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[D i n o - M o]

RHYS


▬▬ oo1 ROLE Middle Prince
▬▬ oo2 OTP October
▬▬ oo3 SHORT BACK STORY Half human/half sidhe
▬▬ oo4 PERSONALITY
▬▬ oo5 THEME SONGS
▬▬ oo6 OTHER JAZZ

SILAS


▬▬ oo1 ROLE Stablehand
▬▬ oo2 OTP Selene
▬▬ oo3 SHORT BACK STORY Yech
▬▬ oo4 PERSONALITY
▬▬ oo5 THEME SONGS
▬▬ oo6 OTHER JAZZ

KAIUS


▬▬ oo1 ROLE Runner Companion
▬▬ oo2 OTP Autumn
▬▬ oo3 SHORT BACK STORY Werewolf
▬▬ oo4 PERSONALITY
▬▬ oo5 THEME SONGS
▬▬ oo6 OTHER JAZZ

TALLULAH


▬▬ oo1 ROLE Maid
▬▬ oo2 OTP OPEN - Heterosexual
▬▬ oo3 SHORT BACK STORY Banshee
▬▬ oo4 PERSONALITY
▬▬ oo5 THEME SONGS
▬▬ oo6 OTHER JAZZ

LEIA


▬▬ oo1 ROLE Duchess
▬▬ oo2 OTP OPEN - Pansexual
▬▬ oo3 SHORT BACK STORY Siren
▬▬ oo4 PERSONALITY
▬▬ oo5 THEME SONGS
▬▬ oo6 OTHER JAZZ

ECAERIS


▬▬ oo1 ROLE Scribe
▬▬ oo2 OTP OPEN - Demisexual
▬▬ oo3 SHORT BACK STORY Elf
▬▬ oo4 PERSONALITY
▬▬ oo5 THEME SONGS
▬▬ oo6 OTHER JAZZ

ALTAIR


▬▬ oo1 ROLE Thief
▬▬ oo2 OTP OPEN - Heterosexual
▬▬ oo3 SHORT BACK STORY Skin-Walker
▬▬ oo4 PERSONALITY
▬▬ oo5 THEME SONGS
▬▬ oo6 OTHER JAZZ

AVALON


▬▬ oo1 ROLE Lady
▬▬ oo2 OTP OPEN - heterosexual
▬▬ oo3 SHORT BACK STORY Valkyrie
▬▬ oo4 PERSONALITY
▬▬ oo5 THEME SONGS
▬▬ oo6 OTHER JAZZ

[D i n o - M o]

Tip the glass forward. Pause. Tip the glass backwards. Pause.

Rinse and repeat.

Watching the last droplet of rum roll around the bottom of the glass had been the only action this male had been able to muster up in the last couple hours. Bored was too obvious a statement, in fact, at this point the long dark-haired male was pretty sure the whole bar had stopped to stare at him for at least a few minutes, each of them wondering what exactly was so damn interesting about an empty glass of rum. Or at least, that was the delusion he kept repeating to himself. In all actuality the bar had gone on as normal bars do. It had the first mate – albeit, the first mate of ship he too was on – who was looking to get some able bodied crew member to set sail. It had the drunkards all along the bar, sitting there either passed out or on the verge of pass out. It had the occasional fight from an idiot who looked at someone the wrong way. And, of course, there was the occasional strikingly attractive young man lonely person who sat down in the corner of the bar, trying to persuade themselves to get up and walk out. Which, right now, just to so happened to be this man right here. Tristus Mercier. However, to be completely and utterly truthful to his character – he doesn’t believe a word of any of that. Lonely? Him lonely? No, he wasn’t lonely. He had … company of sorts. Right now his company was an empty glass of rum. Most nights his bed was also pretty occupied. But, not like anyone would know that. Besides … he had friends. Or well, okay, friends wasn’t exactly the best term to use. But, anyway, all of that is beside the point. The point is Tristus doesn’t believe he’s lonely. However, he was very tempted to get up and leave. For, apparently, being a very un-lonely person, he was a very bored person at the moment. Recruiting people onto a ship that he honestly couldn’t care less about, wasn’t very high up on his list of priorities. This, was probably why he was on one side of the bar and a majority of the rest of the ship was on the other.

Lifting his eyes from the glass for moment, the thin male took a look at said group of people – only out of morbid curiosity. Nothing interesting really seemed to happening. There seemed to be a very small list of recruits, small enough to the point that he could count on one hand. Tristus tried to hold back his short bark of laughter, but didn’t succeed. It was amusing afterall that the list of people lining up seemed to be pretty minuscule, and from the looks of the two ladies over there Arachne seemed to be rather desperate. Not that he really blamed her, if he had her job he’d probably be desperate too – only because he’d end up wanting to get out of this dumb as soon as possible. The brunette leaned his chair back, and crossed his arms over his chest, continuing to watch the group of new recruits from afar. A couple of them seemed rather likely to side with him. Come on – there was him and then there was Horatio; not only was Tris obviously the better choice for multiple reasons, he was also way more attractive. Luck was on his side – and the Ivory Empire would be thrilled when he finally acquired the Blackstar for himself. Which, okay, wasn’t exactly in his job description… and okay, being the ship’s acting Navigator wasn’t exactly in his job description either. Truth be told, the job wasn’t going according to the description handed to the brunette what so ever – which, was exactly how he preferred it. Listening to rules had never really been a fond past time for Tristus, and just because some hotshot from the Ivory Empire believed he needed to be under wraps and completely unsuspicious about a matter – didn’t mean he had to listen. Besides, no one underestimated a Mercier and got away with it. He was the best of the best of the best, and that was exactly how it was going to stay.

With the thoughts of possible mutiny underway once more, the male felt a small smirk forming its way onto his lips. Maybe it was time to introduce himself to the recruits after all. Besides, it was always good to get a head start right? Horatio was God knows were doing God knows what – and he was well… here. Sure, he was drinking – but that was beside the point. Besides, walking over there meant being closer to Arachne. Now, she was a fine specimen, a very fine specimen indeed. If there was one person on the ship that wasn’t entirely useless – it was definitely her. Albeit he was using her, in more ways than one – if you catch my drift – but he was sure in the end the brunette would see his reasoning. Maybe even be a good little trophy wife. A groan passed through his lips. Okay, so wife wasn’t exactly the best choice of words – especially for this acting Navigator. Marriage wasn’t exactly in his cards. Love wasn’t in his cards. More fame and fortune however, now, that, that was in his cards. The lanky male however still didn’t have enough will power to get up and out of his chair. Messing with the First Mates head didn’t seem like it would cure his boredom for long, so he remained where he was for a while longer. Tilting his head towards the bar he lifted up his hand and waved it quickly, signaling to the bartender that he’d take another glass of rum. After this glass he would call it quits. The bar still hadn’t piqued his interest, and wasting the rest of what earnings he had left didn’t exactly sound all too appealing.

[D i n o - M o]

♔ 」RHYS
♔ 」HALF HUMAN/HALF SIDHE
♔ 」MIDDLE PRINCE
♔ 」OCTOBER





♔ 」SILAS
♔ 」YECH
♔ 」STABLEHAND
♔ 」SELENE





♔ 」KAIUS
♔ 」WOLF-SHIFTER
♔ 」RUNNER COMPANION
♔ 」AUTUMN





♔ 」TALLULAH
♔ 」BANSHEE
♔ 」MAID
♔ 」ORIEL





♔ 」LEIA
♔ 」SIREN
♔ 」DUCHESS
♔ 」KEANU





♔ 」ECAERIS
♔ 」ELF
♔ 」SCRIBE
♔ 」AURELIUS





♔ 」ALTAIR
♔ 」SKIN-WALKER
♔ 」THIEF
♔ 」DAENA

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▌ veda elise mendoza
▌ twenty-one
▌ female
▌ #022538
▌ D i n o - M o

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▌ kyan aksel min
▌ twenty-three
▌ male
▌ #5A0F0C
▌ D i n o - M o

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[D i n o - M o]

&&⇣《 ♕ ! T - THE FED - UP FRIEND ♔ .

SIENNA ANNELIESE TATE

◟⋆ NICKNAME(S) ⋙ sienna
◟⋆ AGE ⋙ seventeen
◟⋆ GRADE ⋙ senior


always second best. that's pretty much the only way sienna could describe herself. cheerleader co-captain. vice president. second place. second. second. second. she was used to it. it happened in her house, it happened in school - so she figured that's how life was. let her younger siblings have the attention, she didn't want it. let her best friend since practically infancy have the spotlight. for the longest time none of that stuff was important to sienna. being rich was all she cared about. the money, the clothes, the fame. the list was endless to her - and that was all that mattered. hell, she even had a bowling alley inside of her basement. that's the kind of life she had and cared for. until, all of a sudden, she just snapped. realizing that she hated being a shadow. she wasn't "sienna" to anyone really - she was always "that other tate sibling" or "the best friend", and that needed to change.



D i n o - M o.LINDA LIND

&&⇣《 ♕ ! T - THE PROMISCUOUS PRINCE ♔ .

NIKOLAS JASPER DASHKOV

◟⋆ NICKNAME(S) ⋙ niko, jas, prince
◟⋆ AGE ⋙ sixteen
◟⋆ GRADE ⋙ junior


Having been born a Dashkov, life has always been easy for Nikolas. The unfortunate part to that is, he acts exactly how you expect him to. He's arrogant, and feels like he deserves all the finer things in life - like he was born a God or something. Nikolas shares the spotlight with his sister, and pretty much rules the Junior class. Not to mention, he's slept with about half the Junior class. Actually, scratch that - he's probably slept with half the school's population. Not only does he always get what he wants as far as material things go - he usually gets what he wants as far as girls go as well. You've got yourself a nice pair of legs? Boobs? He'll more than likely have you in bed with him by the end of the week. He's knows he's attractive and embraces it, making sure to use it to his advantage. Niko's the King of "Get in, get off, and get out" - so don't expect a call back anytime soon. Flirtations his name, and swooning is definitely his game.



D i n o - M o.DOUGLAS BOOTH

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✴┋J-JAX ◞＆⇣ D A U N T L E S S ·· )

██ ♛ ❝ E↻N ⋮●⋮ E - ERUD⇣TE:◣

{ ⊹ T H E O ◞* ABNEGAT⇡ON ｡」




♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! FULL NAME ◞⋆ amadea june lester
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! NICKNAME ◞⋆ jax
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! AGE ◞⋆ seventeen
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! YEAR ◞⋆ seventh
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! HOUSE ◞⋆ dauntless
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! POSITIONS ◞⋆ prefect

Ever since she was a child, Jax knew where she belonged. It never occured to her to pick anything aside from Dauntless - a faction that she had been born into, just like her parents before her. Needless to say, it wasn't an uproar when yet another Lester turned out to be Dauntless. Although she isn't full of herself, and presents herself with grace and dignity - there's absolutely no question where her heart lies. She's brave, practically fearless and craves the adrenaline rush day by day. Sarcasm is her natural tongue, and stubborn is her middle name. There may be a few times where her quiet demeanor make people wonder - especially those in her own faction, but it only takes a matter of seconds to get them to shut their mouths. One side glance is all it takes - or, maybe the fact that her body is covered in nothing but tattoo's. Either way, this little spitfire takes her position as prefect very seriously - even thought it's a little difficult to keep her recklessness at bay for the sake of keeping herself out of trouble.


D I N O - M O.JULIA COLDFRONT

♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! FULL NAME ◞⋆ micah theodore pruitt
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! NICKNAME ◞⋆ theo
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! AGE ◞⋆ seventeen
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! YEAR ◞⋆ seventh
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! HOUSE ◞⋆ abnegation
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! POSITIONS ◞⋆ head boy

When you hear the name Pruitt, you automatically assume Amity. It's in the blood, through and through - and has been for multiple generations. Being the only Pruitt capable of passing on the family name, his faction was pretty much chosen for him at birth - but, it never felt right. Theo went with his gut when it was time to choose - and he went with the "Stiff's" - and hasn't looked back since. He's selfless, kind, and never likes to create a scene. No matter how hard others tried to rile him up, to get something anything out of him, he stayed in the background. Letting others walk all over him. It was always easy to pretend he didn't exist and actually preferred life that way. Until he hit his last year, and decided it was time to do the unthinkable and actually volunteer for a position in the house. Being Head Boy goes against everything Micah has worked and strived over the last seven years, but maybe it was time for a change.


D I N O - M O.MARVIN SHEKLER

♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! FULL NAME ◞⋆ gideon miles thornwood
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! NICKNAME ◞⋆ eon
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! AGE ◞⋆ seventeen
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! YEAR ◞⋆ seventh
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! HOUSE ◞⋆ erudite
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♚ . )&⇣《 ♕ ! POSITIONS ◞⋆ head boy

Growing up for Gideon hadn't been the easiest thing in the world. Having come from an Abnegation household put a small damped on how he supposed to act - and the problem with that was, he knew from a very young age he wasn't cut out for their life style. He was smart, enjoyed to read, and always seemed to want just a little bit more. Eon had a thirst for knowledge, but he had to somehow keep it under wraps until he started school. Sure, being the clever fellow he is - he managed this without the slightest hiccup. Acting selfless was easier than it seemed, even being one of the most selfish people he knew. When school started, Gideon was finally able to be who he knew he was meant to be. Sure, he lets it get to him - and happens to be a little too cocky for his own good, thinking knowing he's able to accomplish just about everything. Planning is a priority, learning is a necessity, and to be honest there really isn't room for much more. Having become Head Boy hasn't exactly helped the matter much, either. If anything it only gets to his head that much more.


D I N O - M O .ZAC EFRON

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◦ ◦ ⇣ THE RISING QUEEN ××
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"&&( FULL NAME ) tab sienna anneliese tate
"&&( NICKNAME ) tab sienna
"&&( AGE ) tab seventeen
"&&( GRADE ) tab senior
"&&( FACE CLAIM ) tab ashley benson


More than half the time, people will only take one look at Sienna. But from that one look they usually come up with one of two conclusions. One; "She's the best friend of the reigning queen." Two; "Isn't she related to that one Tate?". For as long as she could remember, that's how it's been. Growing up she didn't mind. Her family had everything, and in turn was able to give her everything. Her dad being a big shot owner of a chain of restaurants and a chain of hotels. Her mom on the other hand, was just a simple socialite. Her job was to stay on the arm of her husband, and give him the perfect image. A trophy wife. Sienna had a bowling alley in her basement, all the clothes she ever wanted or needed, and maybe just one too many pairs of shoes. Spoiled to the tee, but she never flaunted it. In fact, she was okay with living in the shadows compared to her younger brother, and her now estranged best friend. One day, however, she just snapped. She was capable of more than just second best. Co-Captain of the Cheerleading squad? Why not Captain? Vice-President of Student Council? It was time to run for president. Show the school that there was more to her than being "the other Tate." This year, it's her turn to shine.



D I N O - M O.

◦ ◦ ⇣ THE SLUTTY PRINCE ××
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"&&( FULL NAME ) tab nikolas jasper dashkov
"&&( NICKNAME ) tab niko, jas, prince
"&&( AGE ) tab sixteen
"&&( GRADE ) tab junior
"&&( FACE CLAIM ) tab douglas booth


Spoiled? Check. Good looks? Check. Charming personality? Check, and mate. To put it simply, life for Nikolas has been pretty easy. Sure, his family might have struggled a little bit when his father decided it was time to abandon them when Niko was born - but that was just a small little detail. Although he was raised in a household with two females, life really wasn't that bad. There were two ways life could have gone about - one, he was the type of child to play with barbie dolls... or two, he grew to have a very fond liking of the opposite sex. Although the former was very tempting, the latter of the two came out in a very strong first place. Niko new he was hot from a very young age, and knew exactly when to flaunt it. Getting a girl into his bed was a hobby, and that was just the way he liked it. He knew how to get the women, and used it to his advantage. A stable relationship, however, is not in his vocabulary. Being the king of "getting in, getting off, and getting out" was what his reputation was built on. Getting a call back from Niko is unheard of, and albeit - there probably isn't one girl in the school he hasn't slept with. Let's just say he loves his sex, and is very very talented at getting what he wants.



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◦ ◦ ⇣ THE INTELLIGENT ATHLETE ××
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"&&( FULL NAME ) tab aalorah jiselle castillo
"&&( NICKNAME ) tab aj, castillo, al
"&&( AGE ) tab seventeen
"&&( GRADE ) tab senior
"&&( FACE CLAIM ) tab vanessa hudgens


Twenty minutes. That's how old Aalorah was when her twin sister was born into the world. It doesn't seem like much, but to the Castillo family that twenty minutes was practically a matter of night and day. It didn't take more than a few years for the family to realize just how special AJ actually was. In fact, she was gifted with the three B's. Brains, brawns, and beauty. Growing up was easy, and that was just how AJ liked it. However, the one thing she didn't like was being raised prim and proper. Long nails, excessive make-up, and dresses were never her thing. Being bred to be out in the social spotlight as a lady just didn't mix well with AJ, in fact she always found herself to be one of the guys. Jeans were her go to, converse were a must, and hell she even played Basketball for heavens sake (which, given her height, is a miracle in and of itself.) Her parents were never really thrilled when it came to that - but given how lucky the girl was, they decided that if that was what kept her happy than who were they to stop her? Maybe in time she'd grow into the dresses. Or, at least, that's what the like to keep telling themselves. AJ is a little rough around the edges, and not exactly the most graceful person in the world. She tends to act more like a boy than a girl, and definitely takes everything she has for granted. The eldest twin has a temper like no other, and is stubborn to the T. She has her own set way of doing things, and if they aren't followed she'll be on the sidelines throwing a bit of a tantrum. If this girl is one thing, it's definitely determined. She's determined to get the guy, determined to get the grades, and determined to make it into the Olympics at some point or another. College? Eh, sure, but at the moment her heart is set on sports. It's always been her go to when she can't talk to her twin - whom she was pretty much inseparable from since birth. Sarcasm is her first language, arrogance runs in for a close second, and for a not so distant third is that driven willpower.



D I N O - M O.

◦ ◦ ⇣ THE ARTISTIC REBEL ××
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"&&( FULL NAME ) tab atticus ryan tate
"&&( NICKNAME ) tab art
"&&( AGE ) tab sixteen
"&&( GRADE ) tab junior
"&&( FACE CLAIM ) tab jake abel


Surprisingly enough, being the second born in the Tate family didn't have a downfall. In fact, for Atticus he was treated like royalty. Why? Because he is the only male heir. It's his job to take on the family business and it will be his job to carry on the family name. He doesn't mind it, and takes pride in being the only hope for the Tate clan to carry on - however, deep deep down, he knows he doesn't want to carry on with the family business. Running restaurants and hotels has never really been his passion. He's good at it, or at least, he assumes he'd be good at it (considering he's good at pretty much everything else) - but it has never really been where his heart lies. Atticus hasn't told his parents, and to be honest he doesn't exactly plan too. Sure, he's good at art - a natural, even - but he has sucked it up that his duty is to the family. His parents find it to be a phase, Sienna on the other hand pushes him on almost a daily basis to try and get him to just follow his heart. Even though the family business is chained to him, the male still walks around with a sketchbook in hand. For the time being art is his life, and with his intelligence - maybe there will be a chance for him to somehow combine the two things. Considering the fact that he is only sixteen, and still has a while to go - Atticus takes pride in his school work for the meantime, and does his best to focus on his doodles. Maybe though, in a few years - he'll get the best of both worlds.


D I N O - M O.

[D i n o - M o]

Inside of the limo sat a quiet blonde woman, her eyes fixated solely on the seat in front of her – clearly deep in thought. See, for Elodie Lee life wasn’t exactly making any sense right now. Although she had a general idea as to where she was headed, and although she knew exactly who she was (or thought she knew, for that matter) – the small girl had no inkling as to why she was on her way to this mansion. It was a reality show that she had signed up for apparently, and that was the part that didn’t make any sense. El never did reality shows. It was one thing watching them on TV. Seeing bachelors and bachelorette’s get together on ABC was different than actually being the one to participate in it. Sure, thirty-two was a good enough age as any to get married… but the question that was honestly puzzling her was “Am I actually this desperate to find love? On a TV show of all places?” So obviously, the only logical explanation the blonde could come up with was the fact that this had all been a dare. Then again … who had dared her seemed to be missing in the equation. The when also. Letting her eyes glance away from the chair for a moment, El found herself looking outside watching the landscape pass by in a blur of green.

[D i n o - M o]

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_WHEN _ YOU _ TRY _ TO _ FIGHT _ FATE, _ YOU _ LOSE _ OR _ YOU _ DIE

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▮ ROLE : four
▮ NAME : landon malachi cain.
▮ AGE : twenty-eight
▮ MODEL : andrew cooper.
▮ SAMPLES : link.
▮ SONG : song title by artist.
THE SONG YOU LINK IS YOUR CHARACTER'S SONG. IT SHOULD FIT THEM. I DON'T CARE WHAT LANGUAGE IT'S IN BUT I NEED TO KNOW THE TITLE IN ENGLISH, BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO BECOME YOUR CHARACTER'S ROLE TITLE. OBVIOUSLY IT SHOULDN'T BE EXTREMELY LONG.

▮ from a very young age, landon had always been a funny. or, at least that had always been his main goal. to get everyone to laugh. it was what he was good at, and albeit he wasn't the best with being serious - although he did try - he always ended up trying to turn serious and somber notes into cheerful ones.
▮ he grew up with two younger siblings - a brother and a sister - both of which he was very protective of. especially considering he wound up being both of their parents.
▮ at around the age of twelve, his mother ended up passing away and his father turned into an alcoholic like the flip of a switch. his soul mate - his one and only love, was gone and now he had nothing... no one. except for his three children, but they apparently weren't enough.
▮ landon grew up relatively fast - or did his best to, and albeit he was still cracking jokes... if only to lighten the mood and keep his brother and sister from worrying too much.
▮ he didn't really have too many friends growing up, a lot of them tended to make fun of him for having to take care of both his siblings and his father. so, for that reason, he grew up only trusting himself and his family (not so much his father...)
▮ when it was time for everyone his age to head to college, landon stayed behind in the small town that he felt so trapped in - but didn't have a means of escaping. he felt obligated to his younger siblings, and felt like he couldn't leave them yet. so he stayed and went to a local community college and took up a degree in business. it never really bothered him that everyone else his age was either married, having children, or off in another state fulfilling their dreams. he was pretty content with where he was at. string or no string.
▮ after graduating from the community college at twenty, and both of his siblings finally around the age that they were old enough to be on their own, landon took off for the big city and finished up his schooling to get a bachelors in business. the one world that had always attracted him.
▮ after attaining his final degree, he finally got his string. at first he was a little hesitant on the matter - not so sure that he actually believed in the thing, but wound up following it out of curiosity.
▮ after a year of searching, landon found his "soul mate" who, believe it or not, had actually been a girl from his home town. he'd known her a while - and though they had never talked, he had admired her from afar. a crush that he had never acted upon, and now the fate god's seemed to be smiling down on him.
▮ he asked her out on a couple of dates, and things seemed to be running smoothly - at least he thought so on his end. landon had grown attached pretty fast - unfortunately, and next thing he knew... she was telling him goodbye. apparently, while he had been thinking about their future... she'd been thinking about her means of escape. the girl had never liked the idea of the string - and apparently all those red lines he'd seen had been her trying to cut it off.
▮ she killed herself, he actually had the privilege to watch it all happen - also. they had been crossing the street, having a conversation about the strings - to be precise. one minute she was walking with him, and the next minute he turned around only to see that she was still in the middle of the street watching traffic come - daring for one of the cars to slam into her. and, well, they did.
▮ his heart shattered that day, and he has never been able to look back.
▮ his personality took a switch that day, and landon wasn't the best at trying to keep the smiles on peoples faces anymore. his job didn't appeal to him much anymore, and life just seemed to be ticking by slowly, taunting him. the fat god's laughing at him.
▮ his life that had once been on the right track, had come to a dead end.
▮ what hurt the most, however, was the fact that a year later another string decided to pop up on his finger.
▮ instantly, flashbacks started flashing through his head and he knew he couldn't go through that pain again. losing his mother had hurt. losing his father to alcohol had been a big blow. and losing his potential soul mate to a suicide? life had thrown him too many curves - and this was one curve he wasn't willing to follow.
▮ landon is quiet now, indecisive, and sarcastic. pessimism is his best friend, and he does everything in his power to try and cut that string on his finger. he see's it as a taunt. it haunts him every day and every night, reminding him of all the loses he has faced in his life time.

[D i n o - M o]

Six months.

One hundred and eighty-two days.

Four thousand three hundred and eight-three hours.

To a normal human being it would seem like eternity. So much could happen in half of a year – so much news that you couldn’t even cover in the span of an hour. To a fae though – one that had lived for centuries, six months shouldn’t seem more than a blink of an eye. But, for Dyson it had. It started with him losing Hale. His best friend, his partner in crime-solving for god knows how long. Where one went, you were bound to see the other. The icing to the cake though, was when he lost Kenzi. Lost. That was a funny word to be using the wolf realized at that moment, and managed to let out a dark chuckle at the thought. They weren’t lost. Lost was a word you used when you misplaced your keys or left behind your credit card a restaurant. That was lost. This was … death. It was forever, and there was no turning back. It didn’t matter how hard Bo tried to figure a way to get her best friend back. It didn’t matter how many texts the male would send to Kenzi’s phone (which still had yet to be disconnected). No matter what they did – he, Bo, Lauren, and Trick. There was no way they could see the bright, cheerful, and energetic face again. It wasn’t that Dyson was being pessimistic. He was just being realistic. Standing there, staring at barely lit up screen of his phone for the umpteenth time that day, he knew this. Yet, there was something deep down that let him hope. A small sliver of light that dared try to peek itself out no matter how many times they failed at locating the last Hel shoe.

Pressing the lock button on the side of his phone, the wolf stuffed the electronic device into his back pocket before finally walking into the Dal. It was empty, save for Trick who was stationed right where he should be, at the bar. Giving a nod to the male, Dyson closed the distance between them and plopped himself down on one of the bar stools. Within a matter of seconds two shot glasses were placed in front of him, and a golden liquid poured expertly into them a few moments later. No words needing to be uttered between the two of them as they each picked up their own respective shot glasses and clinked them together with just a nod as a toast before the each downed the shot. “Thanks.” Was all the wolf could utter before setting the now empty shot glass back on the counter. Trick picked it up along with his and placed them in the sink behind him before turning around and raising one of his eyebrows. “Did Bo go looking for the final Hel shoe again?” Again, the wolf nodded his head in response. “She said something about a bird’s nest.” The Blood King and the wolf let out a simultaneous sigh – the two of them automatically expect a dead end. Tamsin may have heeded multiple warnings to group, trying to discourage them from heading to Valhalla – but even if Dyson listened to her logic, there was no stopping Bo. Bo was determined to find her sister and all the wolf could do was sit on the side lines and watch as his other half came back empty handed time and time again. There wasn’t much comforting he could do when she only seemed to come back more determined than before.

Linking his fingers together, Dyson leaned forward on the bar – completely content with the silence that had fallen over the room. There wasn’t much he could speak about now, at least nothing that Trick didn’t already know of. Bo was sure to keep them both informed on the Hel shoe situation, even if they both weren’t exactly forthcoming with the fact that the first one had been moved to the Dal. Honestly, the wolf just wanted everything to go back to normal. Or, at least as normal as it could be with two of the most important people in his recent life passing away. Where it was just him and Bo against the world. Going back to saving the Fae together – and none of this going off to find a Hel shoe deal. Stop the searching and just move on. Let the grieving start and the normal time of moving on to actually come into place. Because, there hadn’t been any of that. Ever since Kenzi had sacrificed herself to save everyone – they hadn’t just stopped. No one had stopped to smell the roses. To stop and just cry over the loss of a love one. It was moving and avoiding the subject at all costs, hoping that maybe… just maybe the final shoe will be found and it’ll make them one step closer to getting Kenzi back. He taller male wanted her back, he did – more so than people probably expect … but it all seemed like a puzzle. A never ending puzzle where they only get fed pieces of the information, to make it seem like there was an end. If Bo did find the second shoe though, and she did get to Valhalla. What then? They wouldn’t just hand over a human. They made it impossible for anyone to go in – so why would they make it easier to come out? They wouldn’t. Letting another sigh pass through his lips as these thoughts raced through his head – the Fae shifted slightly in his seat secretly hoping that maybe just maybe it would all come to an end today.

Catching the sound of something ruffling around from the outside, the wolf’s ears perked up – only slightly curious. The Dal was closed for a few more hours, so it couldn’t be a customer. Could it be Bo? Or was it Lauren? “There’s someone outside.” The male stated casually, not wanting to leave Trick in the dark about the matter. As if right on cue, however, the door opened and immediately the Fae caught a whiff off Bo’s scent. Turning in his bar chair slightly, Dyson faced the door to see Bo approaching fast – taking something out from her pocket and setting it down on the table with a triumphant smirk on her face. “ You found it.” The statement was matter-of-fact, the male not finding a need to question the Succubus. His face showed indifference to the finding of the second shoe, but deep down he was disappointed. With this Hel shoe found, it only meant another clue which would only lead to another clue and then another one – until finally ending with more heartbreak. “I did, but it’s useless unless I have the second one,” Her eyes drifted from Dyson on over to Trick. The elder male eyed her carefully – not waiving at her gaze in the slightest. “Trick, if you would kindly hand it over.” The Blood king stood there for a moment longer, staring down his granddaughter before finally offering only a small nod and taking it out – but not handing it over quiet yet. “Be careful. We don’t know what these will do to you when you put them on.” Bo’s jaw tightened, and she shook her head not liking where this was going in the slightest. She just wanted to find Kenzi and rescue her. Was that too much to ask? “Trick, we don’t have time. We have no idea what’s happening to Kenzi down there. Is she being treated badly? Neglected? Tortured? We don’t have time to analyze these shoes.”

“Bo.” Dyson started as warning, which only earned him a glance from the Dark Fae. With a roll of her eyes, Bo finally let out a disgruntled sound in agreement. “Alright, I’ll call Lauren and have her help – does that work for you?” The two males looked at each other, and only nodded before Trick handed over the second Hel shoe. In a matter of seconds Bo was retreating her steps and leaving the Dal. “She’s not going to go through with that, Dyson.” Trick stated, starring at the door his granddaughter had just stepped out of – a sound of defeat lingering in his voice, with a small hint of fear. “I know.” With a dejected sigh, the wolf turned back to the bar looking at Trick. “All we can do is hope. Which is all we’ve been able to do, anyway.”

It wasn’t even three full hours later, and Bo had already gone off to do something stupid – like they had all predicted was going to happen. They also, however, had no way of actually stopping. Lauren had called Dyson immediately after Bo had slipped on the second shoe – rambling on about how she hadn’t had time to check her vitals or anything and of course mentioning the fact that Bo had in fact vanished into thin air the second the shoe’s where on. So now, everything was in the hands of the Succubus and there was only so much the three of them could do – actually, the only things they really could do was prepare and hope for her return. They just needed to figure out where exactly that was going to be. Pushing himself up from one of the tables, with Tamsin’s diary in hand – something they had barely managed to acquire just an hour before – Dyson began pacing reading the pages trying to figure something out. Anything out.

“Why couldn’t Tamsin just… tell us any of this herself.” Lauren piped up, after flipping through yet another book they had laying out on the table. The frustration was clear in her voice – then again, it was pretty much evident that everyone was feeling the same thing. They had a job to make sure that Bo and Kenzi both made it back to the real world safe and sound – it was just proving to be difficult because Tamsin had her mouth completely sealed shut on the matter, and wasn’t offering much of any help. It was a miracle that she had even handed over her diary in the first place. “That’s difficult to explain. But, a Valkyrie is bound by secrecy. If they discuss anything from their worlds – they die.” Dyson looked up from his book for a moment and opened his mouth, but closed it a moment later shaking his head and going back to reading. “So, she’s completely stuck? Can’t even mention that she can’t communicate about this in anyway?” Trick nodded his head, “That’s right.”

“Guys, listen to this.” The wolf finally speaks up, running his finger down the page of the diary trying to find the right spot. “She’s talking about a human, and then goes on to say: ‘He thinks my job is so easy. Heaven, Hell. But it’s so much more than that. I have to run along now I’m sneaking off to Tartarus...’” Dyson trails off, and finally stops his pacing and looks down towards Trick with a questionable look in his eye. “Tartarus…?” Lauren asks, speaking up for the wolf and asking the one thing they both collectively didn’t exactly understand. Trick opens up a book that holds a map of the different realms the Valkyrie’s have control over. “I thought it was fiction,” The elder Fae admits before pointing and continuing to explain. “Folklore says that souls are assigned to different realms.” Lauren only lets out another sigh, and points at the map where Valhalla his. “But wouldn’t the shoes bring her here, to Kenzi?” Dyson, who had gone back to reading raises his hand up for a moment and goes back to reading. “Wait, it says here that everyone was talking about a pair of shoes. They were created for the non-Valkyries so that they could go to Valhalla along the …. Bifröst?” The Blood King nods his head, confirming that Dyson had it right. “Yes. It’s a road that connects the different realms – almost like a teleporter.” Scratching the back of his neck, the wolf goes back to the Diary, and flips a page to continue reading about the shoes. “The wearer can collect the souls… and create and army. A dark one that could end all life.” Everyone stops for a moment and look back and forth at each other, confused as to why these shoes only work on Bo. What did they want with Bo? Shaking his head, not satisfied with how this was going – Dyson flung himself back into reading the diary flipping back and forth through the pages trying to find something else, anything else. As if right on cue, a drawing caught his eye – and he stopped before setting it down on the table atop the other books and pointed at it his long fingers. “There. I’ve been there. I found Tamsin here… it says this is where they cross over to Valhalla. However, it’ll only reveal itself to Valkyries.”

“Well, maybe we’ll just have to trick it into thinking we’re one.” The blonde stated, pushing herself up from the table as well and glancing over at Dyson. “I found some of Tamsin’s hair in Massimo’s stash, he said something about it opening up everything.” At the mention of Massimo’s name Dyson felt a small shiver crawl down his spine. He’d never liked that guy, and it had showed itself to be a good reason too. “I try to avoid anything dealing with Massimo, but if that hair does what he says it does – let’s go open some gates.” Lauren nodded her head, a small determined smile forming on her lips. Reaching over the table she picked up on of the books and then started to exit the Dal. “Well, let’s go then.” Together the two took their exit of the Dal – leaving Trick behind to look over the rest of the books to see if they missed anything else. Anything important. “The hair is back at my apartment, we’ll pick it up and then you can take us to the gate.” Not needing to utter a response in agreement, the wolf took out his car keys from his pocket and pressed the unlock button. “Get in.”

Within the next hour the pair were stationed in front of a graffiti wall, Lauren had the incantation book in hand along with the blonde strands of Tamsin’s hair. “Good luck.” Was all the male could say as he took a quick glance from Lauren and then back to the brick wall. All of this seemed so surreal. He had faith that Bo was determined to bring Kenzi back – but at the same time his heart was aching. This was going to be a cruel joke – a prank, even. It was going to end in disaster. Dyson just knew it, and could sense that something was going to go terribly wrong with all of this. He didn’t know when, didn’t know how – but it was just something he couldn’t shake. He was thrilled that Kenzi was going to finally be home. That after six months he was going to finally see her shining face once again – and see that strong human he always believe in. But, deep down he knew someone was going to be paying a price to bring the petite spitfire back on this earth – and with Lauren uttering the words the norse language to get that wall open, all his heart could do was pound over a mile a minute.

His eyes watched the wall carefully as Lauren’s voice came to sudden halt. Seconds later the graffiti wall was replaced with the gate he had only seen once before. The iron bars where shut, but that wasn’t going to stop him – especially with that cry for help that was already piercing his ears. The wolf started for the doors and placed his hand on them, pushing on them with all of his might. Something had worked – he wasn’t sure who or what was there, but someone that sounded an awful lot like Kenzi was calling for him. Not even a single pair of bars could stand in his way. The second the gate was home, he made a dash inside not wanting to waste another second – but Lauren stopped him. Her voice had changed, a dark demonic pitch took over and her eyes blackened almost to that of a Valkyrie trying to scare its prey. “Upon blessed wings, our allegiance carried forth a human soul – back to her body as requested by our leader. And you, Wolf, have trespassed upon forbidden territory.” Lauren’s face returned to normal, but she started to fall forward – seeming weakened by what happened. The Fae closed the short distance between them and caught her before she could fall to the ground – Tamsin’s hair falling from her grasp in the process, but at this point he could care less. “Kenzi.” Dyson nodded his head slowly, and turned to look at the stone wall in front of them. “Yeah.”

Almost immediately the screaming continued, and the two were reminded that they had a human to save from her coffin. After helping Lauren back on her feet, Dyson and she took off running through the maze presented before them. Straining all of his sense, the wolf tracked the scent and the scream of Kenzi. It may have been six months – but there was no way he could forget anything about the petite, yet very strong human. Taking a left, and then a right – he could tell they were getting closer and closer. But he was sure then was only a matter of time that Kenzi had left. How long had she been there? An hour? Minutes? Seconds? He didn’t know – didn’t care right now. All he cared about was getting her back. If he couldn’t rescue Hale he would sure as hell rescue this spitfire, and there wasn’t a dammed thing that was going to stand in his way.

“Kenzi, Kenzi!” The wolf yelled, as her scent came to a stop and her voice only grew louder – but at the same time, weakened. Her heart was pounding, something he could hear faintly even with her being six feet under. They had time. “Kenzi, we’re coming!” The blonde human called out, as she spun around which Dyson could only assume was to find a shovel. Which, was something he didn’t have time for. His fingers hit the ground and he started digging. What? It was in his nature after all. Dyson tossed dirt pile after dirt pile to the side not stopping once to take a breather. “Kenzi!” He repeated her name over and over, as if it was going to magically solve every single problem presented to him. Lauren was back in the game now – making the digging process go a little faster as she dug up larger chunks of the dirt.

An eternity passed, it seemed, before either of them could spot the black wooden coffin Kenzi was bound to be in. Whipping away the last few inches of the dirt to outline the rest of the object – Dyson grabbed onto one of the edges and ripped it open. The site before him had his throat tightening in seconds, and it took everything in his power to choke back any of tears that even dared try to fall.

“Kenzi,” his voice was a mere whisper, as he reached out in instinct and brushed a strand of her now brunette hair. She may have changed her hair – but he knew, he knew she was still the same. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he lifted her up from her coffin bridal style and made his way out of the hole. “I’ve got you, Kenz.” Dyson stated, his voice still the same whisper – as he looked down at the petite female, making sure to be careful with every move and stride he made. “Let’s get her to the lab, quickly – we need to a double check a few things...” Lauren swallowed for a moment, a little choked up – but managed to compose herself not too long after. “just to make sure everything is intact.”

The whole drive to the lab, Dyson held onto Kenzi’s limp hand – she had passed out not too long after digging her out of her grave – he knew she wouldn’t leave, but at the same time he didn’t want to risk anything. They had just gotten their warrior back, and there was no way he was going to lose her again. In all of his years of living, he hadn’t met one human that had affected him as much as Kenzi had. Not one that was as strong as Kenzi. None of them could even compare, and none of them ever would. His hand tightened its grip around hers slightly, running his dirt crested thumb over the top – as he looked out the window watching the world flash by before them as Lauren continued to drive them to the lab.

Once they arrived, he lifted her up onto a stretcher – still making sure that his hand was connected with hers, as Lauren hooked up the oxygen mask and a few other things before they started pushing her through the halls. Not once did Dyson ever disconnect his gaze from Kenzi, nor his hand. A warm – but slightly worried smile was etched onto his features as the took the last few turns until they were finally safe and sound inside of Lauren’s lab.

Maybe, Dyson’s instinct had been wrong. Maybe, everything was going to be okay.

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One Halloween night, Twenty-Three years ago Elias Matthew Hayes was brought into this world. The night was fitting, or at least his parents thought so - a dreary and never-ending sort of night seemed fitting for their not so welcomed second child. They Hayes had sworn to stop after their first born daughter Carly had been born - but the fates decided to align against them one more time. You see, Alexander Hayes already had the life he dreamed of. He had the car he'd wanted since he was sixteen, the job that paid for all the bills and then some, and not to mention the money he could spend on whatever the hell he wanted. A wife? Ha. Family? Who cared. The only time there was ever really an inclination that Elias' father wanted to be well, just that, would be during the Holidays. He'd spew some sort of bullshit that this next year would be different. Vacations would be had, bonds would form - yadda, yadda, yadda. Taylor Beckett wasn't all that different. Her job wasn't exactly well paying, but it had been and always would be a huge passion of hers. Traveling the world with her band - yes, that's why she sounded familiar - had been her top priority. Sure, she was around a tad bit more - the occasional two or three month break once or twice a year, but beyond that she was off to God knows where. So, Elias and Carly grew up only having each other. Or, well, each other and a nanny.

It wasn't until Eli was four and Carly was nine that Taylor decided it was time for her band to get swinging again. The group had decided for her that her children were now old enough to be cared for solely by a nanny - and well, she figured it was ago to go along with her decision. They were just kids to her after all, those annoying, yelling, slobber faced demon spawns that just so happened to come from her. The band was off and they'd be gone for weeks at a time, sometimes even months. When they were home, it wasn't all that great either. Eli and Carly were practically locked up in their separate rooms as to make sure they didn't disturb the band if they were around practicing. Which, of course, they were half of the time because the acoustic set up in this house just so happened to be what they needed. Yeah, playing from the garage of a house was totally beneath them - and apparently always had been. However, this didn't stop little Elias from being a master escape artist. The boy was five now, wanted to see his mother - and went all Tommy Pickles from the Rugrats, pulling out a toy screwdriver and doing what TV shows tried to teach him. (The poor kid, to this day, still thinks the screw driver is what got him out of the room...) Anyway, Eli winds up wandering the halls of the house - opening up door after door, until finally he heard music blasting from one of them. With his curiosity piqued, he opened up the door and with his arms spread open the naive male took of towards his mother. Or, well, until his eyes spotted something with strings, and shiny spools, and even a nice glossy would-like finish. That's right, an acoustic guitar.

From that moment on the five year old and the acoustic guitar were never to be parted. His parents weren't exactly thrilled about the situation - then again, it got their mistake out of their hair

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| ❁ _█▐▒【__ ❝ ALASTAIR ‘ﾟ┊ orion ◦. CAIN❞_ 】██

forgive me, ❤ [ ✧ ] "A man is only as faithful as his options."
t h i s . i s . y o u r . s o u l , I'm here for the cake .__|||__Ｉ｀ｍ ｓｅｒｉｏｕｓ. Ｗｏｕｌｄ ｙｏｕ ｍａｒｒｙ ｍｅ？__|||__let's stop this game of charades and facades...

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MY DNA COMES FROM d i n o - m o
BIRTH NAME alastair orion cain
NICKNAME al, alice (don't even ask)


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BIRTH DATE March/28th
AGE twenty-five
GENDER male
HEIGHT 6'2"
WEIGHT 169 lbs
HAIR COLOR raven black
EYE COLOR surprisingly enough, red
COMPLEXION pale ivory
OTHER moles, birth marks, sixth finger...


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