#ravenspeakaccepted

OUT OF CHARACTER 

NAME: Sandy PRONOUNS: She/Her AGE: 35 TIMEZONE: WET

IN CHARACTER 

FULL NAME: Avery Graves-Moore SPECIES:Werewolf (no pack he was just turned) AGE: 35 DATE OF BIRTH: 29/11/1989 GENDER IDENTITY: Cis Male NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown OCCUPATION: music producer WORKPLACE: Works from Home POSITIVE TRAITS: Friendly, Kind Hearted, creative NEGATIVE TRAITS: Hot-headed, stubborn, nosey LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: He was there for 8 months, left for about 3 months and has just returned FACE CLAIM: Rory Culkin

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: Anger Issues, Animal attack, Death, relative Death, injuries

Avery was left in his biological father and his husband’s care when he was only a baby, being the result of a one night stand, Avery’s mom never felt like she was fit for the role and so she tracked Avery’s dad down and left the baby with him.

Avery lived a very happy childhood making no distinction between his biological father and his partner, to Avery they were both dad, both his own flesh and blood. Despite this, there was always something troubling the boy, he was loved, cared for, yes, but in a way, he felt unwanted, because he could never understand his mother’s actions, and the fact she never tried looking for him, check on how he was doing, even after many years, refusing any contact left Avery with this opened wound he hasn’t been able to fully close. It was when he reached his teenage years the problems began, while Avery was always a sweet, kind person, he also struggled with impulse control and anger issues, due to the never knowing his mother and her side of the family, but also this being something that runs in the family as his father struggled with the same problems.

Avery would get in fights at school he couldn’t stand being bullied and would never back down when someone was not nice to him, also defending those who were bullied, though mostly this was an excuse to let some of the rage out. Avery’s parents did their best to help him trough this issues, while one would sit down and talk to him, teaching him how do deal with all those feelings, the other would help him find a way to gain more control of those impulses trough music…and that’s how Avery fell even harder for it, latter becoming a music producer and playing guitar in a friend’s band.

One day, Avery discovered Raven's Peak. He had travel to meet a musician he was working with and decided to make a road trip out of it. On his way back home, feeling tired and sleepy, Avery looked for palces to spend the night, Raven's Peak being the nearest town, 'till this day , he doesn't know how to explain it, but it was as if it just called out to him...

So much so he ended up moving there, maybe this was exactly what he needed, a small peaceful town, where we could just focus on writting his music...

He stayed in Raven's Peak for about 8 months, things are going great for Ave, he had made new friends, found old ones he didn't even knew were there and had recently starting dating someone he really cared about... Then tragedy happened.

Ave got a call from his dads saying his grandfarher was very ill, they didn't know how much time he had left, and so Avery decided to go be with his family for however long that was. Since he didn't know for sure what would happened, how long he'd be away or when/if he'd ever come back, because his family was gonna need him, he decided to say his goodbyes to everybody at Raven's Peak, he felt it wasn't fair to keep them waiting on him.

After the passing of his grandfarher, Avery decided to stay on his home town, at least for while.

But then... Tragedy struck again...One night Avery had been out with some friends and as he had been drinking he decided to walk home, it wasn't that far, anyway. As he was walking near a wooden road, a creature come out from behind the trees and attacked him, Avery doesn't remember much, just that he woke up some time later in a hospital bed, unsure how he got there.

It didn't take long for Avery to realize what had attack him wasn't a regular wild animal like everyone seemed to think... He had become angrier, he'd lose his temper for no reason at all, he was making animal like sounds... Avery himself, was now the wild animal, and there was only one place he could think of to go where he'd be understood and where maybe , hopefully he'd find others like him.

So, he returned to Raven's Peak...

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OUT OF CHARACTER 

NAME: Reagan PRONOUNS: they / them AGE: twenty3 TIMEZONE: EST TRIGGERS: n/a

IN CHARACTER 

FULL NAME: Emel Aytek SPECIES: Witch ( covenless ) AGE: Twenty-nine DATE OF BIRTH: January 21st GENDER IDENTITY: cis woman, she/her NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown OCCUPATION: Emergency Medicine Resident WORKPLACE:  Raven’s Peak General Hospital POSITIVE TRAITS: empathetic, observant, kind-hearted NEGATIVE TRAITS: disconcerting, guileful, unforgiving LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: Four years, claims she’s allegedly leaving once she’s done with her residency. FACE CLAIM: Neslihan Atagül.

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: familial death, implied torture, implied gore, implied abuse, orphanage cw, gun cw. It had been the smell of smoke that had awoken her. There had been no screams to be heard from her mother and father, a floor below, nor from her sister, who was two rooms away and would have normally been wide awake at even the hint of danger. The curiosity of a seven-year-old had outweighed the survival instinct that screamed for her to run, to escape from the danger that surely awaited her if she ventured further into the house. And while the danger had left before they could discover the final Aytek witch, the image of her parents and sister’s mutilated corpses, burning in a pile outside their family home, would remain etched in every recess of her mind until the end of her days. 

'How could they have missed me?' She had wondered for so long, too long. 'How did they not find me?' 

How would one expect a child to be locked away in the attic to sleep? The cruel do not expect those perceived as good to be just as cruel, sometimes.

Or maybe she was just lucky.

Emel had been performing this intricate dance with death for longer than she could remember; every move, purposeful, every step taken with the most precision, the cold embrace of the reaper following along gracefully, patiently waiting for the misstep that would be her end ( because even the most cunning cannot escape him forever ).

Eight is too old to train into the obedient child that adoptive parents in America search for, or at least that was the conclusion that Emel had drawn after a year spent watching infants and toddlers get picked up from the orphanage, while the group of children and teenagers slowly grew, taking up space quicker than they gained it. By the time she was a teenager, she shared a room with eleven other girls, varying in ages from three to seventeen, across the hall from a room of fourteen boys. They were something like a family, and the loneliness that had burned within her for years became a little more dull over time.

When she was a teenager, freshly thirteen, the second dance occurred.

It happened fast, too fast. Emel hadn't even heard what the man had shouted at the caretaker, only saw the woman drop to her knees and clasp her hands together, begging for forgiveness at the sight of the weapon in his hand. The man had been so incredibly angry that upon feeling the strength of his fury, the young empath had nearly blacked out, completely unprepared to handle that level of emotion. The last thing she could remember was the gun he’d been waving around with no regard for its direction had finally stopped to point at one of the younger girls, only for a moment, but it had been enough for an instinct Emel was not aware she even had to take over.

She awoke in the hospital, memories of screams that were not hers echoing in her mind and what looked like smudged charcoal on her fingertips. 'You saved lives today, kid.' The doctor had said firmly, a knowing look in her eyes as she looked at the young girl. Of this, Emel would be forever unsure.

When she returned to the orphanage, no other children could look her in the eye, and some even ran away if she drew too near. In a shaky voice, the curator thanked her at one point, though it had not been gratitude that shone in her eyes, but fear. The family that had begun to form, broken again. The dance against death had been won, but who was to say it would not be loneliness that would kill her?

Emel knew then that she was cursed ( so close to the truth, too close ). The life of a witch would never be an easy one, this she had known for too long, but it was the dark discoloration at the end of her fingers that had never faded that made her sure of this; darkness would do its best to use her if it could, but this did not mean she should let it.

Gloves became a staple of her wardrobe, after too many raised eyebrows and dark knowing glances were sent her way. Her mother's old grimoire, corners blackened and several pages lost but still held together by the leather binding that was older than Emel knew, served as the only tool she had to learn control. There were too many mistakes along the way and too many paths taken that had been near unsurpassable, and yet the empath continued with her careful dance with discipline like no other; she could turn the pain into something beautiful and rewrite a haunting past into motivation for a better future. While darkness could easily wield her hands for her should she lose control, Emel was determined not to let that be the only thing her hands could be good far; luckily, pain and a haunting past make for an astounding med school admissions essay.

When her residency placement brought her across the country to Raven’s Peak, she’d thought nothing of it; working in a small town had always been the plan, the safest plan. Upon arriving in the town, her feelings changed into a deep apprehension that nagged her daily. The presence of other witches was an unfamiliar feeling that filled her with hope and dread. Being a medical resident has given Emel the excuse over the years to keep a low profile and cultivate a reclusive persona that she’s convinced she must create. Still, the longer she stays in the town that is beginning to feel like home, the more she yearns for a coven, a home with a family of witches Emel should have had, that she deserved. 

With the beginning of her last year of residency, the decision to leave or remain in Raven’s Peak draws ever closer, while the answer becomes increasingly unclear.

EXTRAS

NAME: Kaycee  PRONOUNS: AGE: must be 21+TIMEZONE: TRIGGERS: triggers will be added to the trigger list

IN CHARACTER 

FULL NAME: Baylie Quinn Boudreaux Ryan  SPECIES: Human AGE: 39 DATE OF BIRTH: 1/17/85 GENDER IDENTITY: Female  NEIGHBORHOOD: Hidden Hills OCCUPATION: Vet  WORKPLACE: Friendly Paws  POSITIVE TRAITS: Loving, Generous, Intelligent NEGATIVE TRAITS: Irrational, Guarded, Abrasive  LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: A week FACE CLAIM: Alexandra Daddario 

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: Parental Alienation 

Baylie was born to two parents who couldn’t stand to be in the same room. She was always closer to her father. Maybe that’s why her mom couldn’t stand her half of the time. She couldn’t remember once her mom giving her any kind of love. Even though she was closer to her father, he expected a lot of her, even at a young age.

She spent most of her time pretending she was in a fairytale with two loving parents who doted over her. When her baby brother was born, she doted on him every moment she got. She told him about being a prince and pretended that he was her living doll. She loved Micah more than anything in the world and vowed to protect her brother. Even as they got older, she tried her best to protect him.

At the age of fourteen, her parents finally divorced. She went to go live with her dad, and Micah went to go live with her mom. She protested, wanting to stay with Micah, but her dad said no, and her mom didn’t care about her preference. She asked her dad to let her brother visit, but he quickly refused. She wrote to Micah constantly, telling him all about her life, her friends, and the boys she was dating.

Her dad continued to expect way too much for her. He didn’t care about emotions, anything besides perfection was a sign of weakness. She buried herself in school and sports. Even outside of school, she went out to parties, anything to not have to spend time with her dad. She started to resent her dad. Why did she care so much about her, but not about her brother?

When she was eighteen, she went to college, starting her new life with the intent of becoming a veterinarian. It was one way to upset her father while still getting a good-paying job. While she was there, she met Ethan Ryan, who she ended up dating throughout university. At the age of 21, her father had passed away. She ended up going back home, having to go through his things, and plan his funeral. She tried to reach out to her mom and Micah. She hadn’t stopped writing the letters to him, but this time she made sure to address it to her mom as well. She never heard back. She figured, like her, they wanted nothing to do with him. But, it still stung they didn’t want anything to do with her either. That same year the letters came back stating return to sender. Baylie grew worried that something happened to Micah and attempted to reach out to her mom. She heard nothing back and started to look into it. She had little money at the time to do anything else, but she could still do something.

As the years went by, she graduated from school and got a job. She married Ethan, taking his last name. A few years later, they welcomed a baby boy and named him Kian Micah Ryan. As she earned more money, she could look into her brothers passing more, but never could find him. She almost did once, when his girlfriend and baby passed away, but she lost him soon after that.

She had the perfect life, but one thing was missing. Her life came to a crashing halt when she found out Ethan was sleeping with someone else. Her heart was broken, but she held it together for Kian. She divorced Ethan and begged for him to stay involved with Kian’s life. He didn’t seem to have any desire to. Instead of picking up her life, she packed it up and moved away with Kian wanting to start over in a new place. She was bound and determined to give Kian the childhood she did not have. Even if she was slowly breaking inside. 

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OUT OF CHARACTER 

NAME: Rye PRONOUNS: they/them AGE: 31 TIMEZONE: "cst" TRIGGERS:

IN CHARACTER 

FULL NAME: Mitchell Dean Bennett SPECIES: Werewolf, Mistborn pack AGE: 35 DATE OF BIRTH: june 15 GENDER IDENTITY: Male NEIGHBORHOOD: OCCUPATION: Fire Captain WORKPLACE: Fire Department POSITIVE TRAITS: protective, adventurous, caring NEGATIVE TRAITS: impulsive, reckless, hotheaded LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: 16 years FACE CLAIM: Patrick John Flueger

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: car accident

Mitchell Bennett was a force to be reckoned with. He was a fighter. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Mitchell was given everything he could ever want. He had a twin brother, but the pair were never treated as one entity. Each were given the freedom to explore themselves, to explore the world. Safety baring of course.

The Bennett family had a long legacy within the human community for their gifts to the world, their charities, their work. 

Behind closed doors, the Bennett’s held a large secret. Being a werewolf was no easy feat, and neither was hiding it. They had a couple homes they split their time between, but one included a cabin out in Raven’s Peak. It was a place they could just exist, get away from the city. It was a place to keep the kids at bay. 

Mitchell had grown close to his wolf half quickly. While he enjoyed the hustle and bustle of city life, nothing felt like home more than the cabin. He used the woods to explore, to connect to his other half that he had spent his whole life trying to hide. At 18, he was going to road trip out to the cabin when he got into a car accident. He couldn’t remember anything for a while. Left with scars, marks, cuts, bruises, broken bones, Mitchell was said he’d be in the hospital for a while. Most of him healed fairly quickly due to his genes, but it wasn’t enough to save his kidney. Damaged in the wreck, he managed to lose the organ early on before his body could start to heal itself. 

He remained home for another year before venturing back to Raven’s Peak, but this time for good. He packed his bags and drove his truck out, this time a bit more cautiously. Since then, he’s made himself a home. Mitchell takes care of his body better, his lifestyle. He was trying to stay out of trouble. The Bennett boys had always been a bit impulsive. 

Mitchell found a school to become an EMT. Working closely with the fire department he decided to continue his education so he could become a firefighter. Now days, he’s worked his way up the ladder to becoming Raven’s Peak’s fire captain. He takes his job with pride.

He’s still working on himself every day. He’s a sweet man, though loud and outspoken. Mitchell will dive head first into most things without thinking. He knows how to weigh his risks, he just doesn’t always listen to them. When it comes to friends and family, there’s nobody more loyal to his pack. 

EXTRAS

OUT OF CHARACTER 

NAME:  bun PRONOUNS:  she / her AGE: twenty6 TIMEZONE: est

IN CHARACTER 

FULL NAME: oliver " ollie " walker SPECIES: werewolf -- packless for now! AGE: twenty8 DATE OF BIRTH: february 22nd GENDER IDENTITY: genderfluid ( they / she / he pronouns) NEIGHBORHOOD: downtown OCCUPATION: author & bookseller WORKPLACE: the bookshelf POSITIVE TRAITS: empathetic, curious, affectionate NEGATIVE TRAITS: naive, meek, insecure LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: 6 months FACE CLAIM:jack wolfe

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: anxiety tw, neglect tw, abuse tw, parental death tw

you have no memory of your mother, but you are always told that you have her smile. you often wonder if that is why your father cannot look at you, as if gazing into your face reminded him too much of the person he lost, and perhaps even of why she was gone -- your fault, he liked to remind you.

your mother never lived to see you. she never lived to get the chance to hold you in her arms. her life was traded for yours that day, leaving you behind with your father. his responsibility now. you are often told that it was the thing that changed your father. you are often reminded that “ he never used to be this way ” as if that reminder did anything besides make you feel worse. you were told that "he was a good man. a happy man". yet you have never met that version, only knowing growing up with an angry man in your home, one who always resented you for simply existing.

as you grew up one thing was always made abundantly clear - you were not the child he wanted. not at the cost of his wife. it was as though you were set up from the start to never be enough for him simply because she did not make it because of your birth. despite knowing that your mere existence was enough for him to never be happy, you still did everything you could to try and be the child he wanted. though it was never enough.

and that led you to having to mature rather quickly, learning to take care of yourself knowing that it was up to you to do so. your father was simply unable and unwilling to truly provide for you. but that also led to the intense anxiety you feel most times. you always feel on edge, always waiting for the other shoe to drop, always waiting to be scolded or reprimanded. you hardly feel comfortable in social situations, never able to quite feel right in your skin.

most of your time as a child was spent trying to get out of his hair, trying to avoid whatever spew of anger would be directed at you that day. and most of the time that resulted in you either locking yourself away in your room surrounded by books -- an escape for you.

this is where your love of writing and reading came from - an outlet to express yourself and your creativity. an escape. and that love for it never died, carrying through your teenage and then young adult years.

it lead to you leaving home and starting a life for yourself for the first time, getting your masters in literature. you are a small but growing author, with your murder mystery series having a niche following that grows more and more each year. 

recently you moved to raven's peak in hopes of getting some inspiration for your current book you are writing, the most recent in your series.

you work at the book shelf as an employee there as well in the meantime as writing books is not nearly profitable for you yet to become your only full time gig, but you hope that will be the case soon. 

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME: nesta

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: 29

TIMEZONE: est

IN CHARACTER

FULL NAME: andre thompson

SPECIES: werewolf alpha of the mistborn pack

AGE: 30

DATE OF BIRTH: september 15, 1994

GENDER IDENTITY: agender, he/they

NEIGHBORHOOD: cherry heights

OCCUPATION: mechanic

WORKPLACE: gearhead garage

POSITIVE TRAITS: outgoing, adventurous, loyal

NEGATIVE TRAITS: mysterious, blunt, stern

LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: since birth, 30 years

FACE CLAIM: lucien laviscount

BIOGRAPHY

trigger warning: death of a parent (brief and not detailed)

your life, and of your father, and their father have been laid out before you were out of the womb, knew how to walk or talk or truth grasp what you are

your family, your line, has come from decades, perhaps even centuries of strong marriages and the children from those marriages

you grew up outside of the four walls of your families’ home and while you have no siblings you were never without friends with how outgoing and charming you are. you make everyone feel as though they belong, and seeing the pack your father is the alpha of, it's no surprise to anyone that you would give anyone the shirt off of your back

though you were strong, your father would not name you his heir so easily. it was a long battle, from the moment you understood what you are until the moment of their dying breath you are proving not only to yourself but to the pack you are worthy of being the next alpha. the tasks had to do with character building, the ability to have grit and emotional intelligence of all of those around you

when you weren’t in the middle of alpha training you were the normal jock at school, football, baseball and basketball were your sports, and you even tried track and while it wasn’t truly for you, for the hell of it and when you could you trained with them, just to up your endurance and stamina

another hobby that, thankfully, turned into your career was tinkering and working on cars, or well anything with an engine. from the moment you understood you always loved taking toys apart and putting them back together, and somehow making them even better than they were the first time.  

the death of your father hit you hard, but thankfully on their dying breath they named you heir. and everyday you hope you make them proud.

OUT OF CHARACTER 

NAME: Jen PRONOUNS: she/her AGE: 27 TIMEZONE: gmt-3

IN CHARACTER 

FULL NAME: Amadeus Gonzalez SPECIES: vampire AGE: 30 DATE OF BIRTH: 14/02/1994 GENDER IDENTITY: cismale NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown OCCUPATION: Firefighter WORKPLACE: Fire department POSITIVE TRAITS: trustworthy, loyal, loving NEGATIVE TRAITS: messy, suspicious, impatient LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: 2 years FACE CLAIM: Alberto Rosende

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: death, homophobia, plane crash

Amadeus was born and raised in Rome by two Latino parents. He had never lived anywhere else and had only visited other places.

His relationship with his parents was good, they were very loving and supportive. They would rip the head off anyone who dared to do anything against their children.

When he was a kid, he met a girl called Lennon, she was a few years younger than him, but they quickly became friends, attached at the hip. They were always together. She wasn't his only friend, but he wasn't as close to the others as he was to her.

He had a younger brother, who was bisexual and ended up suffering a lot of prejudice, from their own family, except their parents. It was why they cut off any ties they had with them. It ended up just being them against the world.

A few years in the future, unfortunately, his whole family ended up dying in a plane crash. He was the only one who survived, as he was the only one who didn't go on the trip, since he was in the middle of an exam week. They almost canceled the trip, but Amadeus insisted they would go without him. He still doesn't understand why the universe decided to only save him from that fate.

He was devastated, the only biological family he still had a connection with, was gone. Luckily he had Lennon, who helped him go through that tough time, she was all he had left.

When she told him that she would move away, he asked her if she would let him go with him right away. He didn't have anything in Rome that would keep him there, there was no reason to stay in that place. It was why he went with her.

At the time he as a firefighter, and he managed to get a transference to the new town.

Everything seemed to be going well, until he got into a motorcycle accident, and nearly died. It was almost like the universe decided against letting him live, almost like it changed its mind.

He stayed a while in a coma, but the doctors knew already that he wouldn't survive, so Lennon had no choice, she either let him die or turned him into what she was. She knew which choice he would want her to make, so she did it, she turned him.

Now, it has been a few months since he was tuned, and he is trying to figure out how this new life will be.

EXTRAS

NAME: Kaycee  PRONOUNS:  She/Her AGE: 33 TIMEZONE: CST 

IN CHARACTER 

FULL NAME: Maeve SPECIES: Fairy  AGE: Very old  DATE OF BIRTH: Born in the spring GENDER IDENTITY: Female  NEIGHBORHOOD: Blue Horizon Marina  OCCUPATION: Florist  WORKPLACE: Eternal Petals  POSITIVE TRAITS: Passionate, Empathy, Honest   NEGATIVE TRAITS: Naive, Ignorant, Compulsive  LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: A few months  FACE CLAIM: Gina Rodriguez

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: Parental Death

As far back as she could remember Maeve enjoyed going to the human world. She found humans fascinating and silly. Her mother used to bring her with her when she was younger. Her mom showed her how to use her magic for good, giving the humans crops, and filling their lakes and rivers with water. Maeve enjoyed spending time with her mother, and the close bond that they built, she also enjoyed watching the humans enjoy the gifts she and her mother gave them. 

  One day, she wasn’t able to go on a trip with her mother, she waited for her on a lily-pad waiting for her to come back. The next day she was sat down and told that her mother had been killed. Her father blamed the humans and banned any travel to the human world. She had to grieve two losses, her mom, and the world that she enjoyed so much. She didn’t believe that humans could be so cruel. She fought with her father begging for a chance to go back, to prove him wrong, that humans were not to be blamed for her mother's death. Instead, her father showed her the darker side of humans, and how cruel they could be.

  Maeve was saddened by the things that she had been shown, the evils of the human world. She didn’t understand with all the magic that they were offered they could be so evil. She knew deep down in her heart that they could be shown to be good, and shown the goodness of the world, it would be what her mother would’ve wanted.  Some could be blamed for her mother's death, but not all of them.