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F U L LXN A M E
Jaiden Asher Lily Price

N I C K N A M E (S)
Jai | Most commonly used by everyone

Ash/Asher | Used by those closest to her

Lily | Childhood nickname by her mother, in turn, she isn't a fan of that one

B I R T H D A Y
October 25th

A G E
21 | But is rumored about being older, at least 28-30 by now

S P E C I E S
Witch

S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual | Unknown preference as she's never dated anyone before

E T H N I C I T Y
Unknown | She's too much of a mix to know for sure

H O M E T O W N
Old Orchard Beach, Maine

H E X
Speech | Thought

S T Y L E
Her sense of style is something some would consider an oddity, especially for her age. Jaiden can usually be seen darker colors, anything from sweaters, jackets, hoodies, and t-shirts, to sun dresses and things on the formal end of fashion. She'll gladly wear jeans, boots, and a t shirt for the night on the town, or sweat pants and sweaters on a cold night in her house. Whatever the occasion, she will always be seen with her 8mm gages that she has in both ears. She'll also be seen with an old locket made of copper hung around her neck, no one knows what's inside of the locket and she prefers to keep it that way as she always keeps it on a tight chain around her neck.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'0" | 108lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Despite her age, Ash is one for style, commonly dressing in things that tend to either be form-fitting or free-flowing that help make her seem less small. Her skin is of a soft, light brown tone while in direct sunlight it is somewhat pale, with dark brown eyes and a set of equally dark and curly hair sits atop her head which is usually covered by a hat or hood. She has been described as childish and dainty when meeting her for the first time as she is always seen moving or doing something that requires her to move, so some say she is rather unpredictable as they never know what she is going to do next. She is also described as being energetic and can usually be seen with a smile on her face that seems to be contagious for those that manage to see her smile.

Aside from clothing, she is covered in art, not exactly covered from head to toe, but she does have her fair share of tattoos, and for those that are lucky enough to see them, as she almost always wears long sleeves or jackets, they'll have seen the plethora that covers her body. On her back from shoulder to shoulder and that reaches down to the small of her back, she has what seems to bemetalic wings that seem to be molting while the majority are completely intact. On the right side of her torso, she has ancientrunes alongside her abdomen and no one seems to be able to understand what the mean exactly aside from her. She has elemental runes outlined and tattooed on her left bicep, it is one of her most noticeable tattoos if she is not wearing a long sleeves shirt or jacket. One of her last tattoos is three phases of the moon on her right forearm, that is her most prominent and noticeable tattoos, one that she has slight regret about getting. And lastly, her final tattoo is of a single black feather that ends in a flock of birds, which is tattooed on her right collarbone and is personally one of her favorites.

L I K E S
Nature, first and foremost she loves and adores nature. From animals and sounds of nature itself, something about it brings a sense of peace and calmness to her | Coffee, Ash has a sweet tooth and something about the sweet and bitter mix of coffee is somewhat of a guilty pleasure as she knows it isn't exactly good for her | Horror and scary movies, she loves the feeling of the rush that horror films give her, but they have to be the classics, as the modern-day ones seem too predictable and not scary to her, if anything she finds them funny | Music, it doesn't matter what kind it is, except for country and rap, Ash will always have music playing wherever she goes as it helps her concentrate | Piano, guitar, and violin, something about those instruments to her are one of the few things she found herself spending the most time with from an early age | Art, Jaiden has a massive love for all art pieces, something about getting a peek into someone else's mind through art has always fascinated her | Photography, she can always be seen with a camera in her hand no matter where she is | Video games, she has a healthy love for video games and would gladly stay at home playing with friends if they weren't feeling well or just wanted to be lazy | Sweets, as mentioned before she has a love for anything that is sweet and contains sugar, especially cookies and cakes. If you offer her food you'll be more than likely on her good side until you manage to piss her off enough | Lumos, Nox, and Melvin, she would do anything for them and if it wasn't for her pets she doesn't know what she would do, seeing as they're the only family she's had for years by now |

D I S L I K E S
Fire, contrary to popular belief she absolutely hates fire as even simply the smell or the heat it radiates causes panic and anxiety to find its way through her therefore she hates that is what she possesses as a witch | Sour Foods, something about the taste and consistency they have always gave her a stomachache afterwards | Silence, as it causes massive waves of anxiety to rush through her | Loud or sudden noises, as they can be unpredictable anything that goes off without warning scares her more than they do to others | Cars and vehicles, she hates anything to do with cars ever since she was a child and would gladly walk through the coldest weather to get to where she needs to be than get into a car | Hurting anyone else, the last thing she wants to do is hurt anyone else ever again so as often as she can she prefers to be by herself | Herself, as mentioned prior, she doesn't like the idea of possibly hurting anyone else, which in turn has caused her to have some self hate for having hurt the people she loved in the past | Most religions, as her kind has been tortured and killed for false accusations in the past hundreds of years |

P E R S O N A
Jaiden is a bit of an oddity, to say the least. Normally she is a shy, quiet, socially awkward recluse that is constantly home as she is self-employed as a graphic designer and freelance artist that is either too busy to go outside and see her few friends that she has, or she's simply not feeling it and would rather stay in her room and work, play video games, or read some light novels in her room by herself with some soft music in the background while drinking tea or coffee. But at the same time, she can be a happy and bubbly outgoing person who wants to go out on the town and go to bars and clubs with her friends, that once she gets drunk enough she is easily a flirt with her friends when normally she is rather awkward and reserved.

Much like the element that she possesses control over she is one that is easy to piss off and be angered easily and as some of her friends have referred to her as "hot-headed", the pun intended or not is all the same to her. She can be happy and laughing with friends one second and something can be said and she can easily be upset and storms off until she calms down enough to come back and go back to having a good time with her friends. When left alone with certain people she is seen as kind and caring, as well as a good listener and shoulder to cry on from time to time, always happy to lend a listening ear from those she holds close. But even then for those, she holds close, she holds them at an arms reach and then some, never wanting to get too close to someone in case she hurts someone else again, and if she were to she could never forgive herself. Which is another reason why she feels like the odd one out in her friend group, a small voice at the back of her mind constantly telling her that they don't actually like her but find her more of a burden and sometimes even a freak, which causes her to stay at home and only really go out when her friends reach out to her first, otherwise she could continue living in her home by herself and her pets for the rest of her life.

Meanwhile, deep down she is a lost, damaged, confused, scared girl that just really needs a guiding hand to help her overcome her struggles and past traumas, as well as help overcome her self hatred and learn to let go of the past and move on. But until that day comes, if it ever does, she remains the same old Jaiden, the scared and lonely, emotionally vulnerable person that simply needs someone to be there for her and help her move passed all the bad things and learn to live life to the fullest and accept herself for who, and what she is.

T H E C U R S E
Much like the rest of the Witch race, Jaiden was born with supernatural gifts and abilities that one would usually love to have and use to its greatest potential. But unlike most Witches, Jaiden despises what she was born with and wishes nothing more than to get rid of what she was what she considered cursed with. As she was born with the ability to control, create, manipulate and bend fire to her every whim. But as everyone knows fire is an incredibly unpredictable and devastating element. And as such, it is highly intuned with her emotions, specifically anger and frustrations, making her the last person that one would want to piss off as it would usually end with something, or someone catching or combusting into flames. Ash was also born with the negative of being a Witch, she is incredibly weak if exposed to silver usually resulting in a burn or rash, and on extreme exposure large lesions and red patches forming on her skin which can usually cause infections if not treated which results in fevers and having to stay in bed which is usually why she is susceptible to being sick.

F A M I L Y

| Juliet Price | Mother | 42 | Witch | Deceased |
Jaiden and her mother had been close at best and distant at worst of times, which happened to be more often than not as Jaiden was the "Black Sheep" in her family. As their relationship had been estranged and distant for years, while her passing was hard for Jaiden at first, she was able to move on from it rather easily as time had passed.

| Nathaniel Price | Father | 43 | Human | Deceased |
Jaiden and her father were much more close than her and her mother, which had caused even more of a distance in the family. Her father was the main reason why she had such a love for music growing up as he had been a well-known musician and photographer in the past in their small hometown and had made sure that both his daughters had played at least one instrument when they grew up, which caused their bond to be stronger than it otherwise would have. When he died she was broken and had taken months to almost a year to fully get over his passing, but even still then she still has hard times thinking about him and the fact that he is gone.

| Ellen "Ellie" Price | Sister | Last seen age: 25 | Human | Unknown |
Growing up the sisters had been close beside the sight age gap. They did everything together and were always with each other until they got older and grew up, but their love for video games and art and things like D&D and anything that was relatively nerdy had kept their bond close. But after the accident, their relationship was never the same after Ellen had been rushed to the hospital and refused to see her sister after that tragic event that left them parentless. All Jaiden wants is for her and her sister to reconnect and be back on good terms, but she doesn't know where her only remaining relative is and the thought of never seeing her again scares her more than anything.

H I S T O R I A
Jaiden grew up in a normal childhood, or as normal as one would be able to consider as she was raised by a mother who was a Witch, and a father who was a human. Life was good for her and her older sister, they lived as much of a privileged life as their parents could let them as they were both hard-working people and made a name for themselves as their mother was a Housing Agent and their father was a well-known photographer. They lived their lives day to day and as close as they could until Jaiden turned twelve, the day her powers were finally awakened would turn things on their head. Their mother never told Nathaniel that she wasn't human and when Jaiden started showing signs of taking after her mother, it only raised red flags. It started out small, her temperature started rising and she would constantly be warm even if she was outside when the weather was -10*. Things grew worse when things would randomly start to catch on fire or combust with no apparent reason at all, seemingly without a known cause.

It was only when it was made known that it was Jaiden causing things to catch fire or explode that things really started heading south. With her not understand what it meant and with her parents began to argue back and forth as he felt betrayed and lied to that their mother never told them the truth that Jaiden became a recluse. She turned to music and photography more than she ever did before, finding few comforts in the little things. Her relationship with her sister had actually grown with the awakening of her powers, as Ellen had found it amazing and interesting that she could create fire out of what seemed to be thin air. Things seemed to be getting better as her parents argued less, they didn't stress as much as Jaiden reassurance in her parents acceptance of what she was as her mother helped teach her how to help control and put away her abilities and hide them as well as she could.

It was when she turned eight-teen years old that things took a complete nosedive and would change her life forever. She came home from school to find her parents arguing again. Her father and mother were yelling and screaming at one another, her father yelling and screaming how he couldn't take having such a freak as a daughter, nevermind as a wife and that he wanted Jaiden and her out by that evening. Jaiden pleaded with him to listen to her and that she promised she'd never hurt anyone and that she'd never use her powers again to just make him happy. But he simply stated that he wished she wasn't his daughter and that he wanted them out. She was devastated and as she tried to hold her conflicting emotions together, a small spark caught on and spread through the house, faster and faster as her emotions slowly unraveled until the entire house had caught on. Nothing else but a blaze of fire and smoke overtook the house all too quickly as Jaiden had managed to leave the house as Ellen chased after her before the house exploded with their parents still inside the inferno. After the police and fire team made it to the scene it was entirely too late, there was no way inside and if they even did try it was useless, there was no way that not even someone as powerful as her mother would have been able to escape the blaze. It was ruled out as an accidental fire, which left the girls homeless, orphaned, and slightly injured from the explosion. Jaiden had received minor cuts and scrapes, and a fractured arm, while Ellen had received far more severe injuries which had her rushed to the hospital.

A few days had passed after the accident when Ellen had told her that she never wanted to see her again and that she should just leave. She wasn't angry or mad, but she was simply scared and didn't want anything to happen to Jaiden if the humans were to figure out what had actually happened, that it was an accident, but it didn't start like they made it seem. It tore Jaiden to pieces to leave her sister and her hometown, but she knew it was for the best and with whispers of a town filled with people like her in British Columbia, Jaiden made her way to Graythorne where she currently resides today. She lives in a small house by herself and her animals, having been able to move on from her parents' deaths and having left her sister behind to start a new, she was able to make a name for herself as a graphic designer and freelance artist and photographer. For the past few years she has been slowly rebuilding her life and trying to forget the tragedies that she had caused, but with whispers and neverending anxiety, she feels as though something is off and that something is coming, she just can't tell what..

So begins...

Jaiden Price's Story

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#2019-11-07 21:09:21, as written by partially-stars

PHOENIX WOODS

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xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
xxxyou're looking like you fell in love tonight
xxxcan we pretend that we're in love?
xxx
xxx
xxx

Phoenix would have been lying if he said that he wasn't disappointed that Cas agreed to tell him... what was happening. But he could see it in his face that Cas really, really didn't want to talk about it. And he wasn't going to push it. Not after the night they'd just had. Cas taking his hands was such a genuine, almost surprising gesture, and it almost took him aback. But he appreciated it, not realising how much he needed the physical contact. And, to be honest, the thought of sleep was incredibly tempting right now. But he didn't want to just let Cas go. He couldn't. So instead, he offered his couch and his coziest blanket, leaving a change of clothes to hand if Cas wanted it.

The minute Phoenix was alone in his bedroom, everything seemed to catch up with him. Alex bleeding out, the carnage of the attack, those scars on Cas' back. He didn't cry or panic or outwardly react. He had no idea how he didn't do any of those things, but instead, he found himself lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He found himself texting the others, making sure they were okay, apologising for leaving, promising baked goods as an apology, anything to occupy his time and his brain.

He must have fallen asleep with the phone in his hand. He didn't notice himself falling asleep, only found himself waking up with the light streaming across the room. He hadn't planned on opening today anyway and was glad for that, because his limbs felt heavy and his mind felt groggy. But he was awake, and he knew sleep was completely out of reach. So instead, he showered and got changed. He'd almost forgotten about Cas until he walked back out in to the living area. Assuming that he was still asleep, Phoenix was as quiet as he could be. He was so used to being by himself that having to be mindful of other people was a strange experience. He usually blared whatever mid-2000's rock/emo playlist was suggested to him that day when he cooked or baked, but that morning, he made the pancake mix in relative silence. He found himself idly humming as he started to make the blackberry sauce though.

EVELYN FOX

outfit : herex|xhex: #B6A092

xxxwhat do you want from me?
xxxwhy do you run from me?
xxxwhat are you wondering?
xxxwhat do you know?
xxxwhat are you wondering?

Evelyn didn't need sleep, not any more. It was more a habit than anything, a way of passing the daylight hours. But this morning, she decided not to sleep away the daylight. Instead, she layered up, pulling on a pair of gloves to cover her hands and the biggest hat she could find to cover her face. She pulled on a pair of aviator sunglasses and headed out in to town. She was so used to the hustle and bustle of big cities that she found it strange how late everything opened here. Or maybe that was just the day after the festival. Or the day after everything that had happened. The smell of blood still lingered in the air, but fainter now, more bearable.

She found herself helping to clear up a destroyed stall. Masks from the night before lay covered in splinters, still wearable but tainted by the events of the night before, so much so that she was sure nobody would ever wear them. Still, she carefully cleaned them off as well as she could and stacked them into the box. The hunters hadn't just tried to kill them. They'd enjoyed the destruction, ruined people's lives. This wasn't as much about trying to eliminate them as it was asserting dominance, striking fear in to their hearts.

Which meant that this was only the beginning. Evelyn knew they could be expecting something else. Maybe more subtle murders. Maybe another mass attack. Evelyn would have been lying if she said that the thought of leaving, of finding somewhere safer, hadn't occurred to her. But... she didn't want to. It was that simple. Markus was the closest thing she had to a friend right now. She knew he'd protect her, so abandoning him didn't sit right with her. Not after their discussion about their humanity. And so... she would stay and fight alongside them and help them clean up the mess when they won. And then she would decide what to do next.

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#2019-11-11 22:31:17, as written by Wolf's Bane109

MARKUS VALEGOOD
| Lycan | Down-Town Greythorne | #063A67

Eventually, Markus and Evelyn had parted ways after a few more minutes of conversation, it was rather simple things, nothing really of note. Markus found himself slowly walking back by himself to his home, alone. Everything seemed enhanced and louder than it normally was, it was only then that he realized he hadn't eaten, and the pain of hunger began to wane on him. A small smile creased his lips when he remembered that he had a snack waiting for him, and he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into it. As hours passed he cleaned up the basement of any remnants of anything, no sign of anyone being there was a good thing. He had gotten out of his stupid costume and tossed it into the hole in the back of his house that he dug, finding himself taking a deep sigh as he buried a few other things as well. He showered and changed into a simple outfit, a plane gray t-shirt and sweatpants as he sat down by his fireplace and read a few chapters in one of the books he was reading as he sipped some freshly made tea. He was trying his best to ignore what was going on, but he knew that it was no longer safe in Greythorne, he made sure it was a little more safe as he made damn well sure to take care of that Hunter, which he made swift work of him.

But as the moon came up and he could feel himself slowly growing tired he retreated to his room and fell asleep, dreams of horror and his passed always plagued him, and this night was no different. Morning came all too soon, and after getting some coffee and changing his clothes, he decided he'd go back to the town and help clean up, god knows how it'd need to be fixed back up to its proper order. He found himself casually walking down the ever empty streets, seeing how no one really wanted to come out of their homes in fear of it happening again. He saw the all too familiar bright blue-ish green hair of a familiar face, cleaning up the area as the person picked things up and moved the bigger structures out of the way. Markus walked up to her slowly and helped clean up as he held a few things in his arms, "Morning. I figured I'd see you here." he said with a small smile as he looked at the vampire.

JAIDEN PRICE
| Witch | Aurora's Home | #80000

Jaiden found herself sighing and nodding at Aurora's hope of things returning to normal, they all wanted things to go back to how they were, but with how things had gone to shit so quickly in such a quick amount of time, she wasn't entirely sure anymore. But after changing into the PJ's that Aurora offered her, she flopped back into the bed and quickly drifted off to sleep. But as she expected, her dreams weren't dreams, but nightmares instead. Memories of her past events, they were only enhanced and more common now after the events of that night. If she was lucky, she wouldn't have been too pestering in her sleep for the poor fae that shared the room with her, but more often than not, Jaiden was told that she tended to sleep talk as well as flinch and full-on move-in her sleep. But as morning came, the sun piercing through the window she groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, soaking in the light. For a moment she didn't realize where she was and began to panic, until she slowly remembered that she was simply at a friend's house, as she saw that Aurora was still in her bed. She sighed softly as she combed her fingers through the mess of hair, as her mind raced. It was already morning, and who knows what today had in store for them. For all they knew, walking outside could be a death-sentence, nevermind being by one's self.

But seeing as Aurora was still asleep, Jaiden thought she'd help her friend out and make a small surprise for her, she quickly and softly got out of her bed and tiptoed down the stairs and into the main part of the small apartment. She didn't know exactly what she was looking for, but she decided she'd tidy up the place a little, putting things back where she belonged and cleaned up which didn't take long as Aurora kept her place rather clean and neat, which didn't surprise the young witch much. Next on her mind was preparing them breakfast, after a small gander through her fridge she found a few things that she could put together for a modest breakfast. After another twenty to thirty minutes, she had an array of pancakes, french toast, and coffee freshly made and set out on the table, figuring the smell would help wake up Aurora sooner than later. She just hoped it'd be enough and tasted better than she hoped, the last thing she wanted to do was start off Aurora's day with a poorly made breakfast.

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#2019-11-22 19:36:59, as written by violeta

AURORA O'SIODHACHAIN
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CASSIEL DAVIS
outfit: x Xlocation: apartmentXhex: #A09C9C

Aurora’s dreams were more or less nightmares and she woke up several times in the night with her heart in her throat and her fingers clutching the sheets with a death grip. It was after the fourth time that she woke up when she decided that there was no point in trying to go back to sleep and instead settled for staring at her ceiling in an attempt to empty her mind. It was then that by about four in the morning that her body finally gave into it’s tiredness and she succumbed to the coziness of her blankets and drifted off.

When the sun finally shone through her curtains painting her bed in a plethora of sunshine Aurora opened her eyes. Her mother always used to tell her that she was simply making things up but Rory had always believed that the sunshine made her stronger. Nothing made her feel better than basking in the warm glow of the sun and she liked to think of herself as a plant. So she sat there for a moment letting the rays warm her skin before she propped herself up on her elbows to glance around her room. The heavy weight that had been placed on her chest last night had somewhat subsided but she could still feel the fear creep up in the back of her throat just hovering there like a burden. Her heart began to beat a little bit faster as she noticed the empty blankets across the room and she hurried out of bed peering in the bathroom. Also empty. “Jaiden?” She called quietly, wringing her hands nervously as she crept quietly down the stairs a look of confusion crossing over her face as the smell of pancakes and syrup became apparent.

Aurora was shocked to not only see that her place had been cleaned to near spotlessness but there was an entire breakfast buffet placed out before her. The fae’s heart melted. Her eyes instantly spotted her friend just as she was placing out a glass of orange juice on to the table and she finished the last five steps in two as she made her way over to the table. “Jaiden - what… this looks amazing. You didn’t have to do this you know! I- I would’ve helped you if you had just woken me up” Aurora felt of tinge of guilt for not aiding in any part of the food making, but that was just how she treated everything that was given to her.

Cas didn’t dream - angels never dreamed. In fact, he technically didn’t need to sleep either but curled up on Phoenix’s couch the angel slept like a rock. His hand hung off of the couch his fingertips just barely brushing the carpet below. Cas looked peaceful. Even Phoenix’s stirring didn’t awake him, and instead it came from the faint humming in the kitchen. He rolled over slightly, blinking his eyes open as they adjusted to the newfound light pouring into the room from the windows around him. The humming drifting into the living room from the kitchen brought the faintest of smiles to his lips yet he also realized in perhaps the same moment that he wasn’t in his apartment. It took him a second for the night before to flood his thoughts and he jerked up suddenly on the couch, wincing slightly as the scars on his back were still tender. Phoenix. Suddenly a multitude of thoughts came crashing back, the festival, the hunters, the gentle way Phoenix had patched him up, and his patience. A small sigh escaped his lips and he ran a careful hand through his hair. Cas had hoped that a night of sleep might help him clear his mind, make rational decisions. If anything it just made him more confused.

However, the second the smell of blackberries wafted in his mind was set. Probably not the greatest of determining factors but - for now it would suffice. Cas pushed himself up into a sitting position stretching his arms slightly trying to determine the real damage to his shoulders. They were still sore and stiff but he could already tell the pain had begun to fade. Almost like a cruel little trick, they’d let him suffer and then eventually his healing would kick in. Cas had just begin to patch them up as the scars healed less garish that way. As he glanced down he frowned noticing how disheveled he looked. His top half was bare save for the bandages wrapped around his torso and his nicer pants were wrinkled from sleeping in them. Cas was in desperate need of a shower. He followed the path he remembered the other day, hoping not to intrude to much into Phoenix’s private living space eventually making his way to the bathroom. His snow-blonde hair had changed from it’s normal gelled look into more curls atop his head, probably from being smashed up against a pillow all night. There was definitely a visible wear to his face - he looked tired. After a few moments of searching Cas managed to find the roll of gauze and carefully reapplied his bandages so that they were clean and for good measure splashed some cold water on his face.

He found himself following the humming and the smell of food around the hall into the kitchen. Phoenix had his back turned to him as the witch was busy mixing a fresh jar of blackberry jam. A small smile appeared on Cas’s face as he watched him work for a few seconds before making his presence known. “Goodmorning” He spoke cooly making his way over to Phoenix peering over his shoulder (which wasn’t much of an issue as Cas was a few inches taller) to see what he was doing. Instantly his senses were overcome with the sickly sweet smell of the jam and his eyes lit up like a child on Christmas. A mischievous grin appeared on his face and he quickly reached around Phoenix dipping a finger in the jam before popping in into his mouth with a laugh. He took a few steps back away from the counter as if he was afraid Phoenix might thwack him with a wooden spoon. “How is it that it tastes even better than usual?”

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#2019-11-25 03:51:53, as written by Wolf's Bane109

MARKUS VALEGOOD
| Lycan | Down-Town Greythorne | #063A67

Markus grinned as Evelyn stated she had nothing else to do and that she wasn't really up to anything else, "I was about to say, I didn't think of you as the charitable type honestly." he said with a small smirk. The two continued picking things up and moving debris fro the street. Broken structures and beams laid strewn around the streets, it would take forever to clean up this town, if it was the two of them. But as Markus looked around, a few others slowly crept out of their houses to help, a few other Lycans and day dwelling folk as he didn't pay much attention to them. Markus easily took the piece of debris he was handed and placed it aside in a makeshift pile, it would only be good for a bonfire at this point. He looked back at her at the mention of the attack and how they were fine, for the most part, they couldn't do this alone again. The small group wouldn't be able to take care of the town, if they couldn't even take care of themselves. "Things could have gone much, much worse last night. No one died, least not that we know of yet. Besides, Greythorne has one of the best Lycan and Vampire duo on their side, I think they have a shot." he said with a small teasing wink.

He took a moment to think and sigh as he looked around, it was a mess, and they'd need to do something. Be more cautious and possibly have patrols of people at night to make sure nothing is going amuk. They could discuss things at a later point. "We'll think of something, Eve...We usually do. This town is full of hard-workers and people that look out for each other. Don't stress yourself so much, alright?" he said as he gave her a gentle pat on the head, turning his head back as his senses picked up a familiar scent behind them. He turned his head and couldn't help but smirk as he saw the familiar face of Zada approaching them. It always was an interesting thing to see a Siren on land, at least in his opinion. He gave her a small smile and nod as she grew closer, eventually asking the two on the extent of the attack, there was no real way of avoiding the topic, or no real way to soften the way of talking about it. At first he was only able to give her a small shrug, but as he thought he was able to give a somewhat final answer the best he could, "Other than those two that were eaten by you, I think the others were scared off enough last night. As for the damage, the downtown square just needs to be cleaned back up, and will be back in mostly working order again. But as for the people, I think most are just scared. I think we had as few casualties as we could have in such short notice." he stated plainly, for all he knew, the small attack had only left one rather injured and a few mentally scarred. "As for moving, I wouldn't go that far. The last thing we need is mass panic and for people to think we need to evacuate. I've seen towns go under far worse attacks and come back being fine. Greythorne will be okay. We have the numbers and measures if we need to take them. Just lie low and don't cause any issues. Just continue with your daily lives.."

JAIDEN PRICE
| Witch | Aurora's Home | #80000

Jaiden couldn't help but form a large smile as Aurora laid her eyes on the food that was put on the table, and the comment she made of not having to do anything of the sort caused her to chuckle slightly. "Consider this a way of me saying thank you for letting me stay at your place. It was the least I could do for you. I would have done more but, I worked with what I had, I hope it was okay. I-I didn't mean to upset you or anything. I can always go out and buy more food later today." she said with a small chuckle as she brushed her hair from her eyes. She knew Aurora would apologize for not helping, but after the night they all had, Aurora deserved to be able to sleep as much as she could, but from the look on her face, she looked exhausted. It would only be natural, after any real traumatic event, sleep would be next to impossible for anyone.

"I'm not exactly sure on what you like or don't like, so I just went with what you've had in your fridge and kind of ment on a haunch. I hope everything tastes as good as it looks, I'm no professional there, that belongs to Phoenix." Jaiden said with a small smile, pulling out one of the chairs for Aurora, "Please, sit. If there's anything else that you need to do, just feel free to kick me out of your house and I'll let you be." she said with another chuckle as the two finally sat down and began their breakfast making small talk every now and then between their bites of food or sip of the coffee or orange juice that was set out for the.

VIOLET MARSDEN
| Ghost | Unknown Location | #6605ab

Everything was dark and silent. Cold yet warm to the touch, it was a bit claustrophobic in nature, but yet everything felt endless. As if it just went on for miles if it ever ended in any direction one looked. There was no natural light or any sound, simply the dull hum and awkward silence that exists when one is alone or thinks that they are alone. In what felt like the blink of an eye, Violet opened her eyes once more, finding herself in an empty void. There was nothing but darkness and silence at least that's what she believed. She didn't know where she was or what happened. All she remembered was pushing Alex ahead as they were chased by something and then all went black. She didn't know how long she was alone for, or if she was ever alone. She didn't know if Alex made it back or if he was trapped here too-no. That couldn't be it, she was alone. Meaning he had made it out, or at least that was all she was able to hope for. She stood in silence for what felt like an eternity before finally opening her mouth to utter the words, "H-hello?" she called out, her voice sounded like her's but nothing like it at the same time. It was a mix of her own voice, an echo, slight whispers from unknown voices and a deep, thunderous growl all at once. She had never experienced anything like this, and she had done several things as a ghost, but nothing like this had ever really happened before. She called out once more, her voice beginning to sound more like her's the more she spoke. But there was nothing. No response, no echo, not even a sound. Not that she had expected anything if there was even anything to respond to her. With a heavy sigh she crossed her arms, slowly pacing back and forth as what to do. If this is what purgatory, limbo, the afterlife or whatever else someone wanted to call it was, Violet didn't like it. Being a ghost was one thing, but being in a place of constant silence and darkness was something even herself wasn't able to live with. The irony she thought. Violet had lived a life many would have wanted, but it was taken all too soon, she simply wished she could have her own life back, if not able to be a ghost once more, even that was enough for her. Compared to where she was now, being a ghost wasn't that bad.

As time went on, she could begin to hear something, or at least that's what she thought. It started out almost inaudible. Then began as a slow and soft whisper, then merely a collection of whispers, until it grew and grew to form into a soft, dull voice. From what she could collect from memory, it was a male's voice. But no male she had ever met before. She answered the voice, asking what it wanted and who was this. It never exactly explained who it was, but the voice did explain what it wanted. Simply put, the voice wanted the same thing that Violet wanted. If this was true, she could get the means of being able to help out her friends, at least one more time. The two of them conversed for a bit longer, going over exactly what that meant, and how there was a price for her to have what she wanted. Violet was desperate and knew she'd need to do whatever she had to, to get back there and help her friends. The voice told of a price that it would cost, and she knew exactly what it would entail. After being given a few moments to reflect on it, she agreed. She didn't like it, but agreed with the voice nonetheless. She was promised that she'd find them back again, and with help and time, she could help them. Violet knew how reckless and possibly dangerous this choice would be, but she didn't care, all she wanted was to make sure that her friends were okay. Violet closed her eyes as intrusted, and the next thing she knew when she opened her eyes was that she was back. Bright lights and sounds were never so comforting to her before. But the location was unknown to her, it was a house but one she didn't exactly recognize. But one thing she did, the voices of the people in the house. At first she thought she was simply dreaming, but as she followed the voices, she saw two individuals standing in a kitchen talking. She didn't exactly catch what they were saying, as she immediately walked up to the brown-haired male, not caring that she was interrupting their conversation. "You bastard! I'm glad that you're okay and everything, but do you know what I had to do to get back here?" she exclaimed, raising her hand she aimed to slap Alex across the face, knowing full well that her hand would simply phase through him and she'd fall to the ground every time like she had prior.

But what shocked Violet more, was not that her initial reaction was to yell at Alex after being gone for who knows how long she had been away for, but it was that instead of simply missing Alex. There was a loud and harsh sounding smack as her hand made contact with Alex's face, causing his head to turn to the size roughly. A large red handprint was on the left side of his face. Violet's looked at Alex in shock as she gave a soft gasp out of shock and surprise, not at her action, but by the fact that it had worked. "W-what the fuck...?" she muttered as she looked at her hand, and then back up at Alex, Let me do that again??" she asked with a tone ox excitement and confusion in her voice. Little did Violet know that she had gotten what she wanted and more, but the price she knew was something that none of her friends would want. And she planned on keeping it to herself as long as she could...Heaven knows she'd need to.

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#2019-12-04 23:00:42, as written by partially-stars

PHOENIX WOODS

outfit : herex|xhex: #575772

xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
xxxyou're looking like you fell in love tonight
xxxcan we pretend that we're in love?
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

This habit of taking on huge projects whenever he was emotionally distressed was starting to become a bit of an issue, if he was being perfectly honest with himself. But in his defense, Friendsgiving hadn't initially been a huge undertaking. It was more a case of... spiraling out of control and suddenly he had found himself making a spreadsheet of what exactly everyone was bringing and what he had left to do. He'd been awake at 3AM last night cleaning and decorating the apartment and attempting to move around furniture to make some space.

He wasn't thinking about that conversation over breakfast. He wasn't still trying to wrap his head around the whole idea of angels and a higher being and... everything that came with it. And he certainly wasn't trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd had a massive freaking crush on a literal angel. And for once, Phoenix had done what was probably the sensible thing. He'd told Cas that he needed some space to process things. It had been the last thing he'd wanted to do when he finally looked at those goddamn eyes, but this time, his head had won out. His heart had gotten a compromise by inviting Cas to the Friendsgiving dinner, but if Phoenix was being honest, he didn't exactly have high hopes.

Why had he held the dinner in his own damn apartment? Alex's abuela probably would have let him take over her kitchen and hell, probably would have helped in return for an extra large slice of Phoenix' pecan pie. It was too small. Really, it was too small for anyone other than him, Alex, and Jaiden. But no, he'd invited more people than that, and he was stressed. The four cups of extra strong coffee he'd had that morning to try and combat the three hours of poor sleep he had wasn't helping things, sure, but it was either that or risk messing something up, and that was not an option. Everything had to be perfect.

He had no damn control over his own life, and so he was going to take control over this damn dinner if he had to give himself a caffeine-induced heart attack doing it.

EVELYN FOX

outfit : herex|xhex: #B6A092

xxxwhat do you want from me?
xxxwhy do you run from me?
xxxwhat are you wondering?
xxxwhat do you know?

Evelyn had only a vague idea of who this Phoenix person was, and she had even less of an idea how she'd ended up with an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner. She had never really been to Thanksgiving. Her family just never did it. But Markus had said he was going. She got the impression he wasn't quite sure why he was going either, but he'd said she should go to "make friends" or something like that. She'd retorted that excuse back at him.

She didn't even know what one brought to Thanksgiving dinner, so she just had a bottle of red wine and a box of chocolates. She didn't even know what to wear so erred on the side of "festive". But she would have been lying if she said that she wasn't kinda looking forward to it, to meeting the various people this peculiar little town had to offer. From what she'd seen so far, she knew it would certainly be interesting.

She knocked on Markus' door, her trademark aviator sunglasses and large hat shielding her face from the sun. She'd been spending most of the time out at night lately, patrolling the woods and the sleeping town, looking for... something. Things had been far too quiet, and it was making everyone uneasy. Evelyn got the impression that they were gathering their strength and their forces, waiting to strike back at them and this time, with enough force to overwhelm them. Evelyn felt like they should be preparing, doing... something. But she was an outsider, it wasn't like she could whip up her own team of patrols or impose a curfew or anything. And so she was stuck in limbo, waiting for something to happen and praying she could help.

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#2019-12-06 21:29:54, as written by partially-stars

PHOENIX WOODS

outfit : herex|xhex: #575772

xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
xxxyou're looking like you fell in love tonight
xxxcan we pretend that we're in love?
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

Phoenix ran a hand through his hair as he heard somebody at the door, ready to prepare himself for guests- but as he heard Alex's voice calling out a joke about robbing him or something, he relaxed, rolling his eyes a little. As expected, he'd brought plenty of drinks, which was at least one less thing to worry about. He shook his head as Alex asked if he could help with anything. "I think everything's under control, but thanks. Grab yourself a drink or whatever if you want," he said. Even if he hadn't got everything mostly pre-prepared, there was no way he would have let Alex anywhere near his cooking. Phoenix had a natural flair for cooking. Alex had a natural flair for burning stuff.

Phoenix didn't even get a chance to fully address Jaiden before Markus and one of the newcomers arrived. Phoenix was pretty sure he'd seen her around town but couldn't put a name to her face. "Hey Markus," he called. He just shrugged as Markus thanked him for inviting them. "It's nice to have people around," he replied, shrugging a little. "Nice to have somewhere to go," the woman said with a smile. "I'm Evelyn by the way, Markus has been trying to encourage me to make friends so dragged me along," she teased. "Oh, here, I brought these!" She said with a smile, and he returned it and thanked her. Markus disappeared to go to the door and Phoenix turned to Alex. "Can you get everyone some drinks?" He asked.

The sudden arrival of everyone at once made the apartment feel quite small. Ignoring that nagging feeling of panic that everything was going to go wrong, he forced himself to take a deep breath and put out a tray of fresh bread rolls and other finger food for people to graze on. The sound of someone else arriving made his stupid, foolish, hopeful heart leap, but instead he heard Markus talking to somebody, and he forced himself to not react, to swallow the bitter taste that suddenly arose in his mouth. "Could you poor me a glass of something?" Phoenix asked Alex, forcing a smile. "Just not wine," he added.

EVELYN FOX

outfit : herex|xhex: #B6A092

xxxwhat do you want from me?
xxxwhy do you run from me?
xxxwhat are you wondering?
xxxwhat do you know?

Once Markus called that the door was open, Evelyn pushed the door open and stepped in. She raised an eyebrow as she saw the state the kitchen was in. She wouldn't have put Markus down as a baker, but whatever it was smelled amazing. "Thank you. This is my first proper Thanksgiving so I wanted to make an effort at least," she admitted. She raised an eyebrow as Markus said something about introducing her- and then the most adorable, tiny ball of fluff came sprinting into the room and Evelyn fell entirely in love. By the time Markus was ready to leave, she was sitting on the floor cuddling the puppy, ready to completely give up on Thanksgiving and cuddle Coco for the rest of the day.

"Ugh, fine," she said as he said he wanted to leave, agreeing only because he let her carry Coco. "You know, Markus, I never would have had you pegged as a small dog kinda guy. I was picturing an... Alsatian or Husky or some... giant wolf like dog. As stereotypical as it sounds. But Coco is tiny and adorable and perfect," she cooed as they walked through the woods. The dog was distracting her from the tension that seemed to linger in the woods, the fear that something would happen at another gathering.

But they made it to the apartment without anything going wrong, and Evelyn introduced herself to the host, before putting Coco down. Another woman materialised to pet Coco, who she recognised vaguely from seeing her around town. "I'm Evelyn. Markus has kinda taken me under his wing since I got into town. Trying to help me make friends, although mostly I annoy him into doing stuff with me and keeping me company," she said. "And now that I've discovered this little darling, he's never getting rid of me," she cooed at Coco, scratching between her ears.

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#2019-12-06 23:24:52, as written by phosphene

A l e x Garcia

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Alex went ahead and made himself a drink as people started arriving. Every new person to enter the room made Alex's heart race, and not in a fun way, so he decided on tequila, and plenty of it. He had to remind himself that he knew everyone in the room (aside from Markus' guest, and he wasn't entirely sure what he thought of her), and that he would be fine. Still, he couldn't shake the thought that he would somehow get swallowed in this, the smallest of crowds, and meet whomever might be waiting for him in some dark corner. He swallowed the anxiety rising in his throat, turned to Markus, and grinned. "Hey, Markus, did you-" He cut himself off when he realized that there was a very important guest present, and his smile widened into something more genuine, "Oh my god, you brought Coco!" As much as he desperately wanted to drop everything to play with the tiny ball of fluff, Phoenix asked him to make drinks. Alex looked slightly crushed for a moment, then he nodded. Anything to help Phoenix. "I'm not getting anything for Jaiden, though, she can help herself; she's mean." As he said that, though, he poured a drink for her anyway. He figured he would get Markus a drink (or let the man get his own) when he was done at the door. He wasn't sure about the other woman, but she'd brought wine and he assumed she wouldn't bring something she didn't like, herself.

He delivered Jaiden's drink wordlessly, then he looked at the woman who had come with Markus and offered a warm smile, "I don't think we've met- I'm Alex." He held the glass of wine to her, "You brought this, so I kind of assumed you would drink it. I'm not normally so..." He paused, sighing as he struggled to find the word he wanted, then he shook his head, "Anyway, it's nice to meet you." Then he knelt down and held his hand out to Coco, smiling as he coo'd at her, speaking in that sing-song voice people use when they speak to small children, "Si hubiera sabido que vendrías, habría traído golosinas para perros." He spent a brief moment gently petting the dog before Phoenix asked him to get him a drink. Alex very nearly asked Phoenix some clarifying questions, but one look at his friend's face, and Alex decided against it. Instead, he excused himself from the puppy fest with a smile.

He poured Phoenix a, perhaps, too large glass of rum and coke, heavy on the rum, and handed it to his friend, but not without asking, "Hey, you okay?" Alex knew Phoenix well enough to know that something wasn't right, and though he also knew Phoenix wouldn't want to talk about it, he couldn't just ignore it. Phoenix was his best friend, and Alex valued their relationship over nearly every relationship he had. And while it was normally Phoenix looking out for Alex, Alex was always willing to let the roles reverse if Phoenix needed him, and Phoenix knew that. Or, he should, anyway.

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Jaiden Price

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a character in “safe harbour”, originally authored by Wolf's Bane109, as played by RolePlayGateway

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