〚 to have a heartbeat 〛 ―― gallery

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rory edward oakley &&

some boys, such as this one, are moon boys; boys made of moonlight, star kisses and all the hidden cosmos. their souls are magic, their hearts larger than the darkness of the sky above, their eyes shine with a light that was meant to last in darkness, their hands ready to write sonnets about their romantic trances, their mouths ready to kiss all the bad away, their bodies shaking with the need to be a light to the world, their bones are far older than we can fathom, made of moon dust and a deep anxious thrum shoots through them. these boys aren't meant to be burned, they aren't meant to be hurt. they are sensitive and shy, but, with the help of a sun boy or girl, they can outshine that giant star in the sky. these boys were made for listening and playing music, made for crying over commercials, made for being kind even when no one else is, they were made to love; to love the world, to love one person for the rest of their days, to love strangers on the street that might just need a friendly smile or helping hand. these boys, especially ones with chocolate curls, deep green eyes, and white dimpled smiles, are the moon, and though they are only allowed to come out at night it is truly a shame - for they were meant to always be seen.

meet rory edward oakley, a boy full of stars.


― rory edward oakley was born in cheshire, england, though more specifically a small ceremonial town known as holmes chapel. halfway into his year 9, his family had to move to yorkshire, england, to a town called doncaster, due to his step-father's job. he was born to annalise charlotte oakley and ellis david kingston on the fourteenth of february, valentine's day. he has one sibling, a sister who is four years his senior named genevieve emma oakley (or gemma, as rory used to try and copy his mother when his sister was in trouble but he couldn't pronounce genevieve well so he put her first and middle name together, this her being dubbed gemma). his birth parents never married, and his dad left his mom when rory was two months old and they haven't heard from him since; which is why rory has his mother's maiden name as his last name. rory's mum ended up finding the true love of her life in thomas abernathy; they have been together seven years and though they've yet to actually get married, they've been engaged for three years.
― he usually just goes by his first name, rory, although those close to him will sometimes refer to him as "roe". one of his friends started calling him "bambi" because he's so clumsy and because of his doe eyes, but now people usually use it in a derogatory sense (though, some still use it out of fondness for the lad). he also is sometimes referred to as "curly". rory also thinks it's pretty cool that his initials are "r, e, o" because it's like r.e.o speedwagon (and yes, he tried to get his family to nickname him speedwagon; what a dork!).
― rory refuses to put a label on his sexuality, because to him it doesn't matter if he falls in love with a boy or if he falls in love with a girl; he just wants to be loved and to be able to love someone in return. love is love is love, and he loves it. (just so everyone knows, he will be falling in love with a boy; awww precious babes).
― soft little bean; rory is quite literally the sweetest boy alive - he is well-mannered and polite, maybe even overly so. and though kindness is a virtue, it can also be his weakness. his softness is abused and extorted, people take advantage of the nice kid who just wants friends. honestly, it's horrible how mean people can be towards him, all because he doesn't fight back. he's a pacifist towards himself, but he'd do almost anything to stand up for his friends - even jumping out of his comfort zone.
― want to hear a good joke? then don't ask this dork. rory absolutely loves to tell jokes, but they are super cringey; you'd have to really love him to find his jokes funny - like his mom doesn't even try to encourage them. to elaborate, let's talk about this one joke he made up:
"why did the baboon ask the giraffe why the long face?"
"because it thought it's neck was its face"
see what i mean? terrible joke. but hey, at least it got his cute dimples to show right?
― again, rory is such a dork. like at home, when he is absolutely free to be himself, he has a field day! he is constantly singing and dancing and running around hugging his parents and sister. honestly he is such a nuisance at home, but they all love him. he likes to bake for his family. he is also in his comfort zone and is able to be goofy when he is in his drama class and club at school; he can be as silly and dramatic as possible. it's great honestly, if only he was always confident in himself - surely he would take over the world!
― he is such an indie kid; he loves music, lives and breathes it honestly, and he is always writing songs, or playing his keyboard or guitar or ukulele, or just bopping to music. he loves all sorts of music and he loves finding new artists and bands to appreciate. key to his heart? show him your favorite song or artist and just let him know how much it means to you, or just introduce him to a band he's never heard of!
― his hobbies include; telling corny jokes (to him, they are amaizeing), theatre, singing and songwriting, making up goofy dance moves, juggling (he's actually really good), baking, going for random walks in nature, reading and helping others.
― tw / bullying rory has been bullied since his early days in school, but he isn't sure why. people have just always thought him to be weird, he was that quiet kid always listening to music or reading or writing, he was always nice and such a suck up to the teachers (not really, he's just polite) and people just didn't like him. it's a shame really, he's honestly the best. anyways, he was and is constantly bullied and because of this his self-confidence is at an all time low. really, the bullying took its peak when the kids witnessed him have a panic attack. he was diagnosed with anxiety and is on meds to keep it regulated, though sometimes he will still have the attacks (though usually it's due to the stress of being picked on more so than anything). his meds are also used to help fight his depression; sometimes he just gets really sad and just wants to stay home and sleep and ignore the world. can anyone blame him though? it's tough not having friends and being picked on for just being yourself.
― this version of rory is fourteen to sixteenish (usually fifteen).
― rory has two pets, a dog and a cat - both girls. his cat is an orange and white tabby named ziggy stardust [x]. she is very sweet and calm, she loves to cuddle and is a sleepy little baby - though, she is very demanding of attention. his dog is a samoyed named stevie, [x]. she is quite the character, very sassy for a dog and will follow rory around everywhere - always looking to play or go for walks or listen to rory sing.

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davin fionn gallagher && "dove"

there are lightning boys in this world, boys that shine so bright and strike you with their exuberant energy. they are like a shockwave into your chest, restarting your heart. their electric smiles make your heart throb, their glittery eyes make you want to believe in a goodness you never felt before. there are lightning boys in this world, boys that could be in the corner of a room all by themselves and they will still make you turn your head. they will come into this world, invading you and taking over your mind, so quick you won't be able to see them coming. and they will leave this earth with a bang, a sudden boom that leaves you empty, yet grateful that you got to meet these boys. lightning boys are made of charged energy, ready to rumble and tumble with this world. they are forever young, forever wild, and forever bright. they are sweet essences, boys that make you sit and wonder. their laugh is a gift to us all from zeus, don't take them for granted.


― davin fionn gallagher, known as "dove" because of how he introduced himself to his first friend in the states (his accent making it sound like dovin instead of davin), was born to eughan and moira gallagher. a lad born in ireland, dove grew up in the beautiful green countryside until he was 10, and by that time his sense of nationalism was forever engrained in his brain. he loves ireland, and he misses it everyday that he's in the states, a place he had to come to because of his father's job as a gold miner. his family, which included himself and his parents moved to seattle, washington and his father makes his trips to alaska for his job, sometimes dove goes with him.
― davin doesn't have many nicknames. he was given the name dove, but that's about it. he's called it so often that he feels like that has always been his name. he thinks pet names are cool, and he also loves calling people by their last names or variations of their names. if you want a nickname, he'll give you one!
― dove, if not anything else, is the sun, the sun and lightning. if he was a greek god, he would be apollo. he's the bright beacon, a pillar of joy and youth and vitality. he breathes and takes in your pain or your sadness, and he exhales it with his well-known cackle, breathing out a sense of wholeness to yourself. he is wholesome, true and good. his heart is gold, his eyes kind and his soul a bright, unwavering thing.
― he was raised in a loving home with two parents, no siblings and so much love in his heart he never knew where to put it all. he literally loves everyone, falls in love with strangers every day. he is polite and selfless, he'd give you the shirt off his back if it meant making you happy. he is kind and sweet, giving and giving and giving and never asking for anything in return.
― forever young. dove is full of life, he's got a youthful exuberance about him, like nothing could tear him down. he is resilient, he laughs in the face of fear - quite honestly, he laughs at everything. it's not even a laugh. it's a cackle. but it's so pure and genuine and loud and him.
― grew up crushing on everyone, gender didn't matter. if he thought you were cute, you were cute. and he thinks everyone is cute. he seriously just loves everyone. he's never actually had a boyfriend, but he's always been curious. his parents know that he is interested in both boys and girls and, and despite their religion, they support him no matter what. and he's grateful, because some people aren't so lucky.
― key traits: aspiring beam of light, he is compassionate, sweet, selfless and humble - he'd do anything for you, all you have to do is ask. he is an apollo child, his aesthetic being a halo of sun rays, an acoustic guitar, happy-folksy tunes, laughter that rings through bright open fields in the summer and an ever-present sense of happiness and brightness. he is flirty, brash and loud - but he makes it all so endearing.
― dreams of being a music teacher, he loves music so much and he just wants to help other kids express themselves through instruments, lyrics or singing.
― will write songs for you, he writes songs about strangers for goodness sake!

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theodosia serena perry && "teddy"

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― theodosia serena perry, otherwise known as teddy, was born on the eighteenth of january, making her a capricorn. she was born to theo aaron perry and andromeda serena perry. her birthplace is in a small county in new mexico, known as lincoln county, which is the closest region to Area 51, a highly classified remote detachment of Edwards Air Force Base.
― she goes by teddy usually, though some people will still call her theodosia. she just prefers her nickname over anything. when phineas and ferb came out, a lot of her friends tried calling her perry the platypus. she wasn't feeling it.
― age range is sixteen to twenty two (usually around 17/19)
― teddy has always been an odd character. she is extremely smart, both book and street, and she is cool, calculating and logical except when she isn't. she's the girl that wakes up in the mornings to read the paper and drink coffee in comfortable silence with her dad, but she is also the girl who will stay up to have a fun, groovy dance competition with her younger siblings and her mom. she is charming in a way that is intoxicating, and if she wanted to be she could be the most popular girl in school (and she is in her own way). she is popular, but she doesn't hang out with the popular crowd. she's a cheerleader, but only because she just loves doing it and likes school enough to have school spirit.
― teddy is a conspiracy theorist, and often times spends her time staying up late at night to early in the morning just finding evidence. she especially loves the idea of aliens and has attempted to break into area 51 more times than she could count. she longs to go check out chernobyl, like it is one of her many goals in life.
― teddy is logical about everything, and yet her mind is as vast as the ocean - open to concepts most people don't even fathom. she believes in magic and aliens, she believes in ghosts and demons. in fact, another thing she does besides investigate conspiracy theories, is investigate ghosts. any supposed haunted house within a day's drive has been frequented by her.
― teddy has the quickest comedic timing of anyone you have ever met. she's witty and sarcastic, she loves to tease and is quite playful. she likes making people laugh, it's part of her charm, and even though everyone's first impression of her is that she is cold and bitchy, they are always taken aback once they actually talk to her.
― she doesn't take shit. like she just won't have it. she doesn't tolerate bullying, speaks her mind and isn't afraid of a fight. she doesn't start fights, but she WILL finish them. she believes everyone deserves to be treated with kindness and equality and if you don't believe in that, then don't talk to her or anyone else because nobody needs that kind of negativity.
― she is one hundred percent the person that will get in her car at midnight to cruise down back roads and listen to music, especially if one of her bands comes out with a new album.
― gives really good advice  that her friends rarely ever take and "honestly, i should get paid for this you guys"
― badass, sexy ass bitch. like she is so stunning and bright, but she's also got this magnetic, mysterious aura about her and honestly, no one should be mysterious and warm/ how is that even fair? but she is!
― dreams of becoming an fbi agent, mainly because she just wants the truth and if she works for the bureau then she can find it out. or she will become an investigative journalist.

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dolores amelia addington && "Lola"

bubblegum girls


― dolores amelia addington, or lola, was born on march thirty-first, making her an aries. she was born in doncaster, england and was raised there until she was thirteen. her mother passed away, and her father had never been a part of her life, and she was shipped off to the states to live with her uncle in new york, who moved there because of his job as the ceo of some company, and because the girl he had met and fell in love with in a business meeting was living there. her mother's name was joanna, who had her when she was only seventeen, and the two were extremely close. lola was devastated to lose her mother, and she didn't have any other siblings so that didn't help. however, she does love her uncle william, along with her aunt melissa and their three seven year old triplets; jolene, hanna, and elena.
― her nicknames include lola, lolita, doll, and babydoll. her friend group, before she left england, had gotten into the phase where people called each other by their surname, so her nickname was addy for a little bit as well (and it kind of stuck when she first moved to america as well).
― age range is sixteen to twenty one, though normally on the younger side of this spectrum (so like sixteen to eighteen).
― she is a bubblegum bitch, all sweet and dreamy but with a sour kick to her. she is all smiles and butterfly lashes, but she also isn't afraid to be fierce and feminist. strongly believes in the phrase, "anything you can do, i can do better" and lives by it religiously. her mother taught her to be independent, raised her by telling her hurricanes were named after ladies for a reason, but also raised her to be a beacon of light for people, to always be sociable, well-mannered and, most importantly, humble.
― lola hasn't learned completely how to be humble. she is down-to-earth for the most part, until she isn't. she is competitive and sassy, and has this easygoing air of confidence that follows her every footstep. she's strong-willed and exuberant, people are naturally drawn to her and she knows it, and works it.
― loves making people confident in themselves, she loves watching people grow into themselves and she loves to help them do it. it's why she has such a keen interest in fashion and makeup, because she knows from experience that sometimes people need clothes and makeup to make them feel good about themselves; boys and girls alike. she is always down to give you a makeover, but one that is authentically you. she would never change someone, just bring out who they really are.
― she can be catty at times, and she's never one to back down from a fight, even starts them sometimes; she just has a lot of anger sometimes even if she tries to hide it. but she means well, she really does. and she may not be perfect, but she never claimed to be. it doesn't mean that just because she can be bitchy, doesn't mean she isn't nice or warm or loving. she is very much those things, but her independent streak makes it hard for her to balance these two sides of her out. but she is a babydoll, she is sweet and lovely it just gets drowned out sometimes.
― extremely popular in school, even after she moved halfway around the world. people are drawn to her, they love hanging out with her because she's always the life of a party. she's a good girl with a bad girl streak. she's a cheerleader, but she's down to hang out with band geeks or stoners. she is super cool, and boys and girls alike love her. well, some girls get jealous of her and they have their petty fights, but if it came down to it lola would always have a lady's back over a man. she is a feminist, and believes strongly in ladies supporting one another.
― she is a queen, she really is. she always tries to walk in kindness, tries to promote it. she falls short, everyone does, but she is an icon. every girl is a queen in her eyes, even if they piss her off.
― a fiery tempest of love, light and brilliant, strong storms.

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atlas xerxes kingston &&

hurricane boys


― atlas xerxes kingston was born into a well-to-do family, he never had to go without anything he wanted, if money could buy it then it was bought for him. but he never got what he needed; he was alone in a house far too large for a family of three, he didn't get tucked into bed at night, he didn't have someone to scare the monsters in his closet away, he didn't get hugs and kisses goodbye when he left for the bus, and he certainly has never understood the importance of family, because he doesn't really have one. his father, ken kingston, is a neurosurgeon, whose sole purpose is to research a cure for alzheimer's - funny thing, he seems to have forgotten he has a son, he needs that cure super fast. his mother, thena kingston, is a defense attorney, and an extremely good one at that - her defense on why she can't be at home more often is bulletproof.
― (trigger warning: death, depression) atlas, when he was seven, learned that his mother was pregnant, which was weird to him considering that she didn't have time for one kid, but he was filled with excitement anyway because he!! was!! having!! a!! sibling finally!! needless to say, atlas wanted a baby sister, he didn't know why but he just wanted a little girl that he could help take care of, he wanted to be that overprotective, overbearing, obnoxious big brother to a little girl. and he got his wish. on christmas eve he was granted with his favorite gift, a tiny baby sister named calypso (callie). and it could be said, in a strictly platonic and nonweird way, that atlas' first love was his baby sister. she was so beautiful and sweet and she always put a smile on his parents face, something he had never been able to do. he loved her, not only because she was the epitome of happiness, but because, as she got older and 7 years had passed, she had become his best friend. but that all came to a screeching halt. callie had started to seize one evening when atlas was watching her. she was rushed to the hospital where she was diagnosed with some incurable brain tumor, one that not even his dad could fix. the whole family had to watch her die, atlas never leaving her side, and with her death came the true and final death of the family. atlas was only fifteen and his whole world had been taken away from him. his friends didn't help to make him feel better, try as they might, and he just wanted to die. he still wants to die if he thinks about her too long. him and his friends got into partying, he was a wonderful host what with the big house and all. he tried anything to numb the pain. he even tried to kill himself, but one of his friends found him and saved him - bless her, she didn't know she had put him in more pain.
― atlas still, and never will be, over the death of his sister. he's seventeen (in most roleplays, though he can be up to twenty three to twenty six). he parties too much, is pretty much addicted to drugs, and on top of the stress of school, his depression and his family issues, he's trying not to let anyone know that he cannot, and will not, ever be in love with a girl. he finds boys far too pretty to marry a woman (though he thinks women walk on water).
― atlas has issues, he does he really does. he gets angry and he cries and cries until the sobs just fade into choked breathing. he screams into any void he can find (the woods, the ocean, his late night drives in his cars). he breaks things, gets into fights with people when he's drunk just because he wants to hurt. he constantly has bruised knuckles. he isn't mean to people, he just is bitter and, when people are drunk, they don't remember what they've done and they won't be mad at atlas for provoking them because they don't even remember laying a hand on him.
― atlas has always been a boy that feels too much, that knows too much, that has seen too much. he is smart, he is passionate, he knows how to make it seem like he doesn't feel a damn thing when he feels damn near everything. he's lost control, he's a broken boy, he used to have big, big plans but now he's only planning for his funeral.
― atlas, despite his obvious anger problems and self-destructive tendencies, he's still popular at his prep school. everyone loves him, because they remember that he used to be charming, loving, sweet, although sassy. they remember him being sociable and the class clown, hating to see someone sad. they remember him playing with his sister, passing on playing with his friends for his favorite girl instead. they remember who he truly is, not who he's become. and they miss that boy and they just want him back.

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helen sara howard &&

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― helen sara howard, born on june twenty fourth under the gemini-cancer cusp of magic. she was born with potions running through her veins and stars in her eyes, anything but ordinary. she is a very witchy girl (and in alternate universes she is, in fact, a witch).
― she is a cisgender female and identifies as such, though she doesn't really take gender too seriously. she/her or gender neutral pronouns are acceptable when addressing her. as for her sexuality, she has only had sexual feelings towards the opposite sex, making her heterosexual. however, she is biromantic, meaning that the feelings that count make her susceptible to falling for either same or opposite sex.
― she is normally perceived as a seventeen year old, though her age range can go from seventeen to twenty three.
― she rather enjoys her name, helen, though close friends enjoy nicknames more. therefore, she sometimes goes by ellie, or little hell if she's being a bitch (which is very rare).
― an odd girl, helen has always been different. she's eccentric and eclectic, she has a weird way of viewing the world. maybe weird isn't the right word? different. it's very different. she has never really been treated right, her family finds her obscure and scary at times and it's hard for her to make friends, and yet she greets the world with a smile and an intense amount of kindness every new day she is given.
― extremely smart, she is perceptive and clever; much like a cat. she can prove to be quite mischievous and, when around people she trusts and enjoys the company of, is extremely playful.
― born in louisiana, one would think her family would be accepting of the fact that she was different, that she was perceptive to a world that went deeper than the one they lived in and that she was intuitive to the fact that maybe people didn't always have the answers, that sometimes only the supernatural could explain things. but no, her family treated her, and still treats her as a pariah. using the catholic church as an escape route, they had helen exorcised when she was a child; trying to get the darkness out of her. when that didn't seem to work, the family moved away from new orleans, in hopes that being away from it all would help. it didn't.
― kind, compassionate, empathetic, intuitive, perceptive, honest, trustworthy, soft-spoken, angelic, innocent but corrupt, sweet, otherworldly, different, odd, eccentric, spontaneous, deep, shy at first, quiet, a thinker, a wonderer, a wanderer, adventurous, free spirited, calming, perplexed, psychotic, playful, mischievous, clever, intelligent, wise, sassy, loyal, friendly
― all that pain and misery and loneliness and it just made her kind

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anastasiya natalia valentine &&

you are the moon; alluring, intelligent, sexy, magnetic - you pull people in and for some reason they feel this overwhelming need to worship you. like you are this mystical, magical force that is going to save them. you are dark but you are light. you are a brewing storm; broken, intimidating, wild, yet steady and true for people know what to expect from a storm. you are a force of nature; tough, scrappy, resourceful. you are a kitten; playful, cute, clever, cuddly, warm, energetic, vibrant.


― hello heaven, your name's anastasiya diana valentine; but, you usually are referred to as ana. you are twenty one years old. you were born under a mid-summer moon, july twenty-first to be exact which makes you a cancer, a lunar babe. you were born a female, and identify as such. with that being said, you prefer feminine pronouns. you identify as bisexual heteromantic, but have a preference for male counterparts. your native language is english, although you also are somewhat fluent in russian. as for your profession, you belong to a part of the russian mafia that is located within the vegas strip and owns one of the more famous casinos there. you are one of their lady loves, someone who is a lover for the evening in order to distract and extract information.

― ana, you are sex in heels, an angel in blue jeans. you are nothing but curves and legs, standing there at 5'7 looking to the world through those butterfly lashed brown eyes so full of mystery.  you weigh in at around 120 lbs, giving you a healthy hourglass figure. your dark chocolate colored hair is naturally wavy, long and thick making its way down to the middle of your back.  you have a creamy skin tone, one that is easy to tan but lightens up during the winter.

― you were born in a lousy and broken family. your father abandoned you and your mom. you never knew him, it only implanted daddy issues in you - issues you don't even realize you have. your mother, well her issues showed externally; she became a hussy, bringing random men home just to fill the void, and she enjoyed gambling and drinking a tad too much. that was how you became first associated with the mafia, you practically grew up in that damn casino. and now you are a part of it.

― she's such a doll, a classic piece of eye candy; a lady in the streets + a freak in the sheets
― has daddy issues which makes her needy of a man's attention; but that doesn't mean she will take the abuse of a man
― extremely clever, she really likes to pull pranks and joke around with people
― enjoys reading, she loves to curl up with a good book and a comfy blanket and just get absorbed into another world; especially if someone is holding her
― can be clingy, especially of friends; scared of someone leaving her
― craves physical touch; loves kissing and hugging and holding hands - romance
― is that touchy-feely friend, will constantly hug you or kiss your cheek
― loves to go walking down the strip to see all the lights and everything
― loves to dance and is actually super good at it
― 10/10 the most loyal girl you know
― gets in these moods of hyperactivity where she just is bouncing around everywhere
― quick thinker and reactor, super good at coming up with plans
― surprisingly strong, like physically - she's a hella good fighter
― loves to listen to music and though she isn't tone deaf, she isn't the best singer
― really good with kids? she has never been around them much but little ones are naturally drawn to her
― so are animals, guess they can see her heart
― has a heart of gold, she just wants to love and be loved
― extremely giving, in every sense of the word
― loves food and is really good at cooking, she would rather cook something at home than go out to eat
― never watches television, like the last thing she watched was probably eight years ago and it was sponegbob so?
― loves to write, especially poetry
― shouldn't be underestimated
― deep conversationalist
― has some internal issues but she doesn't let them show and would never take them out on anyone
― has a dark mind and tries to cover it up with positivity (and with sex tbh)
― very feisty and it's sexy as hell
― like, you know her but you don't know her
― she is the best friend ever; listens to you and offers advice - would do anything for you

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sasi rhiannon slade &&


― witch with the power of descensum (au where she is persephone, or some other lover of hades; au where she is being haunted, or she is a ghost "hunter" who falls in love with a ghost - preferably in a mental institution or something)

― PECULIAR, DARK AND ECCENTRIC
sasi rhiannon slade has always been in touch with the darker walks of life. from a young age, she was submerged in death, even if she didn't know it yet, and that took its toll on her, albeit slowly. she isn't dark in the sense of evil, she just had a dark mind and tends to lean more towards dark colors and a darker way of thinking. she likes things like death and storms and blood, she loves darkness and finds it soothing. sasi is quite the odd witch at the academy, and upon first meeting her one would probably be a bit turned off, if only because of her dark clothing and intimidating approach to absolutely everything. sasi can be quite the strange one to someone who doesn't know her, to someone who doesn't see how truly special she is and how much she takes pride in the power she was given. sasi has accepted the fact that she is different, that she is, essentially, a witch of death and that not many people will find her appealing at first, maybe not at all. but she is okay with that, she likes her darkness along with the better parts of her.

― INTELLIGENT, SARCASTIC, AND CLEVER
when sasi first began to speak and show signs of her progressing from the newborn age, it was shown to her parents that she was to be a highly intelligent young girl. she has always been very bright, maybe not on the level of genius that some kids reach, but fairly high up there. she has always had a knack for history, possibly because history revolves around death more often than any other subject. but her favorite would have to be literature, because it is in literature in which stories revolving around death become romanticized and something so beautiful to sasi. before she learned of her power, she always saw death like normal people do, as sad and lonely and cold. but it could be so much more than that. it could be for love or to save someone's life, it could just very well be because your time on earth is done and its time to go back to where one came from. either way, both history and literature tug at her nerd heartstrings.

but not only is she smart, sasi is clever and sarcastic, meaning she's smart and she knows it (and uses it to her advantage). she isn't afraid to let people know when they are wrong and definitely is not afraid to run her mouth, seeming as she knows what she is talking about and isn't just mouthing off some random bullshit. sasi has a sharp tongue, she's blunt and brash, not bothering with sugar coating and making things easier on a person. if life was meant to easy, what was the point of living? if life was easy what beauty would there be in death? that is how she looks at things. her bright mind and sharp tongue make for the perfect combination of her becoming quite the clever young girl. she is sly and sneaky and is pretty well trained in getting out of sticky situations. if you have a problem, nine times out of ten sasi can figure a way out of it, much like a lawyer trying to find a loophole for their client.

― BACKGROUND: [trigger warning: talk of death, suicide, and the holocaust] in the beginning light of dawn, on the bitterly cold fifteenth of november, in heidelberg, germany a little blonde haired, blue eyed child was born. except she was born barely breathing, on the brink of death. her skin was a sickly grey in color from lack of oxygen and her lips a pale blue. the tiny baby girl could barely even cry out from the pain she was in. on the other hand, it was all her parents were doing. annaliese belinda slade wept to the doctors, pleading to her ancestors and to whatever god was out there to bring back her baby, chanting something her mother used to whisper to her whenever she was ill. erik aleksandr slade was holding on tight to his wife, his teary eyes buried in the hollow of her neck.

baby sasi rhiannon slade, was slowly dying and when her eyes closed and her heart stopped, the room got scary quiet, so quiet one could almost hear her heart's last beat. and then the sun's gentle rays peeked into the old hospital in which she had been born and those brilliant wide eyes opened right up, skin going back to a natural pale ivory. her breathing slowly began to start back up and the whole room began to hum back to life, her parents wiping away their tears and sniffling away the blues, her doctors buzzing around her trying to take care of her.

that was her first encounter of many with death. unbeknownst to her parents at the time, their little girl was special. death had greeted her that early morning to bestow upon her a power, the power of being able to talk and see the dead, of being able to travel the netherlands of the dead. as she grew up, sasi got over her near death experience from when she was first born. she began to grow up strong and healthy, becoming a bit of a wild spirit.

her first, technically second, encounter with the dead happened when she was four. she was in her room playing with her many stuffed animals when one of them started to move on its own. the little blue eyed girl frowned, confused as to what was going on. a voice whispered to her, play. she grinned and told the voice to show itself and she would. for a four year old she had always been smart, an eloquent speaker as well, and she was fearless. things that went bump in the night excited her, and so did this new voice. the voice ended up showing his self, a small little boy with a fair olive complexion, a shaved head, golden brown eyes and odd looking clothes with stripes on them.

the boy's name was abraham, that was what he told her. and she played with him every day, always telling her parents about him. they just passed it off as an imaginary friend, but later down the road she would learn differently. as she got older, she learned the rich history behind abraham and the whole sadness behind why he was still around and what had truly happened to him. sasi was troubled by the torment his spirit had gone too and was unsettled by the history of the place she was born. she was twelve years old and had seen dozens of the same sort of ghosts as abraham, heard their sad stories and had played and befriended them. but it was like she was stuck in the 1940's and couldn't get out of it, it felt like she was really there living World War II.

annaliese and erik didn't truly understand why she desperately wanted to move, why she begged them to travel to the states so she could meet the rest of her family. but they did it anyway since they both could find better work and pay there. they were already american citizens, they had been both been born on us army bases. so they packed up and moved, but not before sasi's grandma, the one on her mother's side, told her that she was special, that in due time she would know who she was and thinks would make sense.

eventually she did learn who she was, just one short year later. her family had moved to north carolina and sasi began to wonder if she really had once been seeing ghosts or if she had had a vivid imagination. she started to believe that she had powers, that her grandmother was right. so she constantly wrote her to learn more about her history, learning of pagan ancestors and spells. sasi wasn't sure what exactly she was, she just knew that there was something about her. she understood that witches were real, but didn't want to believe she was one herself. she didn't want to be different, even when she knew she was.

and then her father passed away. he had always had a weak heart and it had finally took him from her. sasi was thirteen and finally flourishing in north carolina, trying to rid herself of the ghosts she had once seen, hoping it was just a phase that other young kids had gone through. but once she saw her father again, after she had just seen him take his last breath in a hospital, she knew she really did have a power, she knew she was a witch. when she first saw her dad, she was frightened. at first she thought she had died, and he thought the same. but he learned the truth about his daughter and tried to help her through it the best way he could, being dead and all.

he stuck around for a month and in that time sasi kept her little secret all to herself. her mother was going through a rough time and didn't need to hear that from her, that much sasi knew. but when her dad told her he had to pass on, the little blonde girl flipped. she didn't want to lose him a second time, so she told her mom and begged her to believe her, begged her to tell her dad to stay with them. but annaliese just ignored her, thinking her daughter had finally lost it.

so sasi was forced to shut up about her "powers" or her mother threatened to send her away. sasi knew her mom loved her and knew she was just deeply saddened so she got quiet. instead, she did her own research. she became obsessed with death and lore about it, she became the weird kid at school that always wore black and different crystal necklaces and always carried a book around. she was constantly singing creepy rhymes about death and she just scared people. but all she was doing was trying to come to terms with herself, trying to figure out who she was. she could still be funny and bright, could still be the same mouthy, rebellious, wild child she had always been. but people just tried to stay away from her after a while.

sasi was on the edge of sixteen when she became an orphan. her mother had never been the same after her father died, she had just grown darker and constantly stayed cooped up in her room. the past couple months before she died she had been writing her mom and warmed up a little bit more to sasi, making sure she knew how much her mother loved her, how much she had always loved her. and now sasi knew why she was doing that, she was saying goodbye in her own way. and soon sasi was at another funeral, dressed in her usual black and crying as she sang the hymns she had become so obsessed with. she hoped to see her mother one last time but somehow she knew she wasn't coming back. her mother had said her last goodbye when she hung that rope. her life was finished, she didn't have anything left for her here.

the young girl thought she would be sent to social services, that she'd be sent to house after house for the last two years of her adolescence. but when she got back to the empty house, her aunt was waiting for her with a suitcase and a letter. she didn't say a word as she got sasi in the car and drove her to louisiana. the letter explained everything, it was from her grandmother. it didn't explain why her mom killed herself, but it explained that she had finally accepted the truth about her daughter and had made plans for her to stay with a coven in new orleans. sasi was being sent to robichaux academy, a safe haven for young witches. she didn't really understand much and was still recovering from the loss of her mother when she got to her new home. she was taken in by cordelia and zoey and queenie and shown what she truly was. she is now seventeen and thriving in the home now that she has discovered and found who, and what, she truly is.

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dakota ryan farley


&& goes by kota or kody most of the time; really close friends sometimes call him "far out" - don't know why, it just was said one time as a play on words with his last name and kind of stuck
&& born on february twenty fifth, making him a pisces sun with a gemini moon
&& age range: 17-23
&& dakota can be defined in two ways; he is either a sarcastic twat or the silliest bean - either way he will always make you smile
&& puppyâ„¢ - like no one can ever stay mad at him, he's too cute even when he shows his ass
&& makes friends so easily?? h o w !
&& thinks he's a comedian and has never not won the class clown superlative
&& a very likable dude; charismatic, sly and cheeky he just manages to worm his way into your heart without you even realizing it
&& is /like/ always protected? he doesn't even need it, people just feel the need to always have his back; probably because he always has yours
&& one of the most loyal friends you will ever have / cares so much for your well being
&& #nuglife; loves chicken nuggets and fries so much, it's his favorite meal ever, but if you are hungry he would give you every last one of his fries
&& super popular yet the most awkward human you will ever see; from his mannerisms to that little wrist movement he does when he's nervous
&& always tapping his fingers
&& likes to have random dance battles with himself
&& never runs, like ever (unless it's for a nugget) / runs from problems tho
&& way too romantic - such a cliche but it's cute
&& likes rainy days, he gets so excited when it rains
&& hates the beach, like he will not go
&& night drives are his favorite but he prefers to be passenger
&& did i mention he is the silliest person ever?
&& rarely ever gets angry but when he does it comes in short, loud outbursts that end in him making the funniest face
&& v impatient /like he doesn't get angry he just complains/
&& literally a genius and you wouldn't even know; so creative and clever but his grades don't show it
&& doesn't try hard in school, manages to get b's and doesn't even do his homework
&& no one ever knows when to take him seriously
&& gives the best advice then ends it with "but ya know idk man" so he isn't responsible for what you decide
&& imagine wise yoda but in the body is spongebob - that's kody
&& middle child, has two older sisters and two younger sisters - yeah he's the only boy in the family so his dad has (rephrase, had) high expectations for him. honestly, his family has accepted the fact that he will not be a pro baseball player and they are perfectly fine with it. they love him. except he annoys them like crazy. but, they love him. his mom is a sweet, soft hearted little thing who gets stressed so easy (she's a nurse at an older folk's home) and his dad is a strong, gentle yet firm man who is both scary and comforting (he's a police officer).

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pharoah celeste bhatti &&

there are heavenly boys, made of golden skies and warrior hearts.

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salem pierce cassidy &&

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