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TO DO:

- Post for Aiden
- Post for Dominic
- Profile for Iskander
- Post for Mimi
- Post for Neville
- Profile for Sanctum
- Profile for Wonderful Nonsense
- Post for Iskander
- Mini-profiles of Good and Bad guys for The Order

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Dominika Loy - The Mastermind

38 years old • Female • 5'8" • 145 lbs
Light Brown Hair • Blue eyes • Durmstrang Graduate • Polish and Austrian
Skilled at Legilimens and Occulemency, known for her strength of mind and manipulative ability
Currently works in the Austro-German Ministry of Magic

Favorite spell - Legilimens

Jente – Second in Command

32 • Male • 6’2” • 210
Brown hair • Brown Eyes • Hogwarts • British
Brash and straightforward, holds a fearful and commanding presence, does Dominika’s dirty work.
Officially ‘unemployed’ but travels around to do Dominika’s bidding in various locations

Favorite spell - Imperio

Ash - Muscle

26 • Male • 5’10” • 175 lbs
Brown hair • Brown eyes • Hogwarts Graduate • Welsh and British
Skills / short personality
Works in Knockturn Alley at Borgish & Burkes
Vast knowledge of Dark Arts and Items, not just Curses

Favorite spell - Septumsempre

Claude DaNarbonne - Muscle

20 • Male • 5’10” • 165 lbs
White blonde hair • Dark blue eyes • Beauxbatons graduate • French, part Veela
Used for his skills at seduction and Veela Charm, Renee is his twin. Good at charm work, particularly illusions
Works in Diagon Alley with his sister, managing a robe shop

Favorite spell – Turning on the Veela charm

Renee DaNarbonne - Muscle

19 • Female • 5’9” • 136 lbs
White blonde hair • Bright blue eyes • Beauxbatons Graduate • French, part Veela
Used for her skills at seduction and Veela charm, Claude is her twin. Good at charm work, particularly illusions
Works in Diagon Alley with her brother, managing a robe shop

Favorite spell – Turning on the Veela charm

Holly Burrows - Muscle

23 • Female • 5’9” • 153 lbs
Deep red hair • Green eyes • Hogwarts Graduate • Scottish
Very intelligent, known for her strategic dueling style and clever ploys
Works in Honeyduke’s at Hogsmeade as a waitress

Favorite spell - Expelliarmus

Barbora - Muscle

20 • Female • 5’3” • 110
Brown hair • Brown eyes • An American school • American, Euromutt
She’s a bit quiet and bizarre, but keeps to herself and eavesdrops on various conversations, people think she is a mute squib
Works in the Apothecary on Diagon Alley

Favorite spell – doesn’t, she likes to mix Potions, particularly ones with negative effects

Alison “Alis” James - Muscle

28 • Male • 6’1” • 182 lbs
Dark Brown hair • Bright blue eyes • a Canadian school Graduate • French Canadian
Feline grace, and well liked. Is an amazing Transfigurist, and is an Unregistered Animagi
Works in Diagon Alley in the Magical Menagerie

Favorite spell - Animagi

John Taylor - Muscle

23 • Male • 5’9” • 150 lbs
Brown hair • Brown Eyes • Hogwarts • English
Gives off a blasé air, as if there is no depth of person. Skilled at rune enchantments.
Works as a receptionist in the Ministry of Magic

Favorite spell - Flagrante

Dmitri Korolev - Muscle

21 • Male • 5’10” • 168 lbs
Dark brown hair • Dark Brown hair • Durmstrang Graduate • Russian and Kazakhstanian
Great at breaking enchantments and spells, an intense and brooding person
Curse Breaker at Gringotts Bank

Favorite spell - Impedimenta

Alejandro Diaz - Muscle

24 • Male • 5’11” • 189 lbs
Brown hair • Gray eyes • Attended a Brazilian school • South American
Good at breaking curses and bursting through solid objects, particularly in the Amazon. Also skilled at Herbology
Works in the South American travel branch of Gringotts Bank

Favorite spell - Reducto

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Kingsley Shacklebolt – Minister of Magic

est. 50s • Male • “Tall” – est. 6’3” • “Broad”
Shaved hair • Dark brown eyes • School unknown • Black
Calm, levelheaded, good at nonverbal spells and dressing like a Muggle
Minister of Magic

Tim Hamilton - Insider

30 • Male • 5’11” • 185 lbs
Brown hair • Brown eyes • Hogwarts graduate • English
Strength of mind, good at Occulemency, Divination, and abstract concepts
Head of the Department of Mysteries (Unspeakable)

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______________________Iskander Otaran

Iskander cut a swath through the Londoners as he stepped out of the visitor’s entrance. The tall Middle Easterner had the aura of foreigner, and he wasn’t quite sure how to react. He was dressed in deep red robes of a light fabric commonly found in Turkey. On the fabric were geometric designs and Arabic calligraphy print in browns, oranges, and gold. It was elaborate and fine, but it was the kind of thing found everyday in Istanbul. The Ministry there was always lavishly decorated, with eye-catching colors and brilliant though quirky designs. Much like the robes he wore. Instead of going to his wrist, they were cut off a few inches past his elbows, and had multiple layers that all fell to the floor with grace. He had only his wand and a money pouch with him, as the rest of his possessions were packed away in his trunk. A trunk that was in custody of the Ministry of Magic, and being checked for any dangerous items. He wasn’t even quite sure what he was doing all the way in Britain, he had been told very little. All he knew was he was joining a team for various skills he possessed, and being paid quite a nice sum.

He thought about what he had left back home. He didn’t do much; he helped manage a small animal shop in downtown Istanbul, and was getting enough money and connections to do something good, like actually join the Ministry or get a job that allowed him to travel. That was why the offer from London had enticed him – it allowed him to see something new. He had moved out of his parent’s house upon leaving Beauxbatons, preferring to try and make his own way in the world. He stayed centralized in Turkey, and did like to visit them fairly often. Turkey. Where it was warm. Not this moisture in the air like London. And it had taken him forever to figure out how to work the phone booth access to the Ministry. He must have looked like a fool to Muggles (if they could even see him), completely incapable of working the coins, and barely even able to fit in the small space. In Turkey and nearby countries, such as Saudi Arabia and other Middle Eastern countries, Muggle clothes and Wizard clothes didn’t differ by a huge amount. Here there was a stark difference. The colors and style made him stand out like a sore thumb as he tried to navigate. He had taken the Floo Network to Diagon Alley, where he stayed overnight in the Leakey Cauldron.

In the hallway, Iskander adjusted his robes and the deep red small hat on his head, which looked like the Arabic version of a Yarmulke. His intricate colors looked different from the grays, browns, and navy robes of London witches and wizards. He stood and stared at the imposing onyx walls and floor, the line of fireplaces along the sides almost intimidating. While Istanbul had the same system, essentially, it didn’t look as… cold… as this did. It felt the same way the weather did. It was impersonal and only done up for efficiency. The oddities didn’t seem as beautiful as it was in his home, and for the first time since leaving several days ago, he felt a little homesick. He had no clue who else would be there. He knew nothing. But he kept his face carefully schooled in an expression of mild interest as he stood in the Atrium before making his way to the entrance. He passed a large golden statue with a Witch, Wizard, Centaur, Goblin, and House-Elf on it, looking briefly at the magical fountain.

”Name?” asked a bored-looking receptionist. The man, not much older than he, chewed gum and wore boring gray robes. ”Iskander Otaran.” he said in a baritone voice. It held a slight Arabic accent, and he had to carefully think his way through English. It wasn’t his best language. ”Country of origin?” the gum-smacker asked. ”Turkey.” ”Wand?” ”Umm.” he fished for the right words. ”Eleven… and… three-quarters. What’s the word… it mean something like ‘able to change’?” the guy stared at him like he was stupid. ”Pliable?” Iskander shook his head. ”Flexible?” ”That’s it. Made with Gingko branch. Phoenix feather.” the guy nodded, looking somewhat relieved that Iskander had stopped talking. ”’Kay. Now I just need to check it in. You must be pretty important. You’re going straight to level ten.” Iskander just shrugged as the boy took his wand and registered it. He was then pointed in the right direction and told to follow a certain paper airplane. This seemed strange to Iskander but he shrugged it off, looking around the Ministry. It was bustling with life and seemed to be a generally happy place, though it seemed as if people were always going somewhere. There was an undercurrent of constant business.

In the elevator, that went sideways and up and down so many times he was sure he was going to get lost, he wondered if he was getting into something he ought not. But soon enough it came to a jerking stop and he nearly toppled over, his usually calm and smug demeanor broken by surprise. But he kept his eye on the paper airplane that directed him to a door. He felt chilly and intimidated by the black stone hallways that were cold and impersonal. The paper airplane lead him to an impressive room, that was a complete and total change from the hallway. In it was a round table, and it was a little more lush than anything else he had seen. Decorated in warm colors. He was a politician’s son, he knew what it meant. It was supposed to give an air of familiarity and comfort. Even then, he couldn’t help but feel a little more relaxed. In a chair he saw a tall, impressive black wizard in robes with a distinctly African design. He saw a single gold hoop earring and realized it was the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebot himself. ”You must be Iskander.” came the low voice. Iskander nodded. ”Nice to meet you, Minister.” he said, heavily accented.

Next to Kingsley he saw three other men, that looked about ten years or so older than him, except for one Wizard dressed in quirky deep purple robes and glasses. He had friendly green eyes. One man gave an air of mystery and the unknown, as if he were fathomless. Iskander quickly looked away from him. The third man looked to be of Arabic descent of some sort, and Iskander wondered if he knew the language. ”Have a seat.” came the slow voice of the black man. ”We’ll get started when the others arrive here, and I’ll introduce my colleagues to all of you.” ”There’s more people coming?” Kingsley chuckled. "Of course there's more of you. But I can't say anything yet, that would ruin the theatrical effect." Iskander took a moment to translate the words before nodding. "Alright." he sat down in one of the nicely-decorated and comfortable chairs. There were five other remaining seats. Possibly for five other people. Would they be older than him? Younger than him? The same age? He had no clue. And he wondered why they would ask someone that graduated from Beauxbatons, and lived in a different country, to come all the way to London. It seemed a bit bizarre to him.

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Aiden seemed to be a ball of frustration the entire time. His nerves seemed raw and his heart seemed to be made of lead. He was angrier, tenser, than he had ever been before. He stayed silent most of the time, resting up. He loved Eve but couldn’t help but feel a small pocket of resentment for what had happened. Aiden loved his family, and being separated from them hurt, a lot. He was brooding and quiet, and a few days later he still hadn’t come out of his reclusive shell. He knew it was horrible, and he felt like a bad person, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk. Deep down, Aiden knew it was probably hurting Eve just as much. He was being selfish, but he couldn’t bring himself to become more extroverted. He hadn’t spent a whole lot of time with her, considering their close capacity. He was stocking up, making occasional errands to the store, getting extra gas for the car, and was even looking at an ATV. He sometimes spent time in wolf form, having messages relayed to him from either Richard or Kit, and he made a couple of errands to the post office as well.

One on particular evening, probably the third, Aiden was pacing around, when he felt his Uncle join him. Please come back. Was the simple request. I can’t. A mental sigh. I know. They stayed silent for a good hour after that, taking comfort in each other’s minds, conveying more in emotions than with actual words, until Aiden felt he had enough strength to return to the cabin. When he walked in, he heard Eve playing the cello. It seemed to sting against his already raw senses, but he let it be. Instead he moved to the kitchen and started making himself food. He made smaller portions, only about one and a half plates instead of the excessive amount he usually ate. He was losing too much weight, but he was preparing for the ordeal ahead, getting himself used to living sparingly. He ate the small meal and listened to Eve’s song, which echoed against the smooth wooden rafters.

When he was about finished, Eve started talking. He set down his fork and turned to her, meeting her eyes. He drew his eyebrows together as he listened to what she had to say. So she wanted him to just leave her here and go to school. As if after this he could just go back to any sense of normalcy. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. ”Eve…” this was hard. This would probably be more than he’d spoken total in the last few days, except for his argument with Olive. The argument which still stung him to his very core, which made him wonder about how life was even worth living, except for the pale beauty in front of him. He knew he could spend an eternity with her… A love etched in the flames of hell. ”I’ve already called and written to Johns Hopkins. I’m putting my admittance on hold for a year.” he sighed. It had been painful to do, but it needed to be done. ”They like me enough to give me a year off, they’ll hold my scholarships as well.” That was a lie, but she didn’t need to know. He’d keep most of his need-based and some of his merit, but he’d have to reapply for a couple. He was only losing about 4,000 a year in money, and he was confident he could get it back somehow.

”I can’t go back, not yet. This needs to be taken care of. Then, when this is all over, we can go back… it may not even take that long.” he scratched the base of his neck. ”I need to do this – and I need to do this with you. That’s it. I don’t know if the pack will even be involved at this point… I’ve been preparing to leave for awhile now.” he fought to keep the bitterness out of his voice. The whole thing wasn’t fair. ”And then when we’re done… we can go back. We can just be normal for awhile, try to forget about this whole business.” he gave her a sad smile. ”We can just be stupid college students.” He sighed. Instead of stupid vampires and wolves. He heard his phone start to buzz, so he walked over to Eve and kissed her forehead. ”Just a moment.” and then he picked it up. ”Hello?”

He heard a sniffling on the other end. ”Aiden?” he looked at Eve before walking away. ”Jackie? Are you okay?” ”I’m fine I guess… I miss you. Olive stopped by today.” He breathed out. ”What did she say?” ”That you two had a falling out. That you’ve moved out. That you’re going somewhere.” he heard a sniff, and he felt his heart breaking. This didn’t affect just his family, but his extended one. His friends, and even the thought of Jackie being upset hurt him. ”Jackie… it’s okay.” ”Where are you going? Aren’t you going to Johns Hopkins?” ”Eventually.” was all he could say. He didn’t know if he could bring himself to lie to her. ”Aiden… I know you. I know there’s a lot more to you than you say, and Eve too. There’s a whole lot going on that I don’t understand. And I don’t wanna know. But whatever it is, just don’t lose yourself. I love you, you’re like my puppy.” Aiden let his head hit the wall. He couldn’t do this. Instead he walked over to Eve and held her hand. ”Thanks Jackie. I love you too, you’re like my sister.” ”I know. There’s a lot more to you than there meets the eye, isn’t there?” No use lying. ”Yes.” ”Okay. I won’t ask questions. Can I talk to Eve?”

He nodded, and handed Eve his phone absent-mindedly. He sighed and handed her the phone. He tried not to listen, but heard something about ‘taking care of him’. It was as if Jackie was a bit too intuitive. But he trusted her. Eventually when she finished he took his phone back. ”Hello?” ”Promise you’ll come visit, at least once. Even if it’s a couple months from now, I want to be able to see you again.” ”Jackie, it might be too dangerous – “ ”Promise!” was the plea. He sighed. ”I’ll try.” Satisfied, they said their sad goodbyes and he hung up the phone. He let his head slump on the small table. It was so hard, so tiring. Jackie had become one of his closest friends, and it pained him. He closed his eyes and started to talk to Eve. ”You know… it’ll be hard.” he gave a deep exhale. ”But I think I can get through it as long as I have you, Eve.” Yes – they were going to hell. It was likely that Olive and Goody and everyone else in the world would help them right along too, it seemed.

Rami had been right – there was a long and treacherous road ahead of them. But knowing that they were together and he at least had Eve physically besides him, and Rami with him in spirit, it seemed to make the path a little bit lighter. And also knowing that he did have friends like Jackie and Danny, who supported them even they had no clue what was going on. He grabbed Eve and wrapped his arms around her, embracing her for a moment. He

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IC

Into the Woods playlist

Dom was ready to give up. She wasn’t showing up. He was going to fail at life, and she wasn’t going to meet him. He should have expected it, really. People didn’t really… congregate towards him. And it was just when he had resigned himself to eating alone that he heard the feet pounding on the pavement. He let his head peek up and to his delight, he saw a hassled and barely-put-together Eloise running at him like a crazy woman, with the dog besides her. He had never been so happy to see such a disheveled sight, or that dog. Poor Benny George looked like he’d had his face run straight into a wall. He heard her explanation for being tardy without really listening to it – he was mostly glad that she was there at all. ”No, no problem. I’m glad you could make it. I was too jittery to sleep in.” too excited was more like it. He hadn’t been able to think of anything else that night, except how pretty she was and how lucky he was to be meeting her.

”So how was your evening?” he asked with a small smile, holding the door open for her to walk into the Ice Cream store. The shop was full on the nice weekend, high schoolers from St. Ignatius and Wylie Vines in the available booths. He went and looked at the flavors, picking out what he’d want while awaiting her response. At least she was a talker. Unlike him, who had always been a rather horrible conversationalist. Talking wasn’t really encouraged in his house unless it was a form of apology or prayer. Or a combination of the two combined. The cheerful lady that ran the parlor on the weekends smacked her gum and gave him a ruby-red lipsticked smile.

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[color=POSTINGCOLOR][b]Staying grounded at[/b][/color]: Weight
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[list][color=POSTINGCOLOR][b]You don’t know what I’ve done to get here
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Holly Burrows
Links to extra pictures in lyric form go here

Call me: Candygirl, in Hogsmeade
Number the Stars: 20
Reaching for the Sky: 5’11”
Staying grounded at: 170 lbs - shapely
My crowning glory is: Deep red, long, and expertly maintained
My colored glasses: A multicolored green

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You don’t know what I’ve done to get here
Or what it's done to me.

Holly Burrows grew up in Glasgow, Scotland. Her mother was a pureblooded witch and her father was a muggle. As a little girl, Holly soon learned to respect power, especially as it became apparent that her mother housed all of the power and respectability in her family. She started to resent the weakness in her father, for how human he was. She couldn’t understand why her mother, the beautiful, vivacious redhead, could even stand being with the docile, blonde-haired, blue-eyed man. It was an atrocity, it really was. She disassociated herself with him, distancing so that she could become a truly great witch, despite her parent’s concerns. On her eleventh birthday, when she received her letter to Hogwarts, she was thrilled. Now she could grow up to be great just like her mother.

Holly attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her secondary education. A half-blood placed into Slytherin House, she always kept her blood status a secret. It was soon shown that regardless of the fact her father was a muggle, that she was a powerful witch. Quiet and manipulative, she put on a front that pleased everybody. Even some of the Gryffindors believed she was “alright”. She was never overtly cruel, though there was something fake about her at all times. She was “friends” with all people, whether or not she liked them. Her cold beauty turned off some of the teachers, who deemed it unnatural. Distrust by Professors revealed her angry and bitter side. She believed it was the highest form of insult – she was respectful in class and did well. Her honesty and intentions didn’t mean squat in the face of that.

Holly joined Dominika Loy’s cause upon hearing rumors circulating in the Hog’s Head one day, during a customary visit to Hogsmeade seventh year. She investigated it, and found herself on the wrong end of Jente’s wand. Learning about their cause, she declared herself a believer and soon joined them, as a powerful young witch fresh out of school. As a tribute to how she first heard about them, she got her local job in Hogsmeade, working at Honeydukes. To others, it seems she has ‘completely changed’. No longer having a dislike for the weak and the useless, she is apparently cheerful and is called the “Candygirl”. She is commonly found with her long hair in two pigtails, smiling merrily. Though this is just another mask, another game for her to play. She is as cold as ever, and grows more heartless still.

Her style is strategic – her favorite spell is Langlock, the same as Barbora’s, but for different reasons. She uses it to make her enemy incapable of casting verbal spells for awhile until she can set up a trap. Combined with Locomotor Mortis, or Leg-Locker, she uses simple hexes to incapacitate the enemy while she decides their fate, or goes about her business doing whatever she needs to do. While not quite as ruthless as others in the group, she will not hesitate to use an Unforgiveable if it is called for, though Imperio and Avada Kedavra are more likely to be used than Crucio, for which she cannot conjure enough emotion for. All emotion she displays other than determination or righteous anger, and bitterness, are usually fake.



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Rénée DaNarbonne
Links to extra pictures in lyric form go here

Call me: Rénée, though Claude calls her Néné
Number the Stars: Nineteen
Reaching for the Sky: 5’9”
Staying grounded at: 136 lbs - slender
My crowning glory is: white blonde hair, straight it is past her shoulders. Curly it barely touches them.
My colored glasses: a bright, clear blue

• • •

You don’t know what I’ve done to get here
Or what it's done to me.

Rénée, born just after Claude, lived a life of luxury. Though her parents were not about, she and her twin brother had a chateau and a world to themselves. The two part-veela children seemed hidden from the world. In a dark castle, they were like two little angels fallen. Of the two, Rénée was the more extroverted, carefree one. She was the leader, she had ideas and she immediately went to action, no holds barred. It was who she was, a completely uninhibited soul. She rarely showed remorse. And from an early age, it became apparent her charm due to her beautiful looks as well as bloodline could get her anywhere. She was filled with a self-importance that told her it was her given duty to use this blessing, and she did.

Entering Beauxbatons with her brother, it became apparent that beauty was coupled with brains. She didn’t do as well as her brother though, because she spent as much time as she could testing out the limits of her power. She did, however, show an incredible gifts for Charms, especially at Illusions. This tied in well with her character and personality – she made people see what they wanted, but unlike Holly, who molded herself to fit those around her, Rénée did nothing to change herself. If someone was unmoveable, she used a combination of her Veela blood and her Charms skills to get what she wanted. And it worked, for she always had a posse around her to do her every bidding. Many times she encouraged her brother to get in on it, though he didn’t seem as intent.

Rénée was possessed with great beauty, something that could not be denied. Thanks mostly to her Veela genetics, a toss of her hair could send people into a stupor, and her bright blue eyes sang sweetly… Trust me. Do what I want. Though females are also inclined to become jealous around her, it is usually voided by Claude’s constant nearby presence. Her good looks and good fortune have given her a sense of entitlement. She firmly believes the world should be hers, and that is why she joined Dominika If anyone deserves slaves, Rénée believed it should be her. For this, she relocated to cold and ugly (in her mind) London, running a little robe shop. They use only the finest of materials and colors. Being good at charms, the robes have become popular for their lasting quality as well as beauty. Rénée believes that everything she makes or creates is of course, a gift to all witches and wizards. She speaks English clearly, with only the slightest bit of an accent to bolster her attraction.



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»»Ravi•Parm•Dosanjh««


Just "Ravi", thanks

Eighteen

I’m East Indian, yeah. My house isn’t very traditional, though; so don’t judge me on it. It used to be. My parents were hard-core Hindi, and we all immigrated here from Mumbai, back when I was about four years old, and my older sister Kamna was six. She was the amazing one, out of the two of us. Older than me, beautiful, and really really talented. She was a dancer, you see. I was just a musician but she could dance. She was also completely westernized. She didn’t wear Saris, and though she danced at our temple, she preferred to Swing. When it was found out that she was dating a white boy at eighteen years old, they freaked out. I watched as they yelled and humiliated her, before going behind her back and doing the one thing she feared more than anything – they arranged a marriage.

For my sister, this was too much. When the fiancé came to meet her, she refused. I didn’t tell my parents, but I was always on her side. Especially, when he did the unthinkable. Thinking it would beat her to submission, he forced her. Of course, my parents didn’t believe her. They thought she was being manipulative and lying. I couldn’t believe them. Instead of giving her comfort and solace and getting rid of the filthy b*****d, they kicked her out. My sister, my family, my blood. I tried to stop them but I was only struck in the process. They believed they did the right thing until two weeks later, she drowned herself. Right there, in a hotel bathroom.

We don’t really talk any more. Any of us. And we never talk about Kamna. We don’t tell other people. We moved shortly after to our current city of residence, where I met my girlfriend. And yeah – I started drinking. It started off as just a little, but eventually I had to drink more to blur her face from my head, the look of hurt and betrayal, and the sinking feeling that this was my entire fault. Every last bit of it. And now we’ve moved so far away, I can’t even visit her grave, I wish I could tell her how damn sorry I am that this happened, and how much I wish I could kill myself instead. Maybe I drink enough alcohol, I’ll eventually drown the same way she did. I think the only thing that keeps me tethered is my girlfriend, my little shining star in this never-ending darkness. I know she wants me to stop but… I can’t.

The part of me that isn’t begging for the enticing elixir still isn’t exactly happy. Now that my parents have given up on parenting and leave me to my own devices, I don’t really know what to do. I still play music, occasionally. I became pretty good at trumpet, and I couldn’t let that fall the drain, though now when I play in jazz bands, my sister can’t go to concerts to dance along to the music. I’m not a party type person, I tend to wallow in misery by myself, or with a small group. I don’t do large gatherings, though of course I’ll go cheer on the volleyball team. I try to find happiness where I can, it just gets really hard, y’know? I tend to be supportive and a caring person, at least when I’m sober. And I can be protective and cautious. When I’m drunk, I just get silent. Really silent. Anything to fight of the demons, though nothing can really erase Kamna’s face. I wish I could tell them about her, everyone. My friends or my girlfriend, but it gets too painful.

Vodka ;; Tequila ;; Firewhiskey ;; 151 ;; Beer ;; Trumpet ;; Dancing ;; Horror Movies ;; Meadows ;; Bollywood ;; Bright Colors ;; The girlfriend

Bicycles ;; Dancers ;; Water ;; Staying Home ;; The color Black ;; Parents ;; Curfews ;; Buzzkillers ;; Being unsuccessful ;; Being useless ;; Having no purpose

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(Ravi Dosanjh)

Ravi woke up as he always did. With a hangover.

The light that streamed in from between the blinds seemed perfectly positioned to hit him right in the eyes, so he turned over and buried his head into the pillow. He sat there for awhile, letting the pounding behind his temple subside before lifting himself off to get ready for the day. He couldn’t be completely unproductive, as much as he’d like to. So he shuffled towards the shower, setting it as hot as it would go and letting the water get off the sweat and stink of alcohol from the previous night. It wasn’t as bad as it normally was, but he’d been s**t-faced enough to take off his shirt and jeans but not his shoes before he got into bed. And there were a couple things he vaguely didn’t remember about the previous night, but seeing as he was with just a couple of friends, he doubted he did anything he’d regret.

After stepping out, he dried himself off and put on a simple outfit for the day, dark blue jeans that fit well, and a light blue fitted t-shirt with a white and brown graphic design on it. At 5’11” and 172 lbs, Ravi was well-built, not very buff but not particular thin either. He was also significantly taller than his parents, both of whom barely touched 5’5”. Parents that were gone for the summer, leaving him to his own devices in their small downtown brownstone. Where with his sister, they had been strict and unrelenting, it seemed that they just gave up. If they ever noticed or disapproved of anything Ravi was doing, it sure didn’t show. They weren’t vocal about anything, and frequently cried or left for a weekend. Ravi hadn’t even known they were leaving for the summer until the day before they mentioned it off-hand. They put money into his bank account, and that was it. They were gone for the summer. It was a little disconcerting but he got used to it.

Before leaving his bedroom, he grabbed his blue LG Rumor, which was buzzing for his attention. He opened it and saw the text from CJ. He smiled lightly before flipping the phone sideways to text her back.

Hey, sure why not.
What do you feel up to?
I’ve got my house to myself,
I can do whatever.

He slid the phone into his pocket and commenced the search for food. He ended up making himself a fruit salad drizzled with honey, bacon, ham, and two shots of vodka. Not enough for him to get drunk, but enough for him to relax the slightest. He had denied it for the longest time, but he no longer did. When he was accused of being an alcoholic, he just shrugged. Indians tended to drink like fish whenever they did, so it wasn’t very surprising it was the first place he turned. As if they could judge him. He knew what people said. Oh, you’re throwing your life away. Why do you do this to yourself? Yeah, well they can judge him all they wanted to – nobody knew about Kamna. And they wouldn’t. He never seemed to tire of people thinking the worst of him, it only hurt when CJ critiqued him. It could be worse though – he never hit her, never even raised his voice. Even when drunk. He usually tried to keep her out of his escapades, he didn’t like involving her in the ugly part of his life.

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Kairos [Anastasius] Miklos

Kairos – call me Kai
Eighteen years
Decidedly male
Straight as an →



There’s not a lot to talk about how I grew up. I had a damn good time, cause see, my parents are real laid back and they owned a little resort on a really small Greek island… and we didn’t have to do much. I spent most of my time just jumping off of the nearby cliffs into the water, and swimming and surfing. I’ve always been really drawn to the water, I didn’t know why for the longest time. But I spend all day on the beach, out by the rocks, or jumping in the water, swimming as far down as I could into the brilliant blue depths. When I wasn’t in the water with my motley crew of friends, we raced on the few horses we had available on the island. I always won, but by the time I reached the finish line I was bored and on to something new. Usually back into the water. I mean, of course strange things happened occasionally but I never paid attention to them.

When I found out about the school, I was confused. I’d never heard of it and had no clue. Then I told my parents. They went “oooohhh yeah. We forgot to tell you.” And they explained to me that Kronos gave birth to Poseidon who raped somebody and had a kid named Triton who is the father of Pallus… and by the time they finished their story, they got to the point. I was a great-great-great-(etc) grandkid of Poseidon. Pretty cool, huh? It explained a few things. Like, instead of being so temperamental like the God himself, I had his grandaughter’s quiet disposition. Too bad Pallus was killed by Athena though. My parents were very upset talking about that, saying that was why I should stay away from Athenians, they’re little ruthless eggheads with no sense of morality or territory. I… don’t care. Fancy that. Just get me back to the water.

I have a hard time caring about anything in particular, which differs from my descendant’s temperamental ways. When I do bother to feel some sort of emotion, it shows in the water around me. I guess I like horses and earth-moving too, but not quite as much. Though like Poseidon, I tend to not listen as much. I do my own thing, at most times. My grades aren’t great. I’ll admit it. But I enjoy myself. It’s unfair to put a school so close to the water and not expect me to spend my time in it. I guess I think the whole God thing is really really cool, but it’s not the coolest thing. If a person goes cliff diving with me… well. I really like them. I’m kind of stupid, so not a whole lotta people tolerate me. I don’t talk about regular, boring things, because I don’t like to talk about them. So maybe I’m not as stupid as I come off, but things do go right over my head.

I let things slide by, cause everything ebbs and flows and there’s nothing you can really do about it. I don’t think me being a descendant really changes anything. It sure didn’t make me smarter. I’m very relaxed and I have a sunny and occasionally vague disposition. In a fight, I may or may not get riled up, it’s just not in my nature. I don’t think I’ve been around other people enough outside of the island I came from to assert whether or not I’m better. I’m 100% Greek. That’s pretty impressive. So I get a little bit of the humor from them, I laugh at situations that may not always require laughter. I guess I’m not as high-and-mighty as many of the others, since water pretty much trumps all. I don’t think things through, or too in-depth. I tend to be a face-value person,