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                         Alexandre Marius Pontmercy

                                        Alex

                                                {gender}- Male
                                                {relationship status}- single and crushing on David
                                                {sexuality}-homosexual
                                                 {parabatai}- David Morgenstern

                                                              {age}-19
                                                              {birthday}- 31st January

                                                                    {nationality}- French
                                                                    {City of Residence}- New York City

         

Alexandre was born 19 odd years ago on a cold winters day in Paris, the City of Lights to a shadowhunter couple with the last name Pontmercy. So nothing really special. He was just another baby shadowhunter. The only thing slightly odd about his birth is that he was not the only child born to that couple on that day, he had an older twin brother that was born two hours before him. From then on the twins were inseparable which was a slight problem for most of the institute because when as babies they didn't like being apart and when their parents picked one of the twins up, the one left in the crib starting crying not liking being separated from his brother. But they learnt to be apart when they got older as their training schedules ending up being different as Alexandre wasn't as talented as his older brother and needed more time to be able to master techniques. In fact if one didn't know Alexandre, they might have never guessed he was a shadowhunter or even very deadly in the first place as he spent more time tripping over his feet than he actually fighting which often caused other young shadowhunters to tease him especially his brother. But he was smarter than his twin, he picked up languages like other people might collect stamps and in theory based subjects he came out on top. But that wasn't enough for Alexandre, he wanted to be good at fighting like a normal shadowhunter and so asked for help from the young shadowhunter at the top of his class, David. So slowly but surely he started to becoming better at fighting, he stayed on his feet more often and actually hit the target when practicing with throwing knives, and while he would never be the best shadowhunter in the world he was a competent one. And as for the shadowhunter that helped him, well they became his parabatai. Something he still can't believe to this day as he isn't sure why the best shadowhunter his age in Paris wants to be parabatai with him, a barely adequate shadowhunter. Its something Alexandre's is even more unsure about now after everything that's happened.
What happened you may wonder? Well Alexandre, his twin brother, his parents and some other shadowhunters of the Paris Institute (David was recovering from a demon injury) were sent on a mission to put a stop to a downworlder drug ring that was dealing Yin-Fen. But due to a mole in the institute or with one of their allies they walked straight into a trap. Several shadowhunters were killed including Alexandre's parents and Alexandre and his brother were captured. The downworlders kept them in some kind of basement for weeks, torturing Alexandre to get information about what the shadowhunters knew about their drug ring from his twin. When the torture didn't loosen their lips, the downworlder turned to Yin-Fen injecting it into Alexandre's veins and keeping him drugged up. Eventually Alexandre's twin broke and told the downworlder everything, the downworlder then killed him (well as far as Alexandre was aware, the downworlder killed his brother). The downworlder left the basement, taking Alexandre' twin's body with him, leaving Alexandre to rot. A few hours later, David rescued him and Alexandre spent several weeks in hospital while they healed the damage done to his body but there was one thing they couldn't heal, his new addiction to Yin-Fen, a substance that was killing him but at the same time keeping him alive. As soon as he was well enough, Alexandre fled the Paris Institute taking his parabatai with him as he wasn't able to stay there after everything that happened and went to New York City. He stopped using the name Alexandre and simply went by Alex and only ever spoke to his parabatai. No matter how hard anyone tried at the New York Institute he wouldn't speak so eventually the gave up trying to make him. Alex threw himself into training trying to become a better shadowhunter as maybe if he was faster, stronger he could have stopped himself and his twin from getting captured. Maybe he wouldn't be an addict right now if he was just better. But he often trained to the point of exhaustion and his body isn't like it used to be, it's weaker because of the Yin-Fen, it just can't take that level of training meaning he has to take more Yin-Fen hastening him to an even quicker death. He's sure his behaviour is worrying to David but he just can't bring himself to care he wants revenge and a few months ago he got his chance but he blew it. He was filing some reports when he overhead two shadowhunters talking about catching a downworlder in charge of a Parisian drug ring, now that might not sound like concrete evidence but it was enough for Alex to sneak out of the institute and go after this downworlder and loo behold it was the same one who had kept him captive for weeks, who had poisoned his body with Yin-Fen. But this mission wasn't a success oh no, he found the downworlder alright but his responses were sluggish and slow. He barely escaped the fight with his life and ended up with some rather nasty scars. He was found by a warlock and spent several days with them while they healed him (not for free of course) and then returned to the institute where his worried parabatai awaited him. He gave some flimsy excuse of having gotten black out drunk and hid the scars but he swears his parabatai knows he is lying.

         

           {fears}- dying, losing his parabatai
           {strengths}- languages, academia, long range weaponry
           {weaknesses}- hand to hand combat, Yin-Fen addiction

           {likes}-berries, books, art, museums, chocolate
           {dislikes}-rain, oranges, Dickens novels, parties, socialising

           {family}-Marius Pontmercy (dad),Cosette Pontmercy (mum),Thomas Pontmercy
           {alliances}- Morgenstern, NYC institute, formerly Paris institute, Von Mainz

Alexandre has selective mutism which is a anxiety disorder that is often found in young children but his was triggered by his kidnapping by a downworlder when he was younger. He freezes when it comes to interacting with anybody meaning he can't talk to anyone. The only person he feels relaxed enough around to talk to is his parabatai David. His selective mutism has affected how he is viewed by others as most of the time they don't understand why he won't talk to them and view him as rude and at times arrogant which he is really not. In some ways he is glad of his selective mutism as it is a reason not to get close to people and if there is one thing Alexandre fears it is losing those he loves. He doesn't think he could handle losing anyone else after losing his family especially not his parabatai but he also doesn't know how to live without David so doesn't push him away but he is fiercely protective of him, not wanting him to go out on missions. Alexandre is headstrong and reckless and doesn't think a lot of his actions through, he just wants revenge for what happened to his family especially his brother and his need for revenge consumes him but he doesn't blame all downworlders for his loss like some shadowhunters might. Alex is really rather sweet especially when he's curled up in his blankets talking to his parabatai after a nightmare or just because he can. In fact being curled up in blankets is a favourite position of Alex's but he won't let many people see him like that as he views it as vulnerable and he hates being vulnerable. He's vulnerable enough because of the Yin Fen without anything else as everyone can tell he's an addict as he has the trademark silver tinged hair and eyes.

                        
            
                         Lila A. Wayland

                                        Lila

                                                {gender}- non-binary
                                                {relationship status}- single
                                                {sexuality}-pansexual
                                                 {parabatai}-

                                                              {age}-16
                                                              {birthday}- 1st June

                                                                    {nationality}- British
                                                                    {City of Residence}- London

         

Lila's story starts with their parents James Wayland and Alice Potter, a couple that were never supposed to meet in the eyes of clave law as Alice was a mundane. They met after a mission of James when he went to the local pub to unwind. Alice was the bartender there and served him his drinks despite the fact she had a sneaking suspicion he was underage (which he was) and the two got to know each other. James became enamoured with the girl despite knowing he could never be with her, not like he wanted to but that didn't stop him from flirting and after much resistance from Alice who could tell James wasn't telling her the truth about a lot of things gave in and agreed to one date which turned into more than one until they were dating. Alice wasn't happy about the secrecy involved but assumed he came from a uber religious or super rich family that didn't like people dating outside their class and James never corrected her assumption. She kept telling him to tell his family because surely once they saw how well the two worked together they would let up on their pressure of James. She had no idea that James was actually a shadowhunter and by law he couldn't be with her unless he left the clave and this secrecy from James lead to lots of fights between the couple. An especially big fight happened after James's brother Marc followed James when he sneaked out the institute to meet Alice. James hadn't realised he was being followed until Alice asked whether he knew the boy behind him as it looked like they were following him. James had turned round and low behold he did, it was his brother. What had upset Alice wasn't the fact he had been followed but the fact she didn't even know he had a brother. It was then she decided she couldn't deal with the secrecy anymore and left breaking James heart. James was never really the same after that and gave everything up going to Idris.
Alice on the other hand had been feeling unwell for weeks and finally gave in to her friends nagging and went to the doctors. She found out she was pregnant and eight months later Lila was born. Alice had no idea what to do with her, she couldn't raise a baby she was only 20 and she had no idea where James was, she hadn't seen him since she had broken up with him. She wasn't even sure if he wanted a child as she had never told him she was pregnant and he was even younger than her at 18 years old. So she decided to give Lila up for adoption as she believed it was the best thing for the little girl. Only she changed her mind after running into James again. He had come back from Idris briefly to visit Marc something his parents had forced him into but he didn't let Marc know that as his little brother adored him. Alice then left the baby with him stating she wanted nothing to do with the baby or him. James gave Lila to his parents as he didn't want a constant reminder of the woman he loved and they raised Lila for the first five years of their life. They were a capricious child, always getting into trouble and extremely curious about the world outside Idris much to their grandparents dismay as they would have preferred they hadn't shown any interest what so ever in case they followed the same path as their father. But they took good care of Lila and they never wanted for anything but all good things must come to an end as they passed away from old age when Lila was five leaving them with no legal guardian. Lila was given back to their father but he didn't want the child now anymore than he did when Lila was a baby and so left her in the institute with his brother. Marc was only 17 but he did his best to raise the baby he had been left with and had plenty of help from older shadowhunters in the institute during those early years but Lila wasn't easy to look after. They grew resentful and even hateful towards their uncle, especially when the time came to start their training. They refused to go and Marc spent hours carrying them from their room to the training room so they could learn the skills that came with their birth right but they weren't interested. They preferred to learn about the outside world and spent days dreaming about becoming a mundane as they knew mundanes had control over their lives and wanted the same. It also made them curious about their mother which became another point of contention between them and their uncle as he had been told by James never to mention Alice to them in case Lila tried to find her which she did anyway even without any information. Their were several times when they ran away trying to find their mother but without any information it was nearly impossible and Marc always caught them anyway before they could get very far, so now most of the time Lila just sits and sulks in their room unless their uncle drags them downstairs for training.

         

           {fears}-having to live as a shadowhunter forever
           {strengths}- maths, fashion design
           {weaknesses}- emotional, quick to anger, rude

           {likes}- travelling, fashion, ice cream
           {dislikes}- fighting, getting dirty, carrots

           {family}- Marc Antony Wayland (uncle), James T. Wayland (father), Alice Elizabeth Potter (mother), Antony Roger Wayland (grandfather), Sophia Willow Wayland (grandmother)
           {alliances}- tba

Lila is capricious and slightly haughty, often coming across as very sullen because of the fact they hates the shadowhunter world. They has a insatiable curiosity about the mundane world and longs to be one of them, anything to not have to reside in this world of law and reason. They let emotions rule their judgement and are prone to fits of anger and bursts of temper. They are not very well mannered and often will refuse to speak when spoken to which is their way of showing they are displeased. They know it is childish but don't care. They just want to leave this world behind and explore the mundane one. Lila has a sense of adventure that most people tend to ignore. Lila is fairly creative aswell being that they design all their own clothes and accessories but they do finds shoes hard to make .

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    Ametrine O. Waywood ▮ 20 {June 9th, 1997) ▮ Born in London
         Romantic Pull : Heterosexual ▮ Involvement: single
        Shadowhunter at London Institute ▮ Abilities : Runes
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  Shanne Mcbright ▮ 5’4” ▮ 112 lbs ▮ Hair: Red/brown
  Eyes: Gray ▮ petite / athletic ▮ Markings (view spoiler)[ Like all shadowhunters, Ame is riddled with runes and scars.
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Did we take too many chances
Or did we let too many pass us?

Personality

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( Clever / Quick-thinking / Good Under Pressure)
     ”A million things can go wrong, can break and shatter a precious little plan…so why waste the time making one when you can wing it? I think best in the heat of the moment, anyways, in those here and now, life and death moments.”

( Determined / Passionate )
     ”I’m very passionate...if you know anything about the true passionate people of the world, we can be the best of lovers or the deadliest of enemies. And we never let things slip from our fingers...ever.”

( Curious )
    "The more things I see and experience, the more questions that beg for answers. At this point, getting those answers is one of the only things I have to live for, so I will get them."

( Confident / Prideful )
    ”Doubting yourself is the first step to failure. If you don’t believe you can do it, you can’t; you will fuck yourself up. I’m not limited by myself; I believe in myself, and I always will.”

( Headstrong / Daring / Reckless )
    ”I am alive, something I can say until I’m dead, and once I’m dead, I won’t be able to care if it’s no longer true, will I? So, why worry about something that won’t matter to me if it happens? I’ll die one day, but I won’t let petty fear of mortality keep me chained down. Mortality won’t keep me from living while I’m here.”

( Very In-the-Moment )
    ”When your life is unpredictable, never knowing if you’ll see that place or face again, you have to learn to see and feel it all then and there. If I die, I don’t want to die with regrets, with ‘what ifs’ filling my last thoughts. I want to die knowing I saw everything and experienced everything I could."

( Vindictive / Unforgiving)
   ”It's impossible to be betrayed by a stranger. The only ones who can betray you are the ones you've trusted something with. Why should I forgive anyone who I've given trust to only to have them bury a blade in my back? Turn your back on me, and the only time you'll see me face to face again will be when I rip your heart out and shove it down your throat. Figuratively speaking…of course. Or literally.”

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         Did we light too many matches?
         Turn ourselves into these ashes.

Historical

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Born into a mundane household, Ametrine should have had a pretty easy and ‘normal’ life. Her family was decently off financially, and her parents were nice and loving. It should have been a near poster worthy life, but there was a problem…a problem no one else seemed to notice except for Ame. There were…monsters everywhere, and no matter how many times she tugged on her parents’ jeans and pointed at the things, her parents would dismiss her. ”A big imagination”, they’d say, Ametrine had a big imagination.

She had more than that. Ames was born with the sight, allowing her to see through glamours and facades, letting her get a good luck of the nasty little world they all truly lived in. Over time, she stopped pointing out things, growing accustomed to the oddities she noticed…but still, the swirly black fiends she sometimes caught glimpses of out of the corner of her eye would send chills down her spine. While playing down the block at a friend’s house at the age of seven, the girl’s eyes set upon a monster; it stood stoic across the street, unmoving…just watching the children play. Ametrine returned the thing’s stares until her friend noticed and said, ”Doggie!” and promptly started to run across the street to play with the ‘doggie’.

Ametrine called out no, telling her friend to stop, that it wasn’t a dog. But it so obviously was a dog to the mundane kid who was rushing over to it to play. Ames followed as quickly as she could, trying to reach her friend before she got to the ‘dog’, but alas, she didn’t. The monster came to life, outstretching its long, boney, black talon-like fingers and slashing at her friend, droplets of red flying everywhere, then the screams happened. Still, Ametrine didn’t stop. She had to help her friend. She picked up a rock at piece of asphalt that’d broken from the road and chunked it at the creature’s head, hitting square on. That gained Ame’s the monster’s attention, a death glare on her.

Just in time, her friend’s parents came rushing out, screaming out at the two kids and at the ‘dog’, fear evident in their voices at the sight of so much crimson spilled on the ground around their daughter’s motionless form. The ‘dog’ stayed still for a moment longer, staring into Ametrine’s eyes, before it bolted down the sidewalk, leaving two parents to their dead daughter and Ames to come grips with the first murder she’d witnessed.

The screaming drew out all the neighbors, eventually reaching down the block to Ames’ house. Her parents rushed down to see what had happened, and took her home soon after seeing the scene. The three walked home, but as they did so, Ametrine caught sight of that thing again. She let out a gasp and pointed, saying that that was the thing that killed her friend. Her parents assured Ametrine that the cat across the road was not the culprit. Cat? Dog? How were they not seeing what she was? It followed down the other side of the road, watching Ame. There was nothing she could do to convince her parents. It was like watching a scary movie and knowing that the bad guy was right in front of them…and being able to do nothing but shout at the screen to people who couldn’t hear.

For the next hour and a half, Ame refused to move from the windows, refused to look away from the creature, and like before, it just sat there, stoic and motionless, glare on Ametrine…until nightfall, then it ran from her sight in a quick dash. In a hurry, she ran to another window, searching out of it for the monster, then another window, but she couldn’t find it. It wasn’t until a crash and shattering sound up stairs, followed by a scream that Ames realized the demon was now inside. The rest of the night happened so quick that it’s almost a blur to the girl. One minute she was fighting against a creature that had mangled her parents, the next running down the stairs with her sister, hiding under the stairs in a small closet, and then...then there was a bunch of sounds, like there was a struggle, and two voices speaking with one another. There was a blood curdling screech, and then there was nothing but silence.

The police soon arrived, and the girls were found. The police said it was a burglary gone wrong because all they saw were stab wounds in the couple up stairs and a serious struggle. They couldn’t see the mangled bodies like Ametrine saw—they could see nothing. No one could.

After this, the girls were sent off to live with their very elderly grandmother. The helpless Ametrine felt in that night haunted her more than the night itself, and she was burning from it. She felt like it was her job to do something because she could see the bad things in the world. She started to hunt after the creepy things, and she would try and get rid of them. She got lucky enough to survive some bad encounters with some monsters of all sorts. But then grandma died, and the girls were put into foster care. Her sister got sent to one foster home, and Ametrine another, and a few more years passed, Ames getting more than just luck on her side with each passing day. She’d become confident, certain in herself to a bad point considering she wasn’t all that.

This became apparently when she was almost thirteen. She got into a pretty bad situation, one she would have died in, if she wasn’t saved by a person…a person who could see the monsters like her. The guy, who she came to know as Gregory Aldertree & her forever mentor, he brought her to an odd place, where so many answers were finally given to her, and she was offered something she was already chasing after, they offered her a chance to fight the demons she saw, to defend others. Even at the young age she was, Ametrine didn’t hesitate to say yes. She became quick friends with Ryan Aldertree, who eventually became her parabatai. She became a shadowhunter, undergoing extensive training and studies over the following, her determination and drive pushing her to learn as much as she could. She took particular interest in the magic of runes, wanting to master them, wanting to being the key word.

Now, she resides in the institute of London as a shadowhunter, on edge and ready to do any and everything she can to hunt down the monsters that stalked the streets. She did, at one point, try to track her sister down, but upon finding out that her sister’s foster family was murdered much like their family had been, Henna’s body nowhere to be found, Ame was at a dead end. Since then, she’s been hunting after any and all information that could lead to her sister, alive or dead.

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Those of Blood...

¤ Hendricks Baptist || Father || Deceased
¤ Karina Baptist || Mother || Deceased
¤ Henna Baptist || Sister || 23 || unknown

…and Those of Bond.

¤ Ryan Aldertree || Parabatai || Alive || Best-Friend
¤ Gregory Aldertree || Mentor, Friend || Alive
¤ Marc Wayland || Institute Leader || Alive

[ Others ]

¤ Likes: mysteries, storms, the quiet, dogs, living in the moment


¤ Dislikes: losing, being wrong, cats, sand, crying babies, letting things slip through her fingers


¤ Strengths: stealth, cunning, wielding daggers / throwing knives, energy-whip, runes, determination, passion


¤ Weaknesses: not knowing when to back-down, ignores injuries, lack of patience, going headlong into things, blind to some very big personal flaws all of these weaknesses


¤ Fears: failing, being helpless, losing her purpose, not being able to save someone she loves

   We walk through the fire. Is there a way out.

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━━━━━━━━━━━ xx - santa clarita, january eighth | pan
━━━━━━ new york institute | shadowhunter



▬▬▬▬/▬▬▬ The six feet two tall, brown haired Neve has that thing in her deep hazel eyes ; the thing that says she will never die noble. Most likely she will die because the constant agony of living as a human giraffe is somehow unbearable because she needs to watch her head 24/7 from knocking over things like door, or even relatively high tree branch because she's just that tall. Does it stop her from wearing killer six inches boots? No, she cares too much for the whole look and flats don't go along with her modern weird-west-esque outfits. Being proud, condescending and tall doesn't make her a carbon copy of Achilles. There's certain beauty on how woman fights and Neve's volatile raids are nothing but mesmerizing to watch. She punches and throwing blows twice as men, move twice as fast as men, and use her surrounding as advantage. This is how a girl fights and for Neve, there's no point in choosing cowardly far-range fighting method either so she kicks asses instead.

▬▬▬▬/▬▬personnage▬ Neve is selfish. She is impatient and a little insecure. She makes mistakes and she is out of control. But if you can’t handle her worst, then you surely don’t deserve her best. The problem is, Neve doesn't look like she has any intention to show special chosen people a 'better' version of herself nor that she even has one. She is the one spontaneously breaking bones and whisper innapropriate jokes. Her everyday vocabulary includes and hardly not limited to: insults, old and cult movie references, tacky pick up lines she obviously does not mean, and calling people with nicknames they do not agree with. True, she'd rather neglect a command than listening to one more goddamn tactical analysis but at the most desperate time, you'll need her method. If there's anyone in the world better than her at cleaning messes and make it looks like shit never happened on the first place, it'll be too soon. But who would've thought the troublemaker could solve their problem, right? Well, it's your loss that you completely missed everything behind Neve's chaotic demeanor - or, Neve is simply awfully good at hiding the very trait that could gain her social life.

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▬▬▬▬/▬histoire▬▬▬▬▬▬ Neve was too young to have vivid memory of the days where she was wandering in the street while downworlders tried to eat her. Those horrible days were blocked out from reminiscene and for Neve, her life started when von Mainzs couple plucked her out of nothing and for a while her life was better. Those German shadowhunters adopted her and took her into their new assigned place, the Los Angeles Institute. Wasn't exactly a new normal for Neve since she'd spend her whole life surviving on the street surrounded by these horrid creatures, so when they told her that she apparently had angel blood running in her system, the information was nothing more than reasoning.

But Neve wanted nothing to do with whoever the hell her parents were, and who she was before Neve von Mainz is just abandoned memory. Von Mainz is her family, Santa Clarita where they found her was her place of birth, and January 8th when they offically adopted her was her date of birth. But even with her new status, Neve just existed in the middle of food chain and she wasn’t stellar in any particular department. They said you gotta make it on your own but perhaps it only worked for someone with talent. All her life as von Mainz she had been surrounded by gifted people, geniuses, and she had to work twice as hard as anyone so she could catch up, but opportunity won’t come to get you like it would to those people so she had to cling into right people as well. Like, for example, von Mainz who ran the Los Angeles Institute, coincidentally.



However, as she finally let herself accepting this humble reality that she wasn't completely, utterly, foreign against the world, everything was once again taken away from her. Neve was old enough to have vivid memory of the day when the von Mainzs were killed on duty and they took her heart away with them. They taught her everything about functioning as human being with feeling and compassion but yet erased her instinct to survive without needing them, just like the good old days before von Mainzs even arrived in her dull monochromatic life. Nothing seemed like home anymore to her and thus, she moved, for a reasonable distance because she wasn't a sentimental mellow one, to New York.

There was no use thinking of different scenario of how she got here. How she traded Los Angeles for New York City. No use of asking what kind of event dragged her out of her loving hometown that she had to gather her things and find another home for herself. Perhaps it was because nobody but von Mainzs wanted her there and when they died, it was as easy as snapping a finger to kick out the unfortunate oprhan. Or when her wild survival instinct kicked back in the moment she got herself surrounded by downwolders all by herself once again and burst into something she couldn't handle before she even reached the New York Institute, and it took three weeks of questioning and holding cell before they agreed that she was just a runaway shadowhunter that no institute wanted to take in and not some kind of rebellious spy from distressing extremist party - ha! like it was possible to disobey the traditional system.

Maybe, just maybe, you'd understand her situation, if only she'd tell you who she was and what made her.

But boy, did you get to be a new man in New York.


likes - lemon - verbal harrassment - movie references ; dislikes - projectile weapons - sentiment - vague so-called aesthetically pleasing arts ; strenghts - parallel parking - disguise - basically can use every blunt everyday object as weapon ; weaknesses - human empathy - exotic alcoholic beverages - doors, particularly when the ceiling is low ; fears - papercut - responsibility for one's life - attachment ; ablities - martial arts - basic shadowhunters skill - skiptracing
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family - Arthur and Natalia von Mainz - adopted parents (deceased) ; Joon von Mainz and Ida von Mainz - relatives by adoption ; Alona von Mainz - cousin by adoption ; Osten Price - paternal brother (unbeknowingly alive)
parabatai - Elliot Starkweather
alliances - The Clave ; New York Institute ; Los Angeles Institute (previously) ; Starkweather ; Pontmercy & Morgenstern honestly, it's more like by unwilling association for them

                        
            
                         Marc Antony Wayland

                                        Marc

                                                {gender}- male
                                                {relationship status}- single
                                                {sexuality}-bisexual
                                                 {parabatai}-

                                                              {age}-28
                                                              {birthday}- 15th March

                                                                    {nationality}- British
                                                                    {City of Residence}- London

         

Marc's childhood wasn't much different to any other shadowhunters. He was born in and spent the first seven years of his life there before moving to the London Institute with his older brother James who were never very close as there was a six and a bit year age gap between them and they had very different personality's that often clashed especially when Marc reached his teen years. But we're getting ahead of ourselves as we haven't really talked about Marc's childhood even if it was relatively normal. So to start again where we left off. Marc moved to the London Institute with his brother where he began his training. Never one for books and academics as a child he always gravitated towards the more active activities and often got in trouble because he tried using the weaponry before his instructors deemed him ready. It took a lot of persuasion and bribery on his brothers and instructors part to even get him to set foot in the library to study the academic side of being a shadowhunter. But they managed to get him in there and even to open books and actually read them; even if it was under extreme protest.
When he was 12 years old, he saw his brother sneak out the institute one night which was highly unusual or at least to Marc as James was usually a stickler for the rules. So like all curious children he decided to see why his brother was breaking the rules and boy was in for a shock. He had followed his brother to his rendezvous and was surprised to see him embrace a girl. A girl that was clearly not a shadowhunter and who quite easily spotted him and pointed him out to his brother. He was shouted at to leave and so leave he did and when his brother got home there was a big argument between the brothers because even at age 12 Marc knew what his brother was doing was wrong, but James disregarded everything Marc said though Marc didn't know that until a few years later when Lila was left in his care. He was only 17 when he was left to raise the then five year old and had no idea how to raise them while managing his own grief at the loss of his parents. So Lila was quite often left to roam free or was under the care of other shadowhunters in the institute. But as he slowly came out of mourning he became a better father figure for the young child. Though he hadn't put the pieces together for quite a while until James came to visit, James had gotten drunk and spilt the whole sorry story leaving Marc looking incredulously at his brother, he knew about the affair with the mundane girl but how could James have been that stupid? Let it get that far? But he didn't voice any of his thoughts as he had enough arguments over the years with his brother, they didn't need another one driving them further apart. So instead he was supportive, tried to get James to take Lila with him as every child needed their parents but James refused to, he couldn't look at the child that reminded him so much of their mother. The two went to bed and James as usual did the irresponsible thing and left the following morning without saying goodbye. Marc burdened with the new knowledge tried to figure out a way to tell Lila about their mother as they deserved to know who they were but on a routine mission, he ran into Alice Potter, the woman he recognised from that night several years ago. Against his better judgement he followed her, wanting to meet the woman his brother had pretty much ruined his life for. She had seen him following her and stopped and waited for him to catch up thinking he was James. "I told you I didn't want anything to do with that freak of a child" she hissed at him. It immediately made Marc angry as even with his strained relationship with Lila, no child deserved to be abandoned by their parents as they had. He turned to leave when a voice called out at Alice and he saw an small girl, barely older than Lila was when they were first brought to the institute but what struck him was strange was she was covered in bruises, bruises that couldn't be got from simply falling over and looked at her in shock as he saw her sneer at the girl. "You ruined my life you know. You just couldn't stay away and now I'm stuck with this thing" she said glaring at Marc as she kicked out at the girl. There were two things Marc took from the conversation, one Alice obviously still thought he was his brother and two, the child was his niece. Marc quickly grabbed her to avoid her harming the girl and offered to take her with him but Alice refused wanting James to suffer knowing his child was being hurt and started screaming. Bystanders came quickly to look at what was happening and Alice shouted she was being attacked. He left quickly but made it his personal mission to get that girl to safety and vowed never to let Lila know what their mother had become as he knew it would destroy them. He tried the police but they didn't believe him no matter how much evidence he provided them with and came away with a hefty dislike of mundanes, why couldn't;'t they see what was right before their eyes but he didn't give up trying various bribes to get her to give the girl up but nothing worked and his obsession was becoming noticeable to the clave so much so that they were threatening reassignment fearful of a repeat of his brothers actions. So Marc put the project to the side focusing his energies on his shadowhunter duties instead but he never forgot about his niece and slowly built up a case against Alice. But an important mission four years ago diverted his attention. He was sent to York in order to liaison with the head of the institute there, only to find a dead body and a warlock running the city. Now Marc isn't one to believe the all downworlders are evil spiel but this warlock was, they were kidnapping children off the street and killing them, using them in rituals and potions sometimes while still alive in order to get the attention of a powerful demon. A demon he wanted to use to destroy the mundane community. Now children are a soft spot with Marc after all that's happened and he brought this warlocks operation down. This impressed the Clave and he was awarded the position of Head of the London Institute. A position that he took to well as he had always been a good leader but leading the institute meant putting it first and his family second.
A few weeks into his new job as Head of the Institute, a shadowhunter from Hong Kong was transferred to the London Institute. He didn't get along with her immediately as she was there as an envoy from the Clave and he felt as if she was constantly checking up on him and watching over his shoulder leading him to work more than he would like. But what he didn't know was that she was impressed with his work ethic if not a little worried and when she asked him out for drinks no-one in the institute apart from him was surprised but he did agree after a little needling from Lila. So he went and to his immense surprise found he actually enjoyed going out with her and asked her out. They went to go see the West End musical, Phantom of the Opera after he found out she was big fan of the novel. And the rest they say is history. The two continued seeing each other and after about a year of dating, Marc proposed. But two weeks after he proposed, she was killed in a routine mission by a demon. After that he became closed of and threw himself into his duties as Head of the Institute something which he has continued doing to this day.

         
           {fears}- letting the clave down, Lila knowing about her mother, not being able to save his family, not being able to save the institute, failure in general, heights
           {strengths}- smart, tactician, good listener,
           {weaknesses}- hubris, cold, hero complex

           {likes}- classical rock music, the odd musical (shh don't tell anyone), cherries, action movies
           {dislikes}- his peace and quiet being disrupted, classical novels, classical music, Brussel sprouts

           {family}- Lila A. Wayland (niece), James T. Wayland (brother), Antony Roger Wayland (father), Sophia Willow Wayland (mother), Thomas Lucian Wayland (third cousin?), Unknown (niece)
           {alliances}- tba

The word everyone uses to describe Marc is responsible, he is dedicated to his duties as Head of the London Institute and too most people it seems as if he is consumed by them. He is always quick to berate another shadowhunter for slacking off and not putting their duties as a shadowhunter first. But what a lot of people don't know is that he is this way because he fears becoming like his brother, his brother who broke so many clave rules and neglects his duty as a father and a shadowhunter. But he isn't all sycophantic follower of the clave as he does disapprove of their treatment of downworlders, a fact he has made obvious to them time and time again but he keeps getting ignored though that doesn't deter him. A side no-one really see's of Marc is the one that cares for every shadowhunter and indeed non shadowhunter under his care. He would do anything for them as he views them as family even break the clave rules he is so fond of. He is also extremely protective over his family, so god help those who threaten them. Marc is slightly guarded and rarely lets anyone see what he is really feeling, part of that has to do with being a leader and not wanting to burden his people as he's supposed to be the one to look after him, the other part is he locked part of himself up after his fiancée died and doesn't know how to unlock it.

Full Name: Karlen Kyle Cartwright

Nicknames/Aliases: Karls, Karl, Len, Ky and sometimes his alias is Geekazoid

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Date of Birth: July 8th 2001

Place of Birth: Seattle, Washington

Species: Shadow hunter

Abilities:
- Shadow Hunter Abilities

- Martial Arts

- some skiptracing skills, but he never was very good with it

- but mainly he uses weaponry and the occasional hand-to-hand combat

- good swordsmanship

Institute: He does not like to mention it because he moved around a lot as a kid, is probably currently London but that is because he is currently living in London

*Parabatai: Melanie-Miranda Rocio (Best Friend), but nobody is sure if it still is her. Everyone believes that it is none, they believe that his Parabati is or died before he even picked a Parabati.

Appearance:


Face Claim: Nathan Karl Kress

Hair Style: Short

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5 ft 7

Weight: 116 lbs

Style: Very Nerdy (video game T-shirts, movie references, that type of thing)

Hair Color: Brown

Personality:
Karlen is a complete and total nerd. He loves to study and he loves comics. He loves video games and cameras, he even loves technology. He is athletic and smart, but most of the time he just is protective of his friends and family. He is super protective of his best friend, but when it comes to fighting demons and all of the enemies of the Shadow hunters Karlen would do anything to protect his friends and family as well as anything to keep them together. He loves getting to know people, but when you first meet him he can be a little bit shy. He is outgoing once he gets used to other people, but he is shy around girls as well at times.

History:
Karlen was the second born in his family. They tried everything to raise him as normal as possible. When he was 8, he had his first crush and it was on his best friend Melanie-Miranda Rocio. When he was 10, he got to pick to be a Shadow Hunter and he picked to be one. He also picked Melanie-Miranda Rocio to be his parabati, but since then moving around has made it difficult for him to really feel like he could fit in at any institution for Shadow Hunters. He only chose to remain friends with Melanie-Miranda, so as not to break one of the rules of being a Shadow Hunter. Even though he is a Cartwright, Karlen still sometimes feels like he is a little out of place. He spends a lot of his free time practicing and worrying about his family, whether or not they are even alive. Despite this Shadow Hunter thing being difficult, Karlen still has tried to remain about as normal as any school kid would when they find out that they are something ancient. Okay, maybe that wouldn't happen to most people but he still tried his best to keep up good grades and to go through all of his subjects. His first year of going through this, he was a little shocked and at the same time he was afraid of always messing up.

Likes/Dislikes:

Likes:
- Cameras

- Computers

- Mundanes

- School

- Comics

- Football

- Basketball

- Shadow Hunters

- His friends

- His allies

- Making friends

Dislikes:
- Demons

- Bullies

- The times he can't seem to control his abilities

- Jerks

- Rogue Downworlders

- Enemies of the Shadow Hunters

- Someone trying to hurt his friends and family

- The idea of losing his friends and family

Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
- Using a Camera

- Using a Computer

- Martial Arts

- Swordsmanship

- Archery

- Math

- Science

Weaknesses:
- The idea of losing his friends and family

- His protectiveness, sometimes he can take it too far

- That he is a nerd, sometimes it lets people just bully him a bunch and he looses his courage

- his friends

- his family

- school, sometimes people bully him a bunch at school because they find it easy to just pick on the nerd

- Technology, sometimes his knowledge of technology goes a little too far and it gets him into a few tangles here and there

Fears:
- Demons

- Losing his friends

- Losing his family

- losing in general to someone or a creature more powerful
- Bullies, sometimes they get a little out of hand and he is afraid that one day one will beat him up or something like that

- Rogue Downworlders, he is afraid that they will find a way to hurt his friends or family

- The idea that people could hurt him by hurting his friends and family

Family:
(view spoiler)[ || unknown if they are still alive || (hide spoiler)]

Distantly related in some way to Clive, but nobody really knows where along the family tree

Selena Cartwright, Mother

Robert-Haylen Cartwright, Father

Elissa Cartwright, Older Sister (17 years old)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

*Relationship Status: Single

Alliances:
Melanie-Miranda Rocio, and occasionally makes alliances with others but more will be formed throughout the course of time

Residence: London

                        
            
                         Thomas Lucian Wayland

                                        Thomas

                                                {gender}- male
                                                {relationship status}- divorced
                                                {sexuality}- heterosexual
                                                 {parabatai}- (Jess)

                                                              {age}-23
                                                              {birthday}- 2nd September

                                                                    {nationality}- British
                                                                    {City of Residence}- London
      

Thomas Wayland was born and raised in the London Institute but is now something of a pariah in the clave due to the actions of his father, Neil and his grandfather, Winston. Winston had been heralded by the clave as a hero and a perfect example of a shadowhunter until it came to light what he really was, a psychopath with a fondness for killing seelies. As soon as the clave found out the had him arrested and executed as relations were bad enough with the downworlders as
it was without them being seen as lenient on someone who so blatantly broke the accords. Neil had also been arrested along side his father but had been allowed to go free when no proof came of him having any involvement at all with the plot. But the claves distrust didn't end there, they forced the Wayland's to disown both Winston and Neil despite the fact there was no evidence to prove Neil was guilty. This made Neil extremely angry with that side of the family and he cut all contact with them. Neil lived reviled by every shadowhunter and nearly every downworlder in London because of his father mistakes. But he couldn't transfer out as no-where else wanted him either, so the 15 year old boy learned to live with it, growing up hateful and contemptuous of the clave. In his early 20's he met Thomas's mother and a couple of years later had Thomas. But Thomas' mother passed away and Neil abandoned his young son for the lavish parties of a London warlock. These parties were forbidden by the clave as they didn't just have downworlder guests but demon ones as well. Neil was fascinated and soon formed an inappropriate attachment to a demon. He contracted demon pox, something no-one but Thomas knew about. Thomas did everything he could to help is father but his father ashamed of what he done and unable to live with it, committed suicide. Leaving him in the care of Marc Wayland, someone he barely knew as his father had avoided the Wayland siblings. Marc was more of an older brother figure than anything as the age gap between them was only five years but he was glad to have someone to look up to. As Marc wasn't like his father, he didn't flaunt the rules and Thomas learned from that. It was under Marc's influence that he grew into the man he is today, well Marc and Gregory Aldertree, both taught Thomas he didn't have to follow in his fathers and grandfathers footsteps. But they couldn't entirely save him from himself as he felt a lot of guilt over his father actions and wondered if he just paid more attention if there was something he could have done, never mind the fact he was just a kid at the time and that his father's decisions were not his fault.
But no matter how many times people told Thomas that it didn't stop him from blaming himself which led to a decision he regrets more than anything now. He left the institute for several months when he turned 19 and found himself in the town of Ayr, Scotland. It was there he met a mundane woman, a woman unlike any he had ever met at the institute as she was kind and gentle, gentle being a term that didn't really apply to shadowhunters. Don't get him wrong she was strong in her own way but she hated violence and you would never hear an unkind word about anybody from her lips. She captured his attention straight away and he asked her out. The two fell in love quickly, too quickly and married six months after they first met. Nine months later they had a beautiful baby girl: Theodosia nicknamed Dosia. Thomas adored her and vowed to himself to never do anything that would make her ashamed of him. He wanted to build a family legacy that she could be proud of. But three months after Dosia's birth, Thomas and his wife divorced. She took Dosia and he was left alone. He returned to the institute ashamed but one look from Marc and Gregory and he split the whole sorry story. He couldn't keep it from the men who had helped him prove to the clave that he wasn't just like his father and grandfather and helped him prove to himself he wasn't like them. They weren't angry with him like he thought and rather supportive. Marc helped him get a lawyer so he could get shared custody of his daughter but for Thomas it wasn't enough. He wanted to see his daughter more than once every three months like the court allowed him. He wanted her permanently but he knew the institute wasn't the best place to raise a child. Missing his daughter and partly his ex-wife he started going out more and drinking heavily. He often attended parties thrown by the High Warlock of London.

      



           {fears}- Losing his daughter, heights, becoming like his father and grandfather
           {strengths}- throwing knives, katana, observation
           {weaknesses}- his daughter, alcohol, obsessive

           {likes}- bars, clubs, pubs, drinking, petit fours
           {dislikes}- reminders of his father, being compared to his grandfather, pop/soda (doesn't like anything fizzy)

           {family}- Lila A. Wayland (fifth cousin?), James T. Wayland (third cousin), Antony Roger Wayland (great uncle), Sophia Willow Wayland (great aunt), Neil Wayland (father), Diana Wayland nee Fairchild (mother), Unknown (fifth cousin?), Winston Thomas Wayland (grandfather), Theodosia Wayland (daughter), Jessica Edwards formerly Wayland (Ex-Wife)
           {alliances}- tba

Thomas personality wise is most like his Uncle Marc, he is grounded and down to earth but he does have some reckless tendencies but then again all Wayland's do. He can be implusive at times and tends to think with his heart rather than his brain which has led him into some precarious positions such as his shortlived marriage. Thomas tends to love fiercely and with his whole heart but he can't seem to keep himself in a relationship because of his family issues. He struggles to trust the people around him and his obsession to detail is often off putting for potential partners. They don't understand that his obsession to detail comes from a need to protect those he loves as it is the tiny details that could save them, it was the tiny details that could have saved his father if only he had been paying attention. Thomas has a little bit of a guilt complex as he blames himself for what happened with his wife and with his father. One of which was partly his fault and the other he couldn't have done anything to help. Thomas is argumentative at times especially around the younger members of his family (not his daughter) as they don't always get along.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ / ━ freda branwen whitelaw
━━━━━━━━━━━ xxv - las vegas, november third | het
━━━━━━ los angeles institute | shadowhunter

▬▬▬▬/▬▬▬ It’s a ruthless business, and Freda is conscious of how she is objectified by the male gaze - how isn't? Dark haired, sultry-eyed, vaguely foreign; she looks like an extra for Victoria Secret's commercial.

▬▬▬▬/▬▬personnage▬ This is Freda, who laughs at joke seven minutes after the crowd has stop cracking because she takes even such idiot ramble literal. Freda, who knows best about being benched, treats everyone with equal love and affection. Her positivity for a better life often misunderstood as naive innocence, her caring behaviour is being seen as childish curiosity.

However you see her, everyone can agree that there's no single atom on her body that can do harm to people who don't deserve it and thus, she is loved and loving.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ twenty five ; femme ; 5 ft 2 in ; dark brown hair ; blue eyes

fc: ania bukstein ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

▬▬▬▬/▬histoire▬▬▬▬▬▬You know that good girl who rebelled and went to the dark side? The one special person who used to shine like the sun then her soul suddenly turned black and never returned to the light. Do you remember how you felt when that happened? I bet you fell into a pit of despair. That change probably shook up your world.

Well, it was probably how the Goldbergs described Freda Goldberg, the one misfortune child with a curse passed on from her crazy nephilim great grandmother who was stripped a long time ago for a life worth of living, building a dynasty in Las Vegas where the Goldbergs made their way up to the top of food chain. To the outside world, Goldbergs were no exception of superior family who wouldn't stop bragging their extraordinary legacy. From the inside? Not so much praise.

Yes, I know right? Who came /from/ Las Vegas and was raised there? People go to las vegas, not leaving it. Behind the never stopping smile, she's a wreck. She was the black sheep on her family—at least that was how she give herself credit as-. Don’t be the sappy friend who tell her that her parents loved their children equally because Freda was not an idiot; she was a terrible person and she didn't have enough sentiment in her system to be that ingenuous.

Freda, the seventh child of eight, was never quite enough for anything. She wasn't the heiress like the oldest, yet not the most lovable youngest sibling either. No matter how hard she tried to prove herself, there would always be older siblings whom done it faster and better.

Clearly the bussinesswoman type wasn't meant for Freda Goldberg. So she consulted to the last pieces left by her dead great grandmother, her diary of a misfit. Freda learnt that she wasn't the one stuck in this circle - great grandma brought it to herself but Freda didn't. However, that just meant she had every forsaken right to choose whether she stay there, or get out to find a group of misfit that eventually made mutual empathy.

So she left to Shadowhunters Academy, much to Goldbergs disappointment that came out of nowhere, and it wasn't easy when the angel blood wasn't as dominant after few generations but she made it.

Great grandmother left her name for a domestic life, and Freda took it back. It was the time for someone to roll with the mud and deal with it. Great-grandmother left the ring thinking it was victory but what kind of victory was to stop playing the game? Perhaps it was due for way too long until someone took the torch and put a flame back on it. Her name is Freda Whitelaw and she's a misfit.

Hello, Freda.

likes - baking - coffee ; dislikes - competition - argument ; strenghts - instinctive shooting ; weaknesses - swimming - coordination - close range combat - understanding jokes - metaphors - her mundane family ; fears - water - people finds out her background; ablities - archery - basic shadowhunters skill - coffee brewing
━━━ / ━
family - The Goldbergs (alive) ; Tatiana Whitelaw - great grandmother (deceased)
parabatai - Amelia Lovelace
alliances - The Clave ; Los Angeles Institute ; Lovelace

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「 David or Levi he prefers ♠ male ♠ bisexual; leaning more towards men ♠ single ♠ 19 ♠ March 24th, 1997 (London) ♠ Briefly stayed at the London Institute & Paris Institute, before transferring to New York City's Institute ♠ Runes, hand-to-hand combat, good with daggers」

───────────────────── ❨ “ Me, just a simple man? Yes, I'm simple that's all you need to know” ❩ ────────────────────────────────────

Douglas Booth . Dark Brown Hair . Brown Eyes . Five Feet Eleven . Has scars and, runes covering his body just like, any other shadowhunter

「 ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ 」David is kind and considerate when it comes to people. And when I mean considerate, it's mostly towards his parabatai, Alexandre or Nerve, and that's probably the only two, and will ever be the only two for him to see fit.. Otherwise he wouldn't have any consideration unless: he really knows you, trusts you, or anything else that falls under play. However his strong demeanor, which may show him as intelligent, strong willed, protective shouldn't fool you from anything. He is, and will forever be sincere to those who truly deserve it most. By that; it also includes downworlders. Faerie folks, werewolves, vampires, and the whole rest of them. Some - to most shadowhunters would find it horrendous and why would he do such a thing? Probably because he's seen other things others haven't. Maybe he's lying, and maybe he's not. That's only for David to know. Nobody else. But enough about all the seriousness of David Morgenstern. How about something more lighthearted. Like for one, he'll always be reading, and people tend to find him in the library of the Institute. He quite enjoys a good book, like he enjoys a good laugh. Let's also not forget, violins. Even though he's not part of the Carstairs family, he just has a liking to it. Such a delicate of a instrument, with such beautiful sounds it produces. No wonder why he enjoys the delicate parts of life. Or even the rough parts. Missions are included. He knows, Alexandre would say otherwise. But for him, he needs to have some fun and some adventure right? While at the same time, it's not always fun and games, when your emotional state can change drastically. Sometimes it's being quite happy, than the next thing you know he's angry, sad, or numb. It has to do a lot with knowing Alexandre's yin-fen addiction, and knowing there is no cure. So it would make sense why he would act the way he does.

“Sometimes people need protection,
and I'm here if they need it.”


[ ｌｉｋｅｓ ] ___tea, sweets, books (more classical the better), a good laugh every now and than, honesty, admires determination at it's strongest, violins

[ ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ] ___ sour things, being reminded constantly about the Morgenstern family name, spicy food

[ ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ] ___ risk-taking, always looking out/protecting the ones close to him, being able to use a array of weapons; not just limited to daggers & knifes alone, always being able to complete a mission

[ ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ] ___ emotional state can sometimes not make him think quite clearly as he would like, lying ironically when he has to tell things to people he would prefer to not tell the truth about, seeing people in pain or any type of agony

[ ｆｅａｒｓ] ___ losing his parabati, spiders, not always being able to be there for his parabati if he may need him



「 ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ 」David was born in London England, on a cold yet warm rainy day; aside from being brought up in a large family, so it was expected for him to learn quick, adept to new surroundings, and the whole bunch. He had an older sister Avery, someone he looked up to and because he looked up to her, he accepted that being a Morgernstern, means everything and is everything. That's what his family drilled into his head at quite a young age. Oh at about, five years of age. That's what his family decided to do, and by deciding to do that...they decided for him to stay, at the London Institute for quite awhile. Until he was able to go, to the big leagues as they called it. Paris Institute. But for, David he didn't exactly want to leave London so quickly, or so easily. He wanted to enjoy himself here. Take a stroll every now and than. However there's never fun and games when you're family wants you to be better, and better, and better than the rest. Who out of everyone would even start a kid at a very young age, with schooling? Learning about the runes, the history of the Shadowhunters? Half-Angel Half-Human. Nephilim as his father always said. His parents did, that's what and he wanted to make them proud. To prove to his sister that he wasn't some stupid little kid, he was a proper Morgenstern but he struggled with it as he wanted to be his own person. He didn't want to be defined by a name. Although didn't want to lose his family or his sister. David didn't mind being at the Institute because he enjoyed having tea at the Institute on a daily basis, and was always found in the library finding a book, reading one, and moving onto the next one.

On his twelfth birthday, his gift was to transfer to the Paris Institute. He wasn't entirely enthralled with it, but if it was for the good of him and his family, well than so be it. Not so be it, more like so kill me right now. But it wasn't all sadness, and misery. Because when he got there he was the new guy. The new kid at the institute, however that slowly faded to him being the top of his class. Working, and practicing, perfecting his skills till it was just a natural part of him. Knowing quite well, he may be perfect but some other kids weren't. And that's where he met Alexandre Pontmercy; who would soon-to-be later his parabati. Alexandre wasn't the top of his line nor would he probably ever be, with kids laughing at him and teasing him. But David didn't care, he saw he was just like any other kid; a normal kid trying his hardest to hone his skills, and make it look graceful. Just like David. Though, Alex wasn't normal in the sense he could do everything easy, he was scared, nervous, maybe scrawny... but David didn't care. He honestly thought he was a good person, just no one ever gave him the means to pay attention to him. To what he wanted, to what needed. Only David Morgernstern did.

And Alex helped him in a sense, he finally realized that he didn't have to do what his parents wanted. He could be his own man. But with that came the realization his family rarely contacted him anymore. In fact his sister hadn't contacted him at all since he had been in Paris and that hurt more than it probably should have done considering how distant his parents were with him. But he tried to push that aside as a few weeks later, David and Alex were sent on a mission which didn't go so well for David as he had to recover from a demon. Due to him having some burns on his right arm, he couldn't afford to go on the next mission which... Alexandre had to go with his brother, parents, and a few other shadowhunters. He would've loved to have gone due to the involvement of a downworlder ring involving Yin-Fen. But knowing he would only be a hindrance, he stayed behind at the institute, starting Shakespeare's Macbeth, something he had always meant to read but never got round to it. But what David didn't know as he was catching up on his reading, was that the mission had gone south and Alexandre had been captured. He finished the novel and looked at the time, it had been four hours since Alexandre had left, surely he should be back now? But he put it down to the mission being more challenging than the shadowhunters had originally thought. He was still slightly worried and decided to play the violin for a while. But it was only three hours later when a shadowhunter came rushing into the institute that he had found out what actually happened, Alexandre and his twin were captured and he hadn't been there. Why hadn't he been there? His injury wasn't that bad. He should have been there to stop it. He should have done something. He could have done something. He was a mess after finding out the news but he tried to focus on finding them, on finding Alexandre. It took several weeks but he managed it, after everything else failed, David went against orders and used his parabatai bond to find Alexandre. But the boy he found wasn't the same as the boy that had left. Alexandre was weak and under-nourished. But that wasn't the thing that stood out to David the most, it was the silver tinged hair which could only be one thing. Yin-Fen.

David was devastated and during the time Alexandre was in hospital he never left his side, so he never really dealt with how he felt about Alexandre's addiction. And even when Alexandre was released from the hospital there was never much time for him to come to terms with it as a devastated Alex fled Paris taking David with him. Alexandre had become almost unrecognizable to David, he wouldn't talk to anyone who wasn't him and refused to be known by his full name. Something David had always called him. David did his best to support Alex, he was always there when he needed him and he brought Yin-Fen for him but he needed time away too. He took missions when he could no longer bare seeing Alex like that even through he knew Alex hated it. But he made the best of his new life in New York, making friends with Neve, someone he knew Alex hated but it was good for him to speak to someone other than Alex, someone who knew what he was going through. And he could see it was also good for Alex which lightened his spirit just a little as Alex would often complain and rant about her like he would have done in old times. But despite the little improvement Alex was showing he was still worried as he knew Alex was hiding stuff from him.



「͏ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs」➷
Mother ▸ Victoria Morgernstern
Father ▸David Morgernstern
Brother ▸Nathaniel Morgernstern
Brother ▸ Logan Morgernstern
Sister ▸Avery Morgernstern
Sister ▸Eliza Morgernstern

「͏ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇs 」
London Institute (Previously), Paris Institute (Previously) NYC Institute, Pontmercy, Von Mainz, Jasmine Mariah Fairchild

(view spoiler)[ template by pirate maiden, inspired by many (hide spoiler)]

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ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ; ryan damien aldertree
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹠ ᴀʟɪᴀsᴇs ; rye and r have always been popular when it's come to ryan, even though he believes that his name "is too short to get complicated" with quirky nicknames. after his uncle's dismissal, he inherited the clave's title as aldertree, though he easily threw it away to adopt the title of the rogue.
ᴀɢᴇ ; twenty-one (or four, if you're one of those people)
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ﹠ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ; february 29th, 1996 in marseilles
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ; male
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ; heterosexual
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ; uncommitted & unreserved
ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ; chaotic good
ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛɪᴇs ; the aldertree family, ametrine waywood, the lovelace family, the wayland family

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sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ; nephilim
ɪɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇ ; the london institute ; formerly
ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ; downtown london, on the lam
ʀᴀɴᴋ/ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ; shadowhunter, unbound to the old laws

ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs/ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ; nephilim physiology, enhanced senses, strengh, stamina, & coordination, runic magic, his seraph blade (ancora), his stele, and the use of other heavenly-blessed weapons.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ; ryan's the perfect combination of his parents, with his father's sandy blonde hair and his mother's striking green eyes. the aldertrees have always born a striking resemblence to the textbook angel, and both ryan and his uncle share that attribute. ryan's form is primarily lanky yet strongly built, and he stands at a height of six foot two.

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs

• independent, the lone wolf figure, doesn't like to follow the rules, goes through his problems alone ; ryan's always seen himself better on his own, though ametrine has changed a small part of him to believe otherwise. due to the fact he believes the clave to be outdated and their laws coldhearted, he's very easily able to break them, leading to harsh punishments from his elders (which is also why he prefers to be alone; so he's the only one affected).
• sharp wit, sarcastic, flippant, tries not to be overly serious
• over-confident, extremely reckless ; ryan chooses to believe he's invincible, more so when he's hurting, only prompting him to do more dangerous stunts.
• stubborn, always does what he thinks is best ; when ryan believes something is right, he's going to stick by that belief; which is why he had the balls to turn his back on the clave to begin with.
• adventurous, slightly childish, chivalrous, flirty
• selfish [yet selfless], well-meaning, oblivious ; ryan means well- he really does- but sometimes he thinks of himself more than he thinks about others. he didn't think about his sudden disappearance from the clave would affect his parabatai and didn't even talk to her about it before taking off, because he couldn't take it anymore. however, in most cases, ryan tries to put others first, especially his family.
• loyal, kind, heroic [dangerous hero complex], protective
• angry, angry, angry


ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ;

⠀⠀⠀— horatio & emma aldertree [ grandparents, deceased ]
⠀⠀⠀— arman & selene aldertree [ parents, deceased ]
⠀⠀⠀— gregory aldertree [ uncle & guardian, alive ]
⠀⠀⠀— the dearborn family [ relatives, various ]
⠀⠀⠀— the lovelace family [ relatives, various ]


ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʙᴏɴᴅ ;

⠀⠀⠀— ametrine wayland [ parabatai, alive ]
⠀⠀⠀— the waylands [ friends/family figures, alive ]
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ʜɪsᴛᴏʀɪᴄᴀʟ ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ

ryan was five when arman aldertree and selene dearborn were slaughtered by demons.

(view spoiler)[he had been playing with tin soldiers that his uncle, gregory, gifted him on his last birthday (though the gift hadn't gone over well with arman). the crying was what interrupted his playtime; it started all of a sudden, startling the young boy. a woman was crying loudly, as someone was trying to comfort her. curious, his little legs carried him to the entrance of the marseilles institute, where the occupants that lived there had merged with newcomers that ryan had never seen before. however, his young eyes found a target and latched onto it; young gregory aldertree, on his knees with his head in his hands.

little ryan had run to his uncle in worry; was greggie hurt? why was the loud lady (his maternal grandmother) crying? who were all these strange people? where was maman and papa? the boy had tugged on gregory's jacket again and again, trying to get answers.

gregory had swept his nephew into a hug, his hand resting on the boy's head, stroking his hair. ryan had wrapped his little arms around the man's neck, biting his lip in frustration as tears threatened to spill.

"it'll be okay, ryan. it'll be okay. i'm here. i always will be."

ryan chose not to remember the funeral, blocking it out from his mind. especially the moment when the inquisitor place his father's blade, ancora, in his tiny hands with an expression of sadness on her face.

soon after the funeral, gregory took ryan with him to the london institute.

"is papa and maman coming with us?" the little boy asked innocently as he watched his uncle pack their bags, confused when the young man choked up and couldn't answer. he just couldn't understand where his parents had gone, and why they didn't come to see him to bed anymore.

though ryan would miss the institute that had served as his home for the first five years of his life, he grew to love his new home in london. gregory was always there for the little boy, no matter what he needed. they used to take walks all over london when greg was offduty, ryan laughing as the mermaids splashed at him playfully. gregory would teach him to be a child, to love the little things, to look at the world with a beautiful fascination.

ryan still cried himself to sleep when selene would't come and kiss him goodnight.

as ryan grew older, he began his training to become a shadowhunter. he was hard-working, trying to perfect everything, making sure that he did his best. he wanted to make gregory proud. he no longer cried for his mother. there was a sadness when he spoke out his parents, but he could barely remember the sound of her voice, or his father's cold gaze.

ryan was at the academy in idris when gregory visited him with a surprising new visitor. a young girl with the sight, a mundane, whom gregory had rescued and would vouch for before the clave to join the academy. ryan made quick friends with ametrine waywood; unlike his classmates, ryan shared a love of mundane ideas. he protected ame from the young ones who would look down at her for growing up differently. she became his closest friend, sharing with her his ideas, his worries, his fears, his joys, and the person he loved most in the entire world.

when they were sixteen, they took the parabatai vow.

by seventeen, ryan became a full-fledged shadowhunter, though he remained in idris for another year with gregory, who had moved to idris to handle aldertree business with the clave, as they waited for ametrine to complete her training. the year after, the three returned to the london institute.

ryan became more aggitated with the laws of the clave. he hated the unjust way that the nephilim treated the downworld, how he wasn't allowed to answer to a call of help from a family because they were werewolves. he tried to speak up against it, but was only met with hard stares and threats of punishment. you weren't supposed to question the law. the law was hard, but it was the law. ryan could do nothing but stew in anger.

that is, until gregory aldertree was dismissed from the clave.

sixth months ago, ryan, ame, gregory, and the other members of the institute were quelling a werewolf rebellions downtown. it was strange; these wolves were acting eradically, as if they were sick. in the chaos, gregory was bitten on his shoulder, a painful gash that made ryan blanch the first time he laid eyes on it.

"it's a scratch." gregory had insisted to his worried children, but a week later the truth came out. the older aldertree had become cursed with lycanthropy.

ryan had hoped that the clave would grant clemancy. gregory had done nothing but serve the clave his entire life; surely, they wouldn't cast him away. but he was wrong, so wrong. marc wayland had fought for his friend, but in the end, he had no choice but to turn gregory aldertree away. ametrine had to hold ryan back before he lunged at the head of the institute in fury.

ryan was summoned before the clave mere days afterwards, to take over the title position of head of the aldertree familly. the title his uncle held not three days before. idris acted as if gregory had died. ryan gave them a piece of his mind as ametrine attempted to pull him away in worry. the elders did nothing but glared at the young man and dismissed him and his parabatai back to london.

a month later, ryan aldertree fled the clave. he was labelled a traitor, ordered to be dragged to idris to be put on trial. he had committed treason. he had left the nephilim for mundanes
and downworlders. to be stripped of his marks, he would be.

the entire institute was questioned. not even ametrine knew where her parabatai went. ryan aldertree had vanished, and the aldertree name had been wiped from the list of names upon the shadowhunters. (hide spoiler)]

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                         Leta Bellefleur

                                        Leta

                                                {gender}- female
                                                {relationship status}- single
                                                {sexuality}- heterosexual
                                                 {parabatai}- Lily Herondale

                                                              {age}-21
                                                              {birthday}- 3rd August

                                                                    {nationality}- French American
                                                                    {City of Residence}- Los Angeles

         

Leta Bellefleur was born and raised in Idris much to her uncles annoyance as he wanted her raised in Paris alongside her cousin Marie but Leta's parents put their foots down and raised her in Idris where they were stationed as Inquisitors. She had a happy childhood and was raised alongside her parents and while everyone expected her to be sent to the shadowhunter academy when she was old enough, instead she was trained by her parents, something which made a lot of the children jealous because it was rare once a shadowhunter began training that they still got to stay with their parents. It was something that as she grew older she was thankful for because it meant she still had a relatively close relationship with her parents. Even now she still skypes them at least once a week which a lot of her shadowhunter friends find strange. But back to Leta's training. Her parents weren't the most patient of people as they hated having to explain anything more than once and got rather impatient whenever she messed up but they avoided shouting at her and soon enough like most shadowhunter she picked up the fighting skills necessary to become a shadowhunter rather quickly. She was especially good at using a quarterstaff which is historically mainly used by men. Though not so much anymore as it's lighter weight have made it a favourite among women in the Clave.
As Leta grew into a teenager she began to fall in love with writing and she spent a lot of time making stories up, something her parents strangely enough encouraged once they read them. But they could see their daughter had talent and weren't about to discourage her from doing something she so clearly loved, plus she was still fulfilling her shadowhunter duties as she was still training. Yes training. She lived in Idris there wasn't much need to go out demon hunting and her parents had taken to grooming her to take over their position as High Inquisitors for the Clave. But everything changed on her 14th birthday. She was given orders by the clave to transfer to the LA institute which devastated the young girl. She wanted to remain in Idris with her family but things weren't to be, she couldn't disobey the clave. So she packed up her bags and portaled to LA. LA was completely different to anything she had ever experienced before, the city was much bigger and louder. She struggled to settle in at first feeling homesick and missing her parents. It was also hard for her as she didn't really fit in very well and so she often lost herself to her writing chronicling her adventures in LA as a shadowhunter. She didn't really come out of her shell until a couple of years later when Lily Herondale moved to the institute after an attack on her parents. The two were fast friends and undertook the parabatai ritual after about six months of knowing each other. It was Lily who encouraged Leta to published her writing in the guise of fiction and she did. She never really thought it would sell well as was amazed when it became an instant bestseller. So she kept writing and publishing and with each book she became more successful. The latest book she's published is about a string of murders committed by a greater demon, which has probably been her toughest mission yet.

         

           {fears}- creepy crawlies, snakes
           {strengths}- quarterstaff fighting, writing,
           {weaknesses}- her family, a good party and good alcohol

           {likes}- parties, socialising, writing, dancing
           {dislikes}- raspberries, chocolate, winter, the cold

           {family}- Rosaline Bellefleur (mother), Atlas Bellefleur (father), Marie Bellefleur (cousin)
           {alliances}- Herondale's, LA Institute, Bellefleur

Leta is quite a quiet girl outside of her social circle and is usually found with a notebook and pen scribbling ideas down for her next novel but that doesn't mean she doesn't like to socialise or even party as most people have found out as soon as you get her somewhere where there is alcohol and good music she is the life and soul of the party. She is a friendly girl and always welcomes people with a smile. She is good with the press, has too be considering how popular her books have gotten. Considering her success she isn't egoistical and is rather down to earth. She writes because she loves it, not because she wants fame. She is rather stubborn and tends not to back down especially if someone's angered her then she will continue arguing just to prove a point. She also has a bit of a fiery temper that can be set of by the smallest thing especially if she is already annoyed over something. Leta has a good sense of humour and can be fairly snarky at times, she has to be considering who her parabatai is. She also likes to partake in light hearted teasing but will stop immediately if she can tell that it is hurting someone. She is family orientated and spends a lot of time talking to her family so she doesn't lose touch with them. Leta is fairly good at reading emotions and is a good listener if you ever need to unburden yourself.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ / ━ alona ragnell von mainz
━━━━━━━━━━━ xxv - galway, april fourth | queer
━━━━━━ london institute | shadowhunter



▬▬▬▬/▬▬▬ When the sun goes down, you can find Lona, the oriental-looking Irish-accented dart champion going to a bar with her /drafting tube/ (it has a katana, do not tell) to hang out there drinking her usual formulaic combo: one Jameson whiskey for warm up, one Jack Daniel's for good laugh, one Guinness while the night is young, and ends it before her daily patrol with a quick shot of Powers.

▬▬▬▬/▬▬personnage▬ She beats you at darts and then she beats everyone at pool and then she drops kisses in anyone's mouth because for Lona, it doesn't matter if you are boy or girl or something in between, if she finds you attractive then she will make it clear that she likes you. She is the one standing on the stool, leading everyone to dance while she sings a capella of The Dubliners's song, stomping her feet for beat.

If yoy want to know Lona, she is, like most of the stars above, is most alive during the night. And she is a good company for perfect night until you outstayed your welcome up until closing time.

Also, because in the morning, she is usually sleeping, you know, perks of being nocturnal.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ twenty five ; femme ; 5 ft 6 in ; brown hair ; brown eyes

fc: arden cho ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

▬▬▬▬/▬histoire▬▬▬▬▬▬ Ida von Mainz first meeting with Joon was on Grafton street, he was about to enter the bar with his friends and brothers. They shared cigarettes while Joon's brother played fiddle with his Irish folk band. The laughed, and flirt, and they drink. A one night only casual hook-up and they waved goodbye to each other.

Two weeks later, Ida met Joon at Shadowhunters Academy.

After that they grew closer and eventually once Joon made it alive after Ascension, they got married, moved to Ireland while Ida's older brother Arthur flew to Los Angeles to be the new appointed head of Los Angeles Institute.

They went back to where it all started, Galway, and gave a birth to Alona.

Ever since she was a little girl, Lona was taught to live a life as it was meant to be. Dad would play Van Morrison's record on jukebox and they dance all night long - it was an equivalent of bedtime story for her.

Lona's life wasn't grand, but she had just right amount of sverything she needed. She was happy. Utterly, genuinely happy with her simple life. If there was anything remotely close to the opposite of it, it would probably be the day she turned 15 and they moved to London. Maybe she didn't like the general idea of English lifestyle, or that she completely in awe with Ireland that she developed biased opinion but Lona was never quite fond with this new residency. She considered moving out few times but she loved her cool parents too much that she would rather endure the annoyance than being separated more than two blocks away from them.


likes - ireland - pool and darts - guinness ; dislikes - england - rock music - heels ; strenghts - alcohol tolerance ; weaknesses - heat - pop reference ; fears - lizards - color purple ; ablities - swordsmanship - basic shadowhunters skill
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family - park joon - father ; ida elaine von mainz - mother ; arthur and natalia von mainz - relatives (deceased) ; guinevere diondra von mainz - step cousin
parabatai -
alliances - The Clave ; London Institute ; Aldertree

 

❝ KAIDOU · KAORI ❞ : : xix & may ii & tokyo ⇴ fem & bi ⇴ shadowhunter & l.a. institute

( appearance ; Like most shadowhunters, Kaori is lean with muscle and marred by runes and scars. Unlike most, however, she stands at 6'2 and has dyed white hair that falls past her shoulders. Her white hair can sometimes make her dark brown eyes appear black and it really helps to make her red lipstick pop.

( personality ; There isn't really an easy way to describe Kaori ─ she just is. She's spontaneous adventures and impulsive decisions; she's parties that end in hellacious hangovers and not filtering her thoughts. It's hard for Kaori to rein herself in and she struggles with keeping her focus. Of course she's deadly with her katana, but she isn't exactly the best at plan-making ─ or even following a plan, for that matter. Reckless, impulsive, out-of-control; she's trying to work on becoming the shadowhunter her parents want her to be, the shadowhunter she needs to be, but she just can't seem to slow down.

Kaori constantly challenges herself to be faster, stronger, smarter than she was the day before. And while she is quite adept in most other areas, she lacks some much needed refinement. No, Kaori isn't a complete mess ─ but she does struggle with biting her tongue and keeping a level head, which only serves to get her into trouble. After all, she's nearly twenty years old; she has responsibilities to uphold, a family name to support. It's not enough for her to be courageous and compassionate in a society where regality and respect is demanded.

( adores ; sashimi & red lipstick( fortes ; agile & courageous
( abhors ; rigidity & coffee( faults ; impulsive & unpolished
( fears ; her parents choosing to mark her as an outcast
( abilities ; basic shadowhunters skills plus multiple Japanese fighting styles (i.e. kendo, jujutsu, karate, and shorinji kempo)

( history ; Because of Kagemori and Honami's job of running the Tokyo institute, Kaori was mostly raised by her uncle, Reiji. Unlike her parents, Reiji raised Kaori simply and without barriers. She was allowed to go on adventures, allowed to fall and make mistakes and vent her frustration. It was her uncle who ultimately influenced Kaori and helped to shape into who she is today ─ much to her parent's disappointment. All too late, Kagemori and Honami decided to step in to raise Kaori.

Kaori was about thirteen when her parents decided that Reiji hadn't done a good job with tutoring her; naturally, Kaori disagreed. The relationship she had with her parents was practically non-existent and now here they were, telling her that she was all wrong. Her training grew more rigorous, the punishments more severe ─ and all the while, Kaori couldn't bring herself to squeeze into the narrow mold.

After her seventeenth birthday, her parents became like tyrants. It was impossible for her to do anything without criticisms being tossed at her, a struggle to sit still and take the verbal lashings. Now, Kaori's parents have never been abusive but they've never exactly been loving either. She grew up with a lot of standards and with a desire to make her parents proud. Unfortunately, it hasn't exactly worked out and she remains the same old reckless girl she's always been.

Over her parents constantly getting on her, Kaori decided to head to L.A. with something to prove. She doesn't care about being well-liked, but she does care about overcoming the odds ─ about proving her parents wrong. So here she is, with no plan in mind and with a desire to prove herself useful.

( family ; Kagemori, father & Honami, mother & Reiji, uncle
( alliances ; Kaidou family, L.A. institute, Tokyo institute
( residence ; She's currently living in the sunny city of L.A, hoping to prove her parents wrong about her loud personality.

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☆light brown ☆crystal blue/gray ☆pale ☆5'4 ☆121 lbs

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Despite being autistic, Serene has a rather complicated personality. His mood is revolving 24/7 and at times it gets hard for him to keep up with it so he just drops and cries. That's one of the thing most people don't like about Serene. It's not his poor speech, his inability to touch, his inability to make eye contact, his inability to speak loudly, his inabil- okay yes, everyone hates all that about him but mainly it's his inability to have dry eyes. But despite his mental and physical complications, Serene is an energetic puffball. He loves to explore and he searches for new things to know every day. He loves learning and excels at all school subjects, except English, that is. He loves flowers and nature and he likes taking long walks and feelings the wind in his hair and the earth beneath his toes. Serene can't recognize sarcasm. which has helped him in the long run. All the sarcastic and rude remarks about his autism flies over his head because he can't decipher what the words mean. Serene takes everything literally, word by word. If you were to say motherfucker to someone, he would think you're involved in incestuous acts with your mother. Serene's emotions are worn out on his sleeves for everyone to see. He can't keep a secret for the life of him and he blurts out whatever he think needs to be said. If he catches anyone with an erection, he will literally go up to it, poke it, and tell the person "hey, you have an erection." Serene prefers to stay alone but he is more lenient to certain people. And with those people, he likes all the cuddles and kisses he could get. Serene can tell exactly what someone is feeling and he's great at consoling them. It's as if he can feel whatever another person is feeling and he can relate to them.

━━( ʟᴏs ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴇs ) × ( ᴊᴀɴ ₁₉₉₉ ) × ( ʟᴀɪɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇ )━━━━━

A very long time ago-not- a young 15 year old got knocked up because of her inability to pay attention in health class during condom usage demonstration day. Nine months later, a beautiful baby boy was born-not again. Five months into the pregnancy and the 15 year old gave birth to a premature baby. The chances of his survival were very slim and there absolutely no chance in hell that he would survive the stages in the incubator without forming at least one kind of chronic illness. And they were right. Serene was born with half a long, a weak heart, and a very very weak body. He would be imprisoned to asthma, heart failure, and type 1 diabetes for the rest of his life. But Serene survived and he went home to his mother when he was ready to breath on his own. His mother took care of him for 6 months before she grew tired of wasting all her youthful days into caring for a baby who might die at any second. So she gave him up to his older sister, who knew her way with kids since she had her own. His aunt took him in and loved him, despite his many flaws. At the age of 4, the doctors diagnosed him with Autism after having monitored him and tested him for a few days. Serene grew up with taunts and bullying about his "stupid" way of speaking and about his antisocial behavior. He couldn't run or play with others on the playground or play tag and chase people around because of his physical illnesses. He spent his entire recess hour in the music room, playing around with the instruments. He showed a passion for playing and he picked up playing the piano, violin, guitar, flute, and hard over the years. Music was one way to help him. The other was gardening, despite his lack of physical labor. It was good for him, since he needed to exercise but still take it easy enough so he wouldn't hurt his body. All too soon, Serene's brightness showed and he surpassed all those in his school and he graduated at the age of 15. Despite his extensive knowledge in academic subjects, Serene still can't pronunciate many, rather common English words. He knows the meaning, but he can't speak all that well and chooses to stick to clipped and short sentences. As for the shadowhunter life, Serene wasn't much involved. He was physically incapable of fighting and training and was stuck on the sidelines while his cousins sparred. He preferred it that way, he didn't like being touched, much less being hit. There's only a small part of him that's a shadowhunter. As far as he's concerned, his father was a human. But he does have the sight and the ability to use a steele. He doesn't have a parabatai though.

I кησω уσυ
тнαт Ɩσσк ιη уσυя єуєѕ ιѕ ѕσ fαмιƖιαя α gƖєαм

━━( ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs )━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Parents ; it's a rather touchy subject, one that haunts him every night. He doesn't know who his father is and his mother didn't want him. He feels no love or loss towards them however.
Aunt ; Marian Herondale is his rock, his best friend, and his mother. He trsust her with his life and she's one of the few who are allowed to make physical contact with him
Younger brother/cousin ; Theodore James Herondale, 18☆ Serene loves Theo especially since Theodore isn't big on touching. He loves to help Theo all the times and he shares his fascinations with insects.
Older brother/cousin ; Christian Herondale, 25☆ Serene follows Christian around like a lost puppy. He idolize the man and he's always relaxed whenever Christian is with him. He sees Serene as his protector and trusts him with his life.
Older cousin ; Lilyan May Herondale, 21☆ Lilyan might be Serene's other half. He enjoys playing music instruments with her and goofing off with her. He's more open and at ease when she's with him. He's pretty sure they're best friends, but knowing Serene, he's not too sure.
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☆ music ; Serene can play the guitar, violin, piano, flute, and harp. The few who have heard him sing say he has a great voice also
☆ empathy ; for some odd reason, Serene is able to feel whatever someone else is feeling. He can't read thoughts or anything of the sort but he can feel a persons aura and he's able to empathize better.
☆ speed ; for someone who can't fight, he has speed on his side. His smaller and leaner frame allows him to move faster. He's just too lazy to actually do any of that

уσυ'ƖƖ Ɩσνє мє αт σηcє
тнє ωαу уσυ ɗιɗ
σηcє υρση α ɗяєαм

━━( once upon a dream × x)━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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full name: elisabeth alison hightower
nicknames: el, ellie, eli, elliot, li, lis, lisa, beth, nala ( used by kai only )
aliases: ellie or elliot

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date of birth: october thirtieth, two-thousand
place of birth: brooklyn, new york
species: nephilim ( half-angel, half-human )
gender: female
pronouns: she/her
age: seventeen

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appearance:
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face claim: cara delevingne
hair: long and blonde
eyes: blue
height: five foot, eight inches
weight: one-hundred-twenty-seven pounds
markings: like any other shadowhunter, runes and scars
tattoos/piercings: ear piercings

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institute: los angeles, california
rank/position: shadowhunter
parabati: open
residence: in LA - the institute. in NY - kai's apartment

loyalties: LA institute, NY institute, Hightower family, Branwell family, warlocks ( those who know kai ), the clave ( sorta )
alignment: neutral

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personality:
unusual- some will say that elizabeth learned her unusualness from her father kai, and she was definitely back that up. she has lots of weird ideas up in her head, so when a downworlder requests her help, she will ask for strange payments ( such as, food items, small live animals, plastic hoops, and twine ). the plastic hoops and twine are things she asks for and then mails them to her father.

fairly reasonable- if there's good reason for doing something, then elisabeth will most likely go ahead and do that something. despite the consequences and risks of that something. however, if there is no good reason for doing something, elisabeth will most likely not do that thing.

intelligent- this is just something that people tell elisabeth without knowing just how intelligent she actually is. while some young shadowhunter took years to learn the gray book, as it is known that learning too many runes at once will give the reader a headache, however, little elisabeth managed to do just fine and learned all of them in a months time. she learned battle moves and techniques quite quickly and went on her first mission when she was thirteen. people mistaken that she is dumb, considering her other personality traits.

forgettable- most likely to forget where they put their steele, seraph blade, phone, keys, wallet, etc? elisabeth hightower. most of those that are uninteresting or mediocre. she will never forget the family heirloom weapon that the LA institute had handed over to her.

loyal- she is loyal to family, friends, and anyone who is close to her father kai.

historical background:
isabelle and raphael hightower were two very stupid, stupid teenagers who ran away from the LA institution just because isabelle's mother tried to forbade them from seeing each other. together they ran to NY, where raphael met kai, a warlock who lived in brooklyn and specialised in aiding shadowhunters or other downworlders. isabelle and raphael then got married a year later and isabelle was found to be pregnant with raphael's child. after raphael found out that isabelle was pregnant, he and isabelle found their own place near kai and lived there for nine months. after their daughter was born, raphael and isabelle's stupidity caught up to them and they were forced to give their daughter up to the clave, however, raphael managed to get them to agree to kai raising her until it was her time to join the institute. raphael and isabelle were soon killed days later after an rogue demon attacked idris, intent on killing raphael and isabelle.

as a child, elisabeth was known to get into almost everything that she could reached, whether it be posited material or things she could easily choke on. her first word when she was two years old was obviously "daddy" considering that she was around kai twenty-four/seven and rarely ever left the apartment unless it was to visit the LA institute with her father. around the time she was six, the head of the LA institute came and visited elisabeth and asked if she would like to train as a shadowhunter, like her family the hightowers' and not knowing that she would be away from her only father, she said yes. the head of the institute then situated a deal with kai, that elisabeth was allowed to visit whenever she pleased and that he was welcomed to visit her whenever he pleased.

elisabeth met ryder branwell on her first day at the institute, they immediately bonded over something extremely minimal and became best friends. she lived in the institute for the rest of her life, visiting her father kai around holidays, birthdays, and one of two weekends a month.

she was exceptionally bright for her age and learned just about every single rune known to the gray book in under a week, and it is known that one would get a headache reading that much, however, elisabeth managed to surpass it and was headache free. she learned battle moves and techniques faster then any other shadowhunter in training, she received a family heirloom which was basically just a electrum-laced whip in the shape of a serpent.

she was thirteen when she went on her first mission, granted it was a safe mission and only required her to be conscious of her surroundings as she was to retrieve an object from a nearby vampire clan.

when she was fifteen, the LA institute had been under attack by demons and some people had lost their lives, elisabeth used her head and found ways to protect both her fellow shadowhunters and herself. she rescued about ten shadowhunters in total from being killed by demons and protected just about twenty while they fought in battle.

she was rewarded by receiving both the nobel rune and the courage in combat rune. she was remembered as the girl who protected, and remains a well-respected by her fellow shadowhunters. she was put into the position to help new shadowhunters adjust to their new life and is basically known as the big sister.

likes:
- kai, her adoptive father
- coffee, caffeine makes her crazy
- friends and family
dislikes:
- being woken before 7 A.M.
- demons all together
- people ( some )
strengths:
- determination
- critical thinking
- intelligence
weaknesses:
- sarcastic
- impatience
- perfectionism
fears:
- losing kai ( kaya )
- losing ryder ( aroth )

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relation of blood

mother: isabelle hightower ( unknown maiden name )
father: raphael hightower
siblings: none
adoptive father: kai

relation of bond

aunts: unknown
uncles: unknown
cousins: unknown
parabatai: open

relation of romance

sexual orientation: bisexual
relationship status: single

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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ / ━ sonal mira merryweather
━━━━━━━━━━━ xxx - mumbai, december second | pan
━━━━━━ | head of new york institute
▬▬▬▬/▬▬▬ She is every last bit as wild and neglectful as the ocean and she can destroy you with as meager idea. Destined to lead the world, she sufficiently solid to rule with unyielding hands and unbreakable will. She twists around and move with her idea of goodness. The one idea that doesn't require the weak ones.

Sonal Merryweather, uber bitch.

▬▬▬▬/▬▬▬ ( She was conceived with the heaviness of family's weights. Her recollections extending once again into histories none recalled yet herself. She was her own lone solace. The Merryweather mansion garden might have appeared like an unending rich wilderness when she was younger, yet that was numerous years back. If he had stayed, there would be no space for anything genuine. It was all about family reputation and she couldn't live with these towering walls. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.

Twenty-five, everyone said in such disagreement. Did they really expected to believe a twenty-five years old Sonal Merryweather could run an entire institute? What was so great about her other than the last name of a well-respected shadowhunter family?

That question was five years ago and the New York Institute had been all intact without anything beyond minor incidents. She made New York Institute one of the kind with her unorthodox rules and ambiguous orders--your guess, not everyone were fan of her ruining their perfect little system that'd been around for years. Still a long way to get everyone's approval but frankly, my dears, Sonal didn't give a damn. )

━━━━━━ thirty ; femme ; 5 ft 8 in ; dark brown hair ; brown eyes

fc: priyanka chopra ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

likes - fashion - coffee ; dislikes - field work - questions - late night working ; strenghts - resting bitch face ; weaknesses - spider - not consuming enough caffeine - committing to a relationship ; fears - spider ; ablities - diplomacy - basic shadowhunters skill - coming up with something mean to do
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family - The Merryweathers
parabatai -
alliances - New York Institute; The Clave

zain abdullah turan ✕ male ✕ twenty-three

bisexual ✕ shadowhunter ✕ zayn malik

The resistant "Bradford bad boy" - as he was dubbed when he first moved to the States - is quite the looker. His entire presence reeks of dark and gloom, yet he still seems to have everyone's adoration. Perhaps the most noticeable of his features - his eyes - shine with mark of curiosity and mischief in their deep dark depths. Dark lashes curl up, giving his eyes an almost feminine appearance. Straight, thick eyebrows line above his eyes. His hair is always changing - undergoing a series of different colors of dyes. Right now, he's kept it it's natural inky black color and leaving it in its naturally distressed state. On his strong, angular jaw, Zain has well grown scruff that runs up to his ears and meets under his chin. A mustache of the same state runs above his rosy, pouty lips. Tanned olive skin has a series of different tattoos inked across his arms and his chest without the addition of any runes. Zain's even got a few piercings on either of his ears. He's a lean boy with strong legs and arms from daily training and work out sessions. At this age, he is as tall as five feet and ten inches and he keeps a healthy weight.

On the seventh of June, in the back of a dirty, run down shed in the slums of New York City , Zain Turan was very literally thrusted into the world ready to fight. His mother, Leena Turan, was heavily pregnant, but being the stubborn woman she was, had decided to come searching for her missing husband in the terrible fighting grounds between a vicious vampire clan and a raging werewolf pack. Daniyal Turan had been assigned to a group scoping out the zone, making sure that the fight that precipitated between the two groups did not end up harming innocent mundanes. It was a most vicious battle and poor Leena was hobbling through it with swollen ankles and a large belly. She'd been forced to take rest in the shed when the exertion became too much with only the help of her best friend to help her through the process. If the screaming hadn't alerted all of the Downworlders of her presence, then it was surely the wailing of her first child that did. Fortunately enough for them, when the fighting reached the shed and Leena and baby Zain were caught in the madness, the missing group of Shadowhunters had located them and brought them to safety.

Zain's life more or less followed the same pattern. He was always in the place he wasn't supposed to be. Childish curiosity pushed him to wander the Institute when he was younger, leading him to stumble upon different secrets and hidden truths earlier than some of the other children. And when he learned about his duties as a Shadowhunter, his parents kept nothing from him, wanting him to become the best Shadowhunter that he could be. That became his individual goal and sought to achieve it endlessly. Everything that he did ended up being some kind of point towards bettering his skills. He actually paid attention in his lessons and classes to the extent that he put extra effort in spending time at the library to do some self study.

Some would think that he's very reclusive and purposely has cut himself off from others in his life to pursue this "solo career." And for the most part, it's quite true. He knows that being a Shadowhunter means working as a team and depending on others as well. But, for the life of him, Zain is just quite incapable of much human to human interaction. Most people don't understand him or don't try to understand him. He has a short temper as well that is hard to control, especially around slow people. He needs people in his life that think on the same level and pace as him. Stupid questions irritate the hell out of him. Actually, most things generally irritate him. He doesn't know why he is this way and why he can't have more patience. He's always been told that he needs to be "patient", but it's been the hardest task to achieve so far. As much as he wants to be a leader, it's seeming like a quite unaccomplishable task because of his inability to work with others.

Family is complicated for Zain. Everyone knows his parents and holds them in high esteem for all that they've done for the Institute and the general betterment of society. It's something to be proud of, he knows - and he is - but it's tiresome to be continually compared to his brave father or his fierce mother. Not to mention, his own sister was growing well among the ranks. She had her own sets of expectations created in the light of their mother, but he still felt like he was on shaky ground with everyone. He had all the potential to be better, yet, he found himself anxious that whatever he did wasn't good enough. Everything he did was underestimated by himself and self deprecation seemed to take over his life despite all the rewards he reaped from all of his efforts.

Life took an even more bitter turn when his younger brother, Ahmad, was taken from the world too early. It was his turn to get his first marks - the Runes he had been so excited to receive - but everything did not go according to plan. Ahmad had a severe reaction to the rune and fell ill with a terribly high fever. The mark scorched his skin and was a sweltering mess of bumps and scarred tissue. Healers tried to remove the rune through basic methods and when that didn't work, they attempted to cut away the affected tissue. Unfortunately for the Turan family, the damage was already done and Ahmad's frail body could not take the fever that took over. Bedridden for the next few days, Ahmad was surrounded by his family. Zain didn't leave his side throughout it all. On the fourth day of his fever, Ahmad passed away in his fitful sleep. A part of Zain died alongside Ahmad that day and he's been inconsolable ever since.

After his brother died, the family was a mess. Zain couldn't handle his parents and his temper had only seemed to grown. Everything triggered him. He couldn't handle the pressure, the ever existing weight that pushed down on his shoulders. Everyone knew he was in a state of grief, but Zain couldn't handle himself. The people he had grown up with couldn't help him. Zain needed a change, so he got up and left the New York Institute and made a new home for himself in Los Angeles. It was a completely different environment to the one he was used to in New York, but he felt that new and strange was better than old and memorable. He wanted a blank slate in Los Angeles and a blank slate is what he got.

STRENGTHS: Zain is extremely intelligent. It might not look it with his brooding personality, but he's got the smarts of a computer and is very calculative in any situation. Strategy? He's got it all.

WEAKNESSES: Anxiety and grief. He's got so many burdens at this point that it incapacitates his quick thinking mind. He's so affected by this that he's put himself in danger by freezing in critical situations when his skills are needed.

LIKES: Zain is quite fond of books and art. He's dabbled in a bit of everything, but he's got great interest in these lonesome activities. Sometimes, he can be found out in the more dingy parts of the city, using spray paint to express himself.

DISLIKES: Conflict and drama. He can't handle it right now and if anyone tries to bring it in his life, he will completely isolate them. Zain will avoid confrontation by all means in order to keep his current sense of peace and nonchalance.

FEARS: At this point, he doesn't really care about the dangers he puts himself in. But, if he put others in danger because of himself, he wouldn't be able to take it. He fears losing another loved one, so he has separated from all of them. He doesn't want to care for another person, only for them to leave him - whether it be by death or literal leaving. It's best if he just leaves first.

* love interest - javier anhelo ✕ samuel larsen ✕ kaya
* friend - name ✕ face claim ✕ rper
* family - zara turan ✕ zara peerzada✕ me
* enemy - name ✕ face claim ✕ rper