If you are not Adapa (Lost Memories) or I, then don’t post! Easy as that, haha.

Plot

Not everyone is lucky enough to have a family, and not everyone that does have one is lucky enough to have a good one. Or even to keep them. This story follows twelve (12) people that are part of the unlucky few to not have family. In the Kingdom of Sevede, these twelve (12) had met, and through some twist of fate, had made a found family.

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Things are not easy, not at all. After all, for whatever separate reasons, only a few of them actually have a koda. What’s a koda? A koda is a card that one is given to basically act as permission to life. Buying food, going to school, getting medical attention, attending training for one’s powers, getting married, and even riding public transportation.

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Of course, there are ways around it. Well, two (2) ways. The first (1st) being to reach the age of 30 and then go to your local courthouse with your birth certificate, or some verification of your birth, and apply for a koda. Which you will then have to pay a sum of money for as well.

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The second (2nd)? Money. People without a koda can do some of the things that others can, but with extra taxes and fees added onto it. Like buying food or getting medical attention. Some things though, money cannot legally solve. Such as training or going to school. There are other ways to get training, or to dampen one’s abilities, but without training… And without proper training, the abilities can become overwhelming and dangerous. And getting a job without a koda is also near impossible, so many without them end up never being able to gain one.

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Why are kodas connected to family? People’s abilities tend to be variations of at least one (1) of their parents, and a head family member is the only one able to request a koda for a new member of the family. They must be able to name the new family member’s ability as well, and oftentimes one’s ability doesn’t form until they are about five (5) years old. Even then, kostas can be difficult to get a hold of. The head of the family must be able to pay for it, have verification of the child, and know the ability, after all.

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Without family, it’s very unlikely for one to have a koda. Or to ever have a koda. And many turn to less than legal means to survive. And those that do have a koda without a family, have one with many fees added onto it, with many stipulations that cause strife and hardship.

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So follow these twelve (12) as they create a found family and navigate through surviving their lives together. And let’s hope things don’t get even more complicated.

Masterlist

(Name | Gender | Age | Blood Type | Sexuality | Mono/Ambi/Poly | Ability | Koda? | Pack)

The Found Family/Main Characters (12/12)

Agnar ‘Agni’ Solefair | Male | 22 | AB- | Homosexual | Poly | Enhanced Senses | No | Adapa

Kage ‘King’ Virgo | Male | 19 | B+ | Homosexual | Ambi | Shadow Manipulation | No | Adapa

Skylar ‘Sky’ Baldwin | Male | 19 | A- | Pansexual | Ambi | Healing Energy | No | Adapa

Maya ‘May/Fawn’ Mildred Eniko | Female | 23 | AB+ | Bisexual | Ambi | Blissful Dreams | No | Adapa

Gwyar ‘Aries/Khorne’ Ariethous Fraoch | Male | 20 | Varies/O- | Demisexual | Ambi | Blood Manipulation | No | Socrates

Chile ‘Kyle’ Guerra Seymour | Male | 21 | AB- | Pansexual | Ambi | Reindeer Shifter | Yes | Socrates

Garvin | Male | 20-22 (22) | Unknown | Brinsexual | Ambi | Catecholamine Rush | No | Socrates

Devery ‘Levy’ Kole Martin | Male | 25 | O+ | Pansexual | Ambi | Flatten | Yes | Socrates

Quincy ‘Quinn’ Jordan | Male | 21 | A+ | Pansexual Arospike/haze | Poly | Pyrokinesis | No | Socrates

Oculi ‘Opal’ Aisling Belmira | Apagender | 23 | A- | Cupiosexual Panromantic | Ambi | Sight | No | Socrates

Ingall ‘Angel’ Dara Featherlight | Male | 21 | B- | Demisexual Panromantic | Ambi | Enticing Voice | Yes | Adapa

Akira ‘Aki’ Casimir Toivo | Non-Binary | 20 | B- | Demi-Omnisexual Omniromantic | Ambi | Strategize | No | Adapa

Constant/Important/Recurring NPCs/The Side Characters? (4/6)

Just in case?

Character Sheet

** means Optional

Affiliations will probably just be in Discussion

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Name:

**Name Meaning:

**Nickname(s):

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Gender;

Sexuality;

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Koda or No?;

What Happened to Family?;

**Alignment;

Blood Type;

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**Birthday:

**Zodiac:

Age:

**How Old Do They Appear:

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Appearance:

**Voice:

**Handedness;

**Attire:

**Jewelry/Accessories:

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Personality:

Likes:

Dislikes:

**Loves:

**Hates:

**Fears:

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**Hobbies:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

**Posture:

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Physical Health:

Mental Health:

Immune System:

**Allergies:

**Addictions:

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**Lover(s):

**Crush(es):

**Ex(es):

**Significant Other(s):

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**Trivia:

**Themesong(s):

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|~| Aries |~|

Name: Gwyar Ariethous Fraoch.

Name Meaning:

Gwyar; “Gore, Blood”.

Ariethous; Basically just another, longer name for Ares/Aries.

Fraoch; “Wrath, Fury”.

Nickname(s): Aries, Khorne, Ari, and whatever else.

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Gender; Male.

Sexuality; Demisexual.

Poly/Ambi/Mono; Ambi.

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Ability;

Blood Manipulation.

He can change the chemical/genetic make-up, slow down or speed up the production of blood, make it go through the scab process quicker or slower, and he can even create weapons or shields out of it. He could also survive blood transfusions better than others, capable of giving away more blood and changing his blood type to best help whoever needs it.

Koda or No?; Nope.

What Happened to Family?; They died before he had a koda. Well, technically. His father left, and then his mother (and sister) died. And then he learned that his father was dead too.

Alignment; Lawful Neutral.

Blood Type; It can change. Usually O-.

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Birthday: July 23rd.

Zodiac: Cancer-Leo Cusp.

Age: 20.

How Old Do They Appear: Like… Early to mid 20s.

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Appearance:

Credit to @lof@[email protected]

Gwyar resides at a height of 6’5”, a rather intimidating height to most. Though even how he holds himself is enough to intimidate most, he practically adds another inch with how confidently he holds himself. His skin tone is pale ivory-porcelain with neutral undertones, which adds to his overall paler, sicker look. He has almost no freckles on his body, except for one or two here and there. When it comes to piercings, Gwyar has plenty.

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Gwyar has a diamond face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, and the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are on the slimmer side. Now for the nose, something that he’s glad about is the fact that it is an aquiline shaped nose, meaning it's the stereotypical 'normal' nose. His lips are downturned in shape, making confident, sly smirks or thin, pressed lines as his resting expressions.

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His eyebrows are rather thick in thickness, with a rather obvious arch. Finally his eyes, these are a deepset hooded. His eyes are a bright bloody red, with heavy eye bags underneath. His face is framed by wavy, red hair that has blonde highlights going through it, all completely natural. The back of his hair is fluffier than the front by a long shot, and the back of it goes to his hips in length, while the front only goes down to his ears. It’s usually in either a ponytail, a bun, or a braid. Or, well, multiple braids.

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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, everything about him screams that he’s a brawn kind of guy. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man weighs at around 140 lbs, his BMI at an unhealthy 16.60, underweight by 26 pounds, and the weight he does have is mostly due to muscle and height alone. His fingernails are rather long and sharp, something he takes pride in. They mean he can attack someone with just his nails if he has to, after all.

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Now for the ‘fun’ part… Scars. Gwyar has plenty of scars. He has one that goes from under the right corner of his lip and through it. He also has one that looks like a slash across his neck. As well as a scar that goes from the top of his left eyebrow to his hairline. He also has one across the bridge of his nose, and another going up his right chin and cheek, ending a bit beside the one at his lip. And one that’s a diagonal scar from the inner corner of his right eye and across his nose to his left cheek. He has plenty of scars littering his scalp, all more or less hidden by his hair. And all of the ones covering his arms, ones that give the impression of blocking either blades or whips. Take your pick on that, because chances are he’ll never tell. Much more intimidating to not explain, after all. Along with ones at his wrist and ankles, circling them as if cuffs that were too tight. And a burn scar, of a perfectly smithed sword pointing upwards, right between his shoulder blades in the small of his back. The burn also seems to have caused a small permanent dent there, in the shape of the scar.

Voice: A scratchy, hoarse Bass voice.

Handedness; Ambidextrous.

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Personality:

To put simply, Gwyar is loud, confident, and laidback. He doesn’t care what anyone else says or does or thinks. He has a very ‘Who cares what the world says? What matters most is what you say’ mindset. Of course though, that’s only how he shows himself. Quite honestly… He cares- A lot. His ego is very easy to break, and ten times as hard to build up again.

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He’s fiercely loyal, and it’s both a downfall and an asset. Both for the same reason. He’ll never betray someone once he sees them as a friend. Once a friend, always a friend. Even if they end up hurting him too many times to count. This has managed to get him into a few bad situations with friends that ended up with them not being friends anymore.

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Something else that’s a blessing and a curse is how honest he is. Which is very. The only way he can lie is by hiding things- And even then… If someone finds out and questions him on it, he’ll end up telling the truth. This has caused his loyalty and honesty to have many internal battles- The outcome tends to depend on whether or not he subconsciously knows what he’s hiding will end up causing more harm by lying than not. More often than not, what he’s hiding is how he truly feels. It’s just about the only thing that he doesn’t have to battle honesty vs loyalty with, either.

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Guilt is something that is very easy for him to feel… It doesn’t matter how long ago it was; if he’s reminded of it in a way that could make it seem like it was his fault- Then he’ll take that to heart. And no matter if someone else tells it in a different way later on where it wouldn’t seem like his fault; the guilt will linger.

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To him; actions speak louder than words. People can lie with words but it’s harder to lie with actions. And even his own lying, when he does it, tends to follow this pattern. It’s harder for him to act fine than it is to say that he’s fine. He can wake up and say he’s fine, but he needs a few minutes to actually work himself into acting fine. The only words that mean anything to him are ones written in history books. And they literally just describe actions, talk about actions.

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He also has absolutely no social skills. His default modes of talking are long speeches and short, clipped replies or orders or whatever else. Most of his speaking interactions have either not existed due to being extremely introverted or have happened in times of semi-crisis, stress, or pressure. Or in training for numerous things. So social interactions, cues, and skills are practically nonexistent. He’s much better with business or professional talking though, and his voice tends to be fairly monotone- Something that he inherited from his mother, that he truly doesn’t enjoy.

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He’s incredibly impulsive, and with his tendency to not care what happens to him- He can throw himself into danger and not think twice about it. He’ll beat someone up if they mess with his friends, he’ll burn down an entire town if his morals are questioned. Frankly, he’ll do a lot if he has to. Or thinks he has to.

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His memory… Is astounding, to put simply. Specifically, his muscle memory. If he physically does something once, chances are that he’ll be able to do it with ease again and again afterwards. And his ability to remember written words and numbers is great too, not quite on the level of photographic but fairly close. Especially with his tendency to use marks, write notes, and any other trick when it comes to books. Audiographic and other memory types are where it starts to taper off, especially audio memory. He’ll forget everything people say rather easily if it isn’t reinstated multiple times. Which is why he tends to write lists or notes or reminders for himself. They definitely help.

Likes: History/Mythology, Hunting/Tracking, Training, Learning, Stars, Reading, Nature, Fall, and Winter.

Dislikes: Crowds, Swearing, Bright Lights, Confined Spaces, Socializing, Illness/Injury, Hurting People(In any way, shape, or form), Spring, and Summer.

Fears/Phobias: Severe Claustrophobia, Severe Nosocomephobia, Severe Cleithrophobia, Mild Aphenphosmphobia, Mild Iatrophobia, Mild Trypanophobia, Mild Atychiphobia, and Mild Methyphobia.

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Skills:

Swordsmanship! Aries knows what he’s doing with a sword, there’s no other way to put it. He learned from a young age, and enjoyed it enough to keep at it.

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Hand-to-Hand combat. He knows how to throw a punch, and a kick. And with the amount of muscle he’s been able to build up? Yeah, he’s ready to beat people up with his bare fists.

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Strategy. Despite seeming like an ‘all brawn and no brain’ based on appearance alone- Don’t question his intelligence, since he does know how to use his brawn most effectively. No denying how much his love of history helped, it definitely allows him to pull some last second tricks based off of old, dead people.

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Survival Trivia! He can usually identify what’s safe to eat/drink and what isn’t. Not to mention he knows how to make a fire. Pretty useful.

Strengths: Secrets, Tolerance/Endurance, Loyal, Honesty, Stealth, Adaptable, Physical Strength, Observant, and Helpful.

Weaknesses: Lying, Trust Issues/Paranoia, Loyal, Self-Esteem Issues/Social Skills, Emotions, Insomnia/Nightmares, Intrusive Thoughts, Easily Guilt-Tripped/Manipulated, and Extreme Abandonment Issues.

Posture: Definitely isn’t the best, also isn’t the worst. He basically always looks like he’s ready to slip into a fight at a moment's notice.

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Physical Health: Well, he isn’t in the best or worst shape. All the weight that he has is basically muscle, but other than that? Eh. He definitely isn’t the healthiest.

Mental Health: C-PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Insomnia. Probably more, honestly.

Immune System: It’s alright… The only thing keeping it from being terrible is his ability, to be honest.

Allergies: None.

Addictions: By choice? Just smoking. He’s also slowly getting hooked on a fairly high grade stimulant.

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Lover(s): Quincy.

Crush(es): Does Quincy count?

Ex(es): Troy, Smith, Troy, Derick, Troy.

Significant Other(s): Quincy.

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Trivia: He’s got two gladius daggers. They have names. Tereus and Tereine.

Themesong(s):

State of My Head by Shinedown.

Nightmares & Flare Guns by Seb Adams.

Belly of the Beast by Brennan Savage.

Oh Ana by Mother Mother.

Wires by The Neighbourhood.

Violent by carolesdaughter.

useless by updog.

pins&needles by andy polk & cookii.

Myself by NEFFEX.

Bury Me Low by 8 Graves.

3AM by ASHS.

911 by Ellise.

Medication by YUNGBLUD.

Facetime Unavailable by Delaney Kai & Kyoto Black.

Little Poor Me by Layto.

Be Somebody by Phil Good.

Devil I Know by Allie X.

MONSTERS by Shinedown.

TV Head by Elliot Lee.

Virtual Reality by rey.

Anthropophobia (English) by Jubyphonic.

So Down by Mother Mother.

Until It Doesn’t Hurt by Mother Mother.

Carve A Name by Mother Mother.

I’m Not A Cynic by Alec Benjamin.

|~| Kyle |~|

Name: Chile Guerra Seymour.

Name Meaning:

Chile; “Narrows, Channel, Strait”.

Guerra; “War”.

Seymour; “Sea, Lake”.

Nickname(s): Kyle, whatever else you can think of.

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Gender; Male.

Sexuality; Pansexual.

Poly/Ambi/Mono; Ambi.

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Ability;

Reindeer Shifter.

He can shift into a reindeer and also has reindeer features too. Like antlers. He also gets the strengths of a reindeer too. So there’s that.

Koda or No?; Yes actually. A low ranking one, obviously, but he does have one.

What Happened to Family?; Everyone but his sister is dead.

Alignment; Chaotic Good.

Blood Type; AB-.

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Birthday: September 6th.

Zodiac: Virgo.

Age: 21.

How Old Do They Appear: Early 20s.

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Appearance:

Credit to @lof@[email protected]

5’10” | 135lbs(19.37 BMI) | Tan Skin | Yellow Eyes in Summer, Blue in Winter | Black Sclera | Medium Eyebags | Square-Faced | Reindeer Antlers | Very Light Dust of Freckles | Ectomorph | Laidback/Friendly/Approachable Presence | Fade Haircut | Scars Along Neck, Burn Scar at Left Side of Face, Small Scatter of Scars Along Arms | Black Hair | Straight Nose | Lobe & Helix Piercing

Voice: A smooth Tenor, it’s somehow deep too though.

Handedness; Right-Handed.

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Personality:

Friendly / Sarcastic / Kind-Spirited / Calm / Good-Natured / Usually Honest / Loyal / Helpful / Observant / Strong-Willed / Jokester / Sportsmanship / Trust Issues / Laidback / Open-Minded / Mature / Responsible / Cautious / Confident / Humorous / Freedom! / Independent / Witty / Sassy / Snarky / Silver Tongue / Honestly A Good Person / Wanderlust / Helpful / Slightly Possessive / Nurturing / Paranoid / Approachable / Stubborn / Patient / Cynical / Organized / Fiery / Assertive / Tactful / Sly / Caring / Selfless

Likes: History, Hunting/Tracking, Reading, Stars, Nature, Winter, Socializing, and Spring.

Dislikes: Cold Drinks, Summer, Swearing, Bright Lights, Petty People, Confined Spaces, Fall, and Math.

Fears: Mild Claustrophobia and not being able to help the people he cares about.

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Strengths: Tactful, Silver Tongue, Open-Minded, Speed, Agility, Responsible, Loyal, and Stamina.

Weaknesses: Stubborn, Physical Strength, Trust Issues/Paranoid, Cynical, Sarcastic, Wanderlust, Slightly Possessive, and Selfless.

Posture: Chile usually comes off as laidback and approachable with his posture. Confident but not condescending.

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Physical Health: He’s a bit on the slimmer side, but he’s got a fine amount of toned muscle. So he’s doing pretty good.

Mental Health: Eh, it could be better. He’s got insomnia and mild depression, not to mention C-PTSD.

Immune System: His immune system isn’t the best, but it certainly isn’t the worst either.

Allergies: None.

Addictions: None.

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Lover(s): Nope.

Crush(es): Nope.

Ex(es): Nope.

Significant Other(s): Nope.

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Trivia: Maybe later.

Themesong(s):

Soak Up The Sun by Sheryl Crow.

Dream by Imagine Dragons.

Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You) by Kelly Clarkson.

Parklife by Blur.

The Climb by Miley Cyrus.

Fallen Angel by Three Days Grace.

Angel by Theory of a Deadman.

Never Too Late by Three Days Grace.

Escape by Megan Nicole.

Pompeii by Bastille.

Hometown by Twenty One Pilots.

The Greatest by Sia.

Could Have Been Me by Halsey.

Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab.

Someday by Nickelback.

Lullaby by Nickelback.

If Everyone Cared by Nickelback.

Friend, Please by Twenty One Pilots.

Fight Song by Rachel Platten.

Survivor by 2WEI & Edda Hayes.

If We Have Each Other by Alec Benjamin.

|~| Garvin |~|

Name: Garvin.

Name Meaning:

Garvin; “Rough, Rugged, Rough/Cruel Fate, Spear-Friend”.

Nickname(s): Anything you can think of! Please do, he loves nicknames. So much easier to remember compared to names. No one is safe from nicknames around him.

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Gender; Male.

Sexuality; Brinsexual.

Poly/Ambi/Mono; Ambi.

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Ability;

Catecholamine Rush.

He can cause Cortisol, Noradrenaline, Dopamine, and Adrenaline(either in combinations, separately, or all at once) to be boosted by making someone(or himself) use their natural supply up faster/more of it and his ability creates an artificial version of whichever one(s) are completely out that is easier to get addicted to the feeling of. He has to do something that would trigger natural production of whichever ones he’s trying to use before he can use his ability.

Koda or No?; Nope. Definitely not.

What Happened to Family?; Who’s that? Never heard of her… …Yeah, his birth certificate doesn't exist either anymore, so… Yeah.

Alignment; Chaotic Neutral!

Blood Type; He doesn’t actually know what his blood type is.

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Birthday: All he knows is it’s in July. Which is why he hates that month.

Zodiac: Cancer or Leo, he doesn’t know.

Age: As if he knows. He just knows he was ~5-7 when the orphanage had enough of him and he’s been out for ~2 decades(16-20 years). So like, at least 21, probably older though. (22).

How Old Do They Appear: Think this is kind of subjective. But uh, probably late 20s-30s.

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Appearance:

Credit to @lof@[email protected]

Garvin stands tall at a haunting 6’ 5”, usually hunched to a 6’ 3”. His skin tone is a pale fair color(a bit more on the tanned side though, given how much time he’s spent in the sun) with cool undertones(mostly greener ones due to his terrible habits), only adding to how pale he is. He has freckles practically everywhere on his body. Quite honestly, his skin and hair have a layer of dirt and grime that he’s sure wouldn’t leave even if he washed and washed.

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Garvin has a rather oval face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, but the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are rather gaunt despite it. Now for the nose, something that Garvin rather likes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are thinner in shape, and smirks his most often seen expression. Well, those and his signature Garvin grin.

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His eyebrows are rather thin. Despite them being thin and rather straight, they have a slight bush to them towards the end which gives them the illusion of an arrow pointing. Finally, his eyes with deep, heavy eye bags underneath them and usually bloodshot, (and whether that be from lack of sleep or his unhealthy habits, is unclear) are a deepset hooded shape and dark gray in color, which he is glad for. Because if he had green eyes with his freckles and red hair, he’d certainly huff and puff unhappily(sarcastically, of course). His face is framed by unruly and wavy, almost to the point of curly, (2C to 3B) red hair. Firey in color, though more on the gray side of the red hair spectrum, that is most oftenly messy and in his face, the tips of all of it going just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck.

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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a long torso matched with long legs, everything about him screams lanky. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 125 lbs, his BMI at 14.82 and being underweight by 31 pounds. Most surprising about his weight, is that most of what he does have is muscle, otherwise he'd probably be way more underweight than he already is. When it comes to body hair, Garvin doesn’t have an insane amount- Just about average for his age and circumstances, honestly. He also has a few tattoos of vines that go across his knuckles.

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As for scars, he possesses many. From scars on his back and shoulders that look like they’re from whipping, to burn scars on his legs and arms, to cuts on his arms, to a singular one that looks like a slash across his neck, to scars that make it seem like skin had peeled off his arms, to a scattering of small scars at his jawline, eyebrows, and nose. He’s covered in scars. His left hand has a small scar of a cut across his palm. And both hands have tiny scars all over, which are both just extremely calloused too. He also has quite a few cigarette burn scars on his arms.

Voice:

Out of the different types of voices, he’s a Spinto Tenor. As for a more detailed description… His voice is on the higher but deeper end of the spectrum. It’s gravelly and smooth. It used to be higher pitched and smooth, but given everything, it’s become deeper and gravelly; scratchy. It’s still higher pitched, just more rough sounding. Screechy wouldn’t be a good way to describe it, but if it was the only way to describe how raw his voice is, then it would have to work. His voice sounds hoarse, raw, and raspy, to put simply. He also doesn’t tend to put too much effort into dictation, so a lot of his words end up sounding a lot less clear than they should be.

Handedness; Ambidextrous.

Attire:

He’s usually wearing a red and black flannel that’s a bit torn up, stained, and burnt. Some of the tears have patches, but there’s still a few that don't. He never buttons it up all the way, especially since some of the buttons are missing or broken or hanging on by a thread. Under that, he usually wears a short sleeve white shirt. Luckily enough, this shirt doesn’t have any tears in it. It does have a few old stains and burn marks though.

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His pants tend to be ripped, baggy black pants that have quite a few patches. Somehow, he’s kept most of the pockets free from tears and holes. As for shoes, they most often end up as black work boots with buckles, some of the buckles on his left are broken, and one on the right is as well. He also wears a dark gray trench coat most of the time, with a few old stains and tears. But nothing brings in attention much like the tombstone patch he’s got on the back of it. It’s large, blank, and corroding. He absolutely refuses to wear any jacket that doesn’t have it on there. He’ll put it there himself if he has to.

Jewelry/Accessories:

And when it comes to accessories? Fingerless gloves made of gauze that he’s wrapped around his palms and up to his elbow, several rings(all bands) that he wears on whichever finger he ends up putting them on that morning.

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And then there’s piercings. He has a nose piercing(nasallang piercing), a few different ear piercings; multiple lobe ones(both ears; 5 left and 4 right), a helix piercing(left ear), a tragus piercing(both ears), a flat piercing(both ears; 2 left and 1 right), a lobe piercings(both ears), and an industrial piercing(right ear). Lastly, he also has a mouth piercing, a spider/viper bite piercing.

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Personality:

To say that Garvin is a generous and modest person would be like trying to say that a sydney funnel-web spider is a harmless spider. Because in all actuality, Garvin is arrogant and prideful, not to mention extremely greedy and selfish. Though this may come from the fact that he grew up on the streets, so to be fair, most of his boasts are well deserved. Regardless, he still has a huge ego that can and will intimidate opponents. Not to mention his sharp tongue that’ll spit insults like there’s no tomorrow.

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Despite his arrogance and sharp tongue, even despite his greed, when faced with kindness, this man immediately becomes awkward and confused. Stammering and eyes darting with suspicion as though he genuinely believes that no one could possibly be kind without any ulterior motives. He also is quite reckless, often getting into trouble with either authority or fellow people. Many times because of his own lies collapsing on himself.

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If you manage to become his friend, well, first off, good job. And second, you will find quickly that he’d much rather him die than them, though this may also be because of his nihilistic nature. Nevertheless, he’s still a great friend. Someone’s being mean to you? He’ll probably have a few words for them. Would he actually fight someone though... Not unless the other started it or if he was just that mad, he prefers to keep violence as a last resort. Though he’ll gladly carve into the school walls for his friends, sometimes quite literally.

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Food and money is the way to the guy’s heart, apparently. Though he’s a hopeless romantic in all actuality, just the thought of someone that doesn’t care how he is, just the thought of being able to be himself is something he dwells on for long periods of time. And this is probably due to how fake he acts, always loud and arrogant, always showing off and getting into trouble... But never actually being him. The insecure and nihilistic boy that doesn’t understand why no one ever wanted him.

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Despite his obvious ego and nihilistic views, he absolutely fears being forgotten by the people he cares about. Not only does he fear it though, he expects it to happen. If he were to talk to someone about it, he’d talk about it as if he’s accepted the fact. But he’s terrified of it nonetheless, he doesn’t want it to happen, he just knows it most likely will.

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He’s also someone that tries to trick himself into believing that he’s fine. He’s someone that tries to be an optimist in front of others but always ends up being a pessimist literally anywhere else.

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Despite the fact that he lies… A lot… He values honesty from others. Especially from those he considers friends. It doesn’t mean that he’ll be honest with them, but it does mean that if they know something or learn something that concerns him in any way. That’s his business in any way. He doesn’t want to be kept in the dark.

--

He tends to show himself as a confident, talkative prick; as mentioned in the first paragraph. As you probably have realized though, this is false. This is nowhere near to the truth. Now, you may remember me mentioning insecurities. And this is where I shall explain those and how they manifest.

--

The first(and biggest) insecurity is that he is going to die and no one will even notice, and that no one will even care if they do. This is connected to that deep rooted fear that I mentioned earlier. Just like the fear, he’s accepted that he will die someday, and that when that day comes… No one will notice, no one will care, no one will cry or shout or deny. It will happen and there will be no consequences to it at all. He tries to not let himself think about it too much.

--

The second insecurity, and one that plays into the first one, is that no one wants his company more so that they want him to do something that needs to be done for them. Something that he’s noticed in the past is that as soon as he’s done with a job or favor or promise, the person immediately drops all contact with him. So trust and actual deep connections with people are not something he has.

--

The third insecurity I’ll be explaining is the last one(Well, it’s not his last one, it’s just the last one I’ll be talking about.) He knows he seems talkative and loud most of the time, and he knows that that’s what people expect of him. And he thinks that since that’s what people expect of him, that that’s what people want from him whenever they hang out with him or talk to him.

Likes: Sleeping/Napping, Winning, Jokes, Music, Money, Nicknames, and Food(If only there was a love category).

Dislikes: Large Crowds, Stuck-ups, Small/Enclosed Spaces, Being Completely/Utterly Alone, Entitled/Rich People, Going Hungry, and Losing.

Fears: Well, as much as he says that he’s afraid of nothing- He’s probably afraid of deep water(Mild to Severe Thalassophobia), or dying. Or, well, not dying in and of itself, he’s had enough near death experiences to prove that. But he is afraid of what he knows will happen when he’s dead, which is him fading away into nothingness to never be remembered. Also just Mild to Severe Claustrophobia. Mild Cleithrophobia.

/~/

Strengths: Aim, Playing 12-String Banjo, Parkour, Stamina, Lying, Stealing, Flexible, and Observant.

Weaknesses: Paranoid, Alcoholic, Swimming(He can’t), Nihilistic, Awkward, Insecure, Addictive Smoker, and A Bit Selfish.

Posture:

Garvin’s posture is tense, but relaxed. He’s practically always at least slightly hunched, though his shoulders are usually tensed. His entire posture really just screams that he’s comfortable and relaxed to anyone that only gives him a glance. Anyone who looks on longer though can see the slightest tenses that say that he’s alert, that he’s still watching people and is prepared for any oncoming attacks. Usually though, nobody really notices the signs of being alert and simply thinks that he’s a relaxed kind of guy.

/~/

Physical Health: A cough that probably won’t ever go away. It’s more of a minor annoyance to him nowadays, if not even just slightly amusing. Other than that, he’s probably severely malnourished.

Mental Health: Probably a lot of stuff that Garvin doesn’t care to know.

Immune System: Finally! Something good! His immune system is great. Probably because of the rat and bird he ate. When he does get sick though, it’s either just a mild inconvenience or it’s really bad. There’s no in between.

Allergies: Thankfully, none.

Addictions: Can we just say everything and leave it at that?

/~/

Lover(s): Nope.

Crush(es): Nope.

Ex(es): Plenty of flings, if those count.

Significant Other(s): Nope.

/~/

Trivia:

If he could afford it, he’d have even more piercings and tattoos. But he can’t, so he’s settled on being fine with what he does have. Same for a new 12-string banjo since he sold his old one years ago, if we’re being honest. But as of now, he’s more concerned with staying alive.

--

He carries a swiss knife on his person at all times, given you never know when you’d need one- He says it’s quite nice to have it. It’s also quite nice to know what all is edible in an area, or at least edible enough to not die from eating it and to stave off starvation for as long as possible. In his own humble opinion, of course.

--

Despite being a liar and a thief, he tries his best to keep promises. He hates promising or swearing that he’ll do something and then not doing it. It honestly gets on his nerves when he has to do so.

--

He recommends to everyone not to eat a dead, unwashed, uncooked bird that’s been lying on the ground for days unless they have to. Same for a raw, dead rat that’s soaking wet from rain.

--

Garvin has a certain grin he does a lot, one where you can never be sure if it’s genuine or not. It doesn’t normally matter how good at face reading someone is, even some of the best gamblers he’d met hadn’t been able to tell. But everybody knows it’s basically his signature, you see it and know it’s him immediately. Doesn’t matter how long you’d known him, it’s almost for certain you know the grin.

--

Garvin has a persistent cough that won’t leave, which he’s had for over a decade now. He’s gotten used to it, and it’s more of a slight annoyance than anything else. As for anything mental? Nothing that’s been diagnosed, since he doesn’t have the time nor money for something like that in his opinion. But his mental state is nowhere near stable, if we’re being honest. Trust issues, self-depreciation, insecurities that run so deep at this point that he doesn’t even realize he has them until someone pokes a sensitive area, touch starved, an apathy that he deals with by getting into even more trouble than he already did before, tension in his shoulders and back from needing to stay alert more than most, insomnia and near constant exhaustion for the same reason… Honestly, he’s a mess. A functional mess, sure, but still a mess.

--

Garvin’s penmanship, quite frankly- Is terrible. It’s barely legible, even to him. But that’s when he writes fast and for long periods, if he’s writing something slower or something short then it’s a bit better. Still not the best, but it’s definitely more legible, at least. And that’s not even mentioning the spelling! He sticks to smaller words, because he can’t really spell. Or really read either.

Themesong(s):

Virtual Reality by rey.

Far From Home by Sam Tinnesz.

16 Shots by Stefflon Don.

Oblivion by Dirty Palm.

Why Worry by Set It Off.

Little Poor Me by Layto.

Killer by The Ready Set.

I Don’t Exist by Olivia O’Brien.

Save Me by Shinedown.

Middle Finger by Bohnes.

Everybody Gets High by MISSIO.

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths.

Drunk by The Living Tombstone.

My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone.

People I Don’t Like by UPSAHL.

Drugs by UPSAHL.

i’m so sick of this by guccihighwaters.

i hate me too by guccihighwaters.

i’m gonna fade away by guccihighwaters.

Hate by Crywank.

It’s OK I Wouldn’t Remember Me Either by Crywank.

Fallohides by We The Heathens.

Neurotic Decay by We The Heathens.

The Entertainment’s Here by AJR.

Break My Face by AJR.

Let the Games Begin by AJR.

100 Bad Days by AJR.

Sober Up by AJR & Rivers Cuomo.

Weak by AJR.

FADE AWAY by XAM.

THE DEVIL by XAM.

DEFEATED by XAM & Two:22.

BAD THOUGHTS by XAM & Lil Yung Pharaoh.

GOODBYE by XAM & ohsobrkn.

Fuck It! by Days N Daze.

Misanthropic Drunken Loner by Days N Daze.

My Darling Dopamine by Days N Daze.

Saboteurs by Days N Daze.

Flurry Rush by Days N Daze.

Shitmachine! by Days N Daze.

Wholesale Failure by Days N Daze.

Same Shit by Days N Daze.

Fall Out by Days N Daze.

Call In the Coroner by Days N Daze.

Spilt Beer by Days N Daze.

Shit Luck by Days N Daze.

Nine on the Bortle by Days N Daze.

Post Party Depression by Days N Daze.

Now I by Days N Daze.

Self Destructive Anthem by Days N Daze & We The Heathens.

Goodbye Lulu by Days N Daze.

Goodbye Lulu Pt.2 by Days N Daze.

Self-Loathing by Days N Daze.

Lo Fi, One Mic (Cover) by Days N Daze.

Vent by Days N Daze

Comfort epershand Control by Days N Daze.

Addvice by Days N Daze.

Days N Daze of Our Lives by Days N Daze.

Little Blue Pills by Days N Daze.

Phony (English Version) by Will Stetson.

Unaware Drunkard (English Version) by Will Stetson.

|~| Levy |~|

Name: Devery Kole Martin.

Name Meaning:

Devery; “Riverbank, Bee”.

Kole; “Victory, People, Charcoal”.

Martin; “Mars, Male, War”.

Nickname(s): Levy, Devy, Dev, Veve, Vodka, Absinthe, Lackey, Eve, Vee, Stark, Tin Can, Mars, and so many more. Dude knows Garvin, what were you expecting?

/~/

Gender; Male.

Sexuality; Pansexual.

Poly/Ambi/Mono; Ambi.

/~/

Ability;

Flatten.

It’s a simple ability, in all honesty. He can flatten people’s emotions for up to an hour at a time. And… Yeah, that’s about it. He can basically take away people’s emotions for up to an hour.

Koda or No?; Yep, a low ranking one obviously.

What Happened to Family?; His parents died and his brothers wanted nothing to do with him.

Alignment; Chaotic Neutral.

Blood Type; O+.

/~/

Birthday: December 21st.

Zodiac: Sagittarius-Capricorn Cusp.

Age: 25.

How Old Do They Appear: Early 20s to early 30s.

/~/

Appearance:

Credit to @lof@[email protected]

6’2” | 175lbs(22.47 BMI) | Light Beige Skin | Blue-Green Eyes | Square-Faced | Mesomorph | Apathetic/Laidback Presence | Mullet with Right Shaved | Stark White Hair | Large/Straight Nose | Tons of Ear Piercings | Bird Back Tattoo | Septum Piercing

Voice:

Dev’s voice is on the deeper and lower side of the spectrum, one you'd expect from someone threatening. But it's softer and smoother, like a good friend's voice. Baritone-Bass voice.

Handedness; Left-Handed.

/~/

Personality:

Apathetic / Laidback / Reliable / Enabler / Opinionated / Chill / Sarcastic / Resilient / Cold-Hearted / Assertive / Witty / Dark Humor / Independent / Indifferent / Slapstick Humor / Silver Tongue / Patient / Snarky / Self-Absorbed / Flirty / Pitiless / Greedy / Mature / Selfish / Tactless / Calm / Cunning / Bold / Lustful / Liar / Observant / Supportive / Easily Bored / Confident / Deceptive / Adaptable / Disrespectful / Carefree / Social / Insensitive / Perceptive / Cocky / Daring / Ambitious / Charismatic / Nonjudgmental / Secretive / Power-Hungry / Loyal / Jealous / Protective / Persistent / Manipulative / Extrovert / Dominant / Teaser / Strong-Willed

Likes: People, Parties, Money, Drinking, Music, and Gambling.

Dislikes: Negativity, Boredom, Silence, Watered Down Drinks, Stupid People, and Complaining.

Fears: Honestly, Levy isn’t scared of much nowadays. Maybe like, losing people he cares about but even then. It’s pretty dulled out by now.

/~/

Strengths: Patience, Persistence, Physical Strength, Mixology, Stealth, and Lying.

Weaknesses: Stamina, Alcoholic, Selfish, Enabling, Condescending, Insensitive, and Apathetic.

Posture: Devery’s posture is very relaxed, similar to someone who just really doesn’t give a shit. Which is accurate, if we’re being honest.

/~/

Physical Health: He’s in good health, actually. He’s scored it rather well given his situation and all.

Mental Health: He’s actually doing pretty well. Other than like, being extremely apathetic most of the time.

Immune System: Nothing special, it isn’t terrible at least.

Allergies: None.

Addictions: Let’s just say everything and leave it there.

/~/

Lover(s): Nope.

Crush(es): Nope.

Ex(es): Tons of flings, perhaps most notable is Garvin. The two are still best friends, of course, it was a one time thing but the offer is always still there.

Significant Other(s): Nope.

/~/

Trivia:

Devery has a part-time job as a bartender, and a side gig as a dealer. So, that’s fun.

-

Levy owns a gun. Just a simple handgun. Nothing special.

Themesong(s):

Happy Pills by Weathers.

Days N Daze of Our Lives by Days N Daze.

Back In School by Mother Mother.

Crazy = Genius by Panic! At The Disco.

Nothing Ever Changes by Nico Collins.

The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience.

Absinthe by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME.

Little Blue Pills Pt.3 by Days N Daze.

Nine on the Bortle by Days N Daze.

Comfort epershand Control by Days N Daze.

Goodbye Lulu by Days N Daze.

Everybody Gets High by MISSIO.

Call In The Coroner by Days N Daze.

I Don’t Give A… by MISSIO & Zeale.

sad faces & dark places by Babel.

|~| Quinn |~|

Name: Quincy Jordan.

Name Meaning:

Quincy; “Fifth”.

Jordan; “Descend, Flow Down”.

Nickname(s): Quinn, and whatever else you can think of.

/~/

Gender; Male.

Sexuality; Pansexual. He’s also on the aro spec, but as of now he’s mostly just saying Arohaze or Arospike since he doesn’t know the exact term for himself yet.

Poly/Ambi/Mono; Poly.

/~/

Ability;

Pyrokinesis.

Quincy’s ability is simple. He can control and create fire at will. Whether at his hands, feet, from a fireplace, a gas stove, or anything else. He can either produce it or control pre-existing fire. Due to this ability, he also can’t actually be burned by flames or anything hot. He takes full advantage of this when it comes to hot, fresh food.

Koda or No?; Nope.

What Happened to Family?; They died while he was younger, having gotten involved with the wrong crowd.

Alignment; Chaotic Neutral.

Blood Type; A+.

/~/

Birthday: May 29th.

Zodiac: Gemini.

Age: 21.

How Old Do They Appear: Early to mid 20s.

/~/

Appearance:

Credit to @lof@[email protected]

5’9” | 136lbs(20.08 BMI) | Tan Beige Skin | Hazel & Amber Eyes | Oval-Faced | Plenty of Freckles, They’re Everywhere | Ectomorph | Minimal Eyebags | Laidback/Confident/Excitable Presence | Shaggy 2C, Shoulder Length Hair | Dark Brown Hair | Pointed/Downturned Nose | Tons of Ear Piercings | Joker Card Tattoos on Shoulders | Sunglasses for Life!

Voice: An easy Tenor voice, maybe a bit lower, but really? It comes off as a bit thick, less than honey but still thick. His voice also tends to be a bit scratchy, but never by much. It’s a rather easy voice to hear and listen to.

Handedness; Right-Handed.

/~/

Personality:

Independent | Flirtatious | Ambitious | Impulsive | Humorous | Determined | Jokester | Hot-Headed | Slightly Apathetic | Self-Centered | Wanderlust | Confident | Smooth | Cocky | Spontaneous | Chaotic | Impatient | Extroverted | Sassy | Passionate | Competitive | Assertive | Witty | Snarky | Stubborn | Blunt | Wanderlust? | Sarcastic | Slight/Mild Abandonment Issues | Sharp Tongue | Energetic | Excitable | Sometimes Clingy | Conflict Seeking | Argumentative | Sly | Flexible | Selfish | Decisive | Charismatic | Adaptable | Mischievous | Laidback | Reckless | Even-Tempered | Freedom!!! | Fidgety | Commitment Issues | No Filter | Sometimes Observant | Extreme Wanderlust

Likes: Music, People, Traveling, New Things, Jokes, Money, Food, Party Games, and Nature.

Dislikes: Silence, Solitude, Losing, Boredom, Negativity, Routine, Order, Schedules, and Authority.

Fears: Mild to Severe Gamophobia. And that’s about it. Committing to literally anything or anyone, especially when it comes to settling down in one place.

/~/

Strengths: Stamina, Stealth, Lying, Speed, Playing Baritone Ukulele, and Stealing.

Weaknesses: Impatient, Extreme Wanderlust, Impulsive, Physical Strength, Selfish, and Not Usually Empathetic.

Posture: His posture speaks a lot of a really laidback yet chaotic personality. He seems confident, but not overbearingly so. He seems relaxed and laidback, but able to jump into anything at a moment’s notice. Sometimes, he seems a lot more fidgety too, unable to sit still. Usually, that’s only when he’s starting to get uncomfortable staying in one place though.

/~/

Physical Health: Quincy is in pretty good shape, a bit on the slimmer side but not really unhealthy by any means.

Mental Health: Quinn’s actually doing pretty good. He’s pretty healthy.

Immune System: Quincy’s immune system is basically perfect. He rarely ever gets sick. Which is awesome!

Allergies: Quinn is allergic to peaches. A bit odd but, yeah. That’s it though!

Addictions: Mostly just drinking and smoking. Unless we count traveling, of course.

/~/

Lover(s): Nope.

Crush(es): Nope.

Ex(es): A few flings in the past but not anyone really important to mention.

Significant Other(s): Aries.

/~/

Trivia:

Quincy owns both a baritone ukulele and a simple handgun. He’s got a small gig with Devy as a dealer now too.

Themesong(s):

Rebels by Call Me Karizma.

Bounce Man by Twenty One Pilots.

New Perspective by Panic! At The Disco.

Riptide by Vance Joy.

Sweet Tooth by Scott Helman.

When I Come Around by Green Day.

Burn The House Down by AJR.

The Good Part by AJR.

Aawake At Night by half•alive.

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage The Elephant.

Californication by Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Renegades by X Ambassador.

Faster Car by Loving Caliber.

Second Chance by Shinedown.

Medicine by Artist Vs Poet.

This Bird Has Flown by The Ghost Club.

Everything At Once by Lenka.

|~| Oculi |~|

Name: Oculi Aisling Belmira.

Name Meaning:

Oculi; “Eye”.

Aisling; “Dream, Vision”.

Belmira; “Famous, Noble, Beautiful, Sight”.

Nickname(s): Whatever you can come up with.

/~/

Gender; AMAB Apagender. (They/Them).

Sexuality; Cupiosexual Panromantic.

Poly/Ambi/Mono; Ambi.

/~/

Ability;

Sight.

By closing one eye, they can see through the eye of someone that they know. By closing both eyes, they can see through either both eyes of one person they know or one eye of two people they know. This is very disconcerting however. Even more, they can open their ‘third eye’ and protect their mind from any abilities that would alter or mess with it. Unfortunately, they cannot keep it up forever, simply an hour or so at max.

Koda or No?; No… Well, they had one at some point. Not now though.

What Happened to Family?; Mother died, disowned by father.

Alignment; Lawful Neutral.

Blood Type; A-.

/~/

Birthday: March 5th.

Zodiac: Pisces.

Age: 23.

How Old Do They Appear: Early to mid 20s.

/~/

Appearance:

Credit to @lof@[email protected]

5’8” | 122(18.55 BMI) | Tan Olive Skin, Warm Undertones | Slender, Upturned Indigo Eyes | Medium Eyebags | Heart-Faced | Light Dust of Freckles | Ectomorph | Thick Eyebrows | Laidback/Friendly/Distant Presence | Somewhat Messy, Larynx Length Hair | Scar at Left Eyebrow | Dyed Pink Hair | Straight Nose | Lobe + Helix Piercings | Gentle Smiles

Voice: Oculi’s voice is surprisingly clear and sharp. One of the only indicators of their past life. It’s a smooth, thick Tenor-Baritone voice. Firm and confident, able to pierce the air with ease.

Handedness; Right-Handed.

/~/

Personality:

Perceptive | Escapist | Creative | Scatterbrained | Generous | Sensitive | Intuitive | Secretive | Friendly | Absentminded | Empathetic | Burnt Out Gifted Kid | Intelligent | Conflict Averse | Gentle | Strict | Strong-Willed | No Filter | Dependable | Rigid | Observant | Introverted | Impatient | Hopeless Romantic | Mischievous | Productive | Impulsive | Adaptable | Passive Aggressive | Driven | Distant | Open-Minded | Overbearing | Compassionate | Clingy | Energetic | Procrastination | Sharp | Fidgety | Humorous | No Sense of Self | Social Chameleon | Self-Centered | Sharp Tongue

Likes: Nature, Spicy Food, Order, Music, Stars, Reading/Writing, Animals, Physical Affection, and Rain/Storms.

Dislikes: Judgment, Bland Flavors, Authority, Negativity, Silence, The Cold, Arguments, Pettiness, and Solitude.

Fears: Mild to Severe Autophobia.

/~/

Strengths: Observant, Intelligent, Empathetic, Optimistic, Stealth, Silver Tongue, and Adaptable.

Weaknesses: Physical Strength, Immune System, Clingy, Impulsive, Identity Issues, Conflict Averse, and Overly Sensitive.

Posture: They have rather good posture too, an odd thing when taking into account the rest of them. But they do, they seem to always be standing at alert. If anything, their posture seems a bit tense.

/~/

Physical Health: Well, they definitely aren’t going to be winning any fight anytime soon. That’s for sure. Oculi really just doesn’t seem to gain weight, regardless of how much they eat.

Mental Health: C-PTSD, Mild to Severe Depression, Insomnia, and Mild to Severe Derealization/Depersonalization.

Immune System: Oculi tends to get sick a bit easier than most, but they also tend to get better faster too.

Allergies: None.

Addictions: Nothing, though they do smoke and/or drink sometimes. Not enough for it to count as anything.

/~/

Lover(s): Nope.

Crush(es): Nope.

Ex(es): A toxic one here and there, but overall not many.

Significant Other(s): Nope.

/~/

Trivia: They give off a lot of body heat, though they often feel cold themself.

Themesong(s):

Lowlife by Adam Jensen.

Expectations by Arrested Youth.

parents by YUNGBLUD.

Scrawny by Wallows.

Black Bile by The Comedown.

Happy Song by Bring Me The Horizon.

98 Degrees by Arrested Youth.

BLAME IT ON THE KIDS by AViVA.

Problematic by Get Scared.

still feel. by half•alive.

Don’t You Dare Forget the Sun by Get Scared.

Heathens by Twenty One Pilots.

Thnks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy.

Sugar, We’re Goin Down by Fall Out Boy.

Morph by Twenty One Pilots.

~Angel~

Name:

Ingall Dara Featherlight

**Name Meaning:

Ingall: Angel

Dara: Intelligent/wise

Featherlight: Light as a feather

**Nickname(s):

Angel, Gal/Gall, anything you can come up with

/~/

Gender;

Male

Sexuality;

Demisexual Panromantic (Male and NB lean)

Poly/Ambi/Mono;

Ambi

/~/

Ability;

Enticing Voice

With this power, Gall basically has the power to captivate the attention of anyone and everyone in earshot at the time. He can redirect their attention and convince them to do what he says because it's a "good idea" and will "always work." His words can hold someone's focus for several minutes after he stops talking as well, meaning they may come back to reality doing something they don't remember starting or in a completely different place than they thought they were.

Koda or No?;

Yes, a low ranking one

What Happened to Family?;

They died

**Alignment;

Lawful Good

Blood Type;

B-

/~/

**Birthday:

December 5

**Zodiac:

Sagittarius

Age:

21

**How Old Do They Appear:

17-19

/~/

Appearance:

Credit to @lof@[email protected]

Ingall is extraordinarily beautiful. He's tall, standing at 6'2", and has a slender, hourglass build. His hair falls down past his shoulders, bleach blonde and wavy, most often seen in a braid. His face is diamond-shaped with a narrower chin and forehead and broader cheekbones.

Ingall's eyes are almond-shaped and a bright, pretty green, full of intelligence. His lips are thin and slightly turned down, making him look constantly serious. His skin is fair and completely clear except for a crescent-shaped scar on the left side of his chin. His ears are slightly pointed and often have earrings in them, and his nose is slightly more pointed than usual, giving him a sharp look.

Ingall's cheeks have a light splash of freckles on them. His eyebrows are thin and have an obvious arch, and there are a few worry lines between them, something that should be expected from a person such as Ingall.

**Voice:

Ingall's voice, though typically softer and carrying an appealing, gentle tone, is easily raised and well heard, always clear. He annunciates and articulates very well, so even people who may struggle to understand the language typically can usually gain some level of understanding. His voice is made for singing and public speaking, constantly moving and easily keeping people engaged.

**Handedness;

Left-handed

**Attire:

Gall is generally pretty well dressed, always in a logical manner, of course. He typically wears a light blue long-sleeved shirt under a darker blue or black long vest or jacket with a belt over the top and black pants with tall black boots. He also always carries his long bow and arrows and his brown leather bag.

**Jewelry/Accessories:

Ingall is typically seen with a silver tree necklace around his neck and a crescent moon in one ear and a star earring in the other, showing off his love of nature.

/~/

Personality:

Ingall is a very deep, complicated character.

Starting out simple, he's extremely intelligent. Ingall understands problems of all sorts better than most people. He sees things through a logical lens and solves things based on math, science, or linguistics. It's common for him to shove his emotions aside in order to come up with the best solution. This isn't to say that Angel doesn't understand emotions, psychology is one of his best subjects, he just believes that it's his job to create the best solutions and make sure everyone else is taken care of. He can worry about his own feelings later.

Along with this Ingall is always extremely organized. Plus, you may as well call him Mary Poppins because he's always got anything you could possibly need with him. He plans ahead and never undermines the slight importance of any item.

Next, Ingall's always got a backup plan. You can never expect anything to go perfectly, and if you don't have another plan, things can go to shit real fast. Therefore, Angel will have about a dozen scenarios in his head and at least two plans for each. You can never be too prepared.

Ingall can also be a bit of a stubborn know-it-all. To be fair, he usually does know best, but still, it can certainly be annoying to be around him on occasion, because he rarely changes his opinion once he decides on it.

Okay, there was surface level, let's dive a bit deeper, shall we?

First off, Ingall is in a constant state of paranoia. Everything could go wrong in a matter of seconds. It's happened to him more than once, and because of that, plus some extra trauma on top of those few times, he's never able to fully calm himself and accept that everything might be okay. He doesn't understand the concept of safety. Everything is a threat. Everyone is an enemy.

Perhaps because of this, Angel can be unintentionally manipulative a lot of the time. Yes, it is genuinely unintentional. He'll say or do something that's a simple habit for him, often as a defense mechanism, and it'll come out in a way that sounds different than Ingall actually intended. Or he'll assume that someone is doing something that they aren't because he thinks it's obvious that that's what should be happening because his mind works that way, and when he figures out that's not what's happening, he'll be confused and accidentally guilt shame. He really, really doesn't mean to, he just doesn't understand what he's doing.

Onto self-expectation, something Ingall struggles with a lot. He always tells himself he has to be absolutely perfect, and, when he's not, he beats himself up for it. He also assumes everyone expects the same from him and often ends up apologizing for it, even if literally no one expected anything of him. This, again, stems from severe trauma.

Now, how is Angel with people?

Terrible. He doesn't know how to talk to them at all. Yes, he's great at public speaking, anything that involves teaching, and ranting about random issues, but when it comes to genuine discussions? Ingall doesn't even know where to start. He gets anxious and fidgety, he's very socially awkward until you strike a subject of interest to him. This is mainly because he hasn't had really good experiences with making friends in the past.

Now, Ingall really does like people, even if he's awkward around them. He hates seeing people get hurt and always stands up for those in need. He fights for equality and has a genuine love for people and their well-being.

He is also a huge fan of nature, loving just about everything relating to the outdoors. He's got a way with animals and loves to help them out or just watch them do their thing when he can.

Angel really is a sweet guy, he just doesn't get a lot of opportunity to show it.

Likes:

Dislikes:

**Loves:

**Hates:

**Fears:

Loud noises, especially shouting are a major trigger for Ingall's anxiety and PTSD. He also fears not being in control, whether
that's of himself or his surroundings, he always needs a sense of control.

/~/

**Hobbies:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

**Posture:

Picture perfect

/~/

Physical Health:

Occasional physical tics as a result of anxiety (Head jerking, flapping hands, tongue clicking)

Mental Health:

Ingall suffers from severe anxiety, paranoia, C-PTSD, and OCD

Immune System:

Very good

**Allergies:

None

**Addictions:

Workaholic

/~/

**Lover(s):

N/A

**Crush(es):

N/A

**Ex(es):

Amar Coldblood (3-year-long relationship, very toxic)

**Significant Other(s):

N/A

/~/

**Trivia:

**Themesong(s):

**Other:

---

Name:

Akira Casimir Toivo

**Name Meaning:

Akira: Bright/Clear/Ideal

Casimir: Peace

Toivo: Trust/Hope/Promise/Faith

**Nickname(s):

Aki, anything you can think of

/~/

Gender;

AMAB Nonbinary (they/them)

Sexuality;

Demi-Omnisexual and Omniromantic (Masculine lean)

Poly/Ambi/Mono;

Ambi

/~/

Ability;

Strategize

This ability gives Akira a kind of foresight in different situations, mainly regarding combat and sports, and allows them to quickly formulate a solid plan without researching their opponents first. They can come up with a plan that might usually take hours in just a few minutes.

Koda or No?;

No

What Happened to Family?;

They died

**Alignment;

True Neutral

Blood Type;

B-

/~/

**Birthday:

July 30

**Zodiac:

Leo

Age:

20

**How Old Do They Appear:

Early 20's

/~/

Appearance:

Akira is about average height, standing at 5'9" and weighing at a slightly heavier than average 200 pounds, though the extra weight really is just muscle. Their skin is lightly tanned with warm undertones.

Their face is diamond-shaped with a smaller chin and forehead and slightly wider cheekbones. Their nose is what you may consider 'normal,' with a slight curve and rounded off end while their lips are thin and often pulled upward in a lazy smile.

Akira's eyes hooded and seem to sag slightly, colored amber. They're also accompanied by eye bags at all times. Their eyebrows are slightly bushy and have no obvious arch, hanging above Aki's eyes in a way that makes them look constantly determined and maybe even angry.

Akira's hair is dyed a dark purple and is just above shoulder length, with the back often pulled into a small ponytail. The front of their hair has a tendency to fall into their face and is very messy more often than not.

For scars, Aki has quite a few. The most obvious being one right across their nose, one around the length of their neck, and one across their cheek. Many more litter their back, legs, and arms, though Akira never specifies where they got all of them, only ever saying they were from "training accidents."

**Voice:

Akira's voice is lower in pitch and generally pretty quiet. They speak somewhat slower than normal, taking time to find the correct wording before actually saying the words out loud. They also tend to draw out 'N' and 'M' sounds as well as hold onto s's. They're pretty easy to understand as long as you're close enough to actually hear them.

**Handedness;

Right-handed

**Attire:

Aki is often seen in a large array of colors, though blues, purples, and pinks are their favorites. They usually wear a colored shirt, simple pants (usually ripped in at least one place... accidentally), and plain torn-up work boots.

Oh, also, Akira is always cold. They're never seen without some sort of jacket or coat, and usually sport a scarf as well. Seriously, it can be summer and they'll be freezing!

**Jewelry/Accessories:

Akira has a lot of piercings. Pretty much every ear piercing you can imagine, they've got it. They also have a nose piercing and a stomach piercing, though they don't wear charms and things on those as religiously as they do their ears.

Aki is also rarely seen without their fingerless gloves and yin-yang necklace.

/~/

Personality:

Akira is... interesting to say the least.

On one hand, they absolutely love physical activity and hanging out with friends, and, on the other hand, they'll kill you if you wake them from their evening nap. Akira is both full of energy and completely drained at the same time... They don't even understand it themself!

That weird fact aside, Akira really is a complex character. They enjoy reading and relaxing (usually in their room alone), and they're generally a very chill person to be around. At the same time, however, they can never refuse a challenge. Whether it be a game of chess or a training duel, Aki is always very determined to win, and they won't stop until they do... only to complain about being tired later.

Aki is also a very kind soul. They can befriend basically anyone just by their ability to read the room and casually start up a conversation or just sit quietly and read in the same room as someone else as an extended hand of friendship. They care very deeply about their friends and are extremely loyal. No matter what. Once you've befriended them, they've always got your back, even if it gets them into trouble.

Admittedly, they do like to show off a bit, enjoying being applauded, but they never take up too much time, and you'll rarely hear them boasting about how they're better than someone else (outside of friendly banter), even if they are. They like to win fair and square, and, in their eyes, no one's really a loser if they tried their best.

That said, Akira will absolutely snap at someone who's beating down on someone else because they didn't win a game or, worse, failed at something out of their control. Aki hates bullies and is always quick to stand up and protect those who need it. They're a big softie, really.

Also, though, Aki can definitely be lazy if there's something they don't care about. They're very smart, but they don't always try their best when it comes to boring things like math and science. Sports and English are much more their style and any other stupid subject can burn in hell. You can find them lounging around their room or some other space that's clear enough for them to lie down in.

Oh, right. Akira also has a sense of humor. A very dry sense of humor. They crack a lot of jokes, but it takes a lot of being around them for you to know when they're actually joking and when they aren't. Also, they don't mind a few pranks here and there, as long as they aren't causing any harm. If they are causing harm though, Aki will quickly shut it down. They're too protective to let anyone do anything stupid enough to hurt someone else.

Overall, Aki is a kind, competitive, somewhat lazy, and protective soul. Oh, also, they really like food.

Likes:

**Loves:

**Fears:

Aki's biggest fear is definitely seeing the people they care about hurt. Physically or emotionally.

/~/

**Hobbies:

Strengths:

**Posture:

For the most part, Akira's posture is pretty good, they don't hunch so much that they appear much smaller than they are, but they don't have perfect posture either. It's usually relaxed, but overly so.

/~/

Physical Health:

Extremely good. Akira's in amazing physical shape

Mental Health:

Aki suffers from C-PTSD, generalized anxiety disorder, and moderate to severe clinical depression

Immune System:

Very good

**Allergies:

None

**Addictions:

None

/~/

**Lover(s):

N/A

**Crush(es):

???

**Ex(es):

Ava Millar (two-year relationship, very toxic)

Howard Barneby (two-year relationship, very toxic)

**Significant Other(s):

N/A

/~/

**Trivia:

**Themesong(s):

**Other:

Gwyar ‘Aries/Khorne’ Ariethous Fraoch | M | 20 | Varies/O- | Demi/Ambi | Blood Manipulation | No | Mentions; Everyone (Ind/Dir).

Gwyar got up with the sun, as he often did. He hadn’t gotten much sleep, he never really did. But, how could he complain? He was allowed to stay in Chile’s apartment, had his own room, and there was even a rule about not entering each other’s room without knocking. Clio had been doing better the past month too, probably because she finally had other people than just him and her brother.

--

Everything had been going well for the group for the past month. So, really, there was no reason to complain about anything. So, he wouldn’t. He simply got up with the sun and shook off any remaining tiredness from the few hours he’d gotten. Thankfully, without any dreaming. That was always good.

--

Gwyar got dressed quickly, not wanting to get in the way of any plans the group might have. He wasn’t sure if they did have plans, but he’d prefer to be ready just in case. Just so he wouldn’t be in the way if they did. A simple shirt, his hoodie, a random pair of clean pants, and his boots. Then, he stepped out of his room.

--

Immediately, he saw Chile already up and walking towards the kitchen. Probably to make breakfast, he usually did that on the weekends. So, he made his way over to his friend.

--

Kyle looked over at him fairly easily, smiling, “Hey Ari, good morning.”

--

Gwyar nodded, “Good morning. Want help with breakfast?”

--

“Sure, I was thinking about making pancakes and berries. How’s that sound?”

--

Gwyar almost paused in thought, he’d never be used to being asked for his opinion. But he shrugged, and because this was Chile, “That sounds fine to me. Want me to ask Quinn and the girls?”

--

“Nah, we can let them sleep. You know though, some of the others are probably awake already. I can go ask them if you go ahead and get the ingredients out?”

--

He nodded, “That’s fine, yeah. I can do that.”

--

“Great. Be back soon.”

--

And with that, Gwyar heard as the front door opened and closed. So he went ahead and busied himself with getting out the ingredients. Flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, milk, butter, and eggs. He decided to go ahead and wait to get out any berries, just so they stayed cold longer.

*~*~*~*

Chile ‘Kyle’ Guerra Seymour | M | 20 | AB- | Pan/Ambi | Reindeer Shifter | Yes | Mentions; Everyone (Ind/Dir).

Chile woke up early, really early in all honesty. But that was less because of any bad reason, than it was a habit to wake up early. And as soon as he’d been awake, he was going through what to do this morning as he got dressed. Casual clothes, so that if he did go anywhere today then he wouldn’t look out of place but if he didn’t then he also wouldn’t look out of place. Just a simple shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and a lightweight, light blue jacket.

--

And then he was out of his room, walking around and fixing up the couch for if his sister wanted to lay down in the living room instead of her room with Maya in the apartment. And then, he was grabbing a water bottle off the table and carrying it to the small houseplant he had to water it. Last thing on the list was breakfast.

--

Kyle heard a door open as he finished watering the plant, and he turned to see Aries walking out of his room in the apartment. He gave his friend a small nod as he started towards the kitchen to make breakfast.

--

When Ari managed to catch up to him, he looked over with a smile. “Hey Ari, good morning.”

--

“Good morning. Want help with breakfast?”

--

Chile thought for a moment. Aries seemed to be in an alright mood, and letting him help would keep that mood around longer. Plus, a good chance to work into the dude’s head about forming his own opinions. “Sure, I was thinking about making pancakes and berries. How’s that sound?”

--

“That sounds fine to me. Want me to ask Quinn and the girls?”

--

He hummed for a moment. Clio needed all the sleep she could get, and Maya was in the same room as her. So those two would have to wait. And then Quincy? Chile would rather keep Ari in a relaxed, good mood a little longer. “Nah, we can let them sleep.”

--

But making pancakes and berries just for them two? There were problems there that Kyle didn’t want to touch on. So, he continued, “You know though, some of the others are probably awake already. I can go ask them if you go ahead and get the ingredients out?”

--

“That’s fine, yeah. I can do that.”

--

All potential problems avoided! Score for Chile. “Great. Be back soon.” And he opened the door to the apartment and left, closing it behind him.

--

As he did, he hoped that Ari would do alright in the wait. But, well, the two had decided what to do, so he took a glance around the hall at the other two doors on the floor. Knowing the people that stayed in each one, Devery was the one with people least likely to actually cook breakfast. So it was probably best to start with them.

--

He walked over and knocked on the door, hearing some indecipherable chatter on the other end before Devery actually opened the door a minute later.

--

“Oh, hey Chile. Need something?”

--

Devery’s face didn’t show off any emotion, just a cool blank stare with a singular eyebrow raised to signify a question. “I decided to make breakfast today, so I thought I might as well and see if any of you would want any.”

--

“I’ll take some, sure.”

--

Kyle nodded, glancing into the mess that was Devery’s apartment before looking back at him. “Any clue on the others?”

--

Devery shrugged and turned back, raising his voice a bit, “Yo- Any of you want breakfast? It’ll be on Kyle.”

--

And not even a second later, he could hear Garvin’s voice answering. “Breakfast? Fuckin’ course I’ll take some.”

--

And Devery looked back over, “Pretty sure Agnar and Akira are still asleep. So I’ll ask them once they’re up, if they wake up in time and all.”

--

Chile nodded, huffing a small laugh. “Alright then. Whenever they wake up you can just send them out to find me.”

--

Devery nodded, and then shut the door. So Kyle turned and walked on over to Ingall’s door, knocking on it to get the rest of the group’s answers. Knowing Agnar, the dude probably was awake. So he didn’t doubt it’d be long before he saw him.

*~*~*~*

Garvin | M | N/A (22) | N/A | Brin/Ambi | Catecholamine Rush | No | Mentions; Everyone (Ind/Dir).

When Garvin woke up, he woke up to a headache. Which, honestly, wasn’t too surprising. Wasn’t out of the ordinary. It was, however, annoying. So he continued to lay on the, admittedly small and worn, couch that he had claimed in the apartment.

--

At least until he realized he was laying practically right on the edge of it, with it digging into the space between his shoulder blades. Which, damn, how did a couch hurt more than concrete? He didn’t even know it was possible. But, in all honesty, what had him sitting up was that he was pretty sure he was going to fall if he didn’t.

--

So, with a sigh of annoyance, he sat up, shifting to where his back was against the back of the couch. And he looked around the apartment, squinting a bit at the harshness that always came with waking up with a headache. Then he blinked a bit, forcing his eyes to focus more than they were wanting to.

--

He felt a bit sick. Tired. Damn, he really needed a smoke… Or a drink. Or something. He didn’t care. A nap would be nice too. The lights were way too bright in here.

--

Better than the sun though. So he huffed, and forced his legs to hold his weight as he stood. Not that hard to do, in all honesty. But he was tired, and this headache was really starting to grate his nerves. He shook his head, breathing out a small chuckle at himself.

--

A door opened, he looked over to see Levy walking out of his room. He grinned as he spoke. “Hey Vee, how’s it goin’ this mornin’?”

--

A roll of the eyes, “Same as always, Garvin. Fine. How’s yours?”

--

He shrugged in reply, flipping out a small, crooked thumbs-up, “Can’t complain, pretty good.”

--

Devy nodded, “Alright. You came back a bit later than usual, there’s some pain medication in the bathroom if you want it.”

--

Garvin smirked, huffing a laugh. “You know me so well, Absinthe.”

--

Another roll of the eyes, a dismissive wave. He made his way to the bathroom. As he reached it, he heard a knock on the door and Devery speaking. “Who the fuck comes over this early?”

--

He chuckled from the bathroom, “I don’t know? Probably Trap? Maybe Con, I might’ve grabbed somethin’ from his apartment the other day…”

--

A small snicker from Tin Can in the other room, “Great. When he comes to beat your ass, I’m not helpin’ ya.”

--

Garvin rolled his eyes, grabbing the pill bottle from the cabinet in the bathroom as a different hand went to his heart. “How dare ya, Eve? After everything? Gonna leave me ta die like that?”

--

“Oh, without a doubt. Easiest choice in my life.”

--

And if Garvin’s smile faltered for a split second, well… He was the only one in the bathroom. “I’ll keep that in mind, Ice.”

--

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I gotta answer the fuckin’ door still.”

--

He opened the top of the bottle as he heard the front door open, and as chatter started in the background, he shook out two of the pills before swallowing them dry. He stared at the bottle for a second before screwing the lid back on, hearing as Veve spoke loud enough to be heard.

--

“Yo- Any of you want breakfast? It’ll be on Kyle.”

--

Free food? As if that was even a question. He grinned as he answered, loud enough for Freeze to hear him. “Breakfast? Fuckin’ course I’ll take some.”

--

And then the chatter was background again, so he shut the cabinet with the bottle back in it, and left the bathroom. With his headache slowly leaving, he made his way back to the common room, and took a seat on the couch to relax for a bit before anything happened today. The door was already closed by the time he had sat.

*~*~*~*

Devery ‘Levy’ Kole Martin | M | 25 | O+ | Pan/Ambi | Flatten | Yes | Mentions; Everyone (Ind/Dir).

Devery woke up still feeling really tired. So, coffee sounded great. Which meant he was moving through getting dressed a bit quicker than usual. A random shirt, a random pair of black jeans, a random hoodie, and his black and white sneakers being shoved on quickly. And then he remembered it was a weekend, but he was already dressed so he decided to leave it.

--

As soon as he left his room, he was being spoken to. “Hey Vee, how’s it goin’ this mornin’?”

--

He looked over to his friend, rolling his eyes. Mostly at the nickname, somewhat at the question, “Same as always, Garvin. Fine. How’s yours?”

--

And Garvin shrugged, gave a thumbs-up, “Can’t complain, pretty good.”

--

He nodded, and decided to be nice for the moment, “Alright. You came back a bit later than usual, there’s some pain medication in the bathroom if you want it.”

--

“You know me so well, Absinthe.”

--

Devery rolled his eyes and waved his hand, trying to get his friend to just go ahead and move along. He really just wanted to get to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

--

Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be in his cards today, since there was a knock on the door. He groaned, speaking out loud. “Who the fuck comes over this early?”

--

“I don’t know? Probably Trap? Maybe Con, I might’ve grabbed somethin’ from his apartment the other day…”

--

Devery snickered, rolling his eyes as he walked over. No way was he getting into that. “Great. When he comes to beat your ass, I’m not helpin’ ya.”

--

And as he heard Garvin respond, he could basically hear the melodrama in it. “How dare ya, Eve? After everything? Gonna leave me ta die like that?”

--

Devery sighed, with how much trouble he’d be in if he didn’t? Probably. “Oh, without a doubt. Easiest choice in my life.”

--

“I’ll keep that in mind, Ice.”

--

Rolling his eyes, he got over to the door. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I gotta answer the fuckin’ door still.”

--

And with that, he opened the door… Only to see Chile instead of anyone else he might’ve been expecting. So, he raised an eyebrow. “Oh, hey Chile. Need something?”

--

“I decided to make breakfast today, so I thought I might as well and see if any of you would want any.”

--

Devery considered it for a moment. But honestly, who was he to pass up an offer of free food? “I’ll take some, sure.”

--

“Any clue on the others?”

--

He shrugged, as if he knew. So he turned back towards the area in his apartment. A simple raising of his voice would probably work well enough. “Yo- Any of you want breakfast? It’ll be on Kyle.”

--

“Breakfast? Fuckin’ course I’ll take some.”

--

Not that surprising to hear Garvin first. But honestly, Devery hadn’t seen anyone else yet this morning. And he really wanted this conversation to end so he could get coffee. So he looked back over at Kyle, “Pretty sure Agnar and Akira are still asleep. So I’ll ask them once they’re up, if they wake up in time and all.”

--

“Alright then. Whenever they wake up you can just send them out to find me.”

--

He nodded, and then closed the door. He could finally get some coffee now. So he walked on over and into the kitchen to make some, deciding to not take notice of whatever the rest of his apartment was up to at the moment. They were their own people to decide how to spend their time.

Gwyar ‘Aries/Khorne’ Ariethous Fraoch | M | 20 | Varies/O- | Demi/Ambi | Blood Manipulation | No | Mentions; Everyone (Ind/Dir).

Gwyar stared at the ingredients for a moment after getting them all out. And then his eyes drifted towards the different drawers, fingers tapping on the counter lightly.

--

He knew he should grab the recipe book, the one that Chile had gotten specifically for him so that he could cross out certain words without anyone else noticing. He knew he should do that and get started on making the pancakes but- His eyes stayed trained on the drawers, sliding across all of the different ones. Kyle had started switching up which one held anything sharp a while ago. Guilt prickled on his skin, both about why Kyle had to do that and just the fact that he had his own separate book because of how stupid he was.

--

And then guilt at thinking like that, because Chile didn’t like when he did. So he forced his eyes away from the drawers, and grabbed the recipe book that had his name on the cover. He opened the book to the page with the pancake recipe, hearing light footsteps somewhere behind him.

--

Then there was a tapping against a table, and he looked over to see Maya smiling and waving at him. Writing something in her notepad before passing the note over to him.

--

‘Good morning, Aries! What are you making, and would you like some help?’

--

He paused, gave a small smile, “Good morning to you too, Maya. Kyle decided to make pancakes and berries for breakfast today, so I’m getting started on that while he goes around and asks everyone else if they want some.”

--

He shifted a bit, and then continued, “If you want to get out a bowl so we can make the batter then that’d be fine..?”

--

Gwyar didn’t really mean for his words to come off as a question, didn’t really mean to sound unsure. He still wasn’t used to telling anyone what to do- Which, honestly, he didn’t even think he was doing. He was suggesting something that Maya could do, if she wanted to. But she didn’t have to. So, his words sounding like a question was probably a good thing anyways. So that she didn’t think he was telling her what to do.

*~*~*~*

Chile ‘Kyle’ Guerra Seymour | M | 20 | AB- | Pan/Ambi | Reindeer Shifter | Yes | Mentions; Everyone (Ind/Dir).

“Heya! Sorry, I was totally slow this morning! How's it going?”

--

Chile looked over at Agnar and smiled in return, “You’re fine, you managed to catch up anyways. I’m doing pretty good this morning, you?”

--

Unfortunately, Kyle didn’t get to hear an answer as he heard the door to Gall’s apartment open and he looked over to see Ingall himself. Looking like he’d been awake for a while already, probably cleaning up.

--

“Good-”

--

And it was purely from experience that Chile was able to keep from flinching in sympathy as Agnar rushed past Gall, thoroughly interrupting him. He shot Ingall an apologetic look instead though, because there wasn’t anything really wrong with Agni being excited to see a friend as to warrant a flinch, and a glance of apology worked much better to convey that.

--

“King!”

--

His glance went over to where Agnar and Kage had met up though, high-giving and just being best buds. It was honestly a bit adorable to see, and if fondness crossed his face- Kyle managed to look back over at Ingall before he got distracted.

--

“Good morning, Chile. How may I be of assistance to you?”

--

Chile grinned and focused his attention on Gall, “Just came by to ask if anyone here would want some pancakes and berries. Decided to make that for breakfast this morning. Anyone interested?”

*~*~*~*

Garvin | M | N/A (22) | N/A | Brin/Ambi | Catecholamine Rush | No | Mentions; Everyone (Ind/Dir).

“Hey, that was Chile, right?”

--

Garvin looked over at Agni as he came down the hall, shooting finger guns right back at him, a grin plastered right at its usual place on his face.

--

“Mornin' G-man! Morning, Devy! Did Chile go down the hall to Ingall's? I wanna snatch Kage! 'Kay, be back in a bit, bye!~”

--

He chuckled a little as Arrow rushed out of the apartment, ignoring as his heart twinged at the nickname, shifting his seated position on the couch to instead lay down. That dude was always fun to have around…

--

…Silence crept through the apartment, the only sounds being from Levy in the kitchen. He huffed quietly, shifting a bit on the couch before slipping a hand through one of the crevices and pulling out a pack of cigarettes from it.

--

He wasn’t allowed in Kai’s apartment anyways, regardless of if he was ‘clean’ or not, so it didn’t really matter if he went ahead and lit one. Aki was still asleep, Feather was out of the apartment, Levi didn’t mind. And he wasn’t allowed in Kyle’s apartment anyways, so there wasn’t any reason not to.

--

As if he would’ve listened even if there was. The pros would’ve outweighed anything anyways. So he reached to the side of the couch behind his head, and grabbed the lighter he knew was on the stand there.

--

Bringing it back over to him, he took out one of the cigarettes from the pack, lighting it with little problem. Shifting a bit to make sure he wouldn’t end up dropping it while laying there, he took a drag. Not a shallow one, not a deep one- Not by his standards. Just about an average one for him.

--

With it, came the world going into focus a little better, vision clearing up a little. The apartment seeming a little brighter. The feeling was better than just about any he had these days, so he took another drag. And, yeah, it was probably just whatever the fuck his ability was that was causing it- At least because of how fast the effect came, but did it matter? Probably not. It definitely didn’t matter to him.

*~*~*~*

Devery ‘Levy’ Kole Martin | M | 25 | O+ | Pan/Ambi | Flatten | Yes | Mentions; Everyone (Ind/Dir).

“Hey, that was Chile, right?”

--

Devery shrugged as Agnar rushed past, rolling his eyes at the salute he gave.

--

“Mornin' G-man! Morning, Devy! Did Chile go down the hall to Ingall's? I wanna snatch Kage! 'Kay, be back in a bit, bye!~”

--

He huffed a sort of agreement, and went about making his pot of coffee in silence. Which was kind of odd, given how Garvin was definitely awake and almost never stopped talking.

--

Not like Devery was complaining. He honestly wished that his friend would shut up a bit more. But, well, it didn’t bother him. The sound of a lighter being flicked on was audible in the quiet, and that was enough to tell him what kind of day he could expect from at least Garvin.

--

So he finished making his coffee, poured himself a mug, and walked into his living room. Taking a seat at one of the chairs, he glanced over to Garvin, who was in fact smoking. Shrugging to himself, he took a sip of his coffee.

--

“Any plans?”

--

Devery looked back over at his friend, who was looking at him from the side of his eyes, a grin on his face. He shrugged lightly, “Not really. Agnar and Kage probably have something planned though, given how he rushed out today.”

--

A light snicker, a drag, “Yeah. That’s bound to be fun.”

--

Devery nodded, “Oh, definitely. Wonder who’ll be at the end of it.”

--

“Imagine if it’s you. That’d be hilarious.”

--

He rolled his eyes, huffing a bit of laughter. And then remembered something, “Whatever. By the way, I might have someone come over tomorrow so-”

--

“So you need me outta ‘ere. Got it, Tin Can.”

--

Devery looked over at him. The same grin, the same eyes, the same everything. His friend took a drag, Devy spoke. “Good, whenever you leave tomorrow you can tell Quincy to come over. Since technically, it’s his client, I’m just hostin’ for the first few.”

--

A huff of laughter, an offer of a smoke. “How much you wanna bet he’ll suck at it?”

--

Devery took one, along with the lighter, chuckling himself. “Man, I am not taking that bet. I know you’d win.”

--

A burst of laughter, a drag. “Damn right I would.”

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He rolled his eyes, lit the cigarette, and took a drag himself. He’d only have the one for now, so that he’d actually be able to get the breakfast from Chile, but still. This was the more comfortable sort of talking he was used to. The kind of days he enjoyed more.

Agnar ‘Agni’ Solefair | Male | 22 | AB- | Homosexual | Poly | Enhanced Senses | No | Mentions; Everyone (Dir/Ind)

As soon as Agnar positioned himself on the couch facing his friend, the two shared a smile, both thinking of various forms of chaos that they could annoy the rest of the group and the general public with. The two shared one brain cell, Skylar joked often, and honestly, Agni saw nothing wrong with that! Great minds think alike, after all!

"So, hear me out. Mall today? We can drag Quincy and Garvin along, plus whoever else!"

Kage smirked. "Hell yeah, man! Let's go be a public nuisance!"

Agnar was about to agree when Chile's words reached his ears. He was used to blocking out Ingall, but Chile's words were interesting. They usually were.

“Just came by to ask if anyone here would want some pancakes and berries. Decided to make that for breakfast this morning. Anyone interested?”

"I'll take some!" Agnar agreed immediately, shooting a wide grin toward the door. Kage nodded enthusiastically next to him.

"Pancakes are the fucking best, 'course I want some!"

Skylar's soft voice came next, more anxious as he fidgetted with his sleeve. "I'm okay, thank you, Chile."

Agnar watched his friend's eyes darken slightly, flickering to his boyfriend worriedly, but a moment later, they flickered back to Agni and lightened again. "Okay, so, we need a base plan. Ya still got that layout that we made, like, a year ago before we got kicked out?"

Agnar snickered. "You know it! We can go over everything after breakfast!"

"Sounds like a plan!"

Satisfied, Agnar stood up, offering a last fist bump. "Alright, I'll inform Garvin and Devery of everything, you get Aki, and we can nab Quinn later!" Kage nodded, grinning, and Agnar happily waved to Skylar, who nodded in response before walking back out of the room, not noticing the way Ingall took an extra step back to give him more room.

"See ya for breakfast, Chile, and thanks again! Oh, and you're invited too, if ya wanna come!" He said, smiling as he passed before jogging down the hall and bursting back into his shared apartment and tracking down Garvin and Devery. "Hey, you two, you want in on some chaos?"

Kage ‘King’ Virgo | Male | 19 | B+ | Homosexual | Ambi | Shadow Manipulation | No | Mentions; Everyone (Ind/Dir)

"So, hear me out. Mall today? We can drag Quincy and Garvin along, plus whoever else!"

Kage grinned as his friend sat down, faintly aware of the fact that Sky was rolling his eyes in amusement. He ignored this, of course.

"Hell yeah, man! Let's go be a public nuisance!"

They both paused as Chile spoke.

“Just came by to ask if anyone here would want some pancakes and berries. Decided to make that for breakfast this morning. Anyone interested?”

Ooo, pancakes!

"I'll take some!" Agnar agreed, Kage nodded as well.

"Pancakes are the fucking best, 'course I want some!"

"I'm okay, thank you, Chile."

Kage felt his chest tighten at the words, eyes flicking to his partner. Skylar still stood just outside of the hall, fidgeting nervously with his jacket sleeve and avoiding eye contact with everyone, but especially, Kage thought, with him. Because Sky didn't want him to worry. It didn't matter though, Kage was always worried about his partner, he loved him!

Snapping out of it, Kage switched his attention back to Agnar who was watching him with a hint of concern. He smiled quickly and returned to their game plan. He would make sure Sky ate something, even if it was just small, and he'd worry about that when breakfast actually started.

"Okay, so, we need a base plan. Ya still got that layout that we made, like, a year ago before we got kicked out?"

His friend smirked, eyes glowing with mischief. "You know it! We can go over everything after breakfast!"

"Sounds like a plan!"

Agnar stood, extending a fist for Kage to bump, which he did happily. "Alright, I'll inform Garvin and Devery of everything, you get Aki, and we can nab Quinn later!" He nodded. This would be so fun, and Ingall was totally going to kill them. It would be great!

Kage watched as his friend raced out of the apartment, noting, with another mild twinge of guilt, the fact that Ingall took a step back to avoid getting trampled. Not that Agnar would actually run him over. Neither he nor Kage were that cruel, but still, it was a bit surprising that Ingall thought that was a real possibility.

"See ya for breakfast, Chile, and thanks again! Oh, and you're invited too, if ya wanna come!"

And then Agnar was gone. Kage chuckled and Ingall sighed.

"I'll take some breakfast as well, thank you, Chile." Gall stated. "Do you happen to need anything?" Even Kage picked up the underlying plea there, and he tilted his head in confusion. Did Ingall really want to help that badly? That was kind of pathetic, honestly, not everyone was some helpless puppy! However, he bit his tongue at the sympathetic look Skylar shot the other, settling for an eye roll instead.

"I'll ask Oculi if they want breakfast when they get up." Skylar offered softly, eyes filled with the knowledge of some odd thing that Kage had simply no clue about. "And me and Kage will make sure to pick up a little bit as well. Before Kage goes out on his little adventure."

Kage opened his mouth to protest, only to shut it again when he saw the sharp glare. That was an unusual expression for his boyfriend to wear, and one that he didn't argue with. Ever.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He grumbled, slumping down on the couch.

"Thank you." Ingall's voice was softer than usual, but, even so, Kage didn't look up. Of course, this guy of all people would manage to get him on cleaning duty. Gross.

Skylar ‘Sky’ Baldwin | Male | 19 | A- | Pansexual | Ambi | Healing Energy | No | Mentions; Everyone (Ind/Dir)

Skylar grimaced sympathetically when Agnar pushed past Ingall, but he didn't say anything. It wasn't his place.

"So, hear me out. Mall today? We can drag Quincy and Garvin along, plus whoever else!"

Skylar rolled his eyes, already knowing that his boyfriend would agree. It looked like he would be hanging out with Maya, Clio, and Oculi today. Plus Chile if he decided to stay behind. Speaking of Chile, he was talking. Sky should probably listen to that.

“Just came by to ask if anyone here would want some pancakes and berries. Decided to make that for breakfast this morning. Anyone interested?”

Sky did his best not to flinch, his stomach turning unpleasantly at the idea of food. Especially sweet food. He shook his head slightly, realizing that Kage and Agnar had already responded and Ingall was waiting for him to reply before answering himself.

He kept his eyes on the ground and fidgetted with his sleeve, knowing what reaction his response would invoke from his boyfriend.

"I'm okay, thank you, Chile."

As expected, he could feel Kage's eyes on him, dark with worry, but he refused to look up, waiting until his and Agnar's conversation resumed to finally raise his eyes again. Ingall seemed to be watching him still, but he didn't say anything, and Kage and Agnar's conversation wrapped up quickly after that, ending with Agnar running out of the room after fist bumping Kage, waving at Skylar, ignoring Ingall who stepped farther out of the way to avoid him, and thanking and inviting Chile to chaos.

Finally, Ingall spoke.

"I'll take some breakfast as well, thank you, Chile. Do you happen to need anything?"

There was a plea in Ingall's voice, only thinly veiled by the kind question. Skylar took note of Kage's eye roll and fiddled with his sleeve more. He'd probably have to talk to Kage about that. Ask him to back off, at least for the day. Ingall seemed really on edge, more so than usual, and his boyfriend was either completely oblivious or, more likely, had distanced himself far enough from Ingall emotionally that he couldn't pick up on the difference between hurt and what he thought of as his annoying, bossy nature.

That was the thing with Kage. He was typically very observant, but there were two types of people that consistently slipped past his thoughtful and intelligent gaze. Those who he distance himself from, like Ingall, and those who he got so attached to that he was blind to their flaws. Like James. And him.

Taking a breath, Skylar looked up and offered a faint smile to Ingall and Chile.

"I'll ask Oculi if they want breakfast when they get up. And me and Kage will make sure to pick up a little bit as well. Before Kage goes out on his little adventure."

He shot a glare at Kage as he spoke the second half, using the one look that warned his partner not to go further. Kage, who had opened his mouth to protest, quickly closed it, looked away, and slumped down into the couch, crossing his arms and pouting like a child.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Ingall seemed to actually relax at that, his hand, which had never let go of his necklace, finally loosened before falling to his side, and he met Skylar's eyes for a split second, the normally well-guarded green now soft with genuine gratefulness.

"Thank you."

Skylar nodded. Ingall had given them a lot, this was only a small favor.

Ingall ‘Angel’ Dara Featherlight | Male | 21 | B- | Demisexual Panromantic | Ambi | Enticing Voice | Yes | Mentions; Everyone (Dir/Ind)

Kage and Agnar started talking, but Ingall ignored them, focusing on what Chile said.

“Just came by to ask if anyone here would want some pancakes and berries. Decided to make that for breakfast this morning. Anyone interested?”

The other talking cut off at the mention of breakfast and Ingall turned around, waiting for the others to respond before he did. They would interrupt him anyway.

"I'll take some!"

"Pancakes are the fucking best, 'course I want some!"

Skylar took a split second longer to respond and Ingall examined him closely. He wasn't the best at emotions, but he knew a few signs. Fidgeting was one of them, and Sky was definitely fidgeting.

"I'm okay, thank you, Chile."

Kage's eyes darkened and the room seemed to still for a moment before Kage looked away again, talking rapid-fire to Agnar, who replied in a similar manner. Ingall examined Skylar for a few seconds more before nodding slightly. He waited for a moment longer to speak though, seeing Agnar stand.

He took another step back as Agnar trotted past, tightening his grip around his necklace for a moment, just in case.

"See ya for breakfast, Chile, and thanks again! Oh, and you're invited too, if ya wanna come!"

Finally, Agnar was gone and the risk of being interrupted went down, so Ingall spoke.

"I'll take some breakfast as well, thank you, Chile. Do you happen to need anything?"

Admittedly, the plea in his tone was much more obvious than he would like, but it was too late to take it back and Ingall really, really needed to get out of this apartment for a bit. If he could do something else while not being in this apartment, that would be even better.

He just needed somewhere less chaotic. Somewhere without Kage, Agnar, and Akira. He just needed a moment to calm down a little. His mind had been buzzing since this morning from the nightmare.

"I'll ask Oculi if they want breakfast when they get up. And me and Kage will make sure to pick up a little bit as well. Before Kage goes out on his little adventure."

Ingall took a moment to process the words before he felt some of the tension leave his body for the first time this morning. Skylar got it. He didn't mean to let it slip this much, but it was good that Skylar got it. He turned slightly, locking eyes with the other gratefully.

"Thank you."

And he meant it.

Maya ‘May/Fawn’ Mildred Eniko | Female | 23 | AB+ | Bisexual | Ambi | Blissful Dreams | No | Mentions; Everyone (Dir/Ind)

“Good morning to you too, Maya. Kyle decided to make pancakes and berries for breakfast today, so I’m getting started on that while he goes around and asks everyone else if they want some. If you want to get out a bowl so we can make the batter then that’d be fine..?”

Maya smiled brightly at the answer, moving to grab a bowl from their cabinet and placing it on the table. She jotted out another quick note.

'I can do whatever, I'm happy to help! Promise! You aren't bossing me around or anything, I'm asking for you to help me help, if that makes sense.' She debated over the wording for a moment, then just shrugged and added. 'Oh, I will probably be in and out a lot, though, I need to make sure I'm checking on Clio.'

She smiled brightly and passed the note to Aries, hoping that would help with whatever anxiety he was having.