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EZRA ──────────────────────────────────────────
21 + TEMPTERpersona
ezra never really had a personality.
all the years he spent wandering aimlessly, causing destruction every where he went, he never really cared for the development of emotions. all that mattered was causing misery and devastation. yes, you could probably say ezra is a sociopath - well you could definitely say that and it would be true, but he does have some emotions, buried deep inside the abyss that is his tainted soul.
humans fascinate him. he has a deep infatuation with the power he feels when they fall into ruin. the rush he gets when he feeds off their sin is exhilarating. their misery is like a drug he can't get enough of. you might think he is too cruel when he laughs at their pleadings for mercy, for a second chance. he particularly loves that dumbstruck look on their face when the realize just what they have gotten themselves into. he is the embodiment of all sin. he was born like this, his soul doomed from the beginning - if he even has one.history
ezra was not born. he simply existed.
he himself can not remember where he came form. all he knows is that he was here for a long long long time. since the beginning, he observed humans. he watched them smile and laugh and love. but deep inside, a dark desire to ruin it all burned like a fire inside of him. his bones ached for chaos and poison ran through his veins. his first victim was a naive human woman, eve. he whispered honeyed lies on her ear and promised her they would have a future together, if she just took one bite of that apple. after everything came crashing down, eve ran to him, tears streaming down her face and eyes filled with desperation, begging him to take her away. however, ezra only laughed at how gullible she was. he thought she would be easy but not this easy.
after his first time, it was like he couldn't stop. he was like a kid stuck in a candy store. there were so many options - so many flavours. he was hopelessly addicted to it. he wanted it all so he created the seven deadly sins to help him lure in more souls. after that, sin spread far and wide, throughout the world, growing bigger with every human that existed. he could practically taste the sin. pride was grape, wrath was cherry, envy was sour like green apples, sloth was cotton candy, lust was blueberry, greed was lemon and finally gluttony was orange.
unfortunately, angels became aware of what he was doing. even though they couldn't stop him as he was getting an unlimited source of power, they were still a nuisance. so then came the other part of his followers, the fallen angels. the angels were naive to think that he could only corrupt humans. anything with a soul, he could mold into whatever he wanted. but due to the angels now knowing of his existence, ezra had been constantly wandering the earth, unable to settle down. just when he was about to flip his top, he stumbled upon overbrooke. he realized how desperate the townspeople were and signed a deal with them. he would make their town prosper if he sacrificed a virgin every lunar moon for as long as the deal was still intact. he didn't sugarcoat the fact that if they broke their promise, he would not hesitate to burn everything to the ground since without the deal, they had no use to him. now he resides in the "house of sin" watching as one by one the residents fall into his clutches.
LEVIANNA ──────────────────────────────────────
24 + ENVY
envy is levi. levi is envy.
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CODE NAME: Agent S
FULL NAME: Sebastian Cai
GENDER: Male
AGE: 25
POSITION:Ghost Agent (First Class)TERMINATED
THREAT LEVEL: 6 [ Six ]
BIO
( hair color ) black
( eye color ) dark brown
( height ) 5'10"
( markings ) tattoo of sun on left wrist
KNOWN FACTS
. born on october 13, 1992 in manhattan, new york
. former Marines black ops/sniper (rank: first sergeant)
. father is a chinese politician, mother is a heiress
, has ophidiophobia (fear of snakes)
SURVEILLANCE DETAILS
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PSYCH EVAL.sebastian cai is known for his ruthless attitude towards work. despite this being a good quality for an agent, it still makes him a threat to himself and those around him. he has no regard for the consequences as long as he gets his mission done. behind that handsome face and charming smile, is a lethal killer who hardly shows mercy. he is a man who was trained since he was a teenager to be as unfeeling and apathetic as possible. he calculates his every move and is a master at manipulating people to do what he wants.
sebastian does not care about other people's wants and needs. it's every man for himself. if you falling behind, well sucks to be you. he exploits people to achieve his goal, no matter who they are. otherwise, he tries to keep interaction with people to the required minimum.BACKGROUND
sebastian didn't have a traumatic childhood like one would expect. he was raised in a pretty normal family actually. as a child, he was a prodigy in martial arts. however, he had a slight anger problem and had no qualms when it came to inflicting pain. when he was eight, he broke a bully's nose when he punched him in the face. having enough of their son's violent outbursts, they sent him to military school when he was twelve. he then later became a marine sniper for america, having one of the highest kill counts ever at just eighteen. due to this, he was scouted by china's NIS to be a ghost agent who specializes in espionage and assassination.
sebastian became his job, he always stuck to the shadows. he had no name, no face - no identity whatsoever. he never stayed in one place, much less country, for long. the only human contact he had was with one night stands and receiving orders for his mission. he was the best of the best, but that all changed. on one particular mission, he was tasked to retrieve secret military files from an illegal arms dealer. his orders were to use his son as a hostage in order to have leverage. when there was no sign of an exchange happening, sebastian was ordered by the higher ups to kill the thirteen year old boy. and obviously he wasn't about to kill a child. so he disobeyed orders and opted for locating the target and getting the plans with no backup and a improvised plan - which worked by the way.
despite this, he was court martialled and terminated. he now works as a bodyguard for vip clients and runs an illegal arms trade on the side, away from the prying eyes of the government. the only reason why he's participating in the richmond trials is to make it seem like he's financially struggling and he honestly misses the action.
VICTORIA YOON
17 + JUNIOR
aspiring fashion designer + 5'2" + light brown eyes + dark brown hair
FC JEON HEEJIN
SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
Victoria’s life had always been glitter and sunshine when she was little. She was the youngest and only daughter of Eliza Yoon and Sebastian Yoon. She was spoiled and sheltered from the world, protected from everything bad by her parents. There was never a moment when she didn’t have a smile on her face - she was happy. But happiness doesn’t last forever it seems.
Victoria blames herself for the death of her brother, who was taken from her in by a car accident. A car accident that wouldn’t have even happened if she hadn’t gotten drunk and freaked out at a party, begging her brother to pick her up. She blames herself for the look of agony on her parents’ faces when they identified his body at the morgue. She was plagued with nightmares and dismal thoughts. She no longer shone as brightly as before.
When she couldn’t take it anymore or handle the recurring images of her brother’s bloody body on the asphalt, she swallowed a bunch of pills, wanting all of it to stop. She thought that he was the sibling that deserved to be alive. If anyone was to die, it should have been her. He was the smart one that made their parents proud with his academic achievements. He was kind and helpful and he was Victoria’s hero. She would have succeeded if it wasn’t for her mom entering the room to ask Victoria if she wanted dinner, finding her leaning against the bathtub, slowly losing consciousness.
After months of therapy and supervised taking of medication, Victoria slowly got better - other than the fact she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. There are days when she doesn’t even want to get out of bed, everything feeling numb except for a sinking feeling in her stomach. But there are days when she is literally bouncing off the walls, all smiles and sunshine. Lucky for her, she mostly has what she calls sunny days compared to rainy days. Despite this, she hasn’t told anyone about it because she’s still in denial about her mental disorder and suicide attempt and she just wants to be remembered as the same optimistic girl she was in the past.
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ISAIAH KINGSTON + 23 + singer
(stage name: ISAIAH)
For those who don't know who Isaiah Kingston is he's is an angel sent from above with an equally divine voice. He is known for his immense love for his fans and selfless personality. And let's not forget his obvious determination to torture his audience with fanservice. The last time we saw Isaiah, he was giving a 10/10 performance in Manhattan at his last show on his tour. But sources have reported him to have been spotted at the airport seemingly planning to get on a plane to Montana. When his manager was asked about where exactly he was going in such a rush, he said he could not comment on the personal life of his client, but all he could say was that he was on a hiatus. It is common knowledge to all die hard fans that Isaiah is completely devoted to his mother, Ophelia. Isaiah has said himself once in an interview that his mother is the one of the most important people in his life and he's proud he can make her happy even when she's battling cancer. So, I for one think it is shocking find it shocking that the workaholic Isaiah Kingston would take a vacation. Rumor has it that he's actually has a secret lover that no one knows about. Is it really a vacation or a romantic getaway? If it's the latter, then tough love to all the fangirls because your king possibly has a queen.
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MICAH ASHTON + 18 + senior
By now, we should all know who Reese Orion is. The Instagram famous heir has made quite a reputation for himself over the past few years, and it's nothing short of scandalous, which is very interesting considering who his father is. Reese is the only son of Arthur Orion, the CEO of Orion Corporations, the world's leading technology company. Not only that but his father is on the City Council. Rumor has it that Reese is next in line for the throne when his father retires but given his personality, is that really going to happen? Don't get me wrong, Reese is gorgeous but he is what people call a "fuckboy". Just 2 years ago, there were rumors going around about an arranged marriage planned for him and a British heiress but those plans were quickly put down when Reese blatantly came out as gay on social media and even went as far as saying that even if he wasn't gay, he would still not marry the girl. Ouch. Poor girl. Not only that sources, and I mean many sources have reported Reese's tendency to hop from one person to the next. Whose heart hasn't he broken already?
Because I know I'm not the only one here.But despite him being ahoe, we all love him for his snarky personality because who doesn't love a wholesome savage???
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NICK NAME: Roman
FULL NAME: Romulus Campion
GENDER: Male
AGE: 18
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
BIO
( hair color ) platinum blonde
( eye color ) blue
( height ) 6'2"
( markings ) tattoo of sun on left wrist
KNOWN FACTS
. born on october 13, 1999 in manhattan, new york
. president of the science club
. father is a world renowned doctor, mother is a lawyer
. iq of 200
SECRETS
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PSYCH EVAL.roman campion was never one to care for emotional attachment. he finds emotion too draining. he keeps everyone at a distance, shutting himself off from the world. of course he has people he talks to from time to time, but nothing of substance. roman has never cared for other people’s wants and needs. it’s every man for himself.
BACKGROUND
roman campion grew up in a home that lacked the familial love a child should receive. he barely saw his mom and dad as they dedicated all their time and love to their jobs. as a young boy, roman was never taught the basic morals a person had. he never really learnt right and wrong. when he was at school and he listened to all the kids talk about how much they loved their parents, he never understood why. all his parents expected him to do was get good grades and not embarrass them. he was expected to be the perfect child. and he was, minus the numb feeling that he had in his soul that children his age shouldn’t have.
when he turned twelve, his mother died in a car accident. as they stood by her grave, her casket being lowered, roman was surrounded by crying people when he couldn’t even shed a tear. he barely knew the woman he called “mother”. all roman had recognized her as during his childhood was the person who contributed 23 of her chromosomes so that he could exist. he didn’t see her as the loving mother that any normal child would have. Even if someone hated their mother, they were bound to show at least some emotion, maybe even vent out their anger. but roman felt nothing at all. all of the sobbing and hugs he got from relatives blurred together.
when he started high school, roman got even more reclusive. he became detached from society, only caring about himself. he focused his attention on science, the only thing that seemed to be a good use for his intellect and had a hobby of hacking for fun. Somehow, probably due to his good looks, roman manage to be considered “popular”. unlike average people, he found this to be a nuisance. he found it annoying when people came up to him like he was some kind of rare creature.
MICAH ASHTON ◘ 18 ◘ bisexual ◘ senior
SECRETS
before micah started dating milo, he was a notorious player in london.
he also got kicked out by his dad because he didn't want to become the CEO when he graduated so he now lives with his mom in new york.
BIOGRAPHY
micah never was good at listening to authority. he always did what he wanted and lived life how he wanted. the only things he took seriously was his relationship with milo, his photography and crossing everything off his bucket list before he reached 40 (annoying the shit out of his boyfriend is obviously already checked off). micah's carefree attitude is his best quality but it is also his worst fault. just because of this, he has a tense relationship with his dad - so imagine the awkward christmas and thanksgiving dinners and explaining to him every time that he's not going to break up with milo. but he doesn't regret anything that he did, so he tries not dwell on it. he doesn't want to sit in a office for the rest of his life. he wants to spend his life travelling the world and he can't do that being controlled my his father.
ALTHEA CAIRO ◘ 18 ◘ pansexual ◘ senior
SECRETS
since senior year, althea has been having an affair with the swim coach.
in italy, althea was caught selling weed but since she was a minor, she was let off with community service.
BIOGRAPHY
no one really knows what althea is thinking - and she likes it that way. she craves spontaneity and being unique. she doesn’t want to be another face in the crowd. a boring life isn’t what she wants. she doesn’t want to be stuck at home like her parents, having to worry about their jobs and taking care of 6 children. she wants to live life to the fullest - do whatever she wants, be whoever she wants and go wherever she wants. coming from a family where everyone is happy and content with their lives, althea is the black sheep. even before coming to constance, she had been hard to control - an unforgiving storm. althea knows she’s toxic but that doesn’t stop her from leaving a mess wherever she goes.
JUDE BASTILLE ◘ 17 ◘ questioning ◘ junior
SECRETS
jude has been struggling to admit he is gay in fear of accepting what he had done.
jude had suspicions that his sister was going to do something to herself but didn't speak up about it.
BIOGRAPHY
Breathe. That’s what Jude has been telling himself to do every since his sister died. At one point, he didn’t want to take another breath. But he realized that the one thing he could do right was to live with the guilt even if it tore at his heart with its sharp claws. He knew he played a factor in her suicide and that haunts him everyday. He couldn’t do anything to help her. He was always an observer. He watched his sister deteriorate after he betrayed her - kissing her best friend that he knew she had feelings for. And now he watches his mother put on a happy face just to stay strong for him when he knows that she is hiding the agony of losing a child. He hates how he has to lie to her in fear that she will leave him too. Now Jude only drifts through life, trying to find a means to cope with his mistakes, drowning himself in piano. But sometimes he wishes he was not only deaf but blind so he didn’t have to face the reality of mistakes and the fear of coming out.
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(view spoiler)( ♚/♛ ) EZRA
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ODESSA CARMEN ◘ 18 ◘ bisexual ◘ senior
#596114 ◘ resident ◘ eastside ◘ cindy kimberly ◘ relationsPOWERS
P Y R O K I N E S I S
Odessa has been thoroughly trained to control her powers since she was a child. It comes to her as easy as breathing and she's not afraid to use them for her own personal gain.
BIOGRAPHY
Odessa was never one to live a mediocre life. Since she was a little girl, she took charge of everything and never took no for an answer. Odessa can best be described as a girl that can never be kept -- a whirlwind of intrigue and allurement. She never sticks to one thing, easily leaving behind a project or person, eager to unravel and bend the situation to fit her own desires. Always being captivated by the idea of intimacy, she finds art and inspiration in the most passionate and chaotic of circumstances. She loves playing games and affairs of the heart seems to be her favorite pastime. Odessa is nothing short of a temptress -- she knows all but never divulges too much about herself.
Behind the sensual enigmatic mask she hides behind is a girl from a family without love. Odessa experienced loss at a young age when he mother died in a car accident. Her father only buried himself deeper into his work, treating Shiver Hollow as his child more than his own daughter. Maybe that's why Odessa has a short of pessimistic view towards the only place she has ever known. Shiver Hollow has done no favors for her. But instead of wallowing from the lack of relationship with her father and the sinking loneliness instead her that she can't seem to fix, Odessa occupies herself with materialistic and fleeting things that distract her from the truth behind her erratic and narcissistic behavior.
ALESSA ROMILLY ◘ 17 ◘ bisexual ◘ junior
#501434 ◘ resident ◘ heart of town ◘ zoe barnard ◘ relationsPOWERS
P L A N T M A N I P U L A T I O N
At the youthful and vibrant age of six, Alessa was always a hyperactive child who often daydreamed and spent most of her time playing outside till the point she had leaves and twigs in her hair. She often spent her time playing pirates in the park, looking for "buried treasure". One day, when she was feeling particularly daring, she climbed up one of the tallest apple trees in the park, pretending it was the mast of her pirate ship. One wrong placement of her foot and all that was heard was a loud yelp as she fell down. Her parents had run over expecting to see her hurt on the ground but instead, they witnessed a branch wrapping itself around her foot, holding her up in the air like a rag doll.
Alessa has become more proficient in using her power even going as far as speeding up the growth of budding plants and manipulating plants to move to her whim. She is able to grow any plant as long as she knows what it looks like
BIOGRAPHY
Odessa was never one to live a mediocre life. Since she was a little girl, she took charge of everything and never took no for an answer. Odessa can best be described as a girl that can never be kept -- a whirlwind of intrigue and allurement. She never sticks to one thing, easily leaving behind a project or person, eager to unravel and bend the situation to fit her own desires. Always being captivated by the idea of intimacy, she finds art and inspiration in the most passionate and chaotic of circumstances. She loves playing games and affairs of the heart seems to be her favorite pastime. Odessa is nothing short of a temptress -- she knows all but never divulges too much about herself.
Behind the sensual enigmatic mask she hides behind is a girl from a family without love. Odessa experienced loss at a young age when he mother died in a car accident. Her father only buried himself deeper into his work, treating Shiver Hollow as his child more than his own daughter. Maybe that's why Odessa has a short of pessimistic view towards the only place she has ever known. Shiver Hollow has done no favors for her. But instead of wallowing from the lack of relationship with her father and the sinking loneliness instead her that she can't seem to fix, Odessa occupies herself with materialistic and fleeting things that distract her from the truth behind her erratic and narcissistic behavior.
EZRA BISHOP ◘ 18 ◘ pansexual ◘ senior
#457281 ◘ student ◘ heart ◘ (view spoiler) ◘ relationsPOWERS
T E L E K I N E S I S
A skill that had been nurtured since childhood by the most advance trainers. However, now it's just used for pranks and frequent acts of laziness. Some people might see it as a waste in talent. Ezra sees it as very convenient.
BIOGRAPHY
Ezra was practically raised to think a particular way. His parents always told him of there being a greater cause that they fought for that he too one day would have to fight for. However, that’s not what Ezra wants his life to be defined by. Everyone in his family is made from the same mold. Ezra isn’t a rebel. He isn’t a delinquent. He isn’t a troubled youth. He’s simply a person. Ezra is just a teemager who wishes he could just be a teenager instead of another soldier in this looming rebellion of Shiver Hollow.
It was never easy having dreams while growing up. His parents had a designated role for him already planned out since his birth. Of course, that doesn’t mean that he hates or even that their strict parents who are simply unbearable. However, there has always a disconnection between him and most of his siblings ever since he started high school. It was an era of rebellion in teenage angst and mayhem. It was the time when he decided that he would take his life into his own hands. Despite this, he found himself wondering what exactly he wanted to do with his life -- what kind of person he wanted to be. Having a set path for most of his life and straying off of it left him in a state of unease and confusion. He have had the conviction to think about what he wanted and now that he strayed off the path, it’s almost like he walked into the woods, alone and lost and unsure which direction to go in.
This uncertainty of who is as a person hasn’t stopped him from enjoying his life however. Even though he knows not what the future will hold, Ezra has decided to live his life to the fullest without regrets. He assumes that one day he probably will have to take up this great responsibility that was unfortunately his birthright or deal with the struggles of adulthood but for now he’s simply enjoying his time free from the cage. He’s doing his best to simply be a teenager, only defined as being Ezra, simply himself. Not as another rebel hiding behind false pretenses and personas in fear of punishment from the government that controls the small town of Shiver Hollow.
Of course, he himself has had dreams of going beyond the borders that the citizens of the town have been restricted to. He wants a life that’ different. He wants a chance to go out into the world and build his own legacy and not live by one that was given him. Individuality is his most important aspect because no one can ever be him and he would never to be someone else. Each person deserves a chance to take control of their lives without something or someone bring them down. And if thinking this way is considered rebellious or impertinent, he simply doesn’t care because at the end of the day, he’s content that he did his best to be simply Ezra.
ROWAN AMBROSE + 18 + senior
(power: pathokinesis) WESTSIDE
Rowan has always been somewhat of an anomaly. She never indulges herself too much into a situation, always on the sidelines yet with a presence that could captivate the attention of those around her. She was beauty yet a quiet one, situating herself into the role of observer where she could always weigh her options before acting. Power was never really a concept to her. At a point in her life, she simply got by without tapping into her gifts and instead buried it all inside her but events have taught her that people could not be trusted -- that emotions could not be trusted. So she did what she thought was best. She began using these so easily tainted emotions to her own self-benefit. A human was only a shell without feelings and Rowan could easily take those away.
Rarely you will she a tear fall from the hazel eyes of Rowan Ambrose. After leaving behind the naivety that caused her to fall in her younger years, she even manipulates her own emotions. She masks her true feelings -- her true thoughts. Rowan believes remaining a mystery is better than being in the spotlight, where everyone would become curious to know what your secrets are. She’s comfortable in the shadows and that’s where she thrives the most. She’s a flower that can bloom in the darkest of places. Aesthetic and pleasing to the eye, yet poisonous from long-term exposure.
Rowan thinks of herself as something close to a pacifist. She never provokes someone without reason but that doesn’t mean she is not capable of hate. There are things in this world that can turn a lamb into a snake in the grass, waiting to strike. Yet, Rowan tries to suppress this side of her, preferring to leave a calming effect on others instead of leaving a bitter aftertaste. She supposed she inherited her personality from her father, a hardened military man from one of the oldest families in Shiver Hollow. He ingrained in her his values and taught her that she should seek peace yet raising hell when necessary was never a bad thing to do. Lessons from her father left an impression on her, his voice somewhat echoing in her head in the worst of moments, saying:
"Detach from what destroys you"
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ELIJAH VITALI + 17 + junior
Elijah has an acute lack of trust in people. When you have a mother who spends more time higher than the Statue of Liberty, puking into a toilet than being an actual mother and a father who has a keen taste for adultery...that tends to happen. There was a time in his life where he trusted people more than anything, something he only sees as foolish now that he looks back onto his past self. His main priority used to be doing dumb things with his friend, worrying about his grades and developing naive crushes on girls and guys alike but now such things don’t hold any significance in his life. His main responsibility, that had been thrust on him forcefully, was making sure his mother didn’t kill herself from her own addiction. In a sense, Elijah believes that his fucked up family situation has opened his eyes. In his mind, it have him a higher chance not to end up like his mother and father, letting love take control and destroy their lives.
Despite this, Elijah isn’t one to brood about his issues. Of course, he comes off as reclusive but that’s only because he doesn’t like being touched for reasons that only caused him to build a stronger wall around his heart. He has a problem with intimacy. He views it as something destructive and toxic. He’s only comfortable with physical interactions if he’s the one that initiates it as he prefers to go by his own standards if he is to ever step out of that comfort zone. This fear of deep emotional contact comes from the years of having to deal with his mother’s advances. Her trips often caused her to mistake him for his father, who Elijah hates that he shares all too similar features with. The drugs and the alcohol causes her to try and fulfill that longing she has for the very man who cheated on her or results in intense angry episodes where she shouts at Elijah, but to her, she sees his father standing there instead of her own son. Due to this Elijah spends most of his time away from his house, away from the chaos of his mother, only venturing home to make sure he doesn’t come back to a cold corpse.
Normalcy is no longer normal to Elijah Vitali. People are no longer people. Feelings are no longer feelings. Love is no longer love. Everything is just nothing even if he wants it to be something.
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ADRIAN KENT ◘ 42 ◘ heterosexual ◘ rebel leader
#457281 ◘ doctor ◘ westside ◘ (view spoiler) ◘ relationsPOWERS
E L E C T R O K I N E S I S
BIOGRAPHY
As a teenager, Adrian’s biggest worry was whether or not he would ace his Chemistry test or if he could come up with new ideas to help better the school environment as the student body president. It was only normal concerns of a high school student who flourished at the top of social hierarchy. But all that died with the death of his older brother from an accident that has never been fully disclosed to the public. It was all covered up and buried in the black hole of secrets his family had been building up since the early years of Shiver Hollow.
Adrian was the second son of a family with three children. The Kents were always put on a certain pedestal in society and that came with added stress and pressure on the children. His mother and father always worked him hard and expected the best out of him, especially when it came to the development of his powers. At first, he thought they were just strict and helicopter parents that didn’t know how not to be overbearing but he soon found out that there was a deeper meaning to this. Unbeknownst to him, or maybe he always realized it but decided to just ignore it, his family was the sheer equivalent of the Malfoys in Harry Potter. Shiver Hollow, back in the day of his adolescence, was much more segregated when it came to people who were gifted and people who were not. Of course, there were some people that didn’t really care and Adrian prided himself in being such a person but the death of someone that you hold dear could change anyone.
Fast forward to years later, Adrian has ended up living he expected he would from the beginning. He married the woman he loved and raised three children that he tries his best for despite the busyness of his schedule. He got his medical degree and PhD and eventually earned enough merit to become the Chief of Surgery at the hospital. His life and his family’s were what people would believe to be pristine and luxurious - the typical Kent lifestyle. However, nothing is ever how it seems in Shiver Hollow. Past experiences had opened his eyes to what exactly the government viewed the gifted people as the town as - weapons. Not living breathing individuals who have a right to live their own lives wherever they please. All of Adrian’s life, people have taken from him - his brother and his wife. Of course, the small town mourned their losses. He even received condolences from high-ranked officials of the government but that never meant anything to him because to be pitied by the very people who killed the ones he loved just to maintain the pretence of a peaceful existence with the civilians was the worst possible feeling.
It has always been personal to Adrian - this rebellion. It wasn’t even because his parents exposed him to this atmosphere. Despite his best efforts to live the life he dreamed, he slowly became the man that his father was - charming, poised and polite; a true influence and well-known figure in Shiver Hollow. Yet, underneath that is a man who can be as ruthless, calculative and merciless as his smile is bright and a convincing charade.
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gabriel poet [ eighteen ] male
LUCIEN CELOSIA ───────────────────────────
19 + the phoenix king of incendium
THE BOY KING
It was almost like he was still there.
His ears rang the sound of shallow breathing and the sound of a chalice of wine connecting with the obsidian floor. He could feel the warmth of the fire against his skin, the amber flames casting a glow in the room that cascaded over the young prince's face. His nose stung with the heady scent of iron in the air mixed with the aroma of lavender incense and his stormy blue eyes could see the glint of a dagger discarded after finding its target, the crimson that had stained his shirt, coating his hands and pooling on the stone floor from the king's body who lay on the Lucien's lap, his older brother's cold fingers clutching onto the white cotton fabric of his shirt, the material sullied with red.
Lucien remembered it all - to the last dying breath of his brother and the sight of the flames in his eyes flickering hopelessly struggling to stay lit but futilely dying as the warmth left the king's body....
Lucien's skin crawled underneath the royal robes as a hand rested on his shoulder, bringing his consciousness back to the present and reminding him where he was. His vision focused on the sight of the throne room doors in front of him, blocking him from the assembly of the Incendium council just on the other side. His gaze then shifted to his hands, pale and no longer stained, as if the whole event had been whipped clean.
"Congratulations sire. Long live the King." His mentor said from beside him, the sixteen year old prince's height already more than the elderly man.
The coals that had turned his brother the late king's body, who had died only hours before in the late night, to ashes were still warm and the sun only just peeked through the clouds, bringing upon a new dawn and the weight of the gold royal signet ring reminded Lucien of the reality of the situation.
His hand pushed pressed against the mahogany double doors of the entrance, a still calmness in the icy gaze of his pale blue eyes, devoid from any grief or distraught, but instead held a twinkle of unknown origin. And as sunlight spilled through the corridor windows, the young prince showed emotion for the first time today with a smile, a simple lift of the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you." Was all he said before the doors were pushed upon and he walked towards his throne.
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22 + the queen of stiria
THE FLAME OF STIRIA ( wielder of fire )
“My Queen.”
The soft coaxing words caused Hestia to turn her head, ruby stained lips formed in a troubled pout and fingers tucking a short strand of dark hair behind her ear. Amber eyes drank in the sight of the head maid, looking expectantly at the young girl, her hands smoothing down the lace fabric of the wedding dress that fluttered with the gusts of wind that rushed through the open window of the room.
“I am not Queen yet.” Hestia murmured, eyes peering at the dress, taking in the sight of the diamonds that glittered in the morning light and the accent of rubies that spilled color onto the white dress - an Incendium homage. Hestia blinked, her chest rising with a breath as she calmed the hurricane of thoughts in her mind.
“Not yet but very soon.”
It was beyond her really. All of it was beyond her. Only down the hall was her soon-to-be husband and a plethora of people from all across the realm waiting to see him take her hand in marriage and make her a queen - or a conquest, pure and untouched. It seemed like the two terms went hand in hand with the aging Stirian King. Hestia was the epitome of youthful beauty - unblemished fair skin, eyes that twinkled like the stars and stole the color of molten gold, rose petal lips and a bright smile that instilled the feeling of envy in the sun itself. She was once what no man could have - an Incendium priestess who blessed and healed and heard the whispers of the gods in her ear, held the secrets of the universe at her fingertips. Now she was nothing but a woman taken away from the life she thought she was destined to have.
As she drowned herself again in her thoughts, the head maid ushered her out of her robes, rubbing perfumed oils and accentuating her skin with gold glitter before fitting the wedding dress to her body. Hestia didn’t put up much of a fight, quelling the fire that burned inside her and instead focused her gaze on the sun before her and the snow that fluttered from the sky, a hushed melodic prayer falling from her lips. There was no way out of this - defying a king meant death and she still had a taste for life.
It was only when she felt a bouquet of white winter roses placed into her hands did her mind catch up with her feet and she realized where exactly she was standing - just before the altar. All eyes were on the Incendium bride, murmured whispers filling the throne room as everyone seemed to digest what was about to happen while Hestia was still coming to terms with it. Her fingers clutched the bouquet as she took her final steps towards the altar - towards the man she would wed, who stood at the altar, a look of pride and arrogance on his face as he scanned her physique - not a hint of unbridled love. He reached for her and her muscles tense slightly as her heart told her to flee and her legs told her to run but her mind told her to stay for fear of the consequences. So instead, a practiced gentle smile graced her lips as the king presses a kiss against the back of her hand, leading her up the steps before the thrones - one of which that would soon belong to her alone.
Something in her told her to turn her head slightly, eyes peeking behind her at the crowd until she caught sight of familiar blue eyes, furrowed eyebrows and a scornful expression, one that caused her fingers to tighten around the bouquet and a small breathless sigh to escape her.
However, she looked forward again, lips mouthing a silent prayer as she tried to quell the sinful thoughts and destructive emotions that brewed up inside her and instead of giving into them, she clearly spoke two words.
“I do.”
JUDE CARYX ─────────────────────────────
20 + 1/3 basilisk leader
THE DISGRACED PRINCE ( wielder of water )
ASTERIA BASTILLE ─────────────────────────
21 + stirian rebel
A WOMAN SCORNED ( wielder of shadows )
CASSIUS AMBROSE ─────────────────────────
21 + duke of aecor
THE HUNTSMAN ( wielder of water )
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❝Death is the only god that comes when you call❞
Cassius had only just turned eleven when his father taught him how to hunt.
On the dawn of his birthday, his father had dragged him out of bed and into the dark woods of Aecor, the cold winter winds and heavy snowfall biting at his skin and soaking him to the bone in chills. At first, Cassius wanted to beg him to let him return to the manor yet he bit onto his tongue, pale green eyes watching his father as he pulled out a bow, pulling on the string to test the viability.
They had spent about five hours out in the cold.
With blue lips and paling skin, Cassius’ quivering fingers holding a bow as he aimed at his target, a deer scampering through the woods, as if frantic and distressed. Its brown hair glistened in the rays of the sun and dark eyes stared back at Cassius before it ran again behind the treeline, frightened by the soft crunch of his boot against fresh snow. Cassius always found deer beautiful. The way their soft fur felt against his fingertips, the innocence that took residence in their wide eyes and how fragile they truly were despite themselves. His mother had once told him that to be a deer was to be blessed with blissful thoughts of peace and hold a trust in the world that caused the nectar of the gods to flow through your veins, filling your blood with a warmth and compassion that settled deep into your soul and so your actions. His mother had been a deer - he was sure of it. A woman of natural and effortless grace that captured the attention of every soul when she had entered the room. However, just as easily as she had captured people’s admiration, she had captured death’s as well. It was the day of the funeral, hi father had told him that his mother was wrong - to be a deer was to be weak, easy prey for the strong to tear away at you and leave you for dead and being a deer had killed his mother.
”It is better to have a heart of iron than a heart of gold, my son.”
It was the heavy hand of his father that had snapped Cassius out of his memories of his past, the older man’s grip tightening on his son’s shoulder as a reminder of what exactly they came out here to do. Shivers ran down the young lord’s spine as he dared peek a glance at his father only to be connect his gaze with frigid blue eyes and a clenched jaw that spoke and whispered warnings of what would happen if his son were to disappoint him - a phantom pain shot through Cassius’ wrist. His lips parted slightly, lungs feeling with cold crisp air and he drew the string back more, the wood of the bow tightening and bending even more as Cassius steeled his nerves and focused his mind onto making his aim true.
A garbled wail echoed travelled through the woods as the arrow found its mark, fresh crimson soaking into the snow, tarnishing its pristine white colour. The tension escaped Cassius’ body and his fingers combed through thick curls. Dropping the bow on the ground, his legs carried him towards his fallen prey that thrashed on the ground, writhing in agony. Cassius ignored the pain that shot through his knees as he kneeled down on the thick snow. Curious green eyes washed over the deer, fingers reaching forward and brushing against brown hair. Watery dark eyes stared back at him, wide with fear and Cassius could feel the chaotic beat of the deer’s heart under the palm of his hand and he could only imagine the agony that it experienced.
Warm thick blood dripped from the wound, flowing like an endless stream and coating the pale skin of Cassius’ hand when he pulled out the arrow. A thought washed over him as his fingers pressed against the hole in the animal’s side, a hint of fascination in his gaze as he watched more blood seep out due to the provocation, the metallic scent heady and intoxicating. How long would it take for the deer to bleed out? He didn’t know. But his curiosity ate at him, wondering just how much the pool of crimson would spread against the white snow - just how much the white powder could possibly soak up.
“Stop getting distracted and put it out of its misery.”
In the short amount of time, Cassius had forgotten his father was there, head turning and tilting up to look at the man. His teeth bit down on his bottom lip as his fingers curled around the hilt of the dagger his father had handed him, the sharp jagged silver of the blade glinted menacingly in the sunlight of the waking morning. Turning towards the deer again, he pressed the blade just against the stomach of the creature, a thin line of blood appearing before his eyes. A bloodied and cold hand gripped around his wrist yet Cassius only hummed ignored it, using his free hand to pry desperate fingers away. He ignored it all, a soft hum of a lullaby flowing from his lips and a content smile forming on his lips as the knife sank into supple skin, tearing through flesh and muscle in a slow motion. Like a reward, a new stream of blood erupted from the wound as he pulled the knife out only to sink it and almost like a song, pleaded cries of mercy echoed throughout the woods, labored and torturous breathing adding to the symphony of a slowing heartbeat and the slick sound of Cassius’ knife finding yet another target. It was only when the fingers that had latched onto his silk shirt loosened their grip and the light of the once sparkling brown eyes flickered and died did Cassius stop, wiping the blood on the blade off on the dress of the girl that had now lay lifeless on the ground, mutilated and lying in a pond of her own darkening blood.
Cassius had hunted his first deer.
LUKA AURUM ────────────────────────────
18 + prince of rasavasda
THE ORACLE ( wielder of light )
His eyes burned.
Luka let out a heaving cough, body twisting slightly as he groaned. Every muscle in his body felt like lead and breathing took energy out of him that he didn’t seem to have. He still tried though, reflexively inhaling as his body fought to thrive and his heartbeat against his chest, each erratic flutter causing his nerves to erupt with pain. Luka coughed yet again, feeling a warm liquid spill out of his mouth and the heavy metallic taste of blood invaded his senses.
Darkness. That’s what welcomed him when weighted eyelids peeled open - an expanse of never-ending darkness. There was no light, no shapes, no colour. There was nothing occupying the vast ocean of black that blanketed his sight as if it were a void that had swallowed up the world around him. Bruised fingers lifted up from the bed abruptly and the clang of chains dragging against the floor caused his pounding head to ache anymore. The cold biting metal of a shackle around his wrist alerted the young prince and his lips parted slightly, lungs taking in a supply of air preparing to scream out. However, his futile attempts of finding someone was pointless as there seemed to be a being in the room with him, announcing their presence with a slap to Luka’s face that made his ears ring and cheek to burn from the force.
“Luka, my son.”
Since Luka was a child, he had a prevailing fear of the dark. Darkness brought with it so many unknowns, so many secrets and monstrosities lurking and hiding in the shadows, just biding their time before they took him and ate away at the light of his soul little by little until nothing was left but a shell of his former shelf. It was ironic in a way that was a tragedy because all the boy had ever known was darkness. He was a stillborn baby that had entered this world as the first rays of sunlight had peeked from behind the clouds. There was not a drop of life in his infant body - no crying, no movement, no soft inhales and exhales as he breathed air in for the first time. There had been nothing until there was something. The head priest had dropped to his news, holding a squirming Luka before even his own mother could, cradling him as he proclaimed that the gods himself had touched his soul and held it in the palms of their hands - the blessed child who had the breath of the gods breathed inside of him, bringing life to his once still body. But as Lucien had grown older and stronger, aging with a beauty that rivaled, his eyes, pale green and ethereal as they looked, remained the eyes of a human who had felt the warm embrace of death as he could see nothing except for the darkness he had feared and right now one of the monstrosities spoke to him beyond the veil of black.
Another slap.
His mouth filled with crimson as his tooth accidentally cut his lip and he spat it out, head lulling to the side and body curling in on itself on the cold floor. He didn’t know where he was or what time of day it was. Memories of what had led up to this moment eluded him, another blackout joining the counts of so many before it. All Luka knew is that every time he clawed his way back to consciousness his eyes throbbed and voices whispered at him from all directions, rattling his skull and causing his very bones to vibrate.
“Be a good boy and go back to sleep for me.”
Luka opened his mouth to protest but a heavy force knocked him over and his throat tightened as if someone was choking him. His hands flailed out to claw at his assailant but there was no one there - just air. Luka gasped as he fought to stay conscious and his own fingernails bit into the skin of his neck as if trying to pry at the crushing force that blocked his airways. However, his grip on consciousness loosened quickly, eyelids fluttering as he choked, labored breaths becoming more and more quiet and his frantic heartbeat slowing down. Each one of his four senses seemed to dim as he slowly slipped away from reality, head hitting against the stone floor and the restraining force on his neck lifting away as soon as he passed out.
Only in his sleep did he actually dream and only in his dreams did the cosmos open before him and the future became known.
The eyes of Apollo and the curse of Hades.
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PERSONAL INFO STATS
NAME mae alexei FC kiko mizuhara
AGE twenty-two HEIGHT 5 ft. 6 in.
DISTRICT valetta HAIR black
OCCUPATION medical student EYES dark brown
CASTE two ORIGIN caste four
STATUS matched
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for someone as fiercely independent as mae alexei, applying to the matching program went against every bone in her body - every single bone. this was the girl that fought tooth and nail to excel in every part of her life. she was a perfectionist with a blinding ambition that either impressed people or annoyed the hell out of them. to her, the sky was never the limit. so to live in a society where she was told that she could only pursue a job based on her social standing when she had the knowledge and drive to aim higher? it didn’t sit well with her. however, mae knew that despite her skepticism towards the system of castille, if she wanted to achieve her goals then she would have to suck it up and deal with it - and that’s exactly what she did. So the matching program was never about “finding her true love”. it was about fulfilling her desire to be more than a sushi restaurant owner’s daughternot that she didn’t love her father. mae swallowed her pride, put on a dress and registered for the match trials, determined to do well and rise up in the rank of castes. and just as expected of her, she and her partner did well. a year has passed and mae is now in medical school, successfullyand reluctantlymatched and making the most out of the resources she now has.
of course, she has no idea how to handle the fact that she legally and willingly signed up to match with a person she barely knows just to sate her ambition. basically she sold her soul to castille. so much for being independent.
"dr. alexei has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
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PERSONAL INFO STATS
NAME elijah kaldor FC maxence danet-fauvel
AGE twenty-three HEIGHT 6 ft. 1 in.
DISTRICT taxim HAIR light brown
OCCUPATION detective EYES blue
CASTE three ORIGIN caste four
STATUS matched
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maybe the high chance of self-destruction was a genetic trait that ran in his family. everyday elijah thought that and everyday he tried to convince himself that it wasn’t true - that he was just being paranoid (that runs in the family too). but he tries to not let that get in the way of his job and his marriage but the only way to do that was to pretend that every little detail of his life in caste four didn’t exist. he pretended that his childhood wasn’t filled with memories of his parents’ explosive divorce, his bipolar mother screaming at him for the simple act of existing and then the next saying she wouldn’t know what to do if he left. but he had to leave in order to breathe - so he applied for the matching program and left. but it wasn’t only his mother he left behind...he also left behind his sister, the one person that he cared about. she didn’t deserve that - they both didn’t deserve the cards life dealt out to them. so what was love to him? love was an escape - an escape he didn’t think he was even worthy of. the pursuit of happiness felt like something he wasn’t even allowed to think about. but he’s trying not run. he’s trying not to be paranoid. he’s trying not to self-destruct. because when a bomb goes off, there’s always multiple casualties.
"i tried, okay? i tried."
MAE ALEXEI @maebesomeday
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vintage nights ❥
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PERSONAL INFO STATS
NAME roman valois FC lucky blue smith
AGE twenty-one HEIGHT 6 ft. 3 in.
DISTRICT solo HAIR dirty blonde
OCCUPATION student EYES blue
CASTE one ORIGIN founding family
STATUS unmatched
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it’s safe to say that roman was born with a golden spoon in his mouth - or a iridium spoon as the system likes to call it. however, with that great privilege comes great responsibility and roman wants all the privilege minus the burden of his family. ever since he was a kid, roman never had any inclination to worry about anyone but himself and if you didn’t have something that he could benefit from, he wouldn’t spare you a second glance. so the matching system? he sees it as something that gets in the way of the life he always had. living in solo has been all that he has known. and maybe his immense self-confidence and lack of sympathy for people he doesn’t know will come back to bite him one day but roman isn’t dumb enough to believe that the match system isn’t anything but a way for the rich and powerful to stay rich and powerful. but is he complaining about that aspect? no. love is nothing more than a pipe dream to him so who cares?
"don't kiss and tell"
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NAME gabriel deluca FC benjamin wadsworth
AGE twenty-one HEIGHT 5 ft. 11 in.
DISTRICT bastille HAIR dark brown
OCCUPATION hacker EYES dark brown
CASTE six ORIGIN caste one
STATUS unmatched
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based on the laws of castille, gabriel deluca was never supposed to exist.
this was a fact he was reminded of every day. you’re everything that castille fights against, deluca. however, gabriel wasn’t exactly sure when that became so. maybe it was from the moment he was born - the secret love child between two separately matched people. maybe it was when doctors held him down in the psych ward of the hospital and pumped him full with sedatives because being in caste one and mentally unstable was simply unheard of. or maybe it was when he removed his own barcode and used the chip to hack into the system with nothing more than a laptop from the last century. from the moment he drew his first breath in this world, gabriel was an error in the meticulously layered structure of castille and it soon came to a point where he couldn’t exactly exist. an eighteen-year-old had gotten under the skins of many of the country’s leaders and did the impossible - he compromised avalon. if you asked gabriel why he did it, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. if you asked him how he could have possibly fucked up his life and became an invalid before it could truly even begin, he’d laugh and tell you that it was all on a whim - a bit of fun.
to the government, gabriel was like a tumor - neither malignant or benign. he is indeed an enemy of the state but he’s also an asset because apparently doing the impossible makes him valuable if they want to figure out how he did it exactly - and how to stop anyone from doing it again. but how can they possibly control him? give him a new barcode, register him in the matching program and hope that everything doesn’t burst into flames. it’s a work in progress.
"so now you want to acknowledge me? fuck that."
LUCA MOREAU
twenty-two
caste two
matched
luca moreau was never a person to crave an epic love. what he craved was reality - something that was undeniably raw. as a man who grew up being told stories of the old from a historian for a father, luca knew that nothing was simply black and white. he knew that there was some underlying tragedy waiting around the corner that would lay waste to absolutely everything just like all those years ago. he knew that love wasn’t as conclusive as it sounded and he knew that the matching system wasn’t the perfection that society yearned for. but he still held that small smidge of persistent hope that he would somehow become unscathed and his life wouldn’t end up like one of the tragedies he so often wrote up about. so far, luck has been on his side and he ended up moving from the subpar district of hama to the more luxurious and opportunistic community of valetta. in only a year, he has made his trademark on the literary community of castille, his books became bestsellers within and beyond the borders of the country. and he’s married - so contently married. but even if luca is letting that whisper of hopefulness win at the moment, there is that feeling that there is a tsunami over the horizon that he would have been far out of range of the crashing waves if he had just ignored it from the getgo. there really is no such thing as a cut-and-dry happy ending. that only happens in fiction and his life was anything but that.
JUDE ARGENT
twenty-two
caste one
unmatched
jude argent isn’t perfect. he isn’t eternally happy and he isn’t blissfully unaware of the tragedies around him. what he is though is human - so painfully human. jude is a human being who wears his heart on his sleeve that bleed for the ones he cherished and he never had a reason to regret it. maybe that’s why he once believed in love and held it in high regard. but things changed and jude had a reason to regret being so trusting of the people around him. jude argent isn’t immune. he isn’t happy and he isn’t the person he was before. but he still smiles because that’s what is expected of him and that’s what he wants for himself - a reason to smile. he wants to turn over a new leaf and block out everything that once made him lose that steadfast certainty in himself. it felt much better than sulking over something he didn’t even deserve. maybe it was his fault really for choosing to believe in something as arbitrary and metaphorical as love because what really was love nowadays? just a coded algorithm in a system. it didn’t hold depth and it didn’t have a meaning and he didn’t have the energy to try and put a meaning to it. but what he could do is think about himself for once and figure out just who he is before he changes into someone he never wanted to be.
"to thine own self be true"
RAFAEL MEDINA
"all that glitters is not gold"
caste three twenty-three pansexualmatched
rafael always felt like he had to prove - not only to everyone around him but also himself. he had to prove that he wouldn’t turn out like his father, a genius scientist of his time who let money and fame get to his head and ended up getting cast out as an invalid. he had to prove to his mother that he wasn’t going to squander his life like his brother, who instead of stability chose drugs and overdosed on the very thing that was the foundation of their family’s legacy. he had to prove to everyone that he had what it took to rise in the world the proper way, without shortcuts or favours that tainted his work with corruption. and he did all that and more. he proved that the easy way out wasn’t the only way, that being the nice guy wasn’t a death sentence when it came to pursuing one’s ambitions. but life took no prisoners and rafael found that out both unexpectedly and drastically and he soon had to prove to himself that he could overcome grief, swallow it down and turn into something else, something positive - not for himself but for the sake daughter because he doesn’t want her to go through that cycle. he doesn’t want her to inherit his legacy of hardship. he doesn’t want her to experience the exhaustion of fighting for what she wanted just because of rumours and misplaced doubts. she doesn’t need to find out why the medina family is known as the grim reapers - angels of death who lived on the backbone of lost minds. rafael wants to break out mold more than he wants the courtesy to live another day. but still he must live and face the fact that fairness is something that never truly existed.
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twenty-one + cismale + pansexual + caste one (matched) P A R K
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21 + cismale + demisexual + invalid R O S S Ievery human being has an innate desire for freedom - no matter how small. however, when you live a life confined in a ring for as long as enzo had, never allowed to stop until his opponent was on the ground, there’s barely any human left. all that mattered was the need to be victorious, to be the one left standing even if it meant utterly destroying your opponent. a life like that was lonely but enzo didn’t have anything to compare it to for a long time. in a messed up way, maybe such a life suited him because no one had to teach him to know how to manipulate and scheme his way to victory. it all came to him naturally and that’s what made him dangerous, a stained soul mixed behind a blinding charisma and silver tongue, unassuming and unknowingly lethal. enzo never liked getting attached to those around him. that was a naivety that only existed beyond the slums of bastille because the world he lived in was run off of survival of the fittest, where every single person was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. no one was truly alone in some regards - everyone needed something from someone in order to survive. however, enzo had long since grown tired of paperthin trust so he decided he’d rather watch the world burn around him even if he got burned in the process. and maybe that was an unhealthy way of thinking - surely there was another way of going about things? no. in bastille, everyone had an expiry date looming over their heads but enzo knew how to play the game in a way that made sure he lived just longer even if it was for a few fleeting seconds because despite not knowing what pain felt like, enzo wasn’t stupid to be unaware that a peaceful ending didn’t exist in the forgotten streets of bastille.
INCIDENT WITNESS STATEMENT FORM
Statement Date: 06/20/2020
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Statement Date: 06/20/2020
DETAILS OF WITNESSIncident Date: 06/18/2020
Name: Orion Santi
Address: 2686 Knox St NE
City: Atlanta
Home Phone: (404) 383 - 6297STATEMENT:
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You do solemnly swear that the evidence you shall give in this matter shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and may be presented to a magistrate or a judge in lieu of your sworn testimony at a preliminary examination. Any false statement you make that you do not believe to be true may subject you to criminal punishment as a class "A" demeanor.
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SIGNATURE:DATE: 06/20/2020 TIME: 4:57 PM
WITNESS:DATE: 06/20/2020 TIME: 4:57 PM
