As the Winchesters and Scott with his “pack” enter Mystic Falls with one idea in mind, stopping…
"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." -Galileo Galilei
Welcome to Maddox, Pennsylvania. Home to miles of rich forests and tree farms, most would say that the town was pretty overlooked, like any small town. But after the night of the comet, nothing was the same.Please follow the tracked tags cometreads, cometstarters, cometfollow and cometevent. We also track the tag nightofthecomet-rp.
Opened since June 22nd, 2013.
As the Winchesters and Scott with his “pack” enter Mystic Falls with one idea in mind, stopping…
For those of you who may have remembered, awhile back we had an AU gender-bend event. We’re going to try another one of these, but instead of gender, with age instead. Interested? Read below:
Reyna Lovelace ► Human ► 17 ► Sophie Turner
You should know that the world was built on bones.
Reyna…Reyna’s an odd one. But what else is to be expected when you were raised by the town’s mortician? Ever since Reyna was a little girl, as she was adopted at 4 months, she’s been surrounded by dead people, dead things. Her father, being single, often had to bring his daughter into work. Being the only mortician and funeral home in town, things got quite busy, leaving the plants that were supposed to make the business look lively, dead. Reyna, when she was about the age of four, took up the responsibility of keeping the plants nice and green, though really all she did was pour some water on them. But as she got older, even when she was a freshman, she would come to the funeral home after school and water the plants, soon enough she just ended taking the position of secretary.
But with becoming the secretary for a mortician, her own father, Reyna was considered even more odd by the other teens in town. It all started innocently, awkward small talk when bumping into a teen from her neighborhood. But then the rumors started, stares were being pointed, and she began to withdraw even more into herself, into her “work” and school, and into her relationship with her father. Really, he was the only friend she had.
Despite having her father, the judgmental looks from her peers really started to get to her. And she couldn’t help but wonder why everyone was staring at her. Was it her hair? Her body? Her skin? Were they noticing how one eye was slightly larger than the other? It didn’t take long for Reyna to become absolutely obsessed with looking perfect. But it wasn’t because she was vain, it was out of fear of being judged and ridiculed.
Suddenly, the only places you could see Reyna was at school, work, or running around town for hours. From the time she got home from work, until 9 or 10 at night, Reyna was running, determined to become even thinner. She was always a slim girl with a small build. But like every person who doesn’t work out, there was a bit extra, barely noticeable though. But to Reyna, it was as if she was 180 pounds, instead of 118.
It didn’t take long for the running to not be enough for her, for 108 pounds to still be too heavy. She started cutting back on how much she was eating, on what she was eating. It seemed like she only ate celery and fruit, nothing else.
It was the end of sophomore year when she collapsed. It was the middle of the day, fourth period to be exact. She was getting her AP U.S. History book out of her locker when suddenly she fell to the ground. People started to scream, unsure quite what was happening.
When she woke up at the hospital, her father was looking at her with sad eyes. He had no absolutely no idea what his daughter has been going through, despite the fact she now weighed a measly 97 pounds. After being released, under the conditions that her father would watch what she ate religiously, Reyna finished the rest of her sophomore year at home, through online courses and tutors from out of town.
She spent her summer in Scotland with her father, in the slim hopes of finding herself, she returned to Maddox. But she refused to go back to Maddox high, and instead enrolled in a private school a few towns away, hoping to have a fresh start.
A few weeks before school started, a day or two after the comet hit, Reyna was looking for some accessories to brighten up her new school uniform. Like many others, she was drawn to the jewelry made out of the comet. That day, when she went back to the funeral home, she realized that in her and her father’s absence, many of the plants had died. She touched the leaves of one plant gently, trying to determine just how much water it needed, but to her obvious surprise, when she returned from getting water, the plant was green once more. It took Reyna a few weeks of adjustment and research to realize what had happened. If what the internet said was true…She could bring back the dead. She hasn’t tried her powers on anything more than plants, and she really doesn’t plan to.
Reyna is the epitome of self-conscious, constantly touching her hair, tugging at her clothes, and readjusting her position. Some would say that’s the only thing they know about her. But really, she is a sweet girl, though a bit awkward. She often second guesses herself, sometimes even out loud, and finds it hard to hold a conversation with someone other than her father. But she made a vow, both to herself and her therapist, to try to turn over a new leaf this year. This includes telling absolutely no one about her powers, in fear that she’ll be seen as even a bigger freak. She’s desperately trying to make some friends within the town, so when her rich private school friends are jetting off to Paris during the holidays, she’ll have someone, anyone really. Her friendliness can sometimes come off as forced, but not because it’s fake, simply because hundreds of thoughts are racing through her mind: does she sound stupid? is her hair perfectly straight? does she look fat sitting like this? Reyna is still, and will always be fighting the battle against anorexia, but she refuses to let it define or control her.
Katherine Claire ► Succubus ► 174 (appears 21) ► Dianna Agron ► OC
She rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn’t you love to love her?
Katherine grew up in a very rich, but strict family. Her parents were never one for compassion, even when she was a child. It was the same rules, until the day she got away. Act like a lady - sit tall, cross your legs, keep your dresses ironed, always arrive at tea time on time, be polite. It was what she was used too and her parents drilled it into her head as well. ‘Love doesn’t exist. It’s all money and power. That’s what we live for, darling,’ was one of the lines that she would hear every single day of her life. Her life wasn’t full of cold people, though. There were the maids, of course, who would tuck her in bed every night. She would always have a kiss on the forehead, or a wish goodnight. The cooks would slip her extra sweets; each member of the household besides her own blood would give her a little extra, mostly out of pity for the poor girl. However, when her parents found out about the extra presents, the worker would immediately be fired and out on the streets.
There also was her cousin. Her cousin,Scarlett Benson, the most favorite person of hers in the world, who would visit at least every other two days. Scarlett was the exact opposite of her, the small blonde and delicate looking Katherine. No, her cousin was strong, tall, brunette, and wanted by half of the men in town. Scarlett, though, was also her best friend. The two did everything together, especially when it included socializing and going into town. And so when her cousin said they could have some ‘fun’ on Hallows eve with her boytoy of the month, Katherine reluctantly agreed, and tagged along with the two of them that very night. Her cousin introduced him as Nathaniel Edwards, calling him an imp jokingly, due to his short height. And when Scarlett got drunk and Katherine got buzzed, when Nathaniel Edwards offered to make the both of them immortal and beautiful forever, both agreed right away, without hesitation. After all, both girls thought it was a joke.
Both girls had agreed into becoming succubi without realizing the full effects whatsoever. But soon after realizing what was happening to them, Scarlett had freaked out and automatically separated herself from Katherine, leaving her alone once again. But, for once, Katherine knew what she would do. She had forever, right? Forever to show everyone who she was and what she could do, along with what the world was like. And that was exactly what the pretty blonde planned to do.
Katherine travels around wherever the crowd brings her. She loves people, watching them interact. In a way, it’s an example for how to play with people. With each new town she lives in, she chooses 5 people. With these 5, she’ll be whatever those 5 people want from a relationship. She’ll give them love, care, compassion, passion. Anything they want. But the moment she feels the people falling, she’ll stop. Katherine wants them too know that, yes, everything that they want exists in the world. That they just need to find it. In the mean time of all of this, though, she uses the 5 boys for her own pleasure, for her life source. They’re close at hand, all over her, and easy to get too. It’s the perfect fool proof plan. Until she starts to fall for them. It only happens every dozen of years, but the girl is a lonely one. She can’t help but getting attached to them. And when she does? It takes some time, but Katherine will eventually leave with no warning, no goodbye. It saves the unfortunate boy from being damned, and her own soul from feeling guilt.
Now, a hundred and 50 something years later, the girl still is the classic beauty that she was born as. On the outside, anyways. On the inside, she’s pure genius, with years of mistakes and learnings, along with classes. Jessamine is no longer, instead Katherine Chambers; the well educated beauty, who often fell too much into feelings, but managed to hide it with a pretty smile. She’s grown little girl, a contradiction as some would say.
**written by Penelope
Here is the list of most wanted characters for the group, ones we’d love to see taken. As for species, I’d say none in particular, though it would be nice to see some more incubi/succubi, werewolves, imps or even humans.
Her character is now re-opened.
Jem Abrams ► Resident ► 12 ► Jared Gilmore
When all you wanted was to be wanted.
Considering the families in Maddox, the Abrams were definitely not the ideal family to live in. In fact, it wasn’t ideal for anyone. Jem’s father had never been named, and while the little boy had asked him mom multiple times who he was, eventually he stopped asking when he realized she was never going to answer him. Whoever his father was, he was long gone. But that didn’t sway Jem from imagining who his father could be, where he was in the world, and whether he knew that Jem was alive or not. Soon this ideal of image of his father just became one of his imaginary friends, one of the many he had growing up. His mother, on the other hand, was practically imaginary; Jem learned early on that the extent of the role his mother played in his life was through providing some food and a roof over his head. She was always around, yes - considering she didn’t seem to work nearly as much as she should be, working as a waitress at Denny’s in the next town over - but it was nothing beyond that. Jem’s mother just wasn’t particularly… maternal. She had her own way of raising him, which basically included pretending like he didn’t exist. If it weren’t for Jem’s older brother Roscoe, he’d have no idea where he’d be. Six years older than him, his brother was always that person that Jem couldn’t help but look up to. All the boy’s favorite memories involved his brother, and whenever he was sad or hurt Roscoe was always there for him. Always. From early on, Jem was never like the other kids in his school. For one thing, most of them lived in nice three-story houses, complete with a brother, a sister, two parents and a golden retriever. And Jem? Well, he had his broken family, his mobile home in the bad side of town, and the complete inability to connect to kids his age. Of course, that was partly considering how he was known as “Silent Jem” in most of his primary classes, because of the lack of verbal communication he would give. The kids laughed at him and called him names, then would proceed to go home and tell their parents about him. Their parents in turn would tell them to stay away from him, because of his family roots. It was a sad cycle, but Jem was also blissfully unaware of it. He kept to his corner, talking only to his imaginary friends, and making up stories about far away lands in his mind.
As he got older, he began to realize just how different he was from other kids. Jem started to notice how all the kids in his class had at least one parent there for the class parties, and how there was always someone outside the school to pick them up afterwards. He could tell that they dressed differently and acted differently then how his mother and the guys that would come to their house and spend the night would act. And mostly Jem began to realize the bad things people in town would say, or the bad looks they would give each other, whenever Roscoe and Jem went into town. It made Jem more sad than anything - why would people act this way to them? Weren’t they not all the same? These realizations hit an all time worse when Jem was around ten years old. Things with his brother were different - Roscoe wasn’t home as often, and he had to spend more time alone with his mother and her men. One night Roscoe came home late, and was so loud he woke Jem up. The ten year old left his room and went to see what was wrong, and that’s when his mom’s friend got angry. The man smacked Jem across the face; it wasn’t that hard (or the first time it had happened), but Roscoe freaked out. That night is still a blur to the boy, but he remembers his brother continuously hitting their mother’s friend, his blood staining the carpet. Then he remember watching his brother leave the house without a second glance at him, and not returning for six months.
The six months Roscoe was gone was really hard for Jem; other than the occasional visit by Roscoe’s friend Emily, the boy was pretty much on his own. For a long time his mother wouldn’t even glance at Jem, blaming him for the fight between the two guys and for Roscoe’s disappearance. He learned to take care of himself then, at the age of eleven years old. Jem had closed himself up big time during this time, and it took Roscoe coming back after six months to slowly start to open himself back again. The boy felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, and Roscoe did a good job to help lift it - but even so, Jem knew what his brother was trying to do. He was thankful for his brother’s protection, but couldn’t help be a little bitter. Roscoe had left, and Jem had to figure out how to live without him, and now he wanted to make things better? There’s no anger towards his brother, there hasn’t been for a long time. But he still feels… wary towards him. Jem knows he means well, but he’s afraid to trust Roscoe once more. He had relied on him for most of his life, but Jem was now in middle school. He needed to learn to stand up for himself, make his own friends, and live his life already to the most it can be. Just because everyone turns and whispers about him as he passes, doesn’t mean he has to listen to them.
Jem is known to be an odd kid, always hanging out alone or even seen talking to himself. Honestly though, he’s a really friendly person - he just comes off as a bit strong, and when everyone knows your family’s reputation as not being a good one, making friends can be hard. Roscoe had talked him into joining the soccer team to make friends, but all it had really done was make him feel more isolated from a group of his peers than ever. Really, all Jem wants is a friend, one who will actually talk back to him and accept him for who he is. The twelve year old has the ability to be unrelentingly optimistic, even when all the odds are against him. Though there’s a darkness that silently stirs up inside of him, threatening to escape, Jem tries his hardest to control his inner depression. Lately it had been increasingly hard to do so, however, ever since Jem went out and found a comet stone. He had gone to the Waverly’s horse farm after the comet had fell and all the comet stones had been collected, but there was one sparkly greenish-blue stone that had left behind. Since then Jem has held it in his pocket, trying to make it a good luck charm, though it’s done anything but. Since then not only has he felt his insecurities inside starting to eat him up, but it seems as if the darkness as been calling to him. Shadows have been moving when nothing was there, and it’s really starting to freak the kid out. He’s been having crazy nightmares, to the point where he’s barely been getting any sleep at all. Jem’s never been afraid of the dark - but fears can change, right?
So lately it’s been getting a little hard to keep track of the activity checks I do (because I send them out personally after five days to a week of inactivity) so I figured it’d just be easier to do it here. Also because sometimes people mention they’ll be gone to others, so they can let me know before I re-open them. I’ll post these every Friday, and the people will have until that Sunday to reply otherwise they’ll be removed.
So those who need to keep their activity up by
- Mason Colley
- Addam Van Hunter
- Caden Carmichael
- Victor Welsh
- Alexander Krevitz
- Samuel Moore
Edit: I kind of just realized that it might have been hard for people to get on this week because of the holidays, so I’ll extend this activity check until Friday. Hope everyone had a good holiday break, if y’all were celebrating anything!
His character has been re-opened.