#krp acceptances

Rowan has a secret, or rather, he is the secret. To all, he is the son of Red Riding Hood, but what they don’t know is his father is the villain of his mother’s story: the Big Bad Wolf. He had a happy and warm childhood, the best he could ask for despite his parents supposedly being enemies. The cottage where he grew up was an abode of warmth and love, and he was given every chance to explore and grow… as long as it was within the confines of the woods. Red Riding Hood was a little overprotective, but that was only because Rowan was shy and soft-spoken by nature. He was prone to chasing after danger, or rather danger had a tendency to find him.

But Rowan never complained. He loved the world he built within the cottage and the woods. He found comfort in the nature that surrounded him every waking second. The animals that seemed to be drawn to him were his friends, and the plentiful greenery and wildflowers were his confidants. He found his talent in baking, the ability to whip up delectable treats became a hobby; and soon enough, he was experimenting with different and new flavors. The village that was within walking distance to their cottage became his new favorite destination, and he became a familiar face amongst the villagers, trading his pastries for other exciting ingredients.

He never realized the perfect illusion of happiness could be shattered so quickly. It was when he was playing with his father in the woods that reality caught up to him: villains were not forgiven. The villagers, who loved and knew him well from his many trips to get supplies, mistook his father playfully wrestling with him in his wolf form to be an attack, and they retaliated. His father escaped from the mob but not without injury, and Rowan was taught a lesson that day. People can be cruel and unyielding in their beliefs. He wants to hate them, hate them for hurting his father when he had done nothing wrong. But his parents had ingrained into him to always see the best in people; after all, they had found love with each other despite being on opposing sides. Even if all Rowan could see was red when he looked at his father as he healed, he learned to forgive the villagers. People fear what they do not understand, and fear makes the wolf bigger than he is.

tw for mentions of drowning !

luxury is never foreign to rio, but neither is judgement. being born into two distinct royal families meant a lot of different things; he and his siblings garnered twice the adoration and also twice the scrutiny, but for rio it only meant twice the responsibility. he’s the eldest, meaning next in line, though his mother and father never fail to remind him. he doesn’t reject the fact – actually, he embraces it. or he tries his best to. what else was there for him to do?

at first, rio enjoys the attention. the fawning, the praise, the endless gifts. it’s not until he’s a bit older that he hears the whispering behind his back and the snide remarks made when they think he’s too full of himself to listen. he does his best to ignore it and put on a brave face however, he doesn’t want his siblings or anyone else to think it gets to him. they were royalty, of course — they had an image to uphold.

developing a fear of water is the last thing rio ever wants, but it’s not exactly something he can control. water is supposed to be his safe haven, and it is –until he’s thirteen and being held down beneath the surface of a pool by boys twice his size. ‘ so you’re a mermaid, huh? why don’t you show us how you breathe under water?  ’ is all he can hear before his consciousness begins to fade in and out, and their laughter as he sputters to catch his breath rings in his ears once they finally let him go.

rio’s fond memories of water and the comfort it brings begin to dwindle not long after that, his mind soon clouded by traumatic flashbacks and debilitating anxiety whenever he goes underwater. eventually he distances himself from the sea that he loves so dearly, and with that he distances himself from family too.

 Once upon a time, Tinkerbell gave birth to a beautiful daughter after two sons before she relieved to finally have a female among the mix. Nix grew up happily alongside her older brothers always loving their company always knew they would protect her from harm. Like every fairy, they are blessed with a talent most people were expecting Nix to be like her mother a tinker yet by many people surprise she end up becoming part of the fast flyers fairies. The young fairy was always so agile faster than most so it only made sense she became one of them. She was such a sweet child always helping others being gentle and kindest of them all.

Until one day when her brothers left her alone to go off to Mythos University, everything changed somehow other fairies saw her as someone they could bully and torture since she was so naive & gullible always seeing the best in people. Other fairies would abuse her kind nature due to the way others treated her, the girl nature began to twist into something much darker. The fairy swore to herself to never let people use her like this again, never to be hurt and she’ll become the most powerful fairy of them all. Nix learned the ways on how to manipulate others, trying others against instead with the power of simple words and bring chaos around everyone while hiding behind her perfect sweet facade.            

there’s a whisper among the forest inhabitants: the mad hatter’s found a daughter.

they say her childhood is filled to the brim with tea parties– exuberant and boisterous; dressed up in vivid colors matched and sewn together by none other than the mad hatter. it seems as if, to this father-daughter duo, fun came first- morals came second, and education came last. despite this, the young girl was rather clever, developed a taste for tea, and an eye for the arts, adoring the brilliant colors constantly enveloping her. she was hardly studious, doing the bare minimum to keep up with her general studies in favor of frolicking around the forest, pulling pranks on animals and taking naps with flowers.  

what was her purpose for being born? ever since she could remember, kora would cruelly ask herself that question. one would think that being a daughter of the mighty zeus and majestic hera would provide some clarity on what her destiny could be. but with being one of many of zeus’ children and only being one of a few of hera’s, it felt as though her options were limited – especially when so many of her siblings, half or not, had already found their calling on this earth. she had no particular asset to offer nor was she a future heir to either of her parents’ legacies. despite her lineage, she felt as if she was a mortal among gods – not particularly memorable by name nor gifted with extraordinary means.

she is a daughter of zeus – though many goddesses and deities can make such a powerful claim these days. it was no secret that her father fell in love way too easily and had various affairs with mortals and gods alike. of course, it took years for kora to see her father’s infidelity, the powerful god always showering his her with love and affection. he had never risen his voice at her and always laughed boisterously whenever she accomplished something as small as making light appear from her hands. he always looked at her with pride and expectation though always assuring her that she would find her place among the gods one day. the warmth she felt from her father was like no other; but as kora grew older and the more she became aware of her father’s hypocrisy among other immortals, she eventually became more distant from her father – conflicted on her love for him versus the immoral things he have done.

she is a daughter of hera – only a few can claim that their mother was the queen of gods; and for a time, she was one of the beings kora respected the most. the air hera carried was nothing but regal. from the way that she carried herself to the way she spoke and dressed, she was the epitome of immortal royalty though her temper was little to be desired. like zeus, however, hera rarely showed her flaws to kora. she was strict, of course, especially with her ideology on superiority. unlike most of her brothers and sisters, hera always made kora remember that she was legitimate, a divide child through and through thanks to the marriage between her and zeus. kora should be proud of her status on mount olympus and show confidence in everything that she does. never show remorse, hera would say, because that is the worse thing a god can do. but is it really the worst thing?

after a while, everything began to change. as she grew older, kora watched her mother’s jealously take over her reasoning and composure. the way she would punish any immortal or human for having any relations towards her father, it was a frightening sight. but what was even more terrifying was witnessing the fights between her parents. the skies would turn dark and grey. thunder would roar and echo making it seem like the entire universe was shaking. there was no hiding on mount olympus whenever they would clash, forcing kora to hide with one of her sisters until the confrontation settled down. before long, the tension within her family grew worse and worse – to the point where kora felt she had to choose a side. however, can you really choose a side when neither side was right?

nyx, your creator and mother for all intents and purposes, was an all powerful being. a primordial goddess who had been there from the moment the universe had been given life and who would be there long after it was gone, long before zeus had called olympus home, but with her association with darkness came the belief that she was a malevolent goddess. a belief that was quickly passed onto you, her beloved creation and the embodiment of darkness itself.

𝒅𝒚́𝒐.

the darkness had always been your home, and you had never seen anything wrong with that. where others sought relief and safety in the light, you sought for relief and safety in the dark embrace of the night sky and your mother’s arms.

𝒕𝒓𝒊́𝒂.