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[`silver]

▌ welcome! this is my 'lil rp storage. please do not steal my characters and do not post here!
▌ my name is silver, but you can call me silva if you wish.
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▌ Those whose memories fade, seek to carve them in their hearts.
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▌ I feel myself growing colder by the second, the world is falling away
▌ ──and yet I can't help but feel like I've never been more alive.

[`silver]

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑
001 daciana hale, goes by silver 002 twenty-five 003 cisfemale, she/her 004 demisexual/rom. 005 five foot five 006 dark brown hair 007 dark brown, almost black eyes 008 athletic yet petite frame 009 lightly tanned, scars along her back, chest and arms 010 gin + cedarwood 011 role fc blanca soler
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The feeling of being trapped in the husk of a human shell has haunted her since her youth. Upon gazing at her surface, Silver seems to be the quiet, innocent type of girl but if you offer her more than a glance, she gives off a rather brooding—almost intimidating—aura. Many would consider her to be too lacking in emotion or perturbingly observant. The latter comes from her inability to genuinely maintain positive sentiment therefore the majority of her responses or actions are done in a calculative manner, sourced by logic rather than reactivity. Her disposition is normally rather reserved, her words coming off as cold or blunt to most, but in warming up to someone they may be able to see past her rougher exterior to find a more amusing person. At times she’s selfless—her thoughts stopping altogether to willingly lend a helping hand to a stranger before easing back into reticence. Should she grow close to others, she’ll to go out of her way to ensure their well-being as well as protect them in times of need without regard for the consequences that may result for herself. She tends to internalize her pain and conflicting emotions, maintaining a mental fortitude that renders her unfazed by many variables that could otherwise trigger others. There’s a sense of child-like naivety and wonder within her though, especially when faced with new things that can bring on that awe-struck state. Tucked away in the depths of her heart, she conceals a warmth to be shared with only those that dare to draw close and should you venture that closely to her figurative sun then you've won a place with her forever. Nonetheless, there is always a constant darkness brewing in her as she struggles to find the real balance between her tie to humanity and what she feels she really is. A product of her environment, placed into a world that’s far larger than any person could ever come to fully ascertain into spoken word and struggling on the same path — hinting at a lonely existence. The manner in which she expresses herself beckons towards restraint, as if she never fully reveals what's on her mind nor allows it to reflect in her graceful, almost gliding gait. Whereas most people hold the present in their hands, clinging desperately to what’s before them, she stays up thinking about what could be and should there be a drive to make it a reality (especially for the sake of someone else), be certain her hidden ambition will make it out to be so.

[`silver]

𝐋𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄
001 luana farine 002 thirty-two 003 cisfemale, she/her 004 demisexual/rom. 005 five foot seven 006 pale golden blonde, light-brown highlights 007 chestnut brown eyes, hazel flecks 008 lithe build 009 lightly tanned; scars on her hands and arms 010 floral notes + musk 011 role
fc deniz isin
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Luana is of a very complex nature, to say the least. To fully understand her personality, you'd simply have to watch the way she interacts with the places and people around her. You would have to watch the way she talks, the way she walks, perhaps even the way she changes her expressions. Only then could someone even begin to have an idea of how her mind might work. But to skirt the surface, it's very easy to dub her kindly with friends yet sharply alert and fierce. However, she isn't half so trusting as she is trustworthy. To those around her, she can come off as bright and cheery, always one to offer a hearty laugh at any horrid joke. But to those closer to her, it's easier to see the not too well hidden cracks in her dubious facade. Behind the quickly fading mask, she hides a number of things. Her pain, her fear. The rocky inner shell that conceals the bittersweet feelings so well. But by barricading them off from the rest of the world, they duplicate and grow—pushing and straining against their boundaries, aching to be heard, to be acknowledged—sometimes to near insanity. These things are almost dormant to those outside her. A hint of something here, a flash of pain crossing her features before contorting into a passive stone-like expression, is all they see.

[`silver]

𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐖𝐄𝐈
001 zinnia shǒuwèi 002 twenty-seven 003 cisfemale, she/her 004 demisexual/birom. 005 chinese-american
006 five foot five 007 pale gray eyes, stormy when irritated 008 petite, but can probably lift you 009 lightly
tanned, pales easy 010 marzipan + rose 011 medic fc liu shishi
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Zinnia is a soft-spoken woman with a gentle heart, but a firm hand. She’s normally stern, giving multiple impressions and facades ranging from cold and unyielding to blunt or indifferent. She takes her role as a medic seriously, but not out of pride for what she does, but simply because it’s what she can do best. It's all she knows. Her easily trusting persona causes a lot of inner turmoil that can easily distract her from the task at hand, stirring up doubts and memories that more often than not have her doing things on her own rather than relying on others to do it for her ironically enough. She tends to forget about her own needs for the sake of others such as skipping meals so someone else can be fed or taking up lookout positions when a heist is afoot. Her heart is made of gold, but the blunt words that can leave her mouth normally label her as “uncaring”. Despite her not beating around the bush, when she speaks, she’s usually heard. Her help is offered forwardly, but whether or not the others are willing to really sit down and accept her healing is up to them - she hasn’t the time to waste on unruly patients unless they’re in mortal danger. As a result of her past, she forgets things easily when they don’t pertain to medicine or whatever she’s currently attending to so multi-tasking doesn’t always come easy. Her best is never enough in her opinion, so if there’s a task to be finished, she gets frustrated at herself when it can’t be completely or done perfectly the first time - she’d never dare lash out at someone for her own faults. All that pent up emotion goes into whatever punching bag or kickboxing tool she can get her hands on.

[`silver]

─────── 𝐀𝐌𝐘𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄 ───────
001 amyas 'ammy' kane 002 twenty-six 003 cisfemale, she/her
004 demisexual/rom. 005 five foot six 006 dark brown hair 007
dark brown, almost black eyes 008 lithe build 009 lightly tanned;
scars on her chest, hands and back 010 fir + spice 011 dominion
fc natasha liu bordizzo
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Originally sent down to earth to learn about humanity; how they function as a society, how their individual lives and upbringings separated them from each other. As such, she learned about how each person reacted to different stimuli, gaining their awareness not as an immortal creature with black-and-white objectives, but one with enough sentience to empathize with those whom wandered the planet so listlessly with goals and ambitions despite their brief lives. Humans were like tiny, candlelit flames: easily smothered yet burning with such vibrance, one just has to observe what they'll do next. As an angel of dominion, she was eventually tasked with providing guidance and wisdom to those that had need of it once she'd gained enough insight on the inner workings of both angel and human. On earth, Amyas began life as a wild animal that eventually became man's best friend - a wolf - before taking on the human form of a woman. She took on the particular appearance due to a time when she was injured as a wolf and rather than being chased off out of spite or fear, a woman took her in and healed her wounds. Amyas stayed close to the woman for a few years, protecting her land and chasing off certain humans that held shadowy intentions against her. Eventually, the woman had succumb to sickness, leaving Amyas to take on her first and only human form in the spirit of keeping her alive after showing her such generosity. The results of her many years of living amongst humanity has rendered Amyas an angel that tends to listen to their heart over their mind, not always sticking to the guidelines that many tend to cling to as once you learn how to feel things you can't just stop doing so. Emotions like pain, sadness and joy cultivated within her, beckoning towards her mundane mindset that could be considered "too sensitive" by immortal standards. Being both human and animal has taught her to accept her role as dominion with a grain of salt; their freedom to roam the earth coming at the price of also needing to have some semblance of organization in that she is there for those whom have need of her - she's always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need and a conversation to those willing to listen. At times, she can become quite serious and brooding, tending to fall into bouts of depression that push her to distract herself with menial tasks such as taking walks to clear her head, shifting for the hell of it or simply distancing herself from others so that she doesn't accidentally lash out at one of them and create unnecessary altercations. Her closeness to humanity could deem her a liability in the eyes of some of the others, especially considering she may or may not be one of the youngest ones, but when tense situations arise she doesn't hesitate to take level-headed action against their oppressors. The warm, normally kind aura she gives off seems naive, maybe even a little too uncaring of traditional means of acquiring or conducting things, but those that peer past her surface know of the wisdom she conceals beneath all the blithe.

[`silver]

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐇
001 sean farrah 002 twenty-eight 003 cismale, he/him 004 demisexual/rom. 005 six foot four 006 dark golden brown hair, lighter in the sunlight 007 dull hazel eyes with flecks of amber and gray 008 broad-shouldered, well-muscled, but not overly toned 009 lightly tanned; slash-like scars on his chest, arms and part of his neck 010 gin + thyme 011 werewolf fc tom webb
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Sean is the type of person that relates closely to his instinctual side-giving off an animalistic aura when around other people, making many people think twice about approaching his form. If it isn’t his looming height then it’s piercing gaze that wavers his approachability. His eyes are a dull color—paired with the lighter flecks and his normally irritated looking expression, it wards off most. He's an abrasive creature: being one to snap easily and push others away without thought, though his words do normally come out with contemplative precision. He's mean because he wants to be, simple as that. He's aware of his own strength and whether or not he uses it for the well-being of others is up to whatever the situation happens to be. If there's a fight to be had, best believe he's ready for it. He prefers to keep others around him at a distance which can come to confuse many if one were to ponder past his rougher surface and notice the gentility that subtly flows from his actions. Sharp-tongued, blunt and uncaring of conforming to the rest of the crowd, in his mind he has no space for niceties nor does he feel he has a kind bone in his body. How others may feel about him matter not, believing that how they perceive him is entirely up to them. Past his nonchalant stares seemingly full of hatred, there is something to be stoked beneath his callous demeanor. His altruism exists in the smaller efforts or reactions that he gives: an expression of concern lighting up his eyes, the shifting of his body to show he's listening, or even silently going out of his way to do something blatant without waiting to hear an acknowledgement. In spite of his abhorrence, he's found a sunrise that floods his vision with reveries he refuses to let go of, showing that even beastly presences like him can waver to sentimentality.

[`silver]

𝐈𝐌 𝐇𝐀-𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐋
001 im (l) haneul (f) 002 twenty-six 003 cismale 004 demisexual/rom.
005 korean 006 six foot one 007 black hair, medium length 008 dark
brown eyes, wicked amber in the light 009 strong shoulders and
back, lean muscle 010 lightly tanned, no scarring whatsoever
011 bourbon + pine fc ahn hyoseop
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Haneul doesn’t go by any other name other than his given na
me. Only particular people that he’s dealt with before know h
im as “Sirius” or his supposed English name. The aura he tends
to give off is something along the lines of aloof, his expression
s leaning more so towards deadpan or unfeeling as he has a na
tural RBF or bored look. In locking eyes with him though, some
could denote him as seeming angry or intimidating as he tends
to hold the stares that come his way. The majority of his words
come out in short verses; overwhelmingly blunt and not easily
phased by much of anything. It’s not that he’s uncaring more th
an he is simply stating things for how they are to him; doesn’t a
ttach emotions to superficial things. The reactions others may ha
ve or their feelings towards it are nothing but intangibles in the
wind to him - his answer to someone crying before him will be a
half-lidded stare followed by a slight tilt to his head. He’s not ve
ry good with emotions nor with understanding why people tend t
o feel the way they do so his way of reciprocating things might j
ust be something that strikes him as the “logical thing” to do. Th
e method in which he strikes down others is in short - merciless.
He doesn’t have a temper per-se, but if he hears you talking him
down, expect that he will be there to beat your face in for not
saying it directly to him.

𝐈𝐅 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒,
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘.

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Haneul has numerous walls
surrounding him with little
to no give. He’s distrustful,
warms up to others only
if he feels like he should
in that given moment, if
not over time, and doe
sn’t really think in that
he sort of just exists in
this world with almost
no caution to the wind.
He’s always looking sky
ward for some reason
when the nights are clear
and the moon is espe
cially full, thinking he’s
feeling some sort of long
ing for something but ne
ver quite sure for what. In
a way, he’s mysterious. His
intentions are never truly
revealed and his lack of pur
pose has him lingering with
no place for himself in the
world.
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𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔,

𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓!

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raise the roof | nct u sacrifice / out of time / don't break my heart | the weeknd
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[`silver]

𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒
001 cyrus nieves 002 twenty-five 003 cismale, he/him 004 bisexual/demirom. 005 five foot eleven 006 dark brown-black hair 007 cobalt/dark blue eyes 008 well-defined chest and arms, broad-shouldered; tends to look bigger than he really is 009 lightly tanned, freckles all over his body 010 vodka + christmas bitters + cinnamon fc froy gutierrez
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Cyrus’s overall persona is centered around whether or not he gets a good vibe from your general aura. This being said, most people are regarded as “neutral” to him until proven to be a polarized individual that he’s simply not willing to deal with unless necessary – which is hard to do considering his patience for others seems infinite. He’s a gentle man with a level-headedness that has been tested time and time again with how he was raised as a child to reach a perfection that his parents touted was wholly possible with hard work and a type of “focus” he wouldn’t wish upon anyone else. Loyal, observant and usually light-hearted, his warmer facade conceals his insecurities while also allowing him to improve his weaknesses and accept his strengths for what they are. Cyrus is firm in what he believes in, standing also for what is right and what isn’t. At times he can seem distant, wrapped up in his mind enough that he tends to not get too attached to things or people (and gets easily distracted) due to his own nature and keeping them instead at a friendly distance. To those he looks upon as connections that he doesn't wish to lose, he holds onto them firmly, making sure they’re appreciated even if it’s something out of character for him to be so forthright about. Cyrus is also notably self-sufficient and independent, but still willing to do his part in things and uses his strength wisely rather than in a ruthless, impulsive manner. This isn’t to say that he can’t be selfish or irrational though as he does bite off more than he can chew when the situation arises, voluntarily making the decision to get beaten down rather than see someone else suffer in his stead. His cool exterior isn't to be underestimated though, as the kind smile he offers can just as quickly turn into something much more sinister if and when stirred.

[`silver]

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001 aydan leslie yeou 002 twenty-five 003 cismale, he/him 004
bisexual/rom. 005 korean-american 006 six foot 007 paling red-
brown hair, can turn silvery-white in direct light 008 lean +
defined, broad-shouldered 009 peachy tan; scar running from his
right temple to the cheekbone, another running across the bridge
of his nose 010 rum + amber 011 role fc kim youngkyun
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Aydan is a creature of instinct: straight-forward, a little scatterbrained and quite simple if one takes a gander at how he is with other people. It almost seems like he lives with his head in the clouds for how he flits through life, not really stressing over the small things and proactive about who and what he wants surrounding him. Cut and dry-he knows and you know whether or not he likes you upon first meeting as he finds it annoying when others assume things about himself or words are put into his mouth. At times his demeanor can appear rather distant or simply uninterested, but he puts his supernatural abilities to work in figuring out where and if his persons of interest are doing okay without always being upfront about it (since he knows some people prefer not to be bothered). Obnoxious to a certain degree, overprotective to another as he'll literally get up out of his seat upon the wrong words being uttered to someone he cares about. Funnily enough, he's not a fan of the spotlight, but sometimes it seems to follow him in the form of those he surrounds himself with - which in that aspect, is totally fine with him. He thrives on creating new connections and watching as others develop themselves as time flies by, never one to normally stick with a large group of people but rather being neutral with everyone unless driven to dislike. He can joke and jive with you, outwardly express his affections or what he likes about you - he really just has a heart of gold. Does he wear it on his sleeve though? That's up to you. He'll be outwardly loving if you'll allow it. Should you get on his bad side though, the blithe, happier mask can quite easily narrow into something that leaves you in a type of suspense that'll have you wondering what you did wrong. He might be bright most of the time, but that doesn't mean he'll offer a smile to anyone's bull. If something is unjustified or full of superficiality, he either won't be a part of it or he'll let out a little spitfire. Aydan is not one to enjoy wasting time on people he has no interest in unless necessary. He's got a hidden strength that he keeps under wraps for when the situation truly arises for it, preferring to show rather than tell during little acts of play or rough-housing with others as little do they know that his power comes from the connections he makes. A "friends are my power!" type of kid with a head full of awareness that allows him no time to truly relax so might as well use it for good, no? Aydan comes from humble roots that he'll only talk about if you ask, otherwise he believes that things that are in the past or forgotten were just stepping stones to a better future. If it's important to you, you'll remember. He's a born werewolf, but was a runt until he found his purpose (which I guess is just loving humanity).

[`silver]

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