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Have you seen [TYLER ROGERS] around Faerune? They’re a [HUMAN] who [IS NEUTRAL ABOUT] the Unseelie Queen’s reign. People have heard they’re [CHARISMATIC, EMPATHETIC, CONFIDENT] but can also be [FORGETFUL, SIMPLEMINDED, IMMATURE]. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as a [MASCOT AT CHARLIE CHEDDAR’S].

Basics

Full Name: Tyler Dillan Rogers Aliases: Tyler, Ty Pronouns: he/him Height: 5′10″ Birthday: October 1, 1996 (26) Faceclaim: Tyler Posey

Chapter 1

Tyler had been born to a single mother in Des Moines, Iowa, where he was raised. Life had been particularly normal for him, having average grades in school, going to church on Easter and Christmas, hanging out with friends and having a small, close-knit group of friends. The group had been out in a corn field just outside of the city to celebrate high school graduation when Tyler had gone off on his own amongst the corn. He was quickly snatched up by a rogue Fae that still followed the laws of old, when he’d unknowingly stepped into a circle of mushrooms concealed by the stalks. He’d done his best to be anything but frightened of the new realm he’d been dragged to, and while successful, his willingness to please, his insistence of befriending his captor, had made the Fae dislike having him around–and he was quickly cast out into the wilds. Alone, he wandered for weeks. It was Joe Hershey who found him filthy and terrified, and directed him toward the city he now calls home. From eighteen to twenty-five, he made somewhat of a life for himself, working as a janitor at City Hall. Weed and therapy helped with the worst of the kidnapping trauma, but his substance use grew wildly out of control over the years, leaving him perma-fried. He had been sleeping, when the walls went up, spending the day off work comfortably.

Chapter 2

He’d been utterly bewildered when he awoke to a giant crystal bursting out of his floor and into his ceiling, blocking his bedroom off from the rest of his apartment. He’d been even more bewildered when City Hall was gone, decimated. The change from capitalism to the barter-system had only been the icing on the cake, and he hid away in his apartment for a few weeks, his dog his only company. After that, he picked himself up, made up a bed area in his living room, got a new job, and moved on the best he could. After many months at Charlie Cheddar’s, a bad dream of ghosts tearing him apart became a kick in his ass. He began to work extra hard, kicked a huge part of his weed habit, got a haircut, and managed to earn a promotion from Janitor to Mascot Suit.

Extra Info

His dog, Chew-bacca, is a chihuahua, and he loves her.

He has a multitude of tattoos, skin practically blacked out in places to make way for chaotically organized patterns of feathers and eyes.

#faeruneintro

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Len hadn’t quite known why he’d approached. He’d arrived late, greeted his brother and his small handful of friends, but seeing this stranger’s face made him want, awfully, to talk to her. She didn’t seem particularly different, he’d thought the first time he’d ever seen her face, peering into the shop. She was a guard, and she was a vampire, and surely there wasn’t anything more to be said or thought about. And yet, they’d met eyes back then, so the strange guard intrigued him now, for some reason. Perhaps it was that she didn’t seem to into the party. He, himself, most certainly wasn’t about it--he wouldn’t have even shown himself, if it hadn’t been for Percy and the rest of the clan making an appearance.

“I said you don’t seem to be in the party spirit,” he repeats, “Are you alright?”

Briana had spent most of the evening avoiding people. It wasn’t overly hard to do given the scale of the event but she’d caught Percy’s eye at one point and quickly booked it over the other side of the palace gardens. 

Currently she was alone, as she spent most of her days lately, eyes cast down as she nursed a drink and waited for an appropriate time to leave. She had practically zoned out when her senses seemed to pull at her attention. Someone was approaching but a familiar someone. It wasn’t till it was too late to get out of there that Briana realised who it was and suddenly she was left looking up at Len who was speaking but panic had gripped her so tightly she couldn’t hear him. 

“I… What?” @ofterrafirma​

#len - thread ft bri

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arriving fashionably late, len larose is attending the halloween masquerade parade alone.

#faeruneattire06

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Have you seen [LEN LAROSE] around Faerune? They’re a [VAMPIRE] who [IS NEUTRAL TO] the Unseelie Queen’s reign. People have heard they’re [CARING, SENTIMENTAL, COURTEOUS] but can also be [ASOCIAL, NEUROTIC, PASSIVE]. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as [ASSISTANT FLORIST MANAGER AT BRAMBLE & WILD].

Basics

Full Name: Len LaRose

Aliases: N/A

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 6′1″

Birthday: March 20, 1986 (37)

Faceclaim: Kim Jae-Wook

Chapter 1

Len was born to a sickly single mother after his father abandoned them. When she passed away in his infanthood, he had been given to his godmother, Rosa Notaras, and raised as her son. He had found Percy Notaras on the front step one night at ten years old, and was diagnosed with autism at 11. At 16, after years of poor health management and food management, Len collapsed and has been suffering with his heart and muscular health since. He interned at city hall for years, and became the witch city councilman shortly before death of his mother at 25 at the recommendation of the former elder, which he worked for eleven years, growing to dislike it toward the end. He’d been given a time limit during those ten years, told he would die around the age of fifty. Over the course of 2021-2022, his younger brother moved out; an earthquake, a murder, and a poisoning threatened his sanity with his work; and opening up to others let him find love and a new lease on life.

Chapter 2

With the council disestablished, Len had a rather laid back year. While he’d struggled to be allowed to be turned into a vampire under the council’s laws, he leapt at it under Opal’s rule, letting Briana turn him. Without the deterioration of his body, he’d been able to pick up a new job as Percy’s assistant manager, and had been enjoying life in his off time. He and Bri went out for dates regularly, and he’d learned to hunt under her guidance. Life under the new queen certainly wasn’t something to scoff at, he thought; the changes he’d been able to make without his nerves controlling him were most certainly welcome.

Everything changed, though, when Bri had compelled him to forget her during a panic. Suddenly, he was neutral to the queen, though leans more toward dissent, with his new petition into the Rex Vespidae--and his own little brother’s dissent. The gaps in his memory leads to something akin to a headache at times, a lingering sensation behind his eyes when something reminds him of what had been lost. He tries to ignore it, though sometimes when he spots an odd face in the window at Bramble & Wild, he has to take a second to let the feeling pass.

Extra Info

Len still walks with a cane, as it helps him keep his balance about him.

While he had been into pastels later in the year, and then blacks following his transformation, Len has moved back to browns and neutrals in wear after being compelled--though he doesn’t need sweaters to stay warm anymore.

He no longer lives in Rosa’s house, and lives in an apartment toward the middle of town. He “rents” out the house to Omarr Kaley-Notaras, Duke Fontaine, and Cosmo, and has had the lock changed twice, for no reason in particular.

For people that need the help, he offers help with gardening, and transcribing words to page for those that can’t do so, for the price of food for his tenants.

He has petitioned to join the Rex Vespidae in the last couple of months--while he doesn’t have fang caps or a position, he does wear a pin of membership.

#len - musings #len - start #len - thread #len - aesthetic #len - visage #tag dump #old intros

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jill > wisteria ( @boneboughs​ )

With all the activity, Jill really hadn’t had enough time to bother Wisteria. He’d been floating around and chatting hither and thither with others without being overtly obnoxious about it, where she’d stuck as close to members of her clan as she could without seeming like a party-pooper. She hated pretending to be a kiss-ass, and avoided it best she could. Though, she couldn’t always, and this party was proof. At least he’d finally stepped away to enjoy a drink.

She settles beside him, hand stroking up the inside of his lycra covered thigh, sighing. “Eugh. Look at her,” she whispers in his ear, motioning with a nod to one of the courtiers, “Not even one of your amazing dresses can make these freaks look good in the eyes of people with taste. Can we leave yet? This party stinks. I wanted to feel so sexy, but nobody’s looking at me.”

#jill - start #jill - thread ft wis

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jill > percy ( @ofcoretanima​ )

“percyyyy!” jill coos, as arms slip around him from behind. leather gloves gently prod at his face. “i saw you in costume earlier! why’d you change? you looked so so sexy!” she tugs on the onesie. “this is so cute, but you should have absolutely leaned into the sexy scary nurse more. then we could have taken pics together.”

#jill - start #jill - thread ft percy

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jill > kenzie ( @orchestralcollage​ )

“this party stinks,” jill grumbles below her breath, as she touches up her lipstick in the bathroom, “i hate acting like a suckup.” she, perhaps, should have checked other stalls, because she pales slightly when she sees kenzie leave a stall. “please tell me you didn’t hear anything i just said.” she was attending this party with known bootlicker wisteria addler--it would be bad for both of them if someone snitched on her now.

#jill - start #jill - thread ft kenzie

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junior is attending the halloween masquerade parade with omarr kaley-notaras as calvin and hobbes ( @moonlightxandxroses )

#faeruneattire06

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jill abbott is attending the halloween masquerade parade with wisteria addler as batman and catwoman ( @boneboughs )

#faeruneattire06

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 company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them (zoela/junior)

it's a rarity, in their busy lives, that they should get to simply sit around, but he and zoela somehow made it work today. still upset with the news of omarr's rather mild injury, he simply sulks, rather than bustling about the palace as usual. he doesn't know what's cutting her up, when she approaches, looking just as miserable as he feels--so he pats the seat beside him and winds a lanky arm around her shoulders when she sits. there aren't words to be said, but a "painted" cheek settles against the princess' hair, and a strong hand squeezes her shoulder. it'll do, he thinks, to just be there. just having her in his company is helping him.

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patch .   jill helps connor  patch  up  a  wound

jill could, and would scold him, really, tell him that if he wasn't a cop surely he'd go without injuries. but she can't seem to find it in herself as she gently cleans up an embarrassing amount of road rash on his arm. she does finally speak, as she brings out the peroxide. "alright, let's do this." she takes delight in pouring it on wisteria's needlepricks from work, watching it bubble and foam--now is no different. and once it's wiped off, she starts to carefully dress it in a gauze wrap. "there, all better." she leans in, pressing a little smoochie to his arm, then pats his shoulder. "dumbass."

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❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . (percy to jill)

she'd gotten the misery to subside from last week, with the help of a little strange company and some weed. this week, she sits with percy after the vespidae meeting, her chin resting on his shoulder, her eyes fluttered shut. there's another ache in her chest today, a soft sigh leaving her as arms slip around the older boy's waist. the soft noise of the other vampires and hybrids mingling is excellent to lose herself to--though she jumps, when fingers suddenly find her braids. odd eyes peek open, before she melts into the affection, despite whatever apologies are about to die on his tongue. this dumb little guy was really too sweet. she'd have to make it up to him later.

#it was fingers bc her hair is in braids fdkjhdsf

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reverse ❛ wink . wink at my muse . (Jill/Jonas)

october had been droning on and on today, jill assumed it was because he was another year older, and he assumed he had to be some sort of image of maturity. she doesn't know. what she does know, is that she and jonas had been making faces across the room at each other, a boredom having apparently settled into both of them. it's only a matter of time before their great and powerful leader scolds them, and jill puts her hand over her mouth, a cheeky smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. as he continues on with what he's saying, jill glances to jonas, giving him a wink. they can continue on making faces later, after october's gotten comfortable again.

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hospital: Junior/Omarr 🥺

"you're what?!" he cries into the phone's receiver, as omarr states rather plainly that he's in the hospital. it's just a bad sprain, it happened while i was running, his soft voice insists into junior's ear, but the faerie is already spiraling into a pit of worry. "i'll--i'll be there in only a few moments' time, my love," he breathes, panic edging into his voice. it isn't the injury, really, but more the idea behind the injury. so very breakable, omarr was, junior suddenly realizes with cold horror, like ice water dumping across his shoulders. he hangs up, fingers massaging at his own face in an attempt to calm himself down. what if it had been worse? so very breakable indeed. the wolf could really have sustained any sort of injury, and while the far younger man was certainly tough, junior knew there was plenty a wolf couldn't come back from. he clears his throat to himself, moves a hand to his forehead, and sighs softly. he had to calm down, he was a grown man, one capable of rational thought. omarr was fine. he was perfectly fine. he takes a deep breath, letting the thoughts melt away--though one remains: his sweet boy was most certainly mortal, and he would have to cherish every moment he could before something took him away, be it age or injury.

@moonlightxandxroses

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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3o (junior/zo)

[Zo] Dear friend, do you believe that perhaps there is more to the sky than pinprick holes in the dark, and a vast blue? I wonder it, at times. Warm regards, Lycius

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Jill: 12 - Phe

[unknown number]: please be the right number [unknown number]: its not god damn it sorry my hands are shaky [unknown number]: okay fuck it, sorry but fuck you im venting. anyways my day off today is so so shitty, my puppy pissed on my foot, i think my boyfriend hates me, i wanna drink but im supposed to be sober, my dads birthday is tomorrow and idk what to get him and im still stuck in thsi fucking snowglobe of hate i want my fucking dad my dad-dad back in wyoming and my friends i hate it here i hate it here i hate it here so much