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Character Plot Creation & Management / what i be || l.l.r.
« on: 04/05/2021 at 10:58 »

lycus
ricardus
1949 | cancer/leo cusp

He still is not a Slytherin like he wanted to be, but he's making do with Ravenclaw. Still not fitting the stereotype, he's still straying away from Ravenclaw Tower as often as possible by hanging out with friends of every other house. In all ways, he is a regular teenager.

Except, he isn't. There is a lot to live up to with a surname like his. Lycus is the oldest son of Salazar Ricardus and Pandora Ricardus (née Duke). For now, he does not feel the pressure. And so, he is still permitted to do as he please, to have friends of any blood status, to poke around for fun. And that is precisely what he is doing: whatever he wants. Whilst also trying to be a little bit cooler than last term. How will he fare and how will you contribute?


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1961 / error 404 – jip not found
« on: 12/21/2020 at 13:04 »
alright. that's it for fancy codes i guess.

look who's here after an almost complete summer absence!

it is i, jip! but you can also call me by any of my characters' names, i listen to a lot of things. i have a relatively new house (it's 1930s but we just got it) and it lives in the netherlands. the netherlands is famous for its cheese and stroopwafels but you have seen nothing yet if you do not know about pepernoten yet. i have basically survived december on those.

i have a bachelor of arts degree in humanistic studies and a master of science degree in public administration and organization sciences. i work as a junior policy advisor in the social domain of the public sector by day, and am a savage couchpotato by night - that gray fleece blanket has become part of me by now.

i got you some old and new facts about me:
- proud ravenclaw and confused wampus.
- i have only been to the office 8 times since march.
- my birthday is 20th june 1995. gemini sun, pisces moon, pisces rising. tuesday. year of the pig.
- coffee is to be enjoyed black and i love caramelized pear tea.
- my mbti is infj.
- my current favorite food is yum yum duck-flavored noodle soup. don't ask.
- my relationship with marvel and star wars changes from day to day.
- the song 'first' by cold war kids has been in the top three of my spotify wrapped for several years now.
- i always listen songs on repeat for hours on end. hence my eternal headphones.
- mumford & sons, parov stelar, general fiasco, editors, bastille, hudson taylor, dotan, x ambassadors, two door cinema club, twenty one pilots, franz ferdinand, kaleo, bohnes, the score.
- peaky blinders, umbrella academy, the stranger, sex education, game of thrones, the witcher, sense8, the bodyguard (bbc series), lilyhammer, sherlock, mindhunter, la casa de papel. am working my way through 'the queen of the south' now.
- i have a poor habit of never using the gift cards people get me.
- captain america: the winter soldier is my comfort movie. sense8 is my comfort series.
- i have been playing the mobile game 'empires' religiously for the last couple of weeks.

also i play eight characters:
- ignis fides rivers. wants to do some right. cat lady. could use a friend.
- salazar ricardus. notorious cheater. fights a lot. disgruntled 24/7.
- rid. wandmaker. famous for his stutter. very shy. has a cat.
- cladis perses gallion. insane but coping. doting husband and father. strange. got a ferret.
- loxias ricardus jr. steer clear. elitist. cold-hearted. doesn't like you.
- waldo woodrow angerville. wants to be your friend. happy go lucky.
- benjamin maynard. actually nemo. also a thief. isn't the nicest.
- lycus ricardus. very young and naive. figuring it out. stuffed dragon toy.

alright, peace out!

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1960 / hell freezes over | s.candlelight
« on: 08/20/2020 at 15:27 »
MID JULY, 1960
Late afternoon


He didn't know what stupid summer camp didn't have a proper place to swim, but this was apparently that kind of camp.

Instead of swimming water, there was a well inhabited by swans Lycus didn't care to familiarize himself with too much, and then there also was some weird enchanted well that he didn't dare drink out of a second time let alone dare to take a tip in, not to mention the snake-infested waters around the dueling block and then this frozen pit of hell. All of which didn't really seem favorable options for taking a dip, and that in the middle of sweltering summer.

Too stubborn to let a couple of wells defeat him in his search for cooling down a tad, Lycus had defiantly pulled on his swimming trunks. He hadn't been so much of a daredevil that he had dared to make his way down to this collection of rivers without wearing a shirt on top – he didn't want others to think that he might actually be that stupid even though he potentially was.

And so there he stood, his hands on his hips, staring at the water as if scolding it might make it run less cold. Bare toes wiggled impatiently in the grass at the very edge of where it had frosted over, debating whether or not he should at least try it.

But every time he convinced himself that he most definitely could, he pulled himself back just at the last moment. Very indecisive, his scowl deepened at the same time he melted a little further every passing second due to the blistering sun that mercilessly shone down on the failed spectacle.

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1960 / fallin' | p. st.oswald
« on: 08/10/2020 at 14:52 »
22 JULY, 1960
Around the floor channels
Late afternoon


Giddy couldn't even describe how he felt right now, could barely contain the happiness that he felt today. For he was absolutely elated and the most excited he had been in like, well, forever.

The first obvious reason for that was that it was finally his eleventh birthday, which meant that he finally wasn't that much of a kid anymore around the camp where the majority of campers were incoming second years and above. And that, also, meant that he was finally old enough to get paired with his very own and very first wand. He had been looking forward to the entire ordeal ever since he had come to camp, had had trouble sleeping for the last week just because he was looking forward to it so much.

After having spent the early morning at Ricardus Hall to celebrate with his Family, the party had then headed for Prendergast & Sons. He hadn't stopped smiling during the entire process.

Now, early morning, clutching the slim box that contained his wand to his chest and eager to show anyone who would want do see it, he stumbled out of the Floo Channels and into Camp Loki. Almost falling over his own feet as he was determined to rush into camp as soon as he got even though there were only a handful of people he had already met he could bug about his excitement, he was stopped only as he bodily slammed into someone else.

"Oh!" He breathily exclaimed, eyes wide and only defensively clutching the box tighter, he glanced at the blonde girl whom he hadn't seen until now. "Sorry?"

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1960 / battle royale | open!
« on: 08/07/2020 at 07:47 »
23 JULY, 1960
Around the dueling block
Late morning


"Ha!" He proclaimed, his wand pointed at the thin air in front of him. "Take that!"

His expression was absolutely triumphant, elated, like a kid in a candy shop. Because, clutched in the hand he held stretched out in front of him, lay his wand. His own, actual and new wand. He wouldn't exactly recall its properties – something about peacock and a kind of wood he had never heard of before – but he was already certain that it was the absolute best and most beautiful wand he had ever seen before. Better than the wands of his parents or his older sister, and also infinitively better than the wand of his Grandfather.

His Father had taken him to Prendergast & Sons' to get him a wand for his birthday yesterday, celebrating the milestone of turning eleven in the magical world. He had almost been too excited to focus on the questions the wandmaker had asked to try and figure out the best wand for him, but he had eventually pulled through. And when the wand's tip had glowed upon taking it in his hand for the first time, he had never felt more victorious and lucky.

This beautiful thing, all his.

It was but a minor detail that he had no idea how to use it yet, that he didn't know any spells yet nor how to pull them off. But even that couldn't stifle his happiness.

Maybe, in a way, it only added to it because it was a free pass for him to let his imagination run wild on pretend-fights in which he could be the hero.

"Pew!" He created his own sound effect after a made-up flourish with his wand at an imaginary enemy, "That's right, monster! I'm the boss!"

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1960 / airborne | m.king
« on: 08/06/2020 at 13:07 »
LATE JULY, 1960
After the first Quidditch game
Late morning


Clasping one in his hands and looking at it with a scrutinizing gaze, there was only one conclusion possible: this was a broom alright.

He knew what a broom was and he knew what could be done with it, familiar with its flying abilities from having grown up in a magical Family and never having encountered someone who didn't know that certain brooms could fly. It was a natural fact for him, something that he had taken for granted so long, knowing that one day he would learn how to fly one himself.

Having watched other campers participate in Quidditch earlier that month had only made him more keen to be able to soar through the skies all by himself, more excited to know that he'd get to take flying classes when term started. But, until then, the Ricardus boy was unapologetically grounded and left without a clue how to start flying such a thing.

A frown distorted his features as he tilted the broom just slightly in his hands as if he was looking for a way to switch it on to get it going. There appeared to be no such thing. Apparently it wasn't just going to be easy like getting on one and flying off, but there appeared to be a science or art to it that he was yet to learn.

Bummer.

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1960 / reverie | f.märchen
« on: 08/05/2020 at 15:54 »
EARLY AUGUST, 1960
Late morning


Lox the stuffed dragon toy, these days, lay hidden under his pillow for entire days now.

That was after he had discovered that apparently stuffed animals weren't exactly something that the older kids seemed to carry around, not something that they still played with. And because they were older, they were also immediately cooler, and therewith also everything that should be looked up to and imitated. It didn't appear to him that anyone else had felt compelled to take their stuffed animals with them to camp, or that everyone else did a splendid job at hiding them. And so, his stuffed dragon toy had been something that had been locked away in the cabins during the daytime, and that he kept hugged close to his chest under the blankets at night.

Every morning, he'd hide the stuffed animal again and pretend to be one of the cool kids who didn't play around with stuffed animals anymore.

But there was no hiding that he was nothing like the cool kids, no denying that he missed dragging the stuffed animal toy around with him wherever he went. Truth be told, he even felt a little bit guilty for going on so much adventures without the little dragon.

This morning was when he was making it up to him.

"I also don't know where we are, Lox." He muttered under his breath as he pushed through the meadow, the arm of the little dragon toy clasped firmly in his left hand. "Oh! I should show you–"

But then a rustle of the grass caught his attention, and he instantly turned – beet-red from embarrassment – to face the direction from which the sound had come from. Attempting to hide Lox behind his back, the stuffed animal's big nose peeked curiously from behind it to glance at whoever else had come here so early.

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1960 / bird in the hand | s.boleyn
« on: 08/05/2020 at 05:38 »
EARLY JULY, 1960
Sometime afternoon


There were many things at this camp that he couldn't explain, that were weird and just out of place. He had never been to a place where it was simultaneously summer and winter, never been to a place where the sites were so out of the ordinary and almost seemed to defy the possible. And never before had he been in a place that was so obviously drenched in magic, which all just barely held it together at the seams.

Whoever had thought up this place had a wildly vivid imagination – that, or some serious issues.

Yet, he wanted so badly to understand it. And it seemed that the only way to get to understand any of it, was to explore it. To get a closer look at most of the things he failed to wrap his head around, to try and find reason within everything that seemed unreasonable.

He had tried to start with the perpetual snowstorm at Eljudnir, but had quickly found that it was too advanced to start with. He needed to start with the smaller things, with the things that he still did understand and then move forward from there. If only those things that he did understand wanted to cooperate – which they apparently weren't intending.

"Here." He tried to offer the swan a piece of bread by stretching his arm from where he was sitting, holding it out to it but barely seeming to catch its attention. "Look, look, look! I brought you bread!"

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1960 / explanations | d.devarajah
« on: 08/04/2020 at 20:24 »
LATE JULY, 1960
Sometime afternoon


Sitting at the water's edge, his knees were brought up against his chest and his hands were clasped on top of them. His chin rested atop the backs of his hands, angling his head forward and down so he could still look into the water. There was no telling how long he was already sitting there like that, and even Lycus couldn't be sure.

It wasn't like he had anything else to do, anyway.

Having left his books behind and his stuffed dragon toy hidden under his pillow, he had been at a complete loss of how to kill his time by any other means. But he had felt like he had to, the comment that he 'always read' having stuck with him even though he hadn't wanted it to.

And so he had strolled around the camp side, looking for something to do. The movement had caught his attention first, the flicker of colors had managed to keep his attention. Intrigued by the creatures in the water, he managed to lock his sights on one of the creatures before it slipped out of his line of sight, disappearing to Merlin knew what place. They were pretty and interesting and something so other than what he had seen before – or maybe he just had never paid attention before.

"What are they?" Came his question out of nowhere at the same time a frown distorted his features, looking up and to the side of him to where he had sensed out a presence before – a lurking shadow he only acknowledged now. Blue eyes settled on the other though he remained positioned as he had been before, doing nothing to approach the other. "How did they get here?"

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1960 / we met | v.carstairs
« on: 08/04/2020 at 19:43 »
JULY, 1960
Second night
Dinner time


Not used to being away from home that much nor outside of his usual social circles, the promise of camp had been daunting from the start. And actually arriving here hadn't managed to change his mind yet.

All around him, people seemed to know each other. Most people seemed to gravitate towards friend groups that seemed to have formed ages ago, whilst others made new friends the minute they had set foot on the camping grounds. And then there were those who seemed to be more like himself, the kind that seemed to stand just in the eye of the storm and still be overlooked. Little islands in a crowd, it was hard to bridge the distance between himself and everyone else.

Had he gotten away with it during the day when he could simply hide out in a corner with either his book or his stuffed dragon toy, he didn't get away with it in the dining hall. Not when everyone sat in clusters and were horribly caught up in whatever animated conversations they entertained.

Scanning the space, all he was hoping for someone else who sat alone or some other beacon of recognition.

He got so much more than he bargained for in the form of – what was his name again? Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants, he almost awkwardly forced himself to start taking steps forward and approach him – Ferdinand, Tormund, Vincent – his footfall was almost staccato as he crossed the hall. A deep breath – Casper, Valentino

"Hey–" He started when he got close enough, debating whether or not he needed to tap him on the shoulder incase he didn't hear him over the bustling crowds. "I know you, right?"

Although he had completely forgotten his name.

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1960 / booking progress | e.blaine
« on: 08/04/2020 at 19:08 »
JULY, 1960
At the top
Early evening


Next to him, a little bit slouched, sat his stuffed pet dragon. It hung its head low, resting its chin on his chest, its arms slack next to its body as it balanced on its behind. Staring straight ahead, the little dragon toy was the only one to admire the view from up here.

Lycus' attention, on the other hand, was solely focused on the book he had brought up here with him. Slouched like his toy but with his legs dangling over the edge, the book lay open in his lap. Both hands pressed to the opened pages both in attempt to keep it firmly there in his lap and trying his hardest to cover the fact that he didn't understand half of what was written in it.

He didn't understand half of the words that were in it, nor did he understand what they were supposed to drone on about. All taken into account, it seemed to be just a jumble of pretentious words meant to confuse the reader. Any reader, no matter how clever. Having picked it up from the library without checking out first what it was supposed to be on, it proved itself a major disappointment.

Especially after that climb.

All that effort and all that time spent on trying to avoid the bustling liveliness of camp and find some peace and quiet to read, only to find out that it was close to unreadable to a a ten year old. Scowling at the pages as if it was the books' fault, he was also too stubborn to admit his fault right away and get down quicker than he had come up here.

He would wait at least eleven minutes before admitting defeat.

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1960 / sheep's clothing | lycus
« on: 08/04/2020 at 13:25 »

lycus
ricardus
1949 | cancer/leo cusp

There is a lot to live up to with a surname like his. One might expect that he is true to his surname – cold, elitist, distanced, arrogant – but he's not. Instead, he is curious and quite tolerant, a little bit reserved and pretty humble. Lycus, a little bit of an ugly duckling, is the oldest son of Salazar Ricardus and Pandora Ricardus (née Duke). For now, he does not feel the pressure. And so, he is still permitted to be quieter, to be more of a reader, to get lost in his own daydreams or play pretend. Not quite used to social circles that aren’t within his own Family, he is currently a little bit at a loss and a long way out of his comfort zone. How will he fare and how will you contribute?

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