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I'll put important stuff over here.

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For sure.

Hi folks! Thank you so much for joining me in
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and can't wait to write with y'all!

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𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 Vanya stands at 5'10, willowy and
statuesque. When she moves, it is with an
unwavering grace - all stiffness was trained
out when she was little, but in those rare
moments of uncertainty, her poise crumbles
into stilted movements as though she has just
remembered the awkward length of her limbs.

Her features are a striking combination of icy
tones, with the moonlight woven into her hair
and cerulean eyes that the oceans themselves
would envy. Still, she does nothing to accentuate
these features, wanting instead for anonymity,
invisibility. To that end, her hair is
commonly worn in a neat, tight bun, and she
rarely goes without her glasses when in a town.

Her wardrobe is sparse at best - a casualty of
constant travel - and she is most comfortable in
her simple all-black attire. Though, she does
have one faded blue sweater that makes a
regular appearance. Vanya smells of a crisp minty
scent, though not very strongly - nothing about
her lingers once she is gone.

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 Vanya is an observer,
first and foremost; a woman only
truly herself in the silence of
solitude. Her job of living behind
a lens fits her to a tee - removed
from the world around her, she
slips in and out of environments
with ease, never lingering, never
forming attachments. She's not
cold, per se, more guarded,
relying more on the impeccable
manners of the gentry rather than
inherent charm. People come and
go from her life with such frequency,
it is simply easier to not give them
a chance to take a piece of her
when they inevitably leave.

And that's the crux - Vanya's kindness
runs deep, but so does her sensitivity,
her vulnerability. Far better to
hide behind a lens, to run to the wild,
than to risk another hurt. It is in
solitude that Vanya shines, a silent
confidence in her work consuming
her with an undeterrable drive. Once
she has an idea, she will chase it to
any end. Like a river, Vanya does not
get caught on obstacles, on conflicts
- why waste the energy when moving
on, finding a new path is far easier?
She can't abide stagnation, and hasn't
stayed in any one place for more than
two months since she first was able to
leave home.

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name Vanya Barnes
goes by Vanya
age 28
gender female
role visitor
job photographer

+ traits quietly kind,
observant, quick
witted, driven
- traits skittish,
haughty, quiet,
untrusting

likes new places
traveling alone,
spiced or pickled
foods, hand knit
clothes, and
foggy mornings
dislikes bullies
in any form, being
forced to skip a
meal, knowledge
bring kept under
wraps/inaccessible,
open water

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funeral, was just a bit too
little for such big things to
linger, but she does
remember leaving the
manor. Remembers being
taken in by her mother's
brother, Edward. A duke. He
was the one who raised her -
or rather his staff did the
raising. He did handshakes
in place of a hug, professional
acknowledgments instead of
birthday cards. Over time
she grew to appreciate his
frank nature - it was better
not to pretend.

𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 Vanya hasn't known
anyone to tell her history to
for a long while now, but
when she does it is in a flat
voice. No embellishing, no
joy, no anger - flat, factual,
objective. Like it is someone
else's story, not her own. She
was born to two loving
parents - who were greatly
loved in turn. Members of
aristocracy, they enjoyed all
that life had to offer until
they died suddenly. She was
told it was a boat crash.
She doesn't remember the

Academics were never a struggle, but never a joy either. It was only
once Anya tried to run away that she found her true joy. She'd been
entertaining the ideas of a grand adventure for some time, and
when she was thirteen she set about achieving that adventure in
earnest. She never even made it to the edge of the estate before
getting truly lost in the woods on the edge of the grounds, and was
forced to spend a night under the stars. Sleeping inside never sat
well with her again - not a unseen world growing, scratching,
living right outside. Vanya remained in that cavernous house
until she was old enough to leave, and though she wrote nearly every
day, she only returned once or twice. She quickly found work as a
photographer, and hasn't stopped running since.

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𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 Ilion is, in a word, sturdy. Well
over six feet (not counting the horns), he moves
with the smooth unbroken gait and almost
feline grace of a well-trained weapon, belying
the power of his physique. Among strangers,
his charm is practiced ease, a perfect picture
of animated cheer meant to draw a target in.
But among the few he counts as friends, his
smile feels vacant, a hollow imitation of joy.

Ilion's features are typical for that of a daemon
born, monotone hues of a deep violet. His hair
is a deep steel blue, streaked with shades of
amethyst only teased out in the right light. A
smattering of scars dot his face and body, with
a notable burn on his hands. His jaw is marked
with a streaked tattoo, and though not a
prideful creature, Ilion adorns himself with
five silver piercings in his ears. His favored
features are the horns that rise above his
brow, and his ridged tail.

Ilion sports well worn leather garbs that,
despite obvious ageing, are remarkable
pieces of craftsmanship and embellished
with an intricate embroidery.

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 It is hard to say for
certain what, or rather who
Ilion truly is. He is what the moment
needs of him - a performer, an
assassin, a soldier, a guide. He slips
from one guise to the next, his
charm carrying him through life
with a well practiced smile - it is
easy enough to cover what lies
beneath with a charming
compliment and a quick distraction.
Because for his seeming good nature,
clever quips, and amicable attitude,
at his core Ilion is near breaking.
The years have not been kind, and
have ground him into something he
cannot look at head on.

Ilion would say or do anything to
survive, anything to find what he has
lost - he is haunted by the ghost of a
happier past. He holds no lies about
being a truly good person, or
deserving of the family that he
desperately chases, but still he tries.
In all things he places himself first,
and even if his actions serve a greater
good, it is all to meet his own ends.
Perhaps this is why he loathes praise,
never feels it is warranted. And now,
as his goals are further away than
ever, that impeccable charm might
begin to slip, might begin fade to
true desperation - a smile can only
take you so far, and Illion won't settle
for 'half-way there'.

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name Ilion Exbus
goes by Lio
age 31
gender male
role daemon
job rogue

+ traits charming,
witty, resilient,
keen observer
- traits dishonest,
flexible morals,
self-serving

likes high perches,
rowdy taverns,
puzzles, any food
cooked over an
open fire, and
cloudless nights
dislikes quiet
loneliness, not
having a say,
naiveite as an
adult, and the
smell of ocean
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guard, Ikros and Pelias
shared the ambition of
opening an armory, but
it was Calix who dreamed
the biggest. It was Calix
who pursued power to
whatever end. And it was
Calix who fell in with the
wrong crowd, wracking up
debts he could never hope
to pay. Debts that got their
home burned with their
mother and Calix still
trapped inside. And debts
the shackled Ilion to a life
of horrors in exchange for
his remaining family's
freedom. There was no
real choice to be made.

𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 There aren't many
who now Ilion's story - the
edges of it have even
gotten hazy in his own
mind, fraying like a garb
worn one too many times.
The eldest of four brothers,
Ilion's childhood was a
perfect one. Or perfect to
him. Raised by their mother,
their lives weren't gilded in
riches, but love was never
hard to come by. They had
complete freedom,
oaming the streets of their
city in the company of each
other. As they grew, so did
their ambitions - Ilion
longed to become a city

The training was what broke Ilion first. For years he was honed into
a weapon that could be whatever, whoever was demanded of him -
it was during this time that he found his easiest path towards
survival. To give his debtors nothing they could use against
him, no cries, no pleading, only a charming smile and witty
comment to keep him in their favor. When Ilion was at last deemed
ready for use, he was broken anew. In the name of gold, greed,
and power he committed horrors. The truth of what he'd done and
what had been done to him clamped onto him like a vice that he
can never shake, seeping into his bones like poison. But debts are
hard to pay, and Ilion has work yet to be done.

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Harper was born in the next town over from S
nowfell, but when she was three years old, her
parents purchased one of the local lodges so th
ey could run it as an inn, and all the life she ca
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was younger, it was a magical place: the lit-up,
snowy winters, and quiet summers spent explo
ring the valley that seemed endless. In their s
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𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEllis
𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙎 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhuman
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𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 xxxxxx xxxdemifemme
𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙎 xxxxxxxxxshe/they
𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉xxxxxxxxbisexual

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𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙊𝙉xxxxxxxxxxxxcool
𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙍 xxxxxxxxxxxhoney brown
𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 xxxxxxxxxx xxxdeep blue

𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀xxcoffee & vanilla
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ds. The kind you might call your soul-people, who
just always seem to be there, who understand yo
u without you having to explain all that much. Th
e four of them went through all of primary school
and high school together — that was, until senior
year. They shouldn't have been at the ravine in th
e first place, but there was a party, and in that p
arty, someone dared their friend Neil to walk the

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edge. Harper can't even remember who it was. T
here was a freak accident, he slipped, fell into t
he waters at the bottom of the ravine, and went
under. The searches went on for weeks, but they
never found him. After that, what was left of the
group fell apart. One left for college, another jus
t to get out of Snowfell. Harper was the only one
who stayed, stuck in a place where everyone kno
ws her face and shows her pity. It's... unpleasant.

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It's become a habit for Harper to spend
most of her time by themself, often feel
ing like none of the people who knew her
before understand her anymore. To be f
air, it's like her personality changed ove
rnight after the accident. They've gone
from carefree to melancholy, from adve
nturous to solitary. Her life is mostly wo
rk now, writing puff pieces for the local
newspaper, like it's a tourist advertisem
ent — which, well, it kind of is.

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𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙏𝙎 xx it isn't the easiest for Harper t
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𝙉𝙀𝙐𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙇 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙏𝙎 xx Harper is thoughtful, be it use
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𝙉𝙀𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙏𝙎 xx melancholy, sometimes to the
point of depressive, and there are times when noth
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𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLeitner

𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙎 xxxxxxxxxxxxxwerewolf
𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙀 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxfaekin

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𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 xxxxxxxx xxxcisfemale
𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙎 xxxx xxxxxxshe/her
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𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙊𝙉xxxxxxxxxxxxfair
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𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 xxxxxxxxxx xxxpale green

𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀xxxx xxsandalwood
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Erika was born under a lunar eclipse, on a freezing night,
in a backwater village that likely no longer exists. Since sh
e was a baby, it was clear to her parents that there was s
omething different about her, but until she entered her te
ens, they weren't sure what. Then her first transformatio

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𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓❜𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆?

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n took place on a full moon's night, and afterwards, her pa
rents were no longer confused, but afraid. In spite of this,
they did their best to protect her, until they no longer coul
d. For a long time, Erika hasn't had a choice. One part of
this is obvious — her curse-bound nature — but when she w

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓

𝑰 𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 !

𝘋𝘖 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘈𝘋𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛
⤷ 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘛 ⤶

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─── “ 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌'𝘚 𝘈 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘙𝘜𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘝𝘐𝘊𝘌 ”

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as seventeen, her family fell into debt, and she knew it was beca
use of her, how they'd tried to keep her hidden. In order to pay
off their debtors, she revealed her nature, and was dragged in
to the conflict with the daemons, forced to play soldier, the fae
kin's very own attack dog. Eight years of this, before she was fr

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃

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ee, and with that hope-filled horizon keeping her goi
ng, she had maybe expected too much from her futu
re. Because the moment she became free, she was s
hunned. Unwanted anywhere, driven out of any town
she set foot into. She is dangerous, she knows this.
But was it too much to ask for a little kindness? In th
e years since, she has lived the life of a drifter, ofte
n sleeping rough in the wilds, searching for a way to
free herself from her curse. Entering that portal in
Everwinter and landing in a realm without magic sho

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𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄

𝑰❜𝑽𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑺𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓

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uld have been her cure, but it wasn't. Now the people of Snowfell
are stuck with her, and possess no magic to bind the beast once i
t wills to show itself. Even they must sense that there is somethin
g animalistic in her eyes, something unsettling and dangerous.

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𝑰❜𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒛

𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞❟ 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞

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With how life has treated her thus far, Eri
ka has the social skills of a stray dog. Her
temperament is mercurial, flipping easily
from fear of herself to hostility toward th
e world that is so averse to her. She still h
opes to, at the very least, gain control of
her shadowed side, and in aid of this que
st, it might benefit her to learn how to tr
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[Ashton_99]

≪•◦❈FRIENDLY • DETERMINED • TRUSTING❈◦•≫
Callum is an easy guy to underestimate. He's friendly and quick to trust, seemingly the most gullible guy in the world with all the bite of an overgrown puppy. And, well, he is all of those things. Most of the time at least. But, he's also a very hardworking person. Determination and a deep-seeded steadiness are two of his most prevalent traits. He's smart when he actually takes the time to think, but more often than not Callum chooses to rely on instinct and feeling. Due to caring for his younger sister and working to keep his family's bakery afloat, Callum is an understanding and reliable man.

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XXXXLocal Baker|30|He/Him|6'0"
XXXXBrown Hair|Dark Brown Eyes
XXXXXXDOB August 9th|Scruffy
XXXSmells of cinnamon and sugar
XXXLikes: Flowers, dogs, warm fire,
XXXXhockey, writing, woodworking
XXXXDislikes: Open water, finance
XXXXXXHas a cat named Pike
XXXXXXXXFC: Eoin Macken
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Born and raised in Snowfell, Callum knows the land like the back of his hand.
His parents owned and ran 'MacKenna's Bakery'. He grew up learning family recipes, helping at the shop,
and growing in to a fine young man. He often spent his time looking after his much younger sister.
Overall, Callum had a happy childhood, there were bumps, financial hardships with the bakery,
but he grew up surrounded by love. Initially, Callum went away to college on a hockey scholarship to
study English. He wanted to peruse his passions and be able to help support his family. But, fate came
knocking, as it always does. An accident took both his parents in a single night. Callum had to give up
his dreams of being a writer to come back to Snowfell and take care of his sister in the midst of their grief.
With hard work he kept the bakery afloat and just recently his baby sister has gone off to college.

[Ashton_99]

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XX✔ pos // – neutral // ✘ neg
XXX❤ romantic // ★ friendly
XX☆ acquaintance // ♧ dislike
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XXHarper_____local –/ –
XX- ●○○○○○○○○○○ +
XXElwin_____local–/ –
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XXVanya_____visitor –/ –
XX- ●○○○○○○○○○○ +
XXVincent_____visitor –/ –
XX- ●○○○○○○○○○○ +
XXUnknown_____visitor –/ –
XX- ●○○○○○○○○○○ +

XXErika_____faekin –/ –
XX- ●○○○○○○○○○○ +
XXHyacinth_____faekin –/ –
XX- ●○○○○○○○○○○ +
XXRaoul_____faekin –/ –
XX- ●○○○○○○○○○○ +

XXIlion_____daemon –/ –
XX- ●○○○○○○○○○○ +
XXAdelaide_____daemon –/ –
XX- ●○○○○○○○○○○ +
XXKal_____daemon –/ –
XX- ●○○○○○○○○○○ +
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≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫
“𝒜𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉.”
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His younger sister is named
Shannon. She is eleven years
younger than Callum. Found
his cat Pike out behind the
bakery. She is a brown tabby.
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[idky,]

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𝕰𝚕𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝕮𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎
( 𝒶.𝓀.𝒶.・𝓂𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓎-𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓎 )
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full name⤵
elwin j. craye
(students') nickname⤵
mr. cray-cray
age⤵
27
place of birth⤵
snowfell
gender & s.o.⤵
male, gay
occupation⤵
high school english teacher
is⤵
a procrastinating hard-worker
tries to stay⤵
authoritative & sane
isn't⤵
cold-hearted or well-rested
loves⤵
good grammar & good company
hates⤵
being disrespected/ignored
fears⤵
being a failure or an impostor
faceclaim⤵
bdg
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"yes, i'm the dentists' son" became elwin's way
of saying "hi" as soon as he could walk & talk.
being the town's dentists' only child wasn't...
hard, exactly. just rather isolating. other kids
at school would shun him after learning he'd
been born to demons. his science teachers
had high expectations of him he never could
fulfill. he was an awful student, really. elwin
just wanted to be alone to get lost in a book.

fresh out of uni, english literature degree in
hand, he could have moved anywhere. yet he
chose not to. somehow, he was drawn back
to snowfell & decided he would become the
teacher he had needed growing up. living
next door to his now retired & aging parents,
he's making a conscious effort to be noticed
for his own merits. look, he does love & care
for his parents, but it's also true he's always
been overshadowed by them; other snowfell
townfolk barely knew elwin even existed for
most of his whole life, unless of course, he
said the magic words: "i'm the dentists' son".

elwin knows almost every one in snowfell -
their work & family, their tooth problems...
but has few of what one would call "real
friends". maybe, just maybe, there's some
one out there, way out there? who would
like to get to know him a little bit better too.
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[ 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙... &𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 ]

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name. hyacinth dahlia thyamis nicknames. her siblings and close frien
ds will often call her cinthy 'age. appears twenty-one dob. may 27th z
odiac. gemini gender. cisfemale, she/her sexuality. 'bisexual/romant
ic species. faerie hair colour. midnight blue eye colour. dark brown s
kin tone. ivory height. 5'3 or 160cm build. slender and boney 'piercin
gs. regular lobe piercings tattoos. none other. pointy ears!! personal
ity. an elusive socialite born within the unseelie court, never one to st
ay in one spot. first, she'd only travel to other fae courts, 'then 'as 'she
grew older and more bored of the same old 'from 'the 'fae 'nobles, 'she
would stray further into other realms. she's seen all walks of life throu
ghout her travels, and with how chatty she is, it'd come as no 'surprise
that she makes friends everywhere she goes. comes off as friendly wit
h an inborn need to gossip, but she also doesn't take many things in lif
e very seriously, because with how much she's in and out of 'certain 're
alms, these things are but fleeting experiences to her, 'never 'truly 'aff
ecting her life. she doesn't like to be tied down anywhere, or 'form 'an
y strong emotional bonds lest she's swayed to stay in a realm. most 'of
the people she would call her friends are very 'surface-level 'and 'shall
ow friendships, people she can go to if there's any new gossip about, i
nvolving herself in these people's lives almost indirectly before disapp
earing and moving on. she tries to appear as a calm person, but her 'e
motions tend to be fickle if not under control. she's 'easily 'upset, 'but
with her years in the fae courts, where personal insults 'are 'a 'commo
n form of communication, hyacinth has learned to hide it behind a sm
ile and a witty quip back. deeply uncomfortable with sincerity and int
imacy, she's never had a proper relationship in her life, and in 'all 'hon
esty they scare her a little bit. she's only made for 'gossip 'and 'playful
banter with others, and doesn't enjoy the idea of knowing people 'dee
ply and in turn, them knowing her deeply. because where's the 'fun 'in
that? her mother has told her to stop running away 'from 'anyone 'who
shows any interest in her, but she knows if she did that then she'd 'onl
y hurt someone's feelings by leaving soon after. skillful at averting fro
m the truth. since she can't physically lie as a fae, she has a way to 's
pin her words in a way that won't fully reveal the truth but also won't
have her lying. some would call it manipulative but she just thinks 'sh
e's good with her words, and if people can't see past her then that's o
n them. however will generally avoid getting on the bad side of 'peop
le as it just creates hassle that she has no time for. doesn't mean 'she
hasn't accidentally made people 'angry 'before, 'wherein 'she 'will 'pro
mptly make her leave and never come back. master of 'avoidance 'an
d '''running '''away '''from '''her ''''problems ''''and ''''their ''''consequences.
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Adelaide is a vampire, but she isn't
your typical dark and moody vampire.
While she does prefer to dress in dark
clothes for the aesthetic, she isn't
gloomy at all. She is polite, raised to
be well-mannered. While she isn't the
most outgoing, she definitely leans
more towards that than antisocial.
She's a hopeless romantic, emphasis
on the hopeless. She's often clueless
about others intentions and feelings,
even if they're extremely obvious. She
dreams of having the perfect life and
growing old with a family, something
that her vampiric nature has been in
the way of. Lucky her, then!

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name.......Adelaide Russet
nickname..................Ed
role..................Daemon
species..............Vampire
pronouns............she/her
age............twenty-seven
s.o...................bisexual
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f.c..........Anya Taylor-Joy
height.....................5'9
hair...................auburn
eyes................dark red
scent..............rosemary

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Adelaide had what could've been described as a "perfect" little family, it was her,
her parents, and her sister Estelle. Adelaide was the younger sibling by a few
years. Growing up, Adelaide watched how in love her parents were and it inspired
her. She wanted to have that same love, and raise a family as perfect as theirs.
It wasn't until she was older that she realized that this was not the case, when
her parents split up. They'd been together for over ten years, and apparently
this was too long. Watching this unfold inspired Adelaide's fear of being
abandoned once it got to be too long. This fear was increased tenfold, due to
her and her sister growing apart as they aged. Adelaide became convinced that
her being an immortal vampire would make it so she's always alone, as people
would get sick of her after too long. Even those who would live just as long as
her, as evidenced by her family. She began travelling a lot in her twenties, trying
to find people who would stay with her despite the longevity of their lives. She
has no idea how long this will take her, or where she'll settle down, but she
doesn't want to give up on her childhood hope.
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+ compassionate . romantic . polite
- clueless . naive . clingy
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✓ Ed is a hopeless romantic, she
always sees love even when its
not there. Red is her favourite
colour, so she paints her nails
red constantly.
✗ Ed has a bad habit of being
too clingy, because she has a
fear of abandonment. She's
afraid of living forever and never
finding a purpose, so losing her
powers is basically a blessing.
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