#christopher larkin fc

Name: Stanley Fox

Character: Slightly from Peter Pan

Age: 24

Occupation: Student at PU

Degree: Architecture

Faceclaim: Christopher Larkin

Played by: OPEN

+ Friendly, Intelligent, Creative - Condescending, Sarcastic, Sly

Stanley was the first of the Lost Boys that Peter brought into his fold. A fellow foster kid who was abandoned by his parents, he could relate to Peter’s disdain for adults and those that claimed to care about them but obviously didn’t. He jumped headlong into Peter’s fantasies, even coming up with ideas of his own to supplement them and make them more “real,” designing tree-houses and forts and “castles” that they built and played in.

He still enjoyed learning, however, and continued to go to school despite Peter’s protests that he didn’t need it. And when the opportunity came to go to Polaris to pursue his architectural dreams, he jumped at it. He knows Peter considers this a betrayal, but he does his best to spend his free time with Peter in the forest, even as he’s starting to feel adulthood calling to him. And he’s finding more and more reasons to answer it.

                                                ~ Connections ~

The Darlings ~ As a child, Stanley was skeptical about bringing the Darlings into their group, but he soon came to care about them too. When Wendy told the group that they were leaving to “grow up,” he was one of the loudest to protest, but now he’s starting to think Wendy had a point.

camp half blood ||  percy jackson rp  

a place to escape your demons, to learn to defend yourself, to live among the only other people who understand you, the ones you’ll come to call your family.

“Endings are not always bad. Most times they’re just beginnings in disguise.” ― Kim Harrison, Something Deadly This Way Comes ,

No one is quite sure how it began. It seems that people entered in droves, herds. What was known, however, is that life on earth had ceased to exist. There was something more. Something otherworldly and full of pleasure. A place for new beginnings and revived memories. Families reunited, friends fell back in touch, lovers rejoiced. A place known as the second stage. No longer are bodies seen as impure, instead they are viewed as shrines to a new era. An era without death, without prejudice. An awakening.

a chance.

Afterlifehq is about characters who find their way into the afterlife and start their lives they way they wanted. We accept multimuse blogs and we’ll be opening once we hit 20 applicants!

Maddox Xiao  | Twenty;  Survivor

House: Torren Security Class: 2 Status: Infected - Telepathy

History

Everybody told Maddox he was so much like his father. But the truth was, he grew up much like his British adoptive parent, Miles, but he was nothing like his real father. 

Not that being like Kevin Tsai would have been a bad thing, by most people’s books, even by his own, but Maddox was simply everything his birth father wasn’t. His ambitions were driven not by numbers or statistics or power, but by art and passion and love. There was nothing Maddox did that he didn’t put his whole heart into—in fact, he wore it on his sleeve. Propelled himself through life with an attitude of honesty and compassion. 

A dancer, like his mother, and an artist, like her husband, Maddox spent his time listening to music, smoking pot on the beach watching the sunset, blowing glass at his father’s shop down by the harbor. 

He was a box breaker, in every way. Did nothing he didn’t want to, nothing he didn’t feel, and he believed he was better for it. The world of the 2160s was a mechanical, hollow place, and he refused to live an equally empty life. Such was his determination, in fact, that he ditched his electronics. His phone, his gadgets, his 24/7 connection to the internet and to Echo, and he lived as unthethered to technology as he could. He made it his goal to keep himself grounded. Feel the grass beneath his bare feet. The sand between his toes. Know the heat of smooth rocks from the sun under his palm. These were the things worth living for. These were the things that were worth his energy. 

These, and music. Dance. Expression. And for someone so in tune with himself and his spirituality, he was remarkably bright, well spoken and courageous. In fact, his friends had once (okay, more than once) compared him to Rufio, the character from the 1990's story of Peter Pan, Hook, and it’d funnily enough become a lasting nickname. 

Losing Miles had been a hard hit. He’d been old enough to know what it meant that he was dead, but not quite old enough to understand it at the level that he should. And his pain manifested as anger and solitude, for a good couple of years. Everything about him got darker. His music, his mood, his friends, his art. 

But eventually, time healed, as it often promises to, and as a budding teenager he had his whole life ahead of him. 

Until he didn’t, anymore. 

Maddox Today

Having Kevin in his life had been something he’d gotten used to. He’d grown to love the man as a father, eventually, but nothing had brought them quite as close as the trauma that was D-Day. They’d had so little in common, aside from their unconditional and familial love for his mother Mia, and though the apocalypse didn’t change that, it didn’t change everything else. 

Loss and fear has a way of breaking down walls. Bringing people together and forming bonds that might not have formed otherwise. It makes people vulnerable. And in times of vulnerability, it is in the nature of the human condition to want to be close to someone. To be protected and to protect. 

Maddox had always had a connection to his “Uncle Kev” at least, as he’d basically raised him since Miles’ death, but the man never truly became his ‘father’ until after the sky had fallen, and taken Maddox’ mother with it. 

The five miserable years of the aftermath were made somewhat less horrible, and significantly less lonely, with Kevin by his side, and together they made moving on possible. 

Maddox grew up to be just as passionate and enigmatic as he has been in the Old World, except now he’s older, more wounded, and has much more to be angry about. He finds himself more and more intrigued with the idea of these ‘Rebel’ groups forming, and since the rise of the New Wave Reformists calling themselves ‘government’, his passion has taken the wheel. Their narcissistic, close-minded and unfair beliefs make him angry, on behalf of himself and the friends he’s made over the years, and he refuses just stand by and watch these people form the society their new world will be based on. 

At the Colony, he’s begrudgingly willing to play along for the time being, in part due to his nagging, worried father, and in part because he knows the best thing he can do for himself right now is to keep a low profile. But he keeps his ears to the ground at all times for rumblings of a rebellion, and knows that though it may take time to become anything, it’s a side he wants to fight for. A stand he has to make. 

Related bios: Kevin Tsai

     WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF-EVIDENT

In a world of inequality, the small town in North Carolina, Shadow Falls, remains one of the most divided towns in spite of its progress for the supernatural. Tension between the human and supernatural residences reign high. Radical groups exist on both sides, arguing that one group is more superior than the other while others advocate for peace and coexistence. In a town so mixed, history is bound to happen.

                    THAT ALL MEN WERE CREATED EQUAL...

Shadow Falls is a brand new original character supernatural town roleplay that just opened! Set in the fictional town of Shadow Falls, North Carolina, Supernatural creatures are often treated like second rate citizens, with some battling to fit in and others fighting desperately to stand out. Through regular events and tasks where a character’s decisions could change the fate of the town, we hope that this mature, LGBT and POC inclusive, rp will become your home!

Maddox Xiao  | Twenty;  Survivor

House: Torren Security Class: 2 Status: Infected - Telepathy

History

Everybody told Maddox he was so much like his father. But the truth was, he grew up much like his British adoptive parent, Miles, but he was nothing like his real father. 

Not that being like Kevin Tsai would have been a bad thing, by most people’s books, even by his own, but Maddox was simply everything his birth father wasn’t. His ambitions were driven not by numbers or statistics or power, but by art and passion and love. There was nothing Maddox did that he didn’t put his whole heart into—in fact, he wore it on his sleeve. Propelled himself through life with an attitude of honesty and compassion. 

A dancer, like his mother, and an artist, like her husband, Maddox spent his time listening to music, smoking pot on the beach watching the sunset, blowing glass at his father’s shop down by the harbor. 

He was a box breaker, in every way. Did nothing he didn’t want to, nothing he didn’t feel, and he believed he was better for it. The world of the 2160s was a mechanical, hollow place, and he refused to live an equally empty life. Such was his determination, in fact, that he ditched his electronics. His phone, his gadgets, his 24/7 connection to the internet and to Echo, and he lived as unthethered to technology as he could. He made it his goal to keep himself grounded. Feel the grass beneath his bare feet. The sand between his toes. Know the heat of smooth rocks from the sun under his palm. These were the things worth living for. These were the things that were worth his energy. 

These, and music. Dance. Expression. And for someone so in tune with himself and his spirituality, he was remarkably bright, well spoken and courageous. In fact, his friends had once (okay, more than once) compared him to Rufio, the character from the 1990's story of Peter Pan, Hook, and it’d funnily enough become a lasting nickname. 

Losing Miles had been a hard hit. He’d been old enough to know what it meant that he was dead, but not quite old enough to understand it at the level that he should. And his pain manifested as anger and solitude, for a good couple of years. Everything about him got darker. His music, his mood, his friends, his art. 

But eventually, time healed, as it often promises to, and as a budding teenager he had his whole life ahead of him. 

Until he didn’t, anymore. 

Maddox Today

Having Kevin in his life had been something he’d gotten used to. He’d grown to love the man as a father, eventually, but nothing had brought them quite as close as the trauma that was D-Day. They’d had so little in common, aside from their unconditional and familial love for his mother Mia, and though the apocalypse didn’t change that, it didn’t change everything else. 

Loss and fear has a way of breaking down walls. Bringing people together and forming bonds that might not have formed otherwise. It makes people vulnerable. And in times of vulnerability, it is in the nature of the human condition to want to be close to someone. To be protected and to protect. 

Maddox had always had a connection to his “Uncle Kev” at least, as he’d basically raised him since Miles’ death, but the man never truly became his ‘father’ until after the sky had fallen, and taken Maddox’ mother with it. 

The five miserable years of the aftermath were made somewhat less horrible, and significantly less lonely, with Kevin by his side, and together they made moving on possible. 

Maddox grew up to be just as passionate and enigmatic as he has been in the Old World, except now he’s older, more wounded, and has much more to be angry about. He finds himself more and more intrigued with the idea of these ‘Rebel’ groups forming, and since the rise of the New Wave Reformists calling themselves ‘government’, his passion has taken the wheel. Their narcissistic, close-minded and unfair beliefs make him angry, on behalf of himself and the friends he’s made over the years, and he refuses just stand by and watch these people form the society their new world will be based on. 

At the Colony, he’s begrudgingly willing to play along for the time being, in part due to his nagging, worried father, and in part because he knows the best thing he can do for himself right now is to keep a low profile. But he keeps his ears to the ground at all times for rumblings of a rebellion, and knows that though it may take time to become anything, it’s a side he wants to fight for. A stand he has to make. 

Related bios: Kevin Tsai

Maddox Xiao  | Twenty;  Survivor

House: Torren Security Class: 2 Status: Infected - Telepathy

History

Everybody told Maddox he was so much like his father. But the truth was, he grew up much like his British adoptive parent, Miles, but he was nothing like his real father. 

Not that being like Kevin Tsai would have been a bad thing, by most people’s books, even by his own, but Maddox was simply everything his birth father wasn’t. His ambitions were driven not by numbers or statistics or power, but by art and passion and love. There was nothing Maddox did that he didn’t put his whole heart into—in fact, he wore it on his sleeve. Propelled himself through life with an attitude of honesty and compassion. 

A dancer, like his mother, and an artist, like her husband, Maddox spent his time listening to music, smoking pot on the beach watching the sunset, blowing glass at his father’s shop down by the harbor. 

He was a box breaker, in every way. Did nothing he didn’t want to, nothing he didn’t feel, and he believed he was better for it. The world of the 2160s was a mechanical, hollow place, and he refused to live an equally empty life. Such was his determination, in fact, that he ditched his electronics. His phone, his gadgets, his 24/7 connection to the internet and to Echo, and he lived as unthethered to technology as he could. He made it his goal to keep himself grounded. Feel the grass beneath his bare feet. The sand between his toes. Know the heat of smooth rocks from the sun under his palm. These were the things worth living for. These were the things that were worth his energy. 

These, and music. Dance. Expression. And for someone so in tune with himself and his spirituality, he was remarkably bright, well spoken and courageous. In fact, his friends had once (okay, more than once) compared him to Rufio, the character from the 1990's story of Peter Pan, Hook, and it’d funnily enough become a lasting nickname. 

Losing Miles had been a hard hit. He’d been old enough to know what it meant that he was dead, but not quite old enough to understand it at the level that he should. And his pain manifested as anger and solitude, for a good couple of years. Everything about him got darker. His music, his mood, his friends, his art. 

But eventually, time healed, as it often promises to, and as a budding teenager he had his whole life ahead of him. 

Until he didn’t, anymore. 

Maddox Today

Having Kevin in his life had been something he’d gotten used to. He’d grown to love the man as a father, eventually, but nothing had brought them quite as close as the trauma that was D-Day. They’d had so little in common, aside from their unconditional and familial love for his mother Mia, and though the apocalypse didn’t change that, it didn’t change everything else. 

Loss and fear has a way of breaking down walls. Bringing people together and forming bonds that might not have formed otherwise. It makes people vulnerable. And in times of vulnerability, it is in the nature of the human condition to want to be close to someone. To be protected and to protect. 

Maddox had always had a connection to his “Uncle Kev” at least, as he’d basically raised him since Miles’ death, but the man never truly became his ‘father’ until after the sky had fallen, and taken Maddox’ mother with it. 

The five miserable years of the aftermath were made somewhat less horrible, and significantly less lonely, with Kevin by his side, and together they made moving on possible. 

Maddox grew up to be just as passionate and enigmatic as he has been in the Old World, except now he’s older, more wounded, and has much more to be angry about. He finds himself more and more intrigued with the idea of these ‘Rebel’ groups forming, and since the rise of the New Wave Reformists calling themselves ‘government’, his passion has taken the wheel. Their narcissistic, close-minded and unfair beliefs make him angry, on behalf of himself and the friends he’s made over the years, and he refuses just stand by and watch these people form the society their new world will be based on. 

At the Colony, he’s begrudgingly willing to play along for the time being, in part due to his nagging, worried father, and in part because he knows the best thing he can do for himself right now is to keep a low profile. But he keeps his ears to the ground at all times for rumblings of a rebellion, and knows that though it may take time to become anything, it’s a side he wants to fight for. A stand he has to make. 

Related bios: Kevin Tsai

Maddox Xiao  | Twenty;  Survivor

House: Torren Security Class: 2 Status: Infected - Telepathy

History

Everybody told Maddox he was so much like his father. But the truth was, he grew up much like his British adoptive parent, Miles, but he was nothing like his real father. 

Not that being like Kevin Tsai would have been a bad thing, by most people’s books, even by his own, but Maddox was simply everything his birth father wasn’t. His ambitions were driven not by numbers or statistics or power, but by art and passion and love. There was nothing Maddox did that he didn’t put his whole heart into—in fact, he wore it on his sleeve. Propelled himself through life with an attitude of honesty and compassion. 

A dancer, like his mother, and an artist, like her husband, Maddox spent his time listening to music, smoking pot on the beach watching the sunset, blowing glass at his father’s shop down by the harbor. 

He was a box breaker, in every way. Did nothing he didn’t want to, nothing he didn’t feel, and he believed he was better for it. The world of the 2160s was a mechanical, hollow place, and he refused to live an equally empty life. Such was his determination, in fact, that he ditched his electronics. His phone, his gadgets, his 24/7 connection to the internet and to Echo, and he lived as unthethered to technology as he could. He made it his goal to keep himself grounded. Feel the grass beneath his bare feet. The sand between his toes. Know the heat of smooth rocks from the sun under his palm. These were the things worth living for. These were the things that were worth his energy. 

These, and music. Dance. Expression. And for someone so in tune with himself and his spirituality, he was remarkably bright, well spoken and courageous. In fact, his friends had once (okay, more than once) compared him to Rufio, the character from the 1990's story of Peter Pan, Hook, and it’d funnily enough become a lasting nickname. 

Losing Miles had been a hard hit. He’d been old enough to know what it meant that he was dead, but not quite old enough to understand it at the level that he should. And his pain manifested as anger and solitude, for a good couple of years. Everything about him got darker. His music, his mood, his friends, his art. 

But eventually, time healed, as it often promises to, and as a budding teenager he had his whole life ahead of him. 

Until he didn’t, anymore. 

Maddox Today

Having Kevin in his life had been something he’d gotten used to. He’d grown to love the man as a father, eventually, but nothing had brought them quite as close as the trauma that was D-Day. They’d had so little in common, aside from their unconditional and familial love for his mother Mia, and though the apocalypse didn’t change that, it didn’t change everything else. 

Loss and fear has a way of breaking down walls. Bringing people together and forming bonds that might not have formed otherwise. It makes people vulnerable. And in times of vulnerability, it is in the nature of the human condition to want to be close to someone. To be protected and to protect. 

Maddox had always had a connection to his “Uncle Kev” at least, as he’d basically raised him since Miles’ death, but the man never truly became his ‘father’ until after the sky had fallen, and taken Maddox’ mother with it. 

The five miserable years of the aftermath were made somewhat less horrible, and significantly less lonely, with Kevin by his side, and together they made moving on possible. 

Maddox grew up to be just as passionate and enigmatic as he has been in the Old World, except now he’s older, more wounded, and has much more to be angry about. He finds himself more and more intrigued with the idea of these ‘Rebel’ groups forming, and since the rise of the New Wave Reformists calling themselves ‘government’, his passion has taken the wheel. Their narcissistic, close-minded and unfair beliefs make him angry, on behalf of himself and the friends he’s made over the years, and he refuses just stand by and watch these people form the society their new world will be based on. 

At the Colony, he’s begrudgingly willing to play along for the time being, in part due to his nagging, worried father, and in part because he knows the best thing he can do for himself right now is to keep a low profile. But he keeps his ears to the ground at all times for rumblings of a rebellion, and knows that though it may take time to become anything, it’s a side he wants to fight for. A stand he has to make. 

Related bios: Kevin Tsai