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Name: Jacapo “Jack” Reyes-Murphy

Gender: Male

General Appearance: A literal perfect mix of Raven and Murphy. He has Murphy’s facial structure, eye color, jawline, and mouth. He got Raven’s hair color and nose. His skin color is between Raven’s tan and Murphy’s pale. Both his parents have slender/slim builds, so he’s scrawny. Even when he does fill out, he’s still going to be on the lankier side. Not very tall either. 

Personality: He has Raven’s genius, fiery temper, independence, hero complex, and bluntness with Murphy’s dry wit, snark, survival skills, and sarcasm. He’s very prideful, dismissive, and stubborn. Extremely stubborn. An example of this is when he found out where meat and dairy came from. He educated himself on the horrors behind the animal industries and became a vegan, refusing to eat anything that comes from animals. Anytime he catches anyone in their family eating/drinking non-vegan products, he likes to remind them exactly where it came from in gorey detail. His picky eating has made them change their own diets in order to help support their son and his cause.

Special Talents: Genius level IQ, Activism, Leadership skills.

Who they like better: He loves both his parents, but Murphy is easier to talk to and more open minded than Raven at times. 

Who they take after more: Raven. He has her temper, her stubbornness, her arrogance, and her pride. One thing that always catches Raven’s attention is his inflections are exactly like Murphy’s. 

Personal Headcanon: He’s the second child, having four siblings in total. He also takes politics extremely seriously. While having a very arrogant attitude, he hates seeing the less fortunate getting taken advantage of and will always call it out.  He’s also been trying to steal Raven’s coffee since he was a baby. She has a picture of him as a baby covered in coffee grounds because he knocked it off the counter as a toddler. He was smart enough to know that coffee comes from it but still small enough not to understand shoving a handful of it into your mouth is a bad idea. It’s one of her favorite pictures of him. He also idolizes @brightmcnd​ His name is a tribute to Jacapo Sinclair. 

Faceclaim: Aidan Gallagher

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I’ve talked about a lot of my rp pet peeves before so to try and say something different… it really frustrates me when someone has to make everything about their muse. Obviously our focus is going to be on whatever character we play, and it’s okay for some RPs to have more focus on one than the other, especially when you plot it first.

SWEET  NOTHINGS. 

IT’S  A  TOUGH  QUESTION  TO  ANSWER  ,    his  self  esteem  has  never  been  of  a  high  count  and  after  his  injury ,  it  lowered  to  damn  near  non  existent.  he  doesn’t  look  for  pity  or  compliments  whenever  he  puts  himself  down  or  comes  across  as  he  is  doing  so ,  it’s  simply  just  down  to  the  way  that  he  is  wired.  brought  on  by  years  of  bullying  and  abuse.  

“   i  believe  it  comes  from  a  good  place.   “   it’s  better  than  an  out  right  no  i  don’t.  but  probably  nowhere  near  close  to  what  john  was  expecting.  

and minutes before , there was a plea falling- no tumbling off of her lips to the man right in front of her. chants from the crowd encouraged him, and god- it all happened so fast. he was hung- rope the only thing holding him up - threatening to tear his head off of his body . blood falling from his mouth and if she was being honest- she didn’t know who it belonged to. it seemed as if her and the blonde pulling at bellamy were the only two against this. that was until the small girl stepped forwards. admitting that she had killed wells- of course. she watched as clarke grabbed an ax nearby and jamming the metal side into the tree- cutting the rope that held murphy up the tree. and her fingers were moving under the rope around his neck- trying to free him- let him breath . 

          @aresborrn the one with Diego ! 

One moment, the Kraken was feeling the mysterious residue left on old, scratched up floorboards, the next, he’s crouched behind a door, waiting to make the next move. A few moments prior, he was convinced the place was abandoned. Then movement somewhere on the left alerted him this assumption was wrong. 

he should be surprised. really, that isn’t on the list of things he expected john to say. maybe they could just wait until the stores stocked up again; maybe they could just do something else; anything but what he’d actually heard. and sam’s mouth gapes open a little with the nonchalance in john’s voice, how he doesn’t seem to be phased at all by the idea of going without condoms for once. it’s not like they’re sleeping with other people, but it’s still a little nerve-wrecking to think about.

the spy’s eyes were wary on murphy. she’d been telling him for weeks that she would teach him with a bow, and echo had also been skirting around to find time, or something else to do. it wasn’t personal, but it was placing something she prized in someone else’s hands. after a few hours of being hunkered down in a cave in the valley, while the others around them were sleeping, echo realized there was..nothing else to do. concession was in her eyes as she finally pulled herself up from the ground where she’d been leaning into the rock wall, boots scuffing a little at loose dust and dirt as she came to a stop in front of him and slid her quiver of arrows from her shoulder to hold it out to him. “unless you want to lazy around like the rest of them are.” it had been raining outside the caves; their reason for hiding out, but it had slowed and as long as they went out opposite of the village they should be fine.