Character(s) 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔

[lunelight]

˗ˏˋ ✫ This is just gonna be a dump for character sheets, my dudes. It's always a work in progress ✫ ˎˊ˗

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[lunelight]

. . . ( BASICS ) . . . ​

FIRST NAME : Solace​

Meaning : from Latin " sōlācium ", meaning " comfort " or " consolation in a time of distress. "​

Pronunciation : s ō l ă s​

Origin : Latin​

NICKNAME(S) // ALIAS(ES) : Sol, Callum​

Meaning : " Sol " is a given, just a shortened version of his name. " Callum " is the alias he adopted during his time as a spy, taken from the deceased human servant of a noble ally.​

CURRENT TITLE(S) : as Solace, he has no title. As Callum, his starting title is " Callum of House Montali "​

SPECIES : Human​

AGE : Twenty-two​

Birthdate : November tenth​

GENDER : Male​

Biological sex : Male​

Pronouns : He/him​

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Bisexual​

. . . ( APPEARANCE ) . . .

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OVERALL APPEARANCE : Solace has a slender build due to his childhood malnourishment. Though later in life—and under Serenity's training—he managed to gain some muscle on his frame. Despite this, he is still built more for speed and agility rather than brute strength. Short auburn hair frames his angular face, which he regularly wears parted to his right. His pale skin is relatively unblemished, though there are clusters of freckles/sunspots littering some parts of his body—primarily his shoulders and upper back—especially during the sunny season.​

HEIGHT : 5 feet, 9 inches // 180 cm​

WEIGHT : 145 lbs // 65 kg​

SKIN COLOR : pale with a bit of a rosy undertone​

EYE COLOR : golden​

HAIR COLOR : auburn​

HAIR LENGTH : short, falling just past his eyebrows​

SCARS : Throughout his life, Solace has escaped relatively unscathed. Apart from minor scratches and scrapes he acquired as a child leaving light scars in random places over his body, there isn't anything particularly notable/identifiable.​

Birthmarks : He does, however, have a small imperfect oval birthmark over his left hip bone. ​

Body abnormalities : It's not really an " abnormality " per se, but he was taught to be ambidextrous from a young age as Serenity believed it would improve his combat skills.​

SCENT : Solace has a soft earthy scent—particularly like teakwood and lavender.​

. . . ( PERSONA ) . . .​

MOST COMMON MOOD : Determined, probably.​

ALIGNMENT : Chaotic good​

MBTI : ISTJ​

TEMPERAMENT : When it comes to " the four temperaments theory," Solace is more choleric than anything else.​

INSECURITIES : Above all else, he fears that he is going to fail and his people are going to suffer. He just wants to make the world a better place for his people, but there are times when he feels powerless while trying to help them.​

HOW THEY VIEW THEMSELVES : Sol doesn't see himself outside of his duty to the rebellion. He sees himself as a necessary asset to their cause. That's what has been driving him all these years. It's been his entire purpose and he'll stop at nothing to help the people who need this change. He knows he's skilled at what he does, and talents like his cannot be wasted.​

FEARS : Being a failure, being powerless,​

LIKES : teas, the rain, weird bugs, most fruits, the mountainous areas in the kingdom, the color green
DISLIKES : The monarchy, most nobility, cruelty to the innocent and/or defenseless, egotists

ARE THEY . . .​

optimistic / pessimistic : More often than not, Sol is expecting the worst-case scenario and trying to plan accordingly.​

daredevil / cautious : He's clearly not afraid to gamble with his life, even if he is meticulous while doing so.​

logical / emotional : He's a bit emotionally stunted and generally works within what he logically believes to be right.​

working / laidback : Sol is very determined to succeed, so he would be considered a diligent worker.​

introverted / extroverted : Honestly, he's probably closer to an ambivert rather than one or the other. He doesn't get worn out while socializing and playing the parts he is meant to, nor does he get restless or bored when he's on his own.​

confident / unsure : Sol is fairly confident with himself. Sure, like anyone there are times of doubt, but more often than not he can trust himself to make the right decisions.​

night owl / early bird : He is one of those " first to rise, last to fall " kinds of people. It can probably be blamed on insomnia.​

messy / neat : He is naturally a tidy person, though he also falls victim to stress cleaning when overwhelmed.​

MOST AT EASE WHEN : He gets to be himself. He probably doesn't even know this about himself yet, but he's been carrying the weight of the rebellion on his shoulders for so long he can't remember what it's like to be himself… or really who that person is.​

ill at ease when : When people are being mistreated and there is nothing he can do about it.​

AFFINITY : The Rebellion​

PATIENCE : He's rather hot-headed when things aren't going his way, so it's really up to the day on this one.​

VULNERABILITIES : His compassion for others, probably. That, and he's not all that physically strong.​

SENSE OF HUMOUR : Dry humor mostly. He's pretty sarcastic and bound to speak out of turn because he can't keep his mouth shut.​

MOST PROMINENT TRAIT(S) : Determined, resilient, compassionate​

WORST TRAIT(S) : Hot-headed, manipulative​

PRIMARY GOAL(S) : Aid the rebellion in any way that he can. Possibly assassinate the king, if he's feeling frisky. ​

HABITS : Subconscious tidying, picking at his nails when he thinks no one is watching​

COMFORTS : nightly strolls when he can't sleep, the grossly bitter tea that only the Deadlands can provide, ancient texts that he probably shouldn't have access to in the first place, listening to strangers tell compelling stories—especially if they aren't entirely truthful.​

. . . ( HISTORY ) . . .​

Solace was born to the Deadlands during the worst time of year. The harsh snow and ice had marked the land for death and still, the child came to greet it with fire in his lungs. Resilient, even from birth. He should have died that night in the cold, but instead he slept soundly nestled against his mother's chest. His rough start didn't get any easier though, as his mother's body withered away in the days following. His fate would then lay at the mercy of his mother's memory. Luckily for him, Joy was beloved by many in the Deadlands and so then, by extension, he would be as well. Over the years, his people learned to sustain themselves in the shell of their land. Carving homes into the rocky soils and living in the ruins of crumbling mountainsides. From a young age, the lands taught Solace that only the strong would survive, but that did nothing to stifle his growing compassion for the people around him. He grew resentful, livid with the selfish kingdom that thrived far beyond necessary wealth, only to let innocent lives be corroded by disease or famine.​

He was only ten when he began understanding the whispers that Serenity—the woman that had become a surrogate mother to him—spoke in. He was not the only one that had grown resentful, not by a long shot. The hatred of the kingdom was rooted in the core of their people far before his birth. And so where injustice grew, revolt was not far behind. ​

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In the heart of the Deadlands, Serenity developed this anger into something much more. She was like magic, spinning their broken souls into hope. This was the revolution. They didn't have to live this way and Serenity knew it. She was charismatic, winning the hearts and minds of the people with ease. She became something the people could believe in. And Solace believed in her, too. He idolized her as he watched from under her wing, soaking up every little thing she had to teach him. He was a prize to have as a successor—determined and eager to prove himself at any moment. It was almost too easy for Serenity to groom him into the perfect pawn for her plans. ​

And what a successor he became. Serenity molded the youth into a soldier—a silent killer to bend and warp at her will, as he would so easily lay down his life for the cause that had become their livelihood. Solace was the making of a martyr, only he didn't know it yet—too young, hopeful, and infatuated with the ideas of freedom and equality Serenity planted within him as a child to see her true intentions for him.

. . . ( EXTRA ) . . . ​

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[lunelight]

. . . ( BASICS ) . . . ​

FIRST NAME : Devin

Meaning : referenced to the given name " damá allaid " meaning " fawn " or " poet "​

Pronunciation : d ē v ĭ n ​

Origin : English​

SPECIES : Hybrid // Marten Shifter
AGE : Twenty-six
Birthdate : September 12th
GENDER : Male

Biological sex : Male // Omega​

Pronouns : He/him​

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Demisexual

. . . ( APPEARANCE ) . . .

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OVERALL APPEARANCE : Devin is lanky for his height, which is fairly common for hybrids in the weasel family. He is made of long, thin limbs and holds an average amount of muscle on his frame. He's usually seen in casual attire, often wearing oversized clothing to hide his body due to being insecure about how thin he thinks he is. However, when given the chance, he really enjoys dressing to impress. He also often wears glasses and contacts in his human form due to his poor eyesight.
HEIGHT : 5 feet, 8 inches // 172 cm
WEIGHT : 130 lbs // 58 kg
SKIN COLOR : slightly tanned with a rosy undertone
EYE COLOR : golden brown
HAIR COLOR : naturally strawberry blond // dyed a light burgundy
HAIR LENGTH : medium length, falling over his ears and eyebrows
SCARS : he has claw mark scars from his left hip bone to under his navel due to an unfortunate incident with an opposing alpha in his past.

Birthmarks : his body is littered with freckles and moles, mostly concentrated on his back and shoulders ​

SCENT : he mostly scents like lemongrass and dew; like an early spring morning after a rainy night.

. . . ( PERSONA ) . . .​

MOST COMMON MOOD : contemplative
ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral
MBTI : ISTP
TEMPERAMENT : according to the " four temperaments theory," Devin would be a mixture of sanguine and melancholic
INSECURITIES : He's too scrawny. He thinks he's "too much" for people to deal with so no one really ever likes him. He tries to act aloof like he doesn't care but he cares very much.
HOW THEY VIEW THEMSELVES : Devin thinks he's collected and manages himself well, where in reality he can be a bit of a hothead. Sometimes he thinks he comes off as boring or plain and it bothers him.
FEARS : Being powerless, not being in control of his life
LIKES : tea, literature, heated blankets, forests, the rain, being alone, small spaces, savory foods, staying up late, when people laugh at their own bad jokes, house plants, curling up in the sun to take naps, mountains, tragic romance novels, classic horror,
DISLIKES : egotistical people, those who have less of a sense of humor than he does, dull colors, when strangers compliment him or talk about his appearance, overly sweet foods, soda, unrealistic romance dramas, making forced small talk

ARE THEY . . .​

optimistic / pessimistic : he's almost always waiting for " the other shoe to drop ".​

daredevil / cautious : life has certainly taught him to be more of a cautious person​

logical / emotional : he really tries to listen to logic and reason over whatever his emotions are telling him, but at his core he is more of an emotional person. ​

working / laidback : when he has a goal in mind he is very determined to see it through. ​

introverted / extroverted : much more of an introvert​

confident / unsure : he often overthinks situations ​

night owl / early bird : he's definitely a nocturnal kind of creature. ​

messy / neat : He is naturally a tidy person and has a habit of being nit-picky with organizing his things and can be moody if people mess it up. ​

MOST AT EASE WHEN : he's curled up under a windowsill on a sunny day, usually nestled against another warm body.

ill at ease when : when he feels like people are looking him over, checking him out, whatever — it makes him uneasy. ​

PATIENCE : He's rather short tempered when things aren't going his way. He gets frustrated easily and it annoys him, but he tries his best to get a grip of it before it overtakes him.
VULNERABILITIES : he struggles with ptsd in some situations which makes him freeze up and panic. He doesn't do well when domineering people yell at him, or with people who are too forward with him right off the bat.
SENSE OF HUMOR : dry, witty humor. He likes dumb jokes even though he won't admit it. He probably likes them most, honestly.
MOST PROMINENT TRAIT(S) : loyal, inquisitive, protective
WORST TRAIT(S) : hotheaded, flighty,
HABITS : Subconscious tidying, playing with his hair while he's reading, clicking his tongue
COMFORTS : nightly strolls when he can't sleep, hiding away in small, dark places. Nesting when he's stressed. Reading old literature by pretentious authors to feel dignified

. . . ( HISTORY ) . . .​

As soon as Devin came of age, he was one of a dozen other omegas selected as a mate for an alpha of a prized blood-line. The beginning of this lifestyle wasn't so bad, as the omegas were preened and pampered, given anything they ever asked for within reason. Devin would have even described it as pleasant, living amongst his friends and companions. He grew close with the other omegas, imprinting on a fair few of them as they were kept in close quarters. Through their few years together, their bonds grew stronger—all until the time for the omegas to be used for their intended purpose. Omegas, ever the docile creature, was anything but Devin when the time came. He became protective and aggressive over the omegas he was closest to. He began attacking the caretakers whenever they went into heats, nesting around them, even going so far as to hide some of the smaller hybrids. This was naturally problematic for the breeders, as they decided to cut their losses and rid themselves of the troublesome omega. There was clearly something wrong with him.

After his rough start in life, Devin gained a bit of a reputation through the upper ring of hybrid breeders, leaving him worthless to many who found his aggression and lack of "omega-like" qualities undesirable for his potential offspring.

For a while he was passed around from keeper to keeper, heartbroken to be separated from the family he grew to love, but one after another they grew tired of his aggression and disrespectful attitude. He was forced into many different lifestyles—as many people couldn't pass up the pretty omega that for some reason always came with a cheap price tag, but the time would always come that they too would learn that he wasn't as easily handled as one would expect. Eventually, even the grittiest of keepers wanted nothing to do with him—casting him out of their homes and Devin wouldn't have been happier to bid them adieu.

And thus he started his life on the streets, spending much more time as a marten than a man—which really didn't help him and his sense of manners—but he did what he could to survive.

 

[lunelight]

. . . ( BASICS ) . . . ​

FIRST NAME : Ender

Meaning : " very rare "​

Pronunciation : ĕ n d ĕ r​

Origin : Turkish
SPECIES : Hybrid // Fox Shifter
AGE : Twenty-two
Birthdate : October 28th
GENDER : Male

Biological sex : Male // Alpha​

Pronouns : He/him​

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pansexual

. . . ( APPEARANCE ) . . .

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OVERALL APPEARANCE : Upon meeting Ender, one mustn't expect to be able to read him easily. He has a stoic face and doesn't like to express himself much around strangers. At least not emotively, as he is always keen on holding others attention though his appearance. He is a rather beautiful creature—porcelain blemish-free skin, grey eyes, and raven hair—he is a grand prize for any human to behold. Through his life he has been kept active, easily maintaining his alpha-esque physique. Though he is not overly vocal about his intentions, he cares very much about his outward appearance and can seem quite vain to those unfamiliar to his upbringing.
HEIGHT : 6 feet, 0 inches // 182 cm
WEIGHT : 175 lbs // 79 kg
SKIN COLOR : very fair
EYE COLOR : grey
HAIR COLOR : black
HAIR LENGTH : medium, usually falling just over the tops of his ears
SCARS : Ender has been placed on a pedestal throughout his entire life, he probably barely knows what a hangnail feels like, let alone something bad enough to scar.
SCENT : Oddly enough for alphas, Ender doesn't have a particularly strong scent. He always smells vaguely minty—and like fresh laundry.

. . . ( PERSONA ) . . .​

MOST COMMON MOOD : indifferent
ALIGNMENT : true neutral
MBTI : INTP
TEMPERAMENT : according to the " four temperaments theory," Ender would be a mixture of phlegmatic and melancholic
INSECURITIES : Ender likes to use his overconfidence as a shield for his overbearing insecurities. He craves attention and praise due to his inferiority complex. He knows he's good at faking a charming and endearing personality, so he usually does in order to fit in and get what he wants. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to get anywhere if he acts like his genuine self.
HOW THEY VIEW THEMSELVES : He's been told his entire life that he's special and important, but of course after losing his master he knows that to be untrue. He is only one of countless other hybrids. He is constantly trying to cope with the reality of being completely ordinary and unwanted in most situations.
FEARS : Being a failure and being forgotten (or easily forgettable)
LIKES : seeing new places, hiking, music, getting people to like him, clothes, high fashion, sci-fi movies, being praised, meaty foods, mystery books, chess, learning new things, when he can surprise people, playing piano, the rain, the mountains, tea and coffee
DISLIKES : when he can't figure out what to wear, overly sweet foods, feeling lost, overly hot days, sodas, people who overlook his talents because he is a hybrid, when others try to take his things,

ARE THEY . . .​

optimistic / pessimistic : he's naturally more pessimistic​

daredevil / cautious : he doesn't always think through his more risky decisions. ​

logical / emotional : definitely more emotional than he'd like to be. ​

working / laidback : he doesn't like tedious work unless it benefits him​

introverted / extroverted : although he really feeds off other people's attention, he's honestly more introverted.​

confident / unsure : he likes to pretend he's confident but it's honestly all a sham. ​

night owl / early bird : He's pretty nocturnal, but it's not set in stone. ​

messy / neat : it's easy for him to make a mess, and he usually has to be reminded to clean up after himself or he'll forget. ( he's used to people doing the cleaning up for him. )​

MOST AT EASE WHEN : when people give him validation

ill at ease when : when he's alone and starts overthinking and doubting himself​

PATIENCE : He's pretty patient with those around him.
VULNERABILITIES : he's secretly pretty insecure so he overcompensates. It's not hard to break him once his walls are torn down.
SENSE OF HUMOR : he has a dumb sense of humor, he's usually just happy to see other people happy rather than "trying" to be funny.
MOST PROMINENT TRAIT(S) : sly, dedicated, passionate
WORST TRAIT(S) : jealous, manipulative, selfish
HABITS : picking at his nails, collecting odd things that really only makes sense to him and his sentiments.
COMFORTS : hot baths, burrowing in clean laundry, being around people who like him, walking through gardens or parks, flowers, teas,

. . . ( HISTORY ) . . .​

From Ender's earliest memories, he was beloved.

He had come into Mr. Deverell's life as only a child—bright-eyed and bushy-tailed—and his master couldn't help but adore him. Master Deverell had never married, nor had any children of his own, so when the eager little fox pup came into his life, Ender brought with him a light Deverell never knew he missed. They became a family, the pair of them. Though it was unconventional—and many believed it unnatural—over the years Master Deverell began to love Ender as though he were his own son. He devoted his life to giving Ender everything he could ever want. The best toys, the best clothes—the best teachers and tutors, once he found his love for learning—and in turn, Ender was perfect. He excelled in their manor in the country. He never asked to leave, as he knew Mr. Deverell would never allow him out of his sight. He never spoke out of turn. There was never a hair out of place on his head.

He was perfect. And, in turn, Master Deverell loved him. He loved the perfect pet—the perfect son—he groomed Ender to be through the years, and Ender never knew anything other than to love him right back.

He was perfect. Their lives were perfect, out in that manor. But that wouldn't stop age from creeping up on Deverell. As the years passed, his Master's health began deteriorating and his mind went with it.

Ender was seventeen the first time Deverell looked him in the face and asked him who he was. Deverell—the man who knew him better than he could ever know himself, the man who raised him from barely more than a baby—looked at him as though he had never seen him before.

Even still, those were only the bad days. Their lives were a little less perfect, but they still played chess every Sunday at noon and Ender remembered the words to all of his Master's favorite songs even long after Deverell forgot them. Even if their lives could change just a bit, Ender was determined to be perfect enough for the pair of them.

Twenty years Ender spent in that manor, with no one other than his Master and their staff to converse with, and the entire time he never knew he was quite so different from the rest of them. No, instead he learns that he is little more than a pet left among countless other possessions after their master has passed on—no matter the documents dated years before Master Deverell's early dementia reared its ugly head, detailing just how all of it should be Ender's now that he was gone. It was his home. His life was here. These walls were as essential to him as his own flesh and bone.

he didn't know anything else. This was all he ever had.

And yet, the strangers still came. They came, and Ender learned that he hadn't been his Master's only family. He had all sorts of nieces and nephews who liked to gag about how ugly the carpets around the manor were—even though Master Deverell loved those carpets.

He hated his Master's family. He understood why they were always alone in the manor all this time, and why his Master had never spoken a word about them in his life.

He hated them more when they really started to pay attention to him. They never spoke to him directly, not once. They only ever just looked at him with dumb, intitled expressions on their faces expecting him to understand what they wanted from him. They argued with each other about who should have the right to take him, as though they had any right at all. To any of it. As though they weren't the ones lurking in his home making a mess of things.

But it didn't matter, in the end. He had nothing now. Although he could hear his Master's songs of praise for him, even in this world without him—Ender was nothing.

He was nothing, and he had to get away. He couldn't stomach the thought of spending another moment with any one of the vultures picking his Master dry while he already lay dead. He knew in his heart that Master Deverell would forgive him, eventually, for abandoning their home—but without him, either of them—the empty halls just weren't worth fighting for.