character-log

[glitch]

GLITCH'S CHARACTER LOG​

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hello! glitch here. welcome to my not-so-grand character log.​

here, i'll update all of my current characters and how they're doing.​

reminder: english is not my first language. so if you find any mistakes, let me know!​

if you find any of these characters interesting and would like to roleplay with them, send me a message!​

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they're all like family to me, at this point, so, be nice to them! even the mean ones.​

some characters cannot be removed from their established universes.​

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available characters:​

ALL!​

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unavailable characters:​

TBA!​

 

[glitch]

feel my rhythm...
come with me...​

Rachel H. Silverberry, 24
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harry potter universe.​

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birthday: july 30th​

profession: famous witch singer​

blood status: pureblood​

sexuality: straight​

patronus: fox​

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appearance:​

Rachel is a graceful woman, with a small, round face, heart-shaped lips, and sharp dark purple eyes, with double eyelids, blessed with similar beauty as her mother's side of the family. She stands at 5'47 ft, with a pear body shape. Her hair was recently trimmed, now resting by her shoulder in dark waves. Her smile is like the sun, which doesn't blend with the mature, seductive aura she carries.​

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personality:​

If there was such a thing, Rachel would be a personality shapeshifter.​

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She blends with whatever situation she's thrown into, making sure she stays on top given her fox-like traits. She's smart (and she knows it), and always has something to say. A bit too opinionated, some would point out. Given her initial impression, flaunting the most expensive of outfits, acting like she owns the room, people would call her arrogant and snobbish, mixing her with the likes of other pureblooded fools. And though she doesn't mind the attention, as it only cements her reputation as a dangerous witch, that couldn't be further from the truth.​

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Rachel is a naturally empathetic woman, who hides her true feelings behind her rich-perfect-and-spoiled Silverberry facade. She plays with people on a surface level but, deep down, is caring and gentle, good enough to have loyal people by her side. Those who dare to break down her walls and stick by her side will meet a kind, snarky woman, that will bring a smile to your face.​

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backstory:​

The Silverberry is one of the original pureblood families, and they have a reputation for their involvement in both wizarding wars and political stance against muggle-borns and muggles, taking advantage of their name, money, and Ministry power to further push the notion that muggles are beneath wizards. Rachel was a target of harassment growing up after her father was confirmed as a Death Eater, rightfully locked in Azbakan after Voldemort had been defeated. She's been vocal about her support of muggle-borns and muggles, but no matter how many times she speaks up, people choose to believe she's as narrow-minded as the rest of her family. Since she was a teenager, Rachel has had no contact with her family, apart from her older cousin Edmund.​

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Due to bullying, Rachel finished her studies in Mahoutokoro, moving to Japan at 14. After graduating, she got tangled in a love affair with British Quidditch player Theodore Quinn and moved back to London. It didn't last long, and she soon found herself singing her sorrow in private wizarding pubs, getting a name for herself. She signed a contract with wizarding label MAGIC and has released two albums so far.​

 

[glitch]

saving people...
hunting things...​

Roman E. Kingston, 32
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supernatural universe.​

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birthday: october 31st​

profession: demon hunter​

status: possessed (unregistered)​

sexuality: straight​

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appearance:​

Roman is imposing, standing at 6'1 ft, with broad shoulders, over 100 scars along his sickly pale skin, and currently suffering from a severe case of resting bitch face. Though he's handsome, it's painfully clear how messy he is. His hair, for example. He doesn't bother to go to a salon, cutting it by himself in different hotel bathrooms, which only makes it worst. He looked like he hasn't slept since he was a teenager, with dark circles under his doe-like eyes.​

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personality:​

Before the incident, Roman was seen as a clearly traumatized guy that people empathized with.​

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He mostly kept to himself, muttering under his breath. Quiet, a bit weird, but kind and polite; the type of co-worker that brought coffee for everyone once in a while and never showed up at events, not even at his own costume birthday party. He worked well with his partners and was, by far, the best demon hunter the Institute's ever had - even better than his own father, some would say. He didn't have a sense of humor and could be a bit stubborn, but overall, people liked his presence, and how safe it made them feel.​

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Now, however, he's a lot more... explosive, arguing with random co-workers, and threatening them with his weapons, only to apologize and run off somewhere, trembling from head to toe, such a mess. No one's sure what's happening. Not even Roman himself.​

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backstory:​

Ever since he was seven, his father has been training him as a soldier, hunting and killing the devilish creatures of the night. It's not difficult to see how that formed a barrier between the two of them, forever damaging their relationship, to a point that it's beyond reparation, leaving Roman alone, with no one to talk to about his struggles. At the age of 12, Roman joined the demonic division of the Institute, climbing up the ranks in record time, until he got to where he is: hundreds of cases solved and countless lives saved.​

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But everything changed after he finished another case in Brazil. He had saved the Martins family from a demonic presence in their house, slowly eating the soul of the youngest daughter, Isabella. The demon, identified as Azazel, was expelled from the house but managed to stick its presence to the only other living thing around... Roman himself.​

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It's been a week since he returned home. He's trying to get a new case to forget the painful dread resting in his stomach. Weird occurrences begin to happen in his dormitory. He needs to do something about it.​

 

[glitch]

is it wrong that i still believe..
you're not the villain?...​

Cedric J. Quinn, 31
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dc or marvel universe.
(crossovers are cool)​

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birthday: april 30th​

occupation: villain​

status: arkham asylum​

sexuality: straight​

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appearance:​

You cannot keep your eyes off of Cedric. Be it cause you read his files and is aware of what he can do, or, well, because of the scar. The burn scar covers the left side of his face almost entirely, red skin destroyed - a reminder of the cruelty of his past. He has a thin, long face, with a straight nose and thin lips. His heterochromatic eyes are distracting too: the left one is piercing blue, while the other is dark ocean green. Cedric is tall, 5'11 to be exact, with wide shoulders, long legs, and a small waist. His dark brown hair falls in long bangs over his eyes, in a failed attempt to cover the damage left on his face.​

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personality:​

One conversation and you'd wonder why a kind man like Cedric is locked away in the rotting walls of the Asylum.​

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He seemed gentle, polite, and quite smart, considering how evil, or borderline demented most of the patients are. He knows how to behave until he gets bored. Cedric has had enough playing pretend - ready to scar everyone else with his treats and sick comments. A calculated gentleman, that's for sure, if you ignore the murder and several other crimes he's committed. He's cruel, intelligent, and a bit of a jokester. Though, his morbid jokes might not be for everyone.​

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A professional actor, he can play the part. A chameleon reads the room to create a narrative to best fit himself. Manipulative and sickeningly sweet at times, Cedric has no care left in him. If you're in his way, you're gone. It's that simple.​

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backstory:​

Never in his life, prior to being locked up in the Asylum, of course, had Cedric known true peace. His father worked for an all-powerful criminal, struggling to pay their debt so his body wouldn't be found dead in a ditch somewhere, and never had time to even look at his son's general direction. His mother was a drunken mess, shoving her nose in everyone else's business, far too busy dreaming of the rich socialite lifestyle to help put food on the table.​

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He ran away at 8, of course, he did. Cedric lived in the streets from then on: stealing from whoever walked next to him. One day, however, he tried pickpocketing a weird-looking clown and ended up being knocked out. Cedric stayed in that basement for six months, undergoing intense torture, that ended up with boiling water being poured onto his face, as he gasped and apologized to that clown. After he passed out again, he woke up in an alley - everything hurt. Social services found him and took him to an orphanage, and Cedric got to the experience the worse the city had to offer him. It was always cold. There was never enough food for all the kids. The staff hated them all, and if you dared to speak your mind, you'd end up in solitary.​

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Cedric spent a week there, talking to himself - going crazy, little by little... remembering the sound of his mother's shoes as she got home at 4 am, with another man, too drunk to register that wasn't his father... the sound of his father's anxious pleas as he asked for more time... the clown's sick laughter as he broke every bone in his body... waking up to rats biting his fingers... or passing out from hunger and dehydration... Yeah. It was enough to drive someone man.​

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Playing nice, Cedric left once he turned 18. Since then, he's haunted the streets with a brand new look - tailored suit, creepy smile, ax in hands. Two years ago he was taken to the Asylum. The guards say he'll rot there. But he knows he'll find a way out.​