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1954 / i am reborn as an ocelot
« on: 08/01/2018 at 01:44 »

I'm terrible at these things, but hi. It would probably help a little if you imagine this in a droll, recorded voice sounding over an intercom. But anyways, I'm Grimm, or whatever you know me as in MC when I end up in there. Assuming, of course, you catch me in there, since I have a nasty habit of rolling in and out like a tumbleweed.

If you were expecting something more impressive, then I apologize since I recycle these from previous terms because what is coming up with something new? I'm always a sucker for derpy cat gifs though, and have used the one pictured above various times.

I originally joined back in 2011 after being dragged here by an older member of a site I eventually helped Admin (rather poorly, probably), and the rest is history.

Some things to know about me:
- I'm a terribly slow somewhat of a slow writer. And my muse is fickle.
- I really enjoy cold weather, and melt during the summer months. Which is presently happening, send help. The melting that is.
- I devour books, although I still need to go get more of them. I usually tend to read the same books over and over again.
- I listen to pretty much anything there is to listen too. Generally as background noise, but my favorite genre's are punk, rock, jazz and swing.
- I'm twenty-eight and feel like seventy.
- I live for puns. And funny cat gifs. And funny dog gifs. Just throw gifs at me. I'll take all of them.

The Cast (ish):
Alexander Valentine
- Old man. Happily married. Father of two.
- The sarcastic half of Izzentine.
- Works for the MoM, but really needs to be more active still oops. Double oops.
- Just kidding. Coming to a Castle Near You Soon™ probably
- Ravenclaw graduate.
- Immortalized as a coffee menu item in the Ravenclaw Tower.
- With the birth of Elly he has developed a bit of a sweet tooth.
- Papa wolf mode engaged as Elly grows older. She is/was in Castle, but idk this year because of reasons.

Jacob Scarborough
- Another old man. Probably looks younger.
- Head of Hogwarts Outreach Programme.
- Has his finger in some pies. Apple, most likely.
- Was born with a weak heart and underwent surgery in his youth to have it replaced.
- Should have died a few terms ago, but is sticking around much to his mounting displeasure.
- Totally not misusing your money.
- Sold off everything he owns, and is living in a mostly empty flat. It works out since he is rarely ever there anyways.
- Dad!Scars

James Knight
- Not really new blood anymore.
- The other half of Mames.
- Part tree at Six-foot-four inches. Relative of bigfoot with his large feet.
- Twenty-Two??? I think???
- Auror - In - Training (still. Sorry, Caly, you still got to deal with him.)
- Big eater. Be careful with food around him.
- Can and will give you a bear hug.

Ryan Ward
- His name started off as a joke when I first wrote him five years ago. (R. E. Ward. Or Just Ry Wards.)
- Helloo nurse.
- Junior Healer at St Mungos.
- Had a hand in helping with the cure for Mega Mono.
- Biggest dork of them all(tm)
- Exploring the application of Aura Reading to help medical diagnosis and/or Spell Damages after Hogwarts at St. Mungos.
- Doesn't get enough sleep.
- Could probably use a hug most days.
- Big Spoon
- Probably lost in Otherworld most days.

Callum Winters
- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
- In Elsewhere somewhere
- Up to no good
- Its a mystery

Gilroy Locke
- Riffraff! Street rat! Scoundrel! Take that!
- Transfer student
- Has been living in a flat in London since around Christmastime 1953
- Trying, and failing, to keep his nose clean
- Surly most of the time
- Orphan

Past Workshop Prompts / prompt one - verano en invierno
« on: 08/24/2017 at 16:40 »
Verano en Invierno
tw: death | a scars prompt

Let’s get married, she said. While those hadn’t been her exact words, it was more of a generalization of her idea. One written on a long, crumpled list of things to do. To experience. It was under continuous revision, mostly when she had a new idea. But marriage had been on her list the longest. Circled thrice and underlined with a few question marks for flavor. Her words, not his.

Olivia was Jacob’s senior in the hospital ward, and he had only known her for a month when she brought it up, but the question of her age was never answered with a straight face. Some days she was older than him, other days she was younger. It was ever-changing like the color and length of her thinning hair, but that never bothered him. He knew she was older. Wiser too, as he could tell from her eyes. They always spoke of something more whenever he looked at them, as if they were changed from her occasional trips to Otherworld.

(She did everything to escape the confines of her bed, even if she had to leave her body behind to do so.)

For people like them, death was an eventuality no matter how hard they struggled against it. They at least had a general idea of when it would all be over, which gave them time to plan. To get their affairs in order. While Jacob was still recovering as his body adjusted to his newest heart, it only bought him a few years at best according to his Healers. Another temporary lease on life. Maybe more since he was a wizard, but he hadn’t really intended on wasting it again. While his time learning at Hogwarts had been a huge time sink, now he would have full use of his wings and be able to soar wherever he wished - as long as it wasn’t on a broom, according to one of his Healers.

Olivia, however, was knocking on the Reaper’s Door. She always claimed that she didn’t care, and that she was ready to punch Death in the face. But her words were just beautiful lies she told. Jacob had heard her at night, mixed in with the cacophony of the others that filled the ward. A muddy grey maelstrom of sadness in concert that hung heavy in the air like cigarette smoke as it clung to everything it touched. Smothering and suffocating. It resonated with his own sadness, masked by his own lies to hide that he spun and built up over the years to hide the hurt.

So agreeing to her idea had been easy. Neither of them loved easily from what he could tell, and they harmonized easily enough from the time they spent together complaining about the entirety of St. Mungos. Him mostly in English, her sometimes in Spanish when her rants got too heated. The bond, however brief, had been formed in observance of one of the Healers. There were no real rings to speak of, but they had old scars, a new bond, borrowed time, and her lips were slightly blue as Jacob pulled away from the sealing kiss.

Their first - and last - night together after their bond had been palpably colder as Jacob lay with her, absently brushing her hair as she stained his hospital gown with silent tears. Smoke curled from the cigarette he held in his fingers that the Healers allowed, and danced in the air with her projection. Or, perhaps at the time, it had been her spirit. She stayed with him, dancing under the moonlight as it filtered into the ward until the stick burned out before fading. But Jacob stayed with her until morning. Unmoving, eyes closed, with her finished list crumpled up in his lap.

1974 / When You're Evil :: Jacob Scarborough
« on: 04/03/2012 at 04:20 »

{Unsorted; 6th year hopeful; Pureblood}
| Intelligent | Snarky | Athletic | Charismatic | Sly |
|Jacob is hard to read at times since his outer most personality typically flops depending on his mood and present company. On most occasions, the teenager can seem to be rather sly or mischievous, but not in a way that a child is when they are younger and seeking to play tricks on others.

At other times, Jacob can actually be fairly sociable even if it is just a front for him to try and get what he wants. He has a perchance to being antagonistic, however it is rarely ever seen due to the fronts he keeps up. It typically only shined though when he wants it to or when he is in a rather bad mood. He also, on equally rare occasion, has the capacity to be genuinely nice to another human being without expecting anything in return.

Unlike some other Purebloods, Jacob has no real interest in such things as Blood Pride and he can usually be found scowling at any displays that include such behavior. However, like most Purebloods, the boy is also rather prideful and when the offer of help arises from others, he is usually too hardheadedly stubborn to accept it. Even if he ends up failing miserably at whatever the task is, since he has a strong dislike as being seen as helpless or weak.

Age: Sixteen (October 17th, 1956)
Hair: Blonde / Dirty Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 182 cm (5'11")
Laterality: Right-Handed
Build: Athletic - Compact Muscles
Ethnicity: English
Strength: Conjuring & Summoning
Weakness: Divination

Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Past Relationships: N/A
Dream Job: A work in progress. Meaning, he doesn't know anymore.
Likes: Quidditch, Quodpot, Dueling, Muggle Sports, Girls.
Dislikes: Hospitals
Currently Reading: Nothing. It is summer, who reads during summer?
Additional Info: Scar on his chest from surgery in his youth for his heart.

When the Devil is too busy [Facial Recognition]
And Death's a bit too much [Acquaintance]
They call on me, by name you see, [Partners in Crime]
For my special touch! [Future Friendship]

To the Gentlemen, I'm Misfortune [Attraction - (On him)]
To the Ladies, I'm Surprise [Crush (On him)]
But call me by any name [Snog - Past/Future]

Anyway it's all the same! [Other - Specify]

And it's so easy when you're evil [Annoyance]
This is the life, you see [Dislike]
The Devil tips his hat to me   [Rivalry]
I do it all because I'm evil [Enemy]
And I do it all for free [Other - Specify]

Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need! [Other - Specify]

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