Character Castle!

[whaley]

@keilah-h

Ah, but normal life is so interesting! Idk, I just find writing those kind of scenes fun XD Thx for clarifying!

@freedomwriter76

Oki-doki, I just do WhAtEveR. Got it.

Thx Freedom for that!

And also for existing 😉

…I have no idea why I wanted to say that, but, um, hope that doesn’t sound weird…? XD

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[GodlyFantasy12]

@freedomwriter76 AHHH RIKER’S MAMA?!?! THE AMAZING JENNIE?!?!

Also Pax is gonna be squished XD

@keilah-h

Paxton

Pax squeaked as Riker’s sudden movements jostled him. He gripped the man tighter, clinging on for dear life as he rushed to his mother, giving her a hug with his free hand, no longer Supporting Paxton quite as intensely.

Paxton struggled in the group hug, feeling squished and hot and sweaty. His nerves buckled and twisted and he whined, writhing in Riker’s grip.

Riker took a step back, as if realizing he still held the small boy in his arms. He chuckled a bit, patting Paxton’s back soothingly. “Ah…sorry there bud…”

Paxton didn’t reply, instead he tucked his face into Riker’s shirt, eyes barely peeking out in order to catch a glimpse of this new arrival.

Riker’s…Mother…

How…strange it was for him to greet her in such a way. The way Josie greeted most everyone. Excitement rising in his brows, and that same fond, gentle look in his eyes as Arabella, whenever she gazed at any of her friends.

The woman glanced Paxton’s way, making his blood run cold. He froze, fingers tightening around Riker’s shirtfront.

Instead of a piercing gaze of disdain, though, Paxton was quickly met with a kind, gentle look. One he was often met with now that he was in the company of his new friends. His sister.

The woman looked him over not with a steely, X-ray-like vision, as if trying to see through him and ascertain his flaws, but with warmth and…

Compassion.

Paxton nuzzled his head into Riker’s chest, blue eyes staring into this woman’s. She smiled, and Paxton’s heart filled with warmth.

Was this how real mother’s felt?

Paxton had once asked Bella if all mother’s were like his own…

Cruel. Harsh. Manipulative.

She’d quickly told him otherwise. Though she’d met quite a few…less than honorable parents, his own mother included, Bella said she’d also met and heard of a many good.

And her own was among them.

 

And one day…Paxton would get to meet them.

Though…despite Bella’s story…Paxton was a bit wary.

He trusted Bella! He did! But…could what she said really be true?

 

But now…with Riker’s mother here…he wondered if…maybe it really was…

 

 

 

 

(that was kinda rushed but yea lol)

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[Anonymous]

@whalekeeper Yw!! <3

 

@keilah-h @godlyfantasy12 AWW, PAX!!! 😍😍

and yessss, isn’t Jennie amazing!?!?!? 💖💖💖

 

Jennie

The small child that clung to Riker…Jennie knew it wasn’t one of her grandbabies…but he seemed so…scared.

Jennie smiled gently, lovingly. “There, there, my dear…there is no need to be afraid. No one will hurt you, my child…you are safe.”

 

Paxton glanced back at her. Jennie smiled. “May I have your name, child? It is quite alright if you don’t wish to give it…I do understand, my dear.”

[GodlyFantasy12]

@freedomwriter76 GAH SHE’S SO SWEET 😭 @keilah-h

Paxton

Paxton fiddled with Riker’s shirt, his small arm tightly wrapped around Hope’s neck, keeping the bear’s head secure while the rest of her jostled around.

He shyly looked away, unsure.

“You can trust her…promise,” Riker said, voice soft as a whisper. Paxton looked back at Riker and then at his mother, Jennie.

“Pa-axton…” He whispered, rubbing his cheek against one of Hope’s ears. His stomach growled once more, though a bit quieter this time. He paled, quickly glancing at the not-so-nice men and lady standing nearby.

He didn’t want them to argue again…didn’t want them to talk about him again…as if he weren’t even there…

Visible yet invisible.

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[Anonymous]

@godlyfantasy12 Aww, Pax!!! 🥹😭💖💖

@keilah-h

Riker

Jennie smiled lovingly at Paxton, already loving him as if he were her own. “My, Paxton…isn’t one sweet child hungry?” She turned to the others. “I believe we should get some food for this sweet child. Is anyone willing to come?”

 

Hans slowly nodded, faking a smile. “Indeed, Mrs. Schind. How have you been faring?”

“Wonderful, Hans…simply wonderful. I have my family, so what more could I ask for?”

“How do you know each other?” Frida asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hans faced his sister-in-law. “She is Franz’s wife…Franz has been my friend for several years.”

Jennie smiled and nodded. “He and Franz have been friends since shortly after the Great War…Hans used to visit many times, why, even when my children were still small!”

Hans laughed and nodded in agreement. “Indeed, Mrs. Schind…I do remember a young Riker and Angelina…energetic children, even if Riker was rather…troublesome.”

“Has that really changed?” Frida mused.

Riker stiffened, shifting Paxton slightly, keeping him steady with both arms.

Fin’s gentle hand rested on Riker’s shoulder. “We’re pleased to have you with us, Mrs. Schind…now, how about we go find that food we have been talking about for so long?”

Jennie turned with a smile and nodded. “Of course…I would love nothing more than to get some food for this lovely child.”

[whaley]

…I’m going to explore… an older version of Seb XD Because why not?

He may be… kinda more serious? Since he’s older (fifteen). But he still falls onto humor and overly dramatic inner monologues as a default reaction to things, so that’s a plus.

 

Sebastian

Along the shifting corridors and chambers of a mysterious castle, a long hall remained temporarily still.

It had no obvious purpose, other than to display a variety of golden pieces along one side, and tall, velvet-curtained windows on the other.

There was a flash of light, and a figure breathed deeply as he came into existence.

His dress shoes sank into the thick scarlet carpet.

It was a small, yet softly poised young man, with strongly defined eyebrows, laced with scars, and a ragged blond head. His silky, dark red clothes fit him perfectly, and glimmered like tinsel, as if reflecting his orange gaze.

He stood there for a few moments in pure silence.

Let out a shaky breath.

Then he traced the air with tiny gloved hands as he strode down the hall, and danced gracefully to a melody only he could hear.

Twirling shadows of previous forms – laughter, elegance, love manifesting itself within a single waltz – seeped out of the carpet as he stepped on it, and spiraled around him like the facets of a dark diamond.

Then fell away, dead once more.

He had a strange, pale glow about his face – almost as if he had crossed a burning barrier, and been left dazzling white.

But this did not faze him. On the contrary, he wore it like the opposite of a mask – like a new identity. A new purpose. A new, predetermined cause of death, met with open arms.

Voices echoed in the walls, squishing together until reminiscing of an orchestra, warming up.

Sebastian paused.

Listened.

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[GodlyFantasy12]

@whalekeeper scars…where did he get all the scars…? 🥺

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[whaley]

@godlyfantasy12

Well, a life as a vigilante leaves you with a few wounds, naturally XD

The scars are mostly from the explosions he and rivals have caused. He is actually partly immune to the effects, since explosion are a part of his set powers. But he occasionally gets nicked on the face, or arms.

He doesn’t always try to heal them – sometimes because he doesn’t have time, sometimes because he thinks they look cool and mature XD

He is actually super delicate though, otherwise.

So nuclear bombs can’t kill him, but a simple kick on the shins… XD It’s a really interesting dynamic to play with, and entertaining at times (for me at least).

Actually his biggest “scar” you might notice at this point on the timeline, is that he finds it hard to breathe.

That’s about the only huge change to his health I can think of. Possible asthma problems, pressure on his chest when he’s stressed out or glitching around too much. He wasn’t originally like that, but a certain TIGHT spot he got into… that’s when he got hurt. And now it’s just a teensy-weensy bit harder for him to squeeze out of trouble.

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[Anonymous]

@whalekeeper Could I perhaps have a character join Seb?

 

I have one that I think would be InTEReSTiNg to see with Sebastian XXD

[Anonymous]

@whalekeeper oh, unless you are joining a group already…just now read the whole RP as a whole piece, lol…😛😆

[whaley]

@freedomwriter76

Oh, you can ToTaLLy do that 😋 I hadn’t chosen which group to join anyway.

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[Anonymous]

@whalekeeper Ok!!!

 

Well, here we go then!!!

(i know you’ve seen a lot of my characters in the School AU…but they’re different here, lol…just don’t imagine him as a teenager anymore 😛)

wish I could post a reference photo…BUT PICS ARE BROKEN…AGAIN *slams head on table* XXD

 

Leo

His footsteps echoed on the stone floor.

Alone…

 

There wasn’t much worse than that.

Leo pulled his brown coat tighter around his shoulders, as the yellow Star Of David on the left breast shone even in the candlelight.

Undeniably, with his plain clothes, tan skin, dark brown hair, and chocolate eyes…he blended in…maybe even a little…too much?

 

Ah, maybe he didn’t want to be found anyways.

Footsteps.

 

Someone else was nearby.

Leo carefully inched further into the shadows, pulling the dagger he always carried on his side, just in case the person was a little…unfriendly.

This castle didn’t exactly grant him the best of luck.

[whaley]

@freedomwriter76

Cool!! ❤️

Sebastian

As Sebastian approached the end of the hall, a dark figure flickered past him in the corner of his eye.

Sebastian stopped. Whirling around on his heel, the quick snap of rhythm blossoming sparks around his wrists, he shoved the tip of a pistol at the stranger’s forehead.

“I don’t even need a good reason. What do you want from me?”

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[Anonymous]

@whalekeeper Oh, goodness, Seb 😂

Leo may not take too kindly to this…heh

Leo

A figure came out of the shadows, instantly brandishing a pistol and shoving it against Leo’s forehead.

“I don’t even need a good reason. What do you want from me?”

 

One hand still on his dagger, Leo shoved the pistol away from his head. “I did nothing to you, and you come out brandishing a pistol,” He shoved the pistol out of the young man’s hand; it clanged to the floor, “and I don’t settle with unnecessary violence.”

 

(oof, this is already escalating XD)

[whaley]

@freedomwriter76

The tension XDXD

Sebastian

Sebastian leaned to one side, stared straight into the stranger’s eyes. “I don’t like being underdressed at a party.”

He slipped a dagger out of his opponent’s grip without changing his expression at all – then waved it about absently, like a cigar. “So I’m always overdressed. It’s a valid doctrine, and I believe you were the one who just validated it.”

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