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Ophelia knew that the last Ten years had been some of the best of her life, sure things hadn't always been easy. Rebuilding her life after the accident had been one of the toughest things she ever had to do. Having your original career end at the age of twenty-five. However, it was through the accident that she and Hunter finally had to confront their feelings. The whole fake marriage thing had been how Hunter had gotten into the hospital to see her, to mumble apologies that never truly felt like they sat right. The air was heavy in the wake of it.  That was the age of twenty-three,  It had taken them till the age of Twenty-Five to address how they felt. to finally get their sh*t together and admit what everyone else always knew, to admit the love that had blossomed between them was very real and very true.Now every relationship had its ups and downs, that was part of a healthy relationship, part of a natural way of life, no couple was safe from a few heated exchanges now and then. And well Hunter and Ophelia, had issues both together and separately that they had to work through. Therapy had worked wonders, Ophelia's addiction to pain pills was addressed and she'd been sober from those for eight years now, it had taken a lot for her to get clean. As was the alcohol addiction and dependency that Hunter had. They were both addicts, they would always be addicts. But they were clean, they were living a healthy life, and they were doing good. This was the kind of life that Ophelia never thought would happen to her.Hunter's family had always been her family too, from when they met at the age of five, Hunter and Ophelia had been close, the best of friends, and well, when Ophelia's family issues started she found a haven within the walls of Hunter's home. She found love she found support, she found a home. They took her to competitions when her parents couldn't give her somewhere to send her mail as she strove to break away from her birth parents. She vowed even then, that she would never be the kind of mother that hers was, she wouldn't sell her child to the highest bidder. She was going to be the best mother  And so far Hunter had told her she was the best. That was something else, after her addiction and abuse she never thought she'd be able to have children, but, she and Hunter, well they had their miracle little girl. She was only a few months old but they were a family.Their home was small but it was filled with memories and photos of their many, many years as partners on the ice. Photos spanning over three decades, Their meddles were safe and stored away now, the photo that took pride of place was the one of their wedding day, a small intimate affair, Ophelia's red hair sat in loose waves, her makeup -subtle in a gown that flattered her figure. Hunter's father had walked her down the aisle to him, a way of saying she'd always been family, that they accepted her and her flaws, much like they loved their son despite his. Families weren't always blood, sometimes, they were just the ones who picked you back up when you fell.Next to their wedding photo, was the newest photo of them, as a four, Ophelia was settled into Hunter's side, he was cradling their little girl Lorelai, and across Ophelai's lap was their golden retriever their first baby Chance, he had been a great help, getting them both out the house during times when anxiety was high, sat with them as a grounding presence when the world felt like it was crumbling in on itself. Grounding presence and mischief maker he had truly prepared them for life as a parent, handling a pup who was always active helped a lot. It also helped them heal, and mend the gashes of their relationship.Getting used to sleepless nights was one thing but dealing with trying to function and still manage their lives outside the house was proving almost too much of an ask right now.  They'd spent the day doing photos for their family, making sure they had ones of when Lorelai was little not wanting to miss out on any milestones. Ophelia was running on empty, she knew Hunter was too but they wouldn't trade this life for another, they had chosen this, chosen each other. To the outside world, they may look like just another normal couple. But the outside world had no idea how much had gone into them being together. How much they had to work past to be able to love each other like they deserved.Standing at the sink Ophelia felt Hunter's arms wrap around her from behind, a soft kiss pressed to her cheek as he swayed with her, in the background the radio was playing softly. This just felt right. She leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek in return, and settled into the momentum of the sway, a soft sigh passing her lips as she dried her hands off after doing the dishes, shaking her head slightly "You know I almost gave up on us ever being a thing."  They often talked about how lucky they were to find their way back to each other, but it was more than that. Ophelia had always thought that she was just a friend. And well, she had given up ever thinking they'd move past the whole saying I love you so casually. Because they did as friends say.  Hunter shook his head and chuckled "Oh so I'm lucky we're even here with this life huh?" The song on the radio shifted to playing all about you, A song they both loved, because they now often danced around the kitchen together, no longer dancing on the ice, their movements were as in time as they ever were. A perfect partnership.  Hunter wrapped his arms around Ophelia and brought her close, singing along to the song, and well Ophelia's heart could have burst at that moment. If you'd told Fifteen-year-old Ophelia who was terrified of love that she'd fall in love with her best friend and have a family with him, she would have thought you were joking. But here they were, madly in love married, and with a family neither of them thought possible."I love you Hunter Michael West, I always will love you, my perfect partner on and off the ice,"  Ophelia spoke softly, her one hand resting on his heart, the other stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, he'd grown it out since they had their daughter and she loved this length on him, He was really turning into being the perfect Girl Dad."I love you more Ophelia Grace West" Hunter pressed a soft kiss to her lips and then brought her hand up to his and kissed her knuckles close to where her wedding ring sat, still not able to believe she'd said yes, and then I do to marry.  "I will love you for all of time, you were always the one I didn't see until it was almost too late, I will always protect you, and keep you safe as you need. You....our family, this life, it's better than anything I could ever have dreamed of. YOU gave me a reason to pick up the broken parts, and slowly fix them. You deserve the world."Life in the future might not always be bright but the is one thing that is for certain, Ophelia and Hunter's love and connection only grow stronger, and they build a family that is full of love and support. They learn to deal with the demons that are always after them and they channel their passions into helping each other when the storms strike. No one not even them truly understands the depths of their love, but the is one thing they do know, that their love was destined to be, and that fate and the stars aligned so that their love could be sealed. 

Homecoming Disaster mention: Elena, Damon and Stephanie Lionheart /1606290 He looked at his reflection in a mirror. Jeremy Gilbert was often one to spend time out on the road fighting monsters. It was really his bag basically since he was one of The Five. Occasionally he did come in off the road to spend time with his sister Elena and their family. Elena and Damon kept his bedroom for him so he could have a homebase. They didn't have to, but they did. It was nice to have a sanctuary. He was very grateful to his sister for keeping this place for him. He still couldn't swallow that Damon Salvatore was his brother-in-law but he made Elena happy even if he was a d*ck. He finished tying his tie before he made some old man grumpy noises. He was going to be a chaperone for the Homecoming Dance at the Salvatore School.I'd rather be fighting monsters He grabbed his keys and climbed into his truck. It wouldn't take too long for him to get there. He also made the promise to his niece that he'd be the cool uncle at the dance and not embarrass her too much. Going to this dance was hopefully not going to be a yawnfest. He had to behave for the most part seeing that he was a chaperone. Who would have ever imagined that Jeremy Gilbert would ever be a responsible adult? There were plenty of times when he wasn't sure he'd even live to see such a thing.He arrived promptly and entered the dance. Jeremy smiled and nodded, spreading a few hi's here and there. He was going to head toward the refreshments when he suddenly stopped. A cold chill grasped his spine. His stomach started churning. This was what usually happened when he was close to a monster. Oh he knew that there were monsters in one sense because all the students weren't exactly human. This was something different however. This was evil.He could feel his muscles tense beneath the suit he wore. Chocolate hues darted around the room. He was a hunter. The hunt was on in every sense of the word. He thought that on coming home he could recharge. This was Mystic Falls. He knew a mage in Sunnydale California that told him that Mystic Falls was positioned over a Hellmouth. That explained a lot in Jeremy's mind. Maybe someday he could convince Mr. Giles to visit Mystic Falls. If the monsters would just chill for a moment, that would be great. Jeremy knew that was wishful thinking. There was a reason he carried a certain plastic bag in his pockets at all times.Jeremy finally had a glass of punch in hand. The younger brother of Elena Salvatore used to be a punk that often caused trouble, especially after their parents died. Jeremy was hyper vigilant now. The old euphemism was true. There was no rest for the wicked. That was for certain. He was most definitely where he needed to be right now. He wasn't going to let any of these kids get hurt.Something would die tonight. He was more than ready to send it packing straight to hell himself.    None of us are gonna make it out of this town alive. credit: james kriet

Headcanon Felix and his family have been vampires for centuries and he is bored with it .and he tends to change his look as fast as he gets new clothes so one day he is one way . He is someone who wants to find his mate and stop playing games and playing with toys that break. He's very cold and insane .

Blah, blah. Self loathing. Blah, blah. Hunter's a f***ing perfectionist. CW: Weed, forms of self harm / bruising / self-hatred, etc. Enjoy.  The harsh screech of metal blades carving into the ice reverberated through the empty arena like a battle cry. Hunter propelled himself across the gleaming surface with powerful strides, his jaw clenched in intense determination.He was alone tonight - just the way he preferred it lately. No prying eyes, no distractions, nothing to disrupt Hunter from confronting his deepest demons through the only way he knew how: pouring every ounce of raw emotion into his skating. This ritual had become his sole obsession over the past several months, an attempt to absolve himself through sheer physical punishment and perfection of his craft. If he skated hard enough, long enough, honing every jump and spin into absolute precision, maybe - just maybe - he could outrun the guilt steadily devouring him from the inside. Hunter transitioned into his first jump sequence, launching himself into the air with a ferocious athleticism. His body arched and twisted in a dazzling spiral - quad lutz, triple axel, quad toe loop. Landed in textbook form, not even a wobble on the landings. A small, grim smile crept across his sweat-slicked face at sticking the immensely difficult combination. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. So he fed off that caged anguish bubbling within him, channeling those bruised emotions directly into his movements. The rage and self-loathing over what he had sacrificed with a single, careless mistake. The all-consuming shame of failing his closest friend when she needed him most. And the desperate, ravenous hunger to feel that all-consuming fire of competition again - to be the best no matter what it cost him. Because at his pinnacle, before the accident, Hunter had been utterly sublime. An ethereal force of physicality and artistic prowess on the ice, destined for the sort of immortal greatness reserved only for the sport's legends. He and Ophelia had been unstoppable, their incandescent partnership unlike anything the figure skating world had ever seen. Until Hunter's arrogance and obsession with perfection destroyed it all in one stupidly reckless instant. He shuddered at the memory of Ophelia's fragile body crumpled on that unforgiving ice, the way her anguished screams mingled with the clatter of breaking bones still replaying in Hunter's skull on an endless, torturous loop. A white-hot flash of anger knifed through him at his role in ripping away her dreams - perhaps their last opportunity at achieving immortality together on the biggest stage. The fury propelled him into a blistering step sequence, Hunter practically snarling through each intricate footwork pattern like a caged animal. Every slashing shoulder movement, dramatic twisting of his spine and carved edge radiated his inner turmoil for the world to witness, even if no other eyes were currently taking it in. This rink had become his own personal hell to marathon through, night after night. Pushing past physical limitations until his body was drenched in sweat and threatening to give out. The more he depleted himself, the better. Hunter deserved that rawness consuming every muscle, that beautiful brutality of skating greatness that risked destruction with any mistimed lapse in focus. In a sense, he was punishing himself the only way he could comprehend. Hunter refused to let any stint tonight feel unearned, because that's what had led him to those fateful moments where self-indulgent complacency made him cost that which mattered most. No, he would fight for every second of time on this ice, just as he should have been fighting alongside Ophelia with every fiber of their beings. So he kept skating through the ambient silence, interrupted only by the shredding of his blades and his own ragged breathing echoing back at him. Hunched over at one point in exhaustion, sweat cascading down Hunter's body. He blinked moisture from his eyes - from exertion or silent tears, even he couldn't tell anymore. Whichever they were, Hunter refused to yield, refused to acknowledge any weakness. When he finally straightened back upright, it was with the hollow, dead-eyed stare of somebody shutting down emotionally. Time for his final revolutions. Hunter tore across the ice, building up his speed and rotation for an audacious quad axel. A jump only the sport's ultra-elite dared even attempt, with the insane amount of spins required courting near-guaranteed disaster. But Hunter refused to settle for any less than impossibility tonight. As he coiled into the air, contorting his body with such serrated power and aggression, everything seemed to fall away in that fleeting eternity of flight. Just him, the cold stillness, and the void of solitude he had created around himself. A prison of his own making. But like all things, gravity inevitably reclaimed Hunter's mortal form, dragging him back down hard onto that unforgiving sheet of ice. Metal crunched against the surface with a violent shudder as Hunter tumbled and crashed through the final rotations - two, three, four...a wild lurch of his shoulder sending fresh shocks of pain radiating outward. Just as he somehow managed to deck the landing on one set of blades, an ankle twisted sickeningly beneath him on the other. He skidded to a tangled, messy halt and simply laid there on the ice, sucking in ragged gulps of air to combat the lava coursing through his body. Hunter stared up into the dimly lit rafters unblinkingly, giving no hint of being fazed by his brutal wipeout whatsoever. Just remaining numb and motionless like a discarded ragdoll. Only when his limbs started trembling uncontrollably from the sustained brutality did Hunter finally accept defeat for the evening. With a pained grunt, he dragged his battered body upright and limped off the ice, making sure to grab the small plastic baggie stashed in his gear bag on the way. Once inside the locker room, Hunter peeled off his sweat-soaked clothes, shivering slightly as the cool air washed over his overheated frame. A grimace twisted his features as his fingers traced the fresh scrapes and bruises already mottling his skin - reminders of his relentless pursuit of perfection. In the back of his foggy mind, Hunter knew he should probably seek medical attention for what was assuredly a sprained ankle or worse. But that was a voice drowned out by different needs, and a simpler kind of pain management. With his body on that precarious edge between numbness and agony, Hunter twisted off the plastic baggie to reveal his chosen remedy: a stash of premium weed and a lighter. Flicking the flame to life, he ignited the joint and eagerly suckled in that first precious lungful of smoke like a man half-drowned finally reaching air. The harsh vapors singed his throat in deliciously familiar fashion, already beginning to spread tendrils of psychoactive tranquility outward from Hunter's core. His eyes slid shut as he savored the initial lurching tide of delirious calm slowly unspooling his abused nerve endings. Some distant part of Hunter knew he was far past self-medicating at this point, and well into straight self-destruction. To keep chasing the same vicious cycles of physically punishing himself on the ice, only to smoke, drink, and numb it all away after. It was an insulated bubble of isolated torment that afforded neither growth nor redemption. But as Hunter took another greedy toke, his lungs savoring the sticky smoke unfurling within, he simply didn't give a f*** anymore. Not about his health, his dwindling self-worth, or even attempting to rebuild the shattered pieces of his former life. All those concerns were just static in the void clouding Hunter's mind as he surrendered fully to the lurid pull of intoxicated oblivion. The harsh realities would keep until morning, until he was forced to drag his wrecked body back onto the ice to start the whole cycle anew. For now, blissful nothing beckoned with sweet, seductive release to dull the gnawing ache inside. So Hunter inhaled deeply and fully embraced its stifling, suffocating caress.

Returning Home The season had ended as anything but joyful for Miss Penelope Featherington so by the time the carriage pulled up to her family’s house in the country. For months she spent time with a book in hand as she wandered through the beautiful gardens pretending to be enraptured by the words scrawled across the page. However, her mind was miles away back at Bridgerton house and all the ways she could have prevented the events that had unfolded.Penelope didn’t regret what she wrote for it saved her dear friend from certain peril by the Queen’s hand. Wondering out in the garden to hear what Colin Bridgerton thought of her was an entirely different situation.“Are you mad? I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington,” Colin had said the words in a way that read more as fact than pleasing the masses. Her heart clenched in a painful way as she thought of the words while they rang with the words or Lady Crane when she was planning to entrap him; he would never regard her in any other way than as he regards his sister. Penelope had cried so much during this off-season that she wasn’t sure if she had any tears left in her dark brown eyes. Her mother had scolded her several times for looking as if a beloved pet had passed on but as always the redhead ignored her mother’s squawkings until the attention was inevitably turned back to one of her sisters.Lady Featherington seemed preoccupied with trying to get one of her newly wedded sisters to grant her the privilege of being a grandmother; a title Penelope wasn’t ever sure she’d be in a hurry to accept. However, with all the fuss on securing an heir busying the house it left Penelope with plenty of time to think and heal from the past. This season was going to be different she was going to be sure of it.Even as they piled back in the carriage to return to Featherington House, Penelope kept her eyes out the window watching as the beautiful barren landscape slowly shifted into society. Her first issue of Whistledown was stashed safely in her bag unbeknownst to her family. She wanted to wait to send it to the printers until the first days of the season kicked off to make the issue jump from the page.The plants all around them were in full bloom setting off the beautiful clear blue sky with hues of purples and pinks. A smile raised the corners of Penelope’s lips as for a moment she allowed herself to believe nothing had changed. However, the moment her food stepped onto the hard concrete outside their home, she could feel the change. Eloise wasn’t there to greet her nor did she have the sudden urgency to go to her. No, this season would prove to be one of growth and realization Penelope just hoped that it didn’t take her only friend with it. created by creativian

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Trigger Warning for the content below.Hello everyone!You might be wondering what this is about. First off, let us assure you this is NOT a hatepage in the slightest. This is a group of people, an rp family, at their wits end.We don't really know how to start this because we don't make posts like these.But the best way we suppose is to just jump right into it.Starting December of last year someone made a profile of Sersi (as in Marvel's Sersi from Eternals)with the display name MESMER. And immediately began trying to pair with Dane.After that she deleted and we shrugged it off as some weirdo just trolling.But then it happened again and again and again, so many times.IT'S NOT STOPPED to the point it's become stalking, harrassment,bullying, and has even spread so much that we don't know exactly what to do.We need the community to see what we have been dealing with,and if anyone can help us identify them.WE NEED THIS NIGHTMARE TO STOP.We believe they are on our friends list and have a main suspect but we want to be 1,000% certain that it's them before collectively blocking that person.What you are about to see may be triggering to some so please view at your own discretion. There's context to character rape in one and the rest is the individual harassing of multiple people. Some of the people who went to speak to her have asked to remain anonymous and we are doing so to respect their privacy.  :: TRIGGER WARNING ::(( THIS IS THE MOST RECENT, AS OF TWO DAYS AGO. ))THERE IS PLENTY MORE WHERE THIS CAME FROM.THIS IS BARELY THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG.We unfortunately have much more, but this is enough to get the point across.If anyone can help us figure out who this is we would be eternally grateful to you. This should not be allowed in the community and it IS ILLEGAL to cyberstalk someone. It's considered a class C felony. Yes, it's a felony.If you're the one stalking us and you're reading it, please stop. We've asked you to do so several times over. Others have asked you on our behalf to stop. No means no. You cannot force someone to pair with you no matter what it is in the comics or movies.If you do not stop there will be legal actions taken.https://cyber.harvard.edu/vaw00/cyberstalking_laws.html Anyone who comes forth with any information will be kept anonymous.We appreciate any help given and value your privacy.Anyone that comes forward with any info,your identify and information will be kept confidential and private. 

B A S I C S Full Name: ➸ Ember Faye Aku Nickname(s)/Title(s): ➸ Em, faye Age: ➸ 21 Birthday: ➸ February 28th Gender: ➸ female(maybe she/they still experimenting) Sexuality: ➸ bi Species: ➸ human Ethnicity/Race: ➸ Caucasian Occupation: ➸ Singer/songwriter/actress A P P E A R A N C E Height: ➸ 5’10 Body Shape: ➸ she’s thin with a bit of curve Skin Tone: ➸ pale Hair Color: ➸ naturally blonde, but she dyes it whatever colour she wants Hair Length: ➸ doesn’t even pass her neck Eye Color: ➸ deep blue Freckles: ➸ all over her body Piercing(s): ➸ snake bites, septum, nose, industrial P E R S O N A L I T Y × Ember keeps to herself, often found writing or reading instead of interacting with others. × She is surprisingly humble, oftentimes declining any compliments and always donating to charities. × She hides a lot about herself from the media, scared that her mother may see something she doesn’t need to see. No matter how many new social media accounts Ember makes, her mother always finds it. M I S C Born from a celebrity mother, Ember lived in a life of luxury, but it wasn’t always a happy one. From a young age, she barely saw her mother, Arya Aku, and was cared for by a nanny. Arya really only kept Ember around to show her off, holding her for paparazzi and pictures before just handing her off again. Once she started to get older, her mother got the child an agent and landed her first acting job at the young age of six. She got little commercial gigs and soon got an audition for a popular children’s show. She worked her way up the ladder and soon stuck with a single entertainment company. As Ember grew older, Arya started to monitor the young girl’s calorie intake and weight. This caused the little actress to develop an eating disorder at just twelve years old. According to her mother, Ember needed to stay thin so she could get even more gigs. On top of all of this, the man directing her show, Mr David, started to act predatory towards her, often standing right behind the young woman and being a little handsy. Ember would try to tell people her director's behavior, but most just brushed it off as the kid being dramatic. The harassment from her director only got worse as she got older, soon turning into rape. By 13, Mr David had gotten the young girl pregnant and forced her to have an at home abortion that nearly killed her. All of these problems started to build up and build up with Ember having no way to let it all out, so to let out some of these emotions, Ember started to harm herself with cuts and burns. Once she finally got away from the director, Ember was sixteen and was starting to work on her music. She quickly got a record deal and was quickly rising in popularity. She would start going on tours at eighteen and would face even more sexual and physical harassment from older fans. Soon after the harassment, Ember’s self mutilating habits came back. She also developed an addiction to cigarettes during this time. After a few tours, she started to work in the horror/thriller film industry and once again became popular as a main character in a horror series.

B A S I C S Full Name: ➸ Jinx Layman Nickname(s)/Title(s): ➸ Lila(deadname) Age: ➸ 21 Birthday: ➸ October 17th Gender: ➸ female but goes by she/they Sexuality: ➸ pansexual Species: ➸ human Ethnicity/Race: ➸ Caucasian Occupation: ➸ bartender at her uncle's bar A P P E A R A N C E Height: ➸ 6' Weight: ➸ 250lbs Body Shape: ➸ curvy, a little chubby Skin Tone: ➸ pale Hair Color: ➸ black with the bangs dyed purple Hair Length: ➸ shoulder length Hair Thickness: ➸ decent thickness Hair Style: ➸ straight wolf cut Eye Color: ➸ purple Freckles: ➸ all over her body Piercing(s): ➸ industrial piercing, nipples, tongue, bellybutton, Three on each ear P E R S O N A L I T Y × She doesn't take anyone's sh*t. x She's outspoken, there's no way to shut them up about the problems in the world M I S C Ever since birth, it seemed like Jinx was well… jinxed. They were the younger and weaker twin between her and her brother Liam. She wasn’t fully developed and needed immediate hospitalization. As the two grew up, it became clear that Jinx was the least favorite, unwanted one. Probably because the shield reminded their mother, Sofia, of their supposed father’s brother, Jasper, the real father of the two kids. The twins were the result of an affair between Sofia and Jasper, which wouldn’t be allowed with Sofia being a hero and Jasper being a villain. As time went on, Jinx started to feel hatred towards Liam since they were perceived as the “female Liam” or as she got older “Liam but with pornstar tits”. Throughout secondary school, Liam’s friends would harass Jinx. One of them even had his way with Jinx, causing her to lose most respect for Liam since *he never tried to stop them*. Liam blamed Jinx for trying to ruin his friend’s reputation. Around 14, Jinx's parents, Ace and Sophia, decided they didn't want a disrespectful and terrible daughter anymore and kicked her out under the guise of her having weed. They lived on the streets for a few years. She was abused by other homeless people and criminals on the run, most of them using her for her body. She eventually was introduced to a pimp that went by the name Mizo. He found her stealing and told her that if she worked for him, he wouldn't report her, and she agreed. Jinx, by 15, became his top prostitute. While working for the pimp, she met Fatality(eventually Jinx's ex) and Havoc. They quickly became a great trio. Fatality was Mizo's weapon, curated to kill without being noticed. Havoc was Mizo's drug runner. During this time Jinx became an alcoholic and addicted to coke. She also committed little crimes. At one point, everything got to be too much for Jinx. All the sex work and abuse was getting to be too much. They would hurt themselves to deal with it at first but it stopped working. She found herself on the edge of a bridge, ready to jump and end it all. But Jasper found her and talked her down right before she jumped. He offered her a job and a place to live.

B A S I C S Full Name: ➸ Salem Connelly Nickname(s)/Title(s): ➸ Age: ➸ 16-21 Birthday: ➸ December 13th Gender: ➸ Female Sexuality: ➸ Lesbian Species: ➸ human Ethnicity/Race: ➸ Caucasian Occupation: ➸ student/fast food(if a minor) or college student/lounge singer(if adult) A P P E A R A N C E Height: ➸ 5'3" Weight: ➸ 125lbs Body Shape: ➸ slim with a bit of curve Skin Tone: ➸ pale Hair Color: ➸ black Hair Length: ➸ shoulder length Eye Color: ➸ blue Freckles: ➸ all over her body Piercing(s): ➸ none P E R S O N A L I T Y × Independent × Academic and nerdy × Sweet and a bit of a pushover M I S C Salem was born into a decent family. That was until her dad was laid off work and started to drink to pass the time. At first he'd have a few drinks during a football game or during dinner, but it was always enough to get him drunk. He was a pretty violent drunk and he was mad about his life. He didn't really want Salem, she was an accidental pregnancy. Over the years his abuse got worse and worse, Salem's mom was gone most of the time for work or to just completely avoid being home. Salem wasn't always abused, her dad took it out on his wife more. But eventually, when Salem was about nine, the abuse towards her grew more frequent. Eventually, when Salem turned 10, her mother got pregnant again. Another little girl named Willow. Salem never left Willow's side and when she was at school, she worried about the baby the whole time. She raised that poor baby and kept her safe from her father's abuse as the two got older. On Salem's 12th birthday, she had put Willow to sleep when she heard her parents fighting in the kitchen. She went to check on them and found her father waving around a knife, drunkenly trying to attack her mother. She jumped in and took the knife, getting hurt in the process. But her father was so damn determined to hurt Salem's mother that he went and got a gun from his gun cabinet and shot her right in front of Salem. He tried to shoot Salem too, only getting her in like the arm or something, nowhere fatale. From there, after Salem's dad was arrested, the two girls lived with their strict Catholic grandparents. Things were fine for a while, Salem was still raising Willow but she wasn't as worried about her while she was at school. Around 14 year old, Salem found out that she didn't like boys, but liked girls. She had a few relationships, but none of them lasted longer than a few months. When she turned 14, however, she had a relationship that got a little serious. The two were just innocently kissing, nothing more, and her grandma walked in. They were immediately kicked out and Salem had to find another home. She took Willow and left refusing to ever come back if they weren't going to love her for who she was.

B A S I C S Full Name: Kari Olsen Nickname(s)/Title(s): ➸ Princess Kari Age: ➸ 18 Birthday: ➸ December 20th Birthplace: ➸ Almora Kingdom Gender: ➸ female Sexuality: ➸ bi Species: ➸ pika hybrid Ethnicity/Race: ➸ White Occupation: ➸ princess, next in line to the throne A P P E A R A N C E Height: ➸ 4'11 Weight: ➸ 110lbs Body Shape: ➸ short. kinda has an hourglass figure Skin Tone: ➸ pale almost white as snow Skin Type: ➸ clear Hair Color: ➸ white Hair Length: ➸ just to the neck Hair Thickness: ➸ just right Hair Style: ➸ swooped over to the left, wavy hair Eye Color: ➸ right eye is Cerulean the left eye is red Freckles: ➸ only when she's in the sun for a long time Piercing(s): ➸ none P E R S O N A L I T Y × Kari is soft spoken and mostly to herself. She really only talks a lot around her brothers, but that doesn't mean she wont warm up to a person. x She is polite and loyal. It's how she was raised. She doesn't flaunt her royal status and she helps people stuck on the streets get a meal at least. × She can be distant at times. She tends to get caught up in reading or tending to the flowers in the garden. [IMG=5MV] M I S C She is the youngest of three kids. Because of that, she gets babied pretty often. Her mother hated hybrids. Whe. she saw that her daughter was one, she almost had her sent away. The oldest begged her not to, so instead she was forced to stay in her room. No one could know she wasn't human. While trapped in her room, her brothers and the servants took care of her until she was 7. Once she turned seven, she got a little more time alone. Her hobbies include pressing flowers, reading, and making lanterns.

#1: Not a hybrid but rather born from the depths of darkness, hence is the essence of his breed, Crusnik translates to “Monstrosity”!#2: The creature seems to express attraction towards both male and female beings.#3: A nocturnal creature. It is rare for him not to sleep all day.#4: Often chooses to eat fruit over vegetables. His favorite are strawberries.#5: Cars are foreign to him, he chooses motorcycles to ride instead, it's easier for him.#6: Prefers to hunt vampires and drink their blood to survive and sometimes he does this for pleasure.#7: He is as dangerous to immortals as much as he is attractive!#8: Has Bat type wings, sharp claws and vampire fangs making in a bit vampiric in nature.#9: Never provoke the Crusnik he will see it as a threat to his existence and attack with feircesome intensity.#10: Doesn't take too kindly to other hunters who want to kill him. Beware!