu. he grew to love classic literature and old poems like jane austen, alexandre dumas, william shakespeare, victor hugo, plato, sappho, and homer. it sparked his creativity. spending hours flipping through pages and playing in the dirt making mud pies and picking wild flowers for marianthi.

his love of tea stemmed from her as well. she never went anywhere without a cup of tea (even spending her retirement money on tea cups and saucers, she even ran out of room on her shelves). he grew to love her sweet, floral blends, usually accompanied by scones or cookies.

she even adopted him officially, giving him his name; ambrosia galanis.

as the years caught up to marianthi, ambrosia made sure she was comfortable, passing peacefully in her sleep. without direction and unable to stay in his childhood home. he packed up her valuables like her vast collection of books, teacups/saucers, memorabilia, and knitted blankets to follow a tug.

it led him to willow wick, strange, but fascinating. he met his late husband; beornwulf while finishing his associate’s degree in creative writing. a sweet romance with flowers and dates underneath the stars, it was no surprise when beornwulf moved in.

shortly after, ambrosia fell pregnant with adeline. it was everything the male dreamed of. a happy ending he craved desperately.

five years pass in willow wick, and ambrosia fell pregnant with odette when beornwulf died suddenly. unable to live in a home where he saw nothing but his husband, ambrosia packed some things with a promise to return to willow wick when his heart no longer felt heavy.

he gave birth to odette outside of willow wick, taking classes at a local university that dealt with ancient history, mythology, and classic literature. something to occupy his mind after the death of his husband. he even finished/started several fantasy romance novels, but was unable to bear the thought of publishing them, so they were left to collect dust in an old chest.

in the end, ambrosia returned to willow wick with adeline and odette. taking resident in their old home. and selfishly, ambrosia has yet to wash his husband’s dirty clothes or eat the last meal he made before his departure.

currently, ambrosia is finishing school online to become a legal physician—something to distract his mind with plans to open his own practice once he finishes. perhaps it is a hope that no one will have to grieve like him.

he is not a fully license doctor, ambrosia is well-equipped to handle minor injuries and basic colds with traditional medicine and acupuncture.

misc.

relationships —

an adoptive grandmother; marianthi galanis. a younger sister with the alias; nectar. his deceased husband; beornwulf. his oldest daughter of five years; adeline and his youngest of six months; odette.

pinterest—

click here

playlist —

click here

headcanons —

♡ he is most like iroh from avatar: the last airbender, dr. ellie sattler from jurassic park, legolas/aragorn from lord of the rings, violet baudelaire from a series of unfortunate events, luna lovegood from harry potter, shinobu kocho from demon slayer, killua zoldyck from hunter x hunter
♡ rose quartz symbolizes love, peace, and self-love (associated with the heart chakra).
♡ rose gold symbolizes romance, elegance, and luxury.
♡ peonies & stargazer lilies symbolize good fortune and hope for his foolish side that dares to dream about hopeless romances and fairytale endings that always end in bittersweet tragedies.
♡ assassin/greek maiden/aphrodite/renaissance aesthetic
♡ knowledgeable in the art of flower languages
♡ tends to be more sentimental/nostalgic, especially toward the various knick-knacks and memorabilia he possesses
♡ curious about the depths of nature and how we think/behave as individuals/society
♡ fantasy romance novelist/therapist/elementary teacher vibes
♡ exquisitely attuned to his thoughts and feelings
♡ enjoys people watching and with closest friends, ambrosia tends to ramble about what he’s noticed with several theories
♡ honored to listen to others and be of assistance, especially those who confide/trust him
♡ despite his well-worn mask, ambrosia internalizes people’s negativity, becoming vulnerable to depressive moods
♡ hopeless romantic
♡ ambrosia tries to remain optimistic, logically, he understands that life is not always seen through rose-colored glasses and happy endings. life is cruel. the strong survive and the weak perish. those who panic are bound to make careless mistakes. lessons well-learned.
♡ ambrosia prefers to enjoy spending his evenings with his books and plants than partying
♡ although warm-natured, ambrosia can be perceived as cold/aloof, especially when he has difficulty expressing internal emotions
♡ dreams of feeling safe/protected with the people he most cherishes
♡ strives for stability and peace of mind
♡ if his bottomless mind leads him astray, ambrosia becomes withdrawn and reactive, unable to communicate as his anxieties run wild
♡ thinks using logic, opting to use blunt words, but sometimes a situation may require a delicate touch
♡ soft/tender around children (extremely protective of babies)
♡ it may take him longer than normal to realize someone is flirting or using romantic advances.
♡ tries to be a grounded/stable figure in dire times with soft smiles and crinkled hues
♡ total mother hen and will manipulate others into doing self-care whether that’s helping them with cleaning, or making sure they’re eating/drinking
♡ ambrosia remains calm and level-headed during heated arguments since one cannot reason with stupidity
♡ though his timbre is soft, ambrosia speech is an old victorian style, often communicating in riddles
♡ house strongly resembles cottagecore with built-in bookcases and a million plants with children's toys and memorabilia scattered around in a warm, homey environment
♡ his five-year-old; adeline is currently going through a dinosaur phase
♡ every weekend, ambrosia allows adeline to have a small cup of homemade hot chocolate before bed while he drinks hot tea, reading one of adeline's favorite books.

 

[Gigglecake]

Role: Long-Term Resident

Name: Halima Kayet (a.k.a. Grand Lady)

Age: 62

Gender: Female

Appearance: Halima has brown skin with warm undertones and deep brown eyes. She has long, straight silver hair that is typically tied back in a ponytail with a glittering purple ribbon. She stands at about 5'3 with a slender build. Due to her age, she is wrinkled, but she looks good for her age. At least, she looks twenty or so years younger than most people her age. She has a confident and warm smile and knowing eyes. She believes in style AND comfort and wears clothes in accordance with this, typically purples and greens.

Occupation: Tailor

A Few Facts: Along with making clothes (sewing as well as knitting), Halima also enjoys fixing and making plushies for the children of Willowwick. She quilts as well.

She has a pet duckling named Leena.

 

[tsurene]

code by opaline

zoraida khoudary

a local potioneer

FC: elian amer marjieh (elyanna)

 

[miyabi]

Caspian Rogelio
Basilio

antique store owner & Historian

 

[.V1LLAINISM._]

PADRAIC QUINN.

# Local Barkeep & Minstrel

# Andrew Hozier Byrne

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[erzulie]

Angelica

# welcoming committee

# innkeeper

♡coded by uxie♡

❝ WITH LOVE, ALWAYS ❞​

NAME: Angelica Beau
AGE: 39 years old
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Demisexual
OCCUPATION: Retired Watcher & Inn keeper

✿ ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̥°̩̥‧̥·̊ ✿ °̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·‧̥·̊‧̥ ✿


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APPEARANCE: The kind of woman who enters a room and, without uttering a word, makes everyone feel like they belonged. Her presence is a quiet force, a gentle tide that pulls people in with its warmth and grace. She carries a beauty that is both striking and comforting, like the first rays of sunlight after a long night. Her full lips, often painted in soft hues of rose or left bare to reveal their natural richness, seem to hold a secret smile, as if she knows something wonderful about the world that no one else does. Her eyes—deep, warm, and flecked with gold—are the kind that can see straight into your soul, not to judge, but to understand. They are framed by laugh lines, delicate creases that speak of a life filled with joy, resilience, and countless moments of shared laughter.

She sports a crown of loose, cascading curls, each one catching the light like spun gold. Honey-colored highlights weave through the dark strands, giving her an almost luminous quality, as if she carries a piece of the sun with her wherever she went. She wears it effortlessly, sometimes pulled back into an elaborate updo , other times left to tumble freely over her shoulders, but always with an air of understated elegance.

A woman who oozes femininity. Her body was soft and inviting, a testament to the life she has nurtured and the love she has poured into her two children. Her curves are plush and full, a celebration of womanhood in its most authentic form. She views every dip and curve as a source of pride.

Angelique with a quiet confidence, her steps unhurried and deliberate, as though she has all the time in the world to savor each moment. There is a rhythm to her movements, a grace that seemed to say she was exactly where she is meant to be.

Her voice is a melody, rich and soothing, with a cadence that feels like a warm embrace. When she speaks, people listened—not because she demands it, but because her words carried a weight of kindness and wisdom. She has a way of making even the simplest conversation feel meaningful, her laughter a light, musical sound that could lift the heaviest of hearts.

Angelina’s warmth isn’t just in her smile or her words; it is in the way she holds space for others. She has a gift for making people feel seen, for finding the beauty in their imperfections and reflecting it back to them. She is a woman who has known both the depths of sorrow and the heights of joy, and it shows in the way she carries herself—with a quiet strength, an open heart, and an unshakable belief in the goodness of the world. To know her is to feel a little less alone, a little more loved. Angelina wasn’t just her name; it was her essence, a beacon of light and love in a world that often forgot how to shine.

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PERSONALITY: Angelique Beau is the kind of woman who makes you believe in the goodness of people. She has this way about her—a quiet, steady warmth that wraps around you like a soft blanket on a cold day. If you’re hurting, she knows it before you can even say a word. She shows up at your door with a pot of soup or a basket of muffins, her honey-highlighted curls framing her face like a halo, and just sit with you. No judgment, no rushing, just presence. That is Angelique. She doesn’t just care for people; she sees them, really sees them, in a way that makes them feel like they mattered.

Her love for her community is boundless. She is the one who organized fundraisers for those in need, who volunteers during times where the community must come together, who always seems to know when someone is struggling, even if they never say a word. Her home is a sanctuary, always open, always welcoming. The smell of something cooking , the sound of her children laughing in the next room, the way she’ll pour someone a cup of tea and listen like they were the only person in the world—it all makes them feel like they belong. She has this motherly way about her, not just with her own kids, but with everyone. She nurtures people, not just their bodies but their spirits, too.

And she’s smart—brilliant, really. Angelique has this insatiable curiosity about the world. She loses herself in books about history, science, philosophy, always eager to learn something new. But her intelligence isn’t just book-smarts; it was the kind of wisdom that comes from living deeply and loving fiercely. She has a way of cutting through the noise, of finding the heart of a problem and offering a solution that felt so obvious, you wonder why you hadn’t thought of it yourself. People seek her out for advice, not because she has all the answers, but because she knows how to ask the right questions.

Her femininity is something to behold. She moves through the world with a grace that seems effortless, her soft curves and gentle demeanor a celebration of her brand of womanhood in its purest form. She finds beauty in the everyday—a bouquet of wildflowers on the kitchen table, the way the light caught her children’s faces as they play, the feel of a well-worn book in her hands. She doesn’t need to try to be feminine; it was simply who she is, a quiet strength wrapped in tenderness.

But for all the light she brings to others, Angelique carries a shadow within her. Her husband, her first love, vanished years ago under circumstances no one could explain, sadly one of the risks taken as a Watcher. His absence is a wound that never healed, a question mark that hangs over her life. She never talks about it much, not even with her closest friends. Instead, she pours herself into her children, her community, her work—anything to keep the grief at bay. She gives so much of herself to others that sometimes it felt like there was nothing left for her. She smiles and says she’s fine, but those who knew her well could see the cracks in the facade. She still grieves, even if she doesn’t let herself feel it.

Angelique Beau is a woman of extraordinary depth, a tapestry of love and loss, strength and vulnerability. She is one of the many hearts of the community, a mother to all who need one, a beacon of light in a world that could feel so dark. But she is also human, with her own pain and struggles, her own need to be seen and held. Her journey is one of learning to balance her boundless compassion with the need to care for herself, to honor her grief as much as she honored her love. And in this journey, she is slowly, bravely, finding her way back to herself.

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WORDBANK: the smell of honeyed citrus, tonka bean, and cinnamon, the gentle sway of a porch swing, reading under warm sunlight, home cooked meals, sun dried cotton, laughing children, delicate laugh lines etched with joy, soft embraces, quiet yearning, written letters, fine jewelry, sunlight peeking through linen curtains, rising with the sun, picking out individual calls in the birdsong that starts in the forest every morning, river water flowing gently around ankles, the smell of fresh bread spread with butter and drizzled with honey, the bittersweet taste of blackberries sprinkled with sugar

 

[CrimsonInk]

code by opaline

Lottie Sweeney

❛ the dreamer ❜

a dream is a wish your heart makes (cover)

annapantsu

i always believe the impossible.

FC: Elle Fanning

 

[SillyString]

placeholder for Stella Briggs
children's author and illustrator
willowwick newcomer
fc: sally hawkins (Paddington 1 & 2)

 

[arthur morgan.]

grimoire renwick.

protector of all the creatures of the woods, seeker of the magical ones.

role:

the lonely shepard

fc:

name here

here comes the sun

it is the brightest star of them all ...

♡

♡

❀

ꕥ

 

[fluorescence]

the cowboy

fc: Jack O'Connell

Elijah "Bo" McKay

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[dreamgrlevil.]

hazel winslow

newcomer | photographer

fc. eliza scanlen

♡coded by uxie♡

BASICS
Name: Hazel Winslow
Age: Twenty-Two
Gender: Cis-Female (SHE/HER)
Role: Newcomer
Job: Photographer

APPEARANCE
Height: 5ft7
Build: Lithe, willowly, slim, used to do ballet
Hair: Strawberry blonde with a natural wave, falls just below her chest.
Eyes: Light green, usually squinting at someone or something
Distinguishable Traits: Covered in freckles all over, has a healed but still visible scar running from the base of her neck to the middle of her back
Face Claim: Eliza Scanlen

PERSONALITY
To some Hazel Winslow is considered a force, something to be reckoned with, a misunderstood, mysterious artist, a whirlwind of faberge babe and bad decisions that tears through places (and people) leaving nothing but destruction and disorientation in her wake. Others, those who keep their distance and objectivity see the picture a little clearer, a sort of half person, flakey and hellbent on her own ruination. Regardless of how she’s perceived , Hazel has always been resolute in her determination to live life on her own terms, impervious to the opinions and expectations of others. Her relentless self-sufficiency is fueled by a hard-earned shrewdness that allows her to navigate situations with unwavering resolve.

Her insatiable thirst for excitement and restless disposition means Hazel is never in the same place for too long, she’s often driven to impatience and impulsivity that regularly leads to rash decisions without any consideration of consequences. Her quick thinking and persuasive nature make her a natural leader, able to rally people to her cause with ease, while her uncanny ability to draw people out can be a strength, it does occasionally veer into intrusive territory. Hazel can be charming and engaging when it suits her, but there is a disingenuous side to her that can leave others feeling wary. Her aloof demeanor can create an air of distance and inaccessibility, even in her art, she regularly goes through fits of melancholy, where her work is flat and uninspired. Inconsiderate behavior is not uncommon, as she can become so singularly focused on her own goals and desires that she forgets to consider the needs and feelings of those around her.

Virtues: self-sufficient, adventurous, quick thinking, persuasive, adaptable, personable,
Vices: non-committal, aloof, disingenuous, inconsiderate, impatient, impulsive, nosy, guarded, selfish
Strengths: photography, composition, good sense of direction, braids hair really well.
Weaknesses: science, maths, anything with numbers and strict rules, long term commitment, cooking, feigning interest.
Fears: hospitals, rodents, confined spaces

HISTORY:
Background: Hazel came into the world kicking and screaming to a single mother who was barely eighteen. Young, troubled Lydia Stathan couldn’t take care of the houseplants in her shoebox apartment, never mind a temperamental, colicky baby girl. Somehow she held off until two months after Hazel's fifth birthday when she was dropped off at her grandparents' house with a kiss on the cheek and her blankie tucked under her arm.

As she grew up, Hazel struggled to pay attention in school but loved participating in academic pursuits outside of the classroom. She worshiped Nancy Drew and moved her way through her grandmother’s national geographics, and her grandfather’s Agatha Christie novels at alarming speed. At seven years old she was gifted her first camera, at 12 she entered her first photography contest, at fifteen she spent her summer volunteering in her high school art teacher’s small gallery, at seventeen her grandfather passed away, and at eighteen she applied to do visual art full time in college on the east coast.

Hazel spent her first semester of college partying, skipping class, ‘networking’ with any upper middle class art connoisseur she could get her hands on, and doing designer drugs with whichever group of people she had decided was interesting enough for her that week. But by Christmas break Hazel was feeling the same way about college as she had felt about elementary and high school, stuck, restless, and desperate to get out into the world. Just after new years, Hazel's grandmother died, and with nothing tying her to the city but a few college friends and a couple thousand dollars of inheritance in her pocket she dropped out of school and followed that unrest back across the country.

She’d like to say she chose Willowwick for the natural beauty and great weather but in reality her trusty Jeep she had inherited from her grandma finally petered out, as did the money. The fact that her father grew up near there was an odd coincidence she was trying not to take into too much consideration.