Name

Talon

Age

23

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Pan

Powers

Teleportation/ Invisibility

Appearance

Talon has lighter fair skin, following more lanky arms covered in a few thousand freckles like those that cover his face. There isn’t even the smallest bit of strength or muscle on his body though. Talon has heterochromia with one dark, forest green eye and one light brown eye, almost a caramel color. His face is dotted with millions of freckles and there’s a scar under his left, brown eye from the accident, but nothing major. Talon has messy red hair that has grown long, sort of in a mane which he prides himself in. Most times it comes down to his neck, and in his hair are shells and twine, anything he can get his hands on really. His ears have piercings as well, like bones or shells. His nails are usually painted black but other times they’re different colors too. Talon is EXTREMELY tall, standing around 6'3 and nicknamed the green giant for obvious reason. For the most part though, Talon is one of the basic people you'll ever meet. H usually wears ordinary clothing, like baggy pants or baggy shirts, and usually goes into school with whatever he slept in. That is if he makes it to class. There is one thing he does take care of, and that's the necklace around his neck that used to belong to his brother.

Personality

Sarcastic | Outgoing | Flirtatious | Sneaky | Secretive | Persuasive |

Talon is a sarcastic pain in the butt, and a HUGE flirt at that. Maybe that’s how he deals with everything. Though, no matter WHY he does it, no one’s safe from a witty remark or a shot from Talon. Honestly, it gets annoying real fast. It’s like he throws himself at people. Oh right. He does. Worst part is, he’s not very smooth or charming. All he wants is validation. He never got any of that from his parents. Now, he’s left to search for that all by himself. Deep down, Talon feels like he NEEDS it. If people don’t like him… what’s he good for? Going into any situation, he’s over sarcastic, over happy, and just generally overcompensating every emotion to the max. You’d think after awhile, he’d feel exhausted, and boy is he… but he keeps going and going, whether or not his social battery is drained.

Besides that, he’s relaxed and put back for the most part, but extremely nosey into everyone’s business. There isn’t a secret around he doesn’t know about, or a rumor he hasn’t sniffed out. He’s known as the ‘newspaper’, knowing what a visitor had for breakfast three weeks ago! Maybe his constant need to be in everyone’s business proves to be useful at some points. Especially an upper classman with nothing going for him, it’s beneficial to know everyone’s secrets. Not only can he use them to his own good, but he can also sell them off to be more… lucrative. Afterall, he’d never dream of using his parents money for his personal drinking/partying habits.

Talon is in no way shape or form athletic and he’s not extremely academically intelligent either, but hey, he stayed in Clearwater so far, didn’t he? He prides himself in being more street smart and getting into things he shouldn’t, like drinking in the middle of the week and missing his next few classes due to a nasty hangover. He’s done his best to learn the ropes, trying to leave his wild childhood behind. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be the child his parents want; no, he KNOWS he won’t. But… he’ll try.

Deep down however, he’s scared. He’s about to step up in life, then what? He may already be an adult but… Talon really just wants to have as much fun as he can..

Strengths

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Intelligent - Talon may be a party animal, but he’s equally as smart as he is fun. He likes to party around, sure, but he knows a thing or two. Even if he’s not academically intelligent, and some terms he should know confuse him, he knows how to get to the basis of things pretty easily. Maybe it’s just common sense, and he does remember his brother’s teachings as well that work to his advantage.

Blackmail - Talon prides himself in his sneaky behavior, and even more in his persuasiveness. Being a senior and participating innumerous clubs has only taught him to be all the more cunning. He sells secrets and most people either fear him (not for his strength) or respect him. Who needs physical strength when you have blackmail on your side?

Party Animal - Even now, Talon is still a party animal. And even though everyone knows about it, no one can do anything about it (yet). He’s got blackmail on his side to cover that. So, while the Noble’s do their best to ignore it, the other classes know him as he wants them too: The fun guy… or… maybe the lost drunkard at the ripe age of 22.

Weaknesses

Panic - Talon is NOT the best to handle stressful situations. Well, he’s actually pretty bad at it. He’s more of the guy to take a step back and allow someone else to take charge. He doesn’t like being the big guy in charge, even if he likes to be the party animal. He knows that in his line of work now, lives are on the line. On occasion, Talon has found himself to suffer from panic attacks, though they were mostly active after the death of his brother. Since, he’s managed to control it but… they’re unpredictable.

Weak - Talon is WEAK. The poor thing barely has an ounce of muscle on him. He blames the alcohol on it all, but he really can’t. He’s just a scampy guy. Besides, he has other strengths, they’re just not… physical is all. Though, he’s always found fascination in the farmers and workers, how strong they are. He tried to do such work himself at one point but… well, he doesn’t want anyone to know.

Heart Condition - Maybe the real reason Talon’s never tried to gain muscle is because it’s hard for him to do strenuous activities (doesn’t seem to keep him from drinking though). No one knows about the condition except Talon and a personal doctor. Not even his parents know. It’s more of a recent diagnosis, but a condition that has gotten worse throughout the years.

Kin*

Brother - Deceased

Parents - Alive

Relationships

Open

Backstory*

Talon always lived in his older brother’s shadow, and still does even though he’s dead. Deep down he knows his parents blamed him for the accident, and maybe they were right. His brother had been picking him up one stormy night when he was younger after getting drunk at a party. On the way back from the party, both of them were struck by a head on collision. At least that’s all Talon could remember. The next thing he knows, he’s waking up back home, and his brother is gone, while all he’s left with is a few scrapes and bruises. Maybe it’s best that he doesn't remember anything about that night. His brother was smart and brilliant, and had so much promise. After his death, his parents became cold and Talon knew they paid a pretty penny to send him away, to get whatever education he could get. He did his best to stay up to standard for them. Afterall, he was in debt to his parents, and in debt to his brother. He was building THEIR reputation… They never came to visit, and Talon usually never left his position. He decided it was best that way.

Year

Senior

Name

Maverick Briar Hayes

Name Meaning

Maverick: an independent man who avoids conformity) Briar: Brambles) Hayes: Hedged Area

Name Pronunciation

MAV-uh-rīk BRI-uhr HĀZ

Age

Irrelevant

Gender

Male

Species

Reaper ( based off Śmierć~Polish envisioning of Death/Reapers)

MBTI

ENFJ-T

Sexuality

Anything and Everything

He’s a thirsty boy

Birthday

June Ninth of a year

Place of Birth

[Redacted]

Occupation

Soul Sucker

Languages Spoken

French, Italian, German, Polish, Czech

Native Language

Polish

Appearance

Mav is a rather unimpressive looking individual at first glance. He stands at around six feet, although he usually tells people that he's 6'2, with a lean and toned build. He's nowhere near being a muscular being, but he has definition to his body, and takes care that he looks nice. His skin is pale, and on his chest and hands, nearly translucently so, which occasionally leads to humans being concerned for his health, which only makes him laugh and laugh. He is covered in nicks and scars, most of them from stupid decisions he's made, but also from the more difficult aspects of his earlier life and job. The largest scar he has is a burn mark across his left arm, one that stands out quite a bit. The skin is healed, but forever marred with a dark, twisting reminder of this failure in his past.

He doesn't have the dark, brooding looks normally associated with reapers, instead, his hair is a rich brown, and the tips are nearly always bleached blond, as if he's still living in the 2010's. Mav's eyes are large and round, and his heterochromia is something he is very proud of. His right eye is bright green, vivid and the colour of new leaves, and a mischievous twinkle can often be found there. His left eye is such a pale grey that it's nearly silver, and has a haunting coldness to it. The odd mix of the two gives him a very strange aura, as if his dissimilar eyes are threatening to some. He has quite a few tattoos, most of them lighthearted and fun. He has a compass pointing south on his right hand, and a rope around his left wrist, as well a rose blooming across his abdomen all the way past his navel in an intricate and mesmerising design. Each tattoo has a meaning, and he is normally willing to talk about them, and is always down to get another.

His style is rather unassuming in his humanoid form, he goes back and forth between certain brands and ways of dress. Consistently, however, in order to not frighten his usual charges, he dresses in light, fun clothing, often with characters that the children know, or simply with silly designs to make them laugh. Occasionally he will also don sports jerseys and the sort, depending on the day.

When he is not on the earth, collecting souls as one does, he holds a similar form, but gains a much more superior look. He dresses in shockingly white flowing robes, almost more angelic looking than reaper looking.

He loves to accessorise, but only with silver chains, he can't stand gold. He prefers more natural additions anyways, normally wearing leather bracelets, or those woven of grass. He even has a few that seem to be woven of human hair.

Personality

Extroverted-

Outgoing-

Loyal-

Simple-

Childish-

Perfectionist-

Lusty-

Irritable-

Voice

The voice of this young man is often described as soothing and gentle, but in reality, when he's not working, his voice is slightly nasal and forceful. When he is engaged with a…client, he uses a lower version of his voice, which sounds less dark and ethereal, and more amusingly tolerant.

Strengths

Gentle-This young reaper is as gentle as a kitten, and even more so when he's with the souls of children. He takes great care to not scare or upset the young ones.

Easygoing- Mav likes to let the good times roll, no matter what that means for those around him. It could mean that he would be on your doorstep in five minutes, or he's linedancing, and your mental breakdown and/or death will have to wait.

Cheerful- He sees this as a strength, but many reapers don't. This boy is always smiling, and loves making the less effervescent reapers crack a smile or even laugh occasionally.

Silver-tongued- He sees the best in everyone, and loves to paint pictures with his words. He can be very persuasive, and occasionally for a good reason too.

Organised- Mav likes having things perfectly in order, meaning…where he can find them. Normally they will be in a half-reasonable place, but there's always one or two things that no one can find.

Transparent- Just like the glass and nature that he holds so dear to himself, his feelings are similar, always painted on his face. This can lead to problems if he interacts with someone he doesn't like, but for the most part, it helps others understand him.

Independent- The job requires not needing anyone else, and for the most part, Mav does fine with this. He talks to himself more than anyone else, so being alone just means he’s with the best conversationalist he knows.

Diligent- Although he’s a bit prone to be distracted, he will always finish a job. He prioritises getting the chores and hard parts of his life and job out of the way as quickly as possible, so he has more time to spend messing around.

Weaknesses

Clumsy- This young reaper, especially when tipsy or very happy, has the coordination of a puppy. He occasionally trips on the air, on his own feet, and hot boys he wants to have an excuse to talk to.

Distractible- Mav likes to stay on task. Not. He is always running off on side adventures, especially with anyone who he looks up to. He thrives on being with his friends, so if one of them even mentions something to do, he’ll be putting his shoes on.

Too focused on details- When he’s begun something, he goes on a deep dive into the backstory, family history, and anything else he can get his hands on. This has led to problems where things begin to take too long, and he becomes overly invested in the smallest details.

Extremely extroverted- This young Reaper has gotten himself into trouble time and time again for being too friendly. He’ll talk to anyone and everyone, and once he’s gotten going, he doesn’t shut up. He also then tries to spend time with too many people at a time, and feelings are hurt, though it won’t be admitted.

Overly Thirsty- Mav is a being who is very in tune with his needs, and spending time with attractive people really helps these hankering desires. He can easily be swayed by lusty words, and his opinions usually stem from those of whoever he currently has his eye on.

Blunt- Sometimes the transparency that Mav values so much in himself can be very hurtful and coarse when first said. He doesn’t take the time to think it over, and the way it may hurt someone, and his words can sting like knives, especially in criticism that was unwarranted.

Likes

Nature- This young reaper is very in tune with the outdoors, and likes to carry little pieces of it with him wherever he goes.

Lying- Although this is not a very nice thing to do, he finds great pleasure in omitting details, or twisting the truth to see how far his games can go.

Riddles- The mind games and puzzles that riddles offer are scintillating to Mav, and he enjoys the fact that the smallest words and details are so necessary to the answer. He also likes to memorise them, and share them with his friends.

The Beach- The movement of the waves and the soft sounds the breeze and water offer are something that Mav likes very much. His favourite activity is to wander the sand and search for shells and seaglass. Especially sea glass, he takes great wonder in the way the waves wear down rough edges and take away the initial shine.

Children- Both human and reaper children amuse Mav, he enjoys their carefree way of living, and their willingness to laugh. He prioritises taking children’s souls in the gentlest ways possible.

Heights- From high sloping ceilings and stained glass windows to standing on mountain peaks, Mav craves the rush of adrenaline he gets in the pit of his stomach that only these few offer.

Habits

Chewing on his lips- Mav is known for chewing on his lips for a variety of reasons. It started as a nervous habit as a child, and has just carried on through his teen and early adult years. Now, he mostly does it to be flirty.

Odd speech patterns- Mav has some strange ways of speaking, mostly because he picks up a lot of random words and phrases from people he meets. He uses 'right?’ To fill silences, and nearly always start his sentences with so, or um.

Pouting- A near consistent thing he does with his full pink lips is pouting. It was never innocent, although some people like to pretend it was. He can use it in a more innocent way, and often teases children with a more friendly pout.

Standing with his hands on his hips- Mav mostly does this to take up more space. He's self conscious over the fact that he's so much shorter than many other Reapers, and so taking up space to the side is the best he can do.

Using nicknames for everyone - Stemming from a childhood of rarely being called by his full name, he doesn't really do it either. Sometimes the nicknames make sense, sometimes not. And they change on the daily, though he will have some more consistent ones.

Fears

Tonitrophobia: Ah, yes. The fear of lightning. Mav isn't really sure why it frightens him so, but it does. He hates the flashing light and the arcs through the sky. However, he adores thunder, so during storms, he is very conflicted.

Agoraphobia: Isn't everyone afraid of being in a humiliating situation, or feeling helpless? Mav is no different. As soon as he begins to feel like he's losing control of a situation, he disengages immediately.

Autophobia: Mav hates being lonely. There's a difference between being alone and being lonely, and he feels it very deeply. The silence makes his brain start talking more than he'd like. He does his best to deal with it, and this is a less common fear of his.

Alignment

Chaotic Neutral

Philosophy of Life

‘The World is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.’

Friends

TBD

Enemies

TBD

Family

Lysa Raelynn Hayes (mother)

Garrick Hamilton Hayes (father)

Maddox Cruz Hayes (older half-brother)

Romantic Interests

👀👀

Mentors

TBD

Pets

N/A

Backstory

WIP

Abilities

Animation of Corpses- Mav can, within reason, call up corpses and puppeteer them. This ability disgusts him, and he does it best to use it as little as possible. It is easier for him to animate newer bodies, and the aftermath is not pretty.

Adrenaline Dipping: He can share in the positive effects of adrenaline that everyone within his range is experiencing. Big on hysterical strength and disaster response operations.

Night Vision- Although it may not seem like that much, this is one of Mav’s only powers that he likes, and uses. Many souls are ready to be reaped at night, and he would rather not his clumsiness be so obvious, unless it is a child.

Calming Properties- Almost like an herbal tea or a sleeping pill, Mav can use simple things such as pheromones to help with his job. He is particularly fond of this power, and prefers it over all his others.

Limitations

Maverick cannot call up corpses in the daylight hours, and the older the corpse, the harder it is for him to call it up, and the shorter he is able to animate it. When the power fades, the body is left somewhat mangled, and is not returned to its original grave unless it is taken there.

Mav’s adrenaline dipping doesn’t work if he is under a lot of stress or pressure, and once it has left him, he is always exhausted and usually nauseous. He also cannot control when it does or does not happen.

Fighting Style

Koluchstyl is Mav’s preferred fighting technique. A Swedish form of Martial Arts, it combines the physical aspects of fighting with the physiological and spiritual ones. It is more of a sport fighting, but he is able to use it in a way that could be deadly if necessary. This form of fighting is almost fully offensive, aligning with Mav’s feelings on the aggressive tendencies of those around him. He also enjoys the focus on the mental and spiritual portions, training his mind on what is actually important.

Weapons

Maverick carries only a smaller dagger with him. It is a well-forged blade, with a razor sharp double edged blade, and a ruby red stone affixed to the handle. This weapon is usually in a small sheath that sits beneath his clothing, between his shoulder blades.

Favourites

WIP 🚧

Quote(s)

Swim Fast, Smoke Grass, Eat Ass

-Mav

Other

Maverick believes that it is his duty and calling to only take the souls of children, especially those with severe and painful diseases. He wants them to not be afraid of death, and often visits them before it is truly their time to go, so that the chance of fear will be lessened. He also does his best to give them the time they need, time and time again he hears them saying they aren’t ready, but he can’t always give them the time they need. He does not use a scythe, not wanting to add to the darker side of death, and instead uses the silver chain that is always around his neck, as chains are ‘butted.’ There is always one link that does not touch, showing the cyclical nature of life, and how lives are always intertwined.

‘Another year, another year.’ He thought to himself. ‘Last year, isn’t it?’ It felt weird that he was at the end. Five years gone in the blink of an eye, and more before those lost to the world. He’d been surprised how fast time was passing. His college years had been ripped away out from underneath him because of that bloody pandemic, yet that hadn’t slowed his curious nature down. Still, it just didn’t feel real. He’d graduate and then do what? Going home wasn’t an option, but he surely couldn’t stay here, right? Well, Clearwater felt like home now anyways. He’d spent five to six years here, surviving on his own, hadn’t he? He didn’t quite enjoy thinking about the future and what would eventually come. Maybe if he didn’t think about it, it wouldn’t happen. But the end was coming closer than he could ever imagine, and nothing would slow its venture. Maybe that just meant he had to make the most of this year, and that was something he could do.

Talon watched as the town lay in a lock of terrible, overflowing traffic as the move-in weekend approached. Parents would come and drop their kids off, helping them get into their new, cramped dorm rooms and discover who their roommates would be. Most parents anyways. Of course there were those who couldn’t attend, so their student drove themselves, or were picked up from the airport. Others simply lived in Clearwater, like Talon. Well, could he say he lived in Clearwater, or that he was just a nomad at this point? Hm, that really was a question, wasn’t it. Meh.

The young man smiled at the traffic jam and rose from the concrete bench he sat on with a massive stretch and a sigh. The sun shone brightly on his skin and the cool breeze matched the sunshine oh so perfectly. His hair ruffled just a bit, but comfortably so. Glancing around the park filled with people, he grabbed his small suitcase from beside the bench, then swung the heavy bookbag over his shoulder, nearly knocking himself down. The man steadied then sucked in a breath as he started to venture down the sidewalk in long strides.

The air smelled fresh and birds flew overhead, casting their brilliant songs onto the people below. The sidewalk was a bit busier than usual, but Talon weaved through the crowds expertly, whistling as he went on. He couldn’t help but wonder who his roommate would be this year. His old one graduated the year before. Honestly, he hoped whoever it was would be more interesting than that guy. His old roommate was such a rule follower, so much to the point Talon felt like he was back home with his parents! He guessed both were glad he was leaving. He also hoped that the new guy wouldn’t be a freshman. Talon wanted to scare them, not live with them.

Talon scampered across the crosswalk, picking up the pace as the little countdown came close to zero. As he did, a car honked its horn at him, but Talon made it to the other side before rolling his eyes at the driver. Stupid tourist! Didn’t even see the crosswalk! Already out of breath from the two second jog, the young man sighed but pushed on, pattering down the street past large brick buildings towards the main dorms. There were hundreds of dorms, but Talon loved the Cherry Dorms where he stayed, and wouldn’t be anywhere else. The dorms were named that, mostly because of the Cherry Blossom trees planted outside, looking beautiful each spring. The dorms there were fairly new as well, and the rooms were pretty large too. Again, Talon thought about the end. This could be his last year in the Cherry Dorms. He had the option to go for his masters, but Talon knew he had to think realistically. He was barely passing now, so how could he make it to his masters?

‘No point in thinking about that. Just think about today. The future isn’t here yet anyways. I’ve got time.’