a haunted house!

[a ghost!]

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[a ghost!]

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[a ghost!]

── christopher young '──' call him kit! if you call hi
m christopher, and he' didn't tell' you to,' he will think h
e's in trouble ── cismale [he/him] ── twenty-six years o
ld,' his birthday is the 4th of april ── demisexual/demiro
mantic ── five foot eight [172 cm] with the body of a fig
hter,' light brown hair and dark brown eyes ── british-am
erican

── a basic rundown for a scrappy fighter. he isn't above
throwing a chair at his opponents. to be organized but i
wanted to throw up all the general information [sorry for
the mess]

── a fighter. there's always a scrape or scratch on him
somewhere, but if that's from fighting or another dumb
stunt of his is up for debate ── because there's a LOT of
dumb stunts of his. a thrill-seeker that loves the feeling
of his blood pumping ── an open book. he doesn't hide
his emotions very well, if at all, and he feels all of his
emotions very intensely. a condensed ball of messy
thoughts and feelings ── being a hot-head doesn't help
him either. he's easy to tease because it's easy to get
under his skin, and he isn't one to ever turn down a
direct challenge/bet or anyone looking for a fight ──
way too stubborn for his own good, and his own pride

just won't let him back down from anything, even if it's clear he's losing ── he deals with all of his negative emotions by throwing himself into his training [or kicking a trashcan. sometimes both] ── WAY too confident for literally no good reason. most of his ideas don't work out well for him, but that doesn't stop him from thinking they will ── just as bad as expressing all of his big feelings as he is at hiding them. if he's full of emotion, all that will come out of his mouth are disjointed thoughts and stammers. resorts to caveman grunting ── you can tell when he's embarrassed because his ears will go bright red ── "EXCUSE ME he asked for no pickles" energy ── just like everything else he feels, he puts 100% of himself into the love and care he feels for the people close to him. he'd fight the sun if it looked at his pack the wrong way ── you can't say he isn't passionate at least ── but a truly terrible team player. there's maybe one or two people in this pack that he really listens to without any kind of pushback ── wip!!!

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── nicolas serrano’s the name, but that's nic to you! ── he is 100% giving you a nickn
ame. sorry, that's just how it is. why don't you give him one too? he'd love one or two!
── cismale [he/him] ── twenty-four years old,' his birthday is november twenty-four
th ──' bisexual/biromantic '──' six foot [184 cm] with a swimmer's body '──' a surfer!
he started surfing when he was a kid.
he doesn't look like it, but he's very flexible and well-coordinated ── like
ly one of the first things you'll notice about him is how social he is, he likes making fri
ends,' and he's good at it,' too. there's always a smile on his face '──' it's easy to make
him laugh, a good sense of humor but not always an appropriately timed one '──' sarc
astic in a blunt, serious-sounding way ──' easygoing. he's just here to have fun, and it
shows in everything he does ──

── he can come off as sorta abrasive but if u ask him what he thinks he'll tell u, bc why
would u ask otherwise? ── no filter in general ── really observant, he'll take the time
to be quiet and notice things if he wants to, & that's not a lot. he'd probably be good at
problem solving if he applied himself but he won't ── he'll just suggest smth really out
there because he wants to see if it'd work (it doesn't) ── will jump off or flip over any
thing if he thinks it'd be fun, v impulsive and gets hurt a lot in dumb ways ── impatient,
thrives off of instant gratification ── commitment issues in everything he does but if u
need him for smth, he's there for u. careless sometimes but there's no malicious intent
── it's hard to tell when he's sad or smth bc he'll just down play it as one big joke. brute
forces his way through emotions ── if there's a dark, scary tunnel he won't volunteer to
go first and guard u but he will princess carry u directly into danger w him ── when he's
comfy with u he'll lean on u ── his arm/chin on ur shoulder, his chin on ur head while he
hugs u, just lean on u ── wip!!!

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── mammon; a nickname that means "riches" ── it isn't his real name, but it's the na
me he will tell to people when they want it. there is no last name to tell ── demimal
e [he/they] ──' twenty-five years old, his birthday is march 23 '── demisexual/demir
omantic ── 6'0" [183 cm] tief
ling with a toned body and miscellaneous scars ── he has the tail, pointed ears and t
eeth, and horns of a tiefling ── chaotic neutral ── mammon, true to his nickname, i
s greedy. a love for money and everything it can buy for him. materialistic, yes, but can y
ou blame him? money talks ── and they want more and more of it. gold, silver, coppe
r; whatever's shiny. and they don't care what they have to do to have it ── they won't
have it for long, though. a gambler. the chips on the table. he can stop, he will tell you.
but would he want to?

── a poker face. it's hard to tell what he's feeling when he doesn't want you to. when
he does, though, he's exaggerated with it. expressive ── prepare for trouble! ── a sw
eet talker. he'll tell people what they want to hear, whatever it is if it helps him get
what he wants. shameless, but what's shame going to get you? ── and if talking doesn
't work for him, he'll take what he wants and then turn his tail and run.

── charismatic and knows it. he'll bluff his way out of any and everything he get himself into. points saying "what's that?" and he's already down the block ── good at talking and distractions, lying too ── fast and sneaky. sneak attack, run away. i can dash, it's okay. does flips and gymnastics on the regular and loves to scare people ── cheeky and laid back. it's all fun and games to him, except for actual fun and games. those he'll take seriously ── he can't lose; he won't let himself. competitive. and if what he's doing isn't a competition, he can turn it into one ── his love language is poking fun and teasing ── not a fan of physical affection or touch, but if he's close enough to you he'll initiate it himself. otherwise he'll avoid it if he can ── trust issues and teamwork issues. he can't share and he WON'T share. argumentative and bumps heads with people a lot ── he'll do things the way he thinks they should be done, won't wait for a plan. even if his way doesn't work. the best way is the fastest + most fun way sorry ── wip!!

[a ghost!]

──' christopher young;' but that was his name when he was a"""
prince.' his new name is wolf cub, or cub ── cismale, his pro"""'
nouns are he/him ──' demisexual/demiromantic '── the' age"""'
of twenty, his birthday is august 15 ── 5'10" with a thin─' but"""'
strong '─body,' hair that is light brown,' and eyes that are dar"""'
k brown ── from the day the wolf cub was born, he was born
to be everything a prince should be. and not a prince, but ever
ything a prince of the fenrir family should be. with the eyes of
the king and queen watching, his childhood was not a childhood
at all; instead, it was molding him for his adulthood. day to day,
from learning how to fight with a sword in the morning to learn
ing how to ride a horse in the afternoon, with time to learn how
to dance in the evening- it's a wonder there was time at all to
learn how to read and write in the library in the middle of the
night ── but to try and mold a person is to try and sculpt the
person like you would sculpt a ball of clay, turning the person
into something unrecognizable in the end from the person in
the beginning. and for the wolf cub, it is to be sculpted into
the image of the king and queen, into the image of the crown
prince of the kingdom. and, running from the castle and into
the woods, the cub was turned into something unrecognizable,


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but the him he did not recognize was maybe the most honest him. kind of misshapen, a ball of clay
fallen off of the table, but honest, and left to shape himself into the image of himself, of someone he
wants to be ── a bottle of all of his own emotions, there was no place in the castle to let them show.
to cry was to leave himself vulnerable to people that would see it as a weakness, and to laugh until
he snorted was to lower the position of the royal family with his unseemly nature. but now, outside of
the castle and his title as the prince, that bottle of emotions is shaking like a soda can, and there is no
one to have to hide them from ── but, not used to showing them or really getting to fully feel them,
he all of a sudden feels them strongly, and his emotions feel too big for his chest. howling laughter
that's too loud for any situation, or broad gesturing with his arms in anger or in emphasis, crying
because the sky is beautiful and the grass is soft under his feet. everything is new to him and god,
everything is beautiful to him ── the ghost of his upbringing is with him all of the time. it is haunting
his manner of walking when he is holding his head up high and walking with all of the grace of when he
is dancing, and it is haunting his manner of talking when it is well-mannered and tailored to the person
he is talking to, but there is a kind of distance from him. he is everything he was born to be, inside of
the castle and outside. and it scares him. the roots of his family tree strangle him from the inside out
── in the forest, he is alive. there is no end to the energy and curiosity for the world that fills him,
and though there is a lot of it that the cub doesn't know, there isn't any of it that he isn't going to try
and learn. with no knowledge of something to think about and assess a situation with, he will run
headfirst into it and learn it himself, and has a habit of offering himself up to do chores that he
knows how to do in theory, but not at all in practice. maybe he'll burn a pot or two, maybe he'll gather
poison ivy. maybe he'll burn poison ivy? ── battling the feeling inside of himself that he is a coward
for running, that leaving his position as the prince before his coming-of-age ceremony will do only
harm, and with the feeling that he is selfish for staying with the group despite that. he isn't ready to
go back, and he doesn't want to leave the group yet. he will leave claw marks in the surface of the
earth to stay with them if he has to ── if his home isn't back at the castle, with the king and queen
and a crown on top of his head, then he's really hoping that he's found his home with the others
here, nothing but the wind and stray leaves in his hair. he will do anything for them, though it can be
hard to show that through stilted speech that's still a little too formal and laughter that's a lot too
loud ── he doesn't know who he is yet. a misshapen lump of clay that's trying to shape himself into
the image of the people that he loves, and with a fear of letting those same people down with who
he is, or who he ends up being. but today he is dancing in the rain, and he is wholly, undoubtedly alive

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