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Good question! It’s been a while. Here’s a revamp of his old intro.
Viktor
Life is a confusing thing. When it gets turned upside down, it’s even more so. One moment you’re a young refugee in a foster system, and then the next you’ve been given a dream, a hope, and a nightmare all in one.
Basically what happens when you find your lost family, an incredible calling, and the distinct possibility that you’re a target in an ancient holy war.
Wears the school uniform, which I’m supposing is slacks and a polo/sweater shirt or button up shirt and sweater vest. He’d wear the latter, only with simple embroidery on the hem edges of his vest. (Think Norse embroidery.)
Has black curls(cropped short so it’s just very tumbly hair), black/brown eyes, and a lighter olive complexion. Is about average height for a 16 year old and on the thin side.
His hands are scarred. His right hand to the point of partial crippling/his small finger does not extend. Other scars are covered by his clothes. (There was a matter of a fire/incinerating bomb in the murder of his parents. It’s really amazing how well he escaped harm.) Note: He’s basically left-handed but in his culture, it’s rude to shake hands/take/give something with the left hand, so he naturally offers his right when shaking hands etc.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Here we go!
Viktor (Library)
The book was thick. Too thick. Viktor rubbed his forehead where a sharp pain had started. He had not realized how much he had fallen behind in the shuffle between houses. Maybe if this was his mother tongue it would make sense.
He slapped the book shut. If he had to wait until Reúven could help him, then he had to wait. He leaned back to survey his table.
Math: done. Numbers stayed the same no matter the language used to explain them. Literature was done too because reading an ancient ballad on apple blossoms didn’t require knowing what a gerund was. That left science and history.
He picked up the history book and curled up in his chair. It was written like no history book he’d met before. Exquisite illustrations lined the margins of each page. He ran a mottled finger over the delicate features of a little girl. A sword gleamed in her hand, so she was probably the child queen the passage was talking about.
Children in war.
“— agh!” Someone cried out as a loud thud shook the floor beneath him. Viktor shot to his feet with a clatter of books that were not so carefully balanced anymore. He tripped on the English book but caught himself on the edge of the table before landing on top of a sprawled form. A girl by the looks of it. No sword in sight.
“Miss? Are you hurt?” He held out a hand to help her up. Not that any hand so scarred would be a particularly calming sight. He winced.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
… Anyone want to meet a charrie in the school library?
I think Viktor could be doing some homework there.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@ellette-giselle I don’t know what he’ll think. XD In this RP, Reúven is serving in the “National Guard Civil Reserves”(civil service, so natural disaster response and some military training. He only wears his uniform while on/just off duty.). He’s pursuing his masters in divinity+ ministerial licence so he can join the chaplaincy when he’s 21. If my guess is right, that’s not the military service Rory is used to.
I’ll paste their original intro if you want.
Reúven
The kid turned around a corner and vanished from sight. Reúven turned away with a sigh.
“He’s gone.”
Liora flicked her gaze from the pocket mirror she was fidling with. She might not have spent her later childhood surviving a civil war, but she was by no means a blockhead. He grinned.
“Nothing here, except the oldest boy is worn through and the masked friend went after the runner. You might still see her… What are you smiling at?”
He blinked.
“Is that the mirror Alyona got you?”
She looked down at it as if she had forgotten it was there. She flipped it shut, showing the blue enamel flower on the case.
“Je.” It clicked back open with the slightest touch to the catch. Perfectly fit. Made in days long past.
“Blue stars, kid. What are you doing?”
The two jumped and glanced over their shoulders, forgetting subtleties. The older boy that had been so tired was pressing his fingers to his ear absently, a pained expression on his face.
“Lelo?” the little blonde boy nudged the older one, Lelo apparently. The young man blinked. His hand fell from his ear.
Reúven watched as Lelo studied the little band. The young man had a strange expression on his face. It was familiar, but Reúven was hardly used to seeing it on someone else. The need to protect. Reúven ran a finger over Liora’s mirror.
The group behind them settled back. It was quiet again. But not quiet enough for Reúven to catch the little boy’s whisper. Lelo’s voice was strained when he answered.
“I’ll find him, Lord willing.”
Something twisted in Reúven’s gut. He locked eyes with Liora.
She nodded.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@whalekeeper Indeed. XD
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Thank you! 🙂 I didn’t explore their friendship much in this RP before, but now y’all get the full benefit. XD
By the way, I’m always a little surprised at people’s reaction to Reúven. His arc was inspired by a character from a historical fiction series who is called a terrorist. And people call Reúven adorable. It’s hilarious, and I love it.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@koshka @whalekeeper @ellette-giselle
I’ll have to check, but I think Reúven is 16… Don’t be fooled by his cadet uniform. XD
Liora (+intro)
The bus slid to a stop with a loud exhalation from the brakes. The doors swooshed open. For a moment, no one entered, then a heeled shoe was heard on the step. A young woman in a red wool coat slid into the bus. She glanced at the passengers with a shy smile.
A young man in uniform stepped in behind her. His dark hair contrasted starkly with the golden braid wrapped around her head, but as they spoke together their accents matched. He turned to the driver.
“Good morning, Mr. Carnegie.”
“Ah. Good morning, Reúven.” The older man held out a hand for the younger to shake. “It’s been a while. Is your car in the shop?”
“Yes sir. The transmission was feeling jumpy.”
“And is this your girlfriend?” A mischievous light danced in Mr. Carnagie’s eyes as he surveyed the young people. The girl flushed and looked down, but Reúven appeared unflappable.
“Oh, no. This is Liora. She’s my fiance.”
A second ticked by. Liora smacked Reúven and the two began to laugh.
“No no. Long time friend. Her father served with mine.”
Me. Carnagie smiled a confused smile. He obviously was not sure which story to believe, but he dropped it. Reúven and Liora sat down toward the back of the bus. His duffel dwarfed her purse, but she moved it off her feet as if it weighed less.
“Sorry.”
“It’s all right. Now we’re even after I hit Viktor with that flashlight.”
“You mean twenty pound flood light.”
“An overstatement, but sure.”
“I don’t know.” Reúven leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowed. “Offenses toward my cousins are serious.”
“You just called me your fiance in front of a whole crowd of people, then you proceeded to flatten me with your military duffel. I think we’re even.”
At that moment, a kid behind them ran to the exit and jumped. The look of sheer panic on the boy’s face etched itself into Liora’s memory. She gripped Reúven’s sleeve.
“Beni. Did you see-”
“Shh.” He took her hand. She stared back at him, startled to see how pale he was. He had seen the boy too. She suddenly wished he hadn’t. Liora gasped for breath and forced herself to calm down. The shadows in Reúven’s eyes were thick.
“I think he was just nervous.” She reached out with her free hand. Subtle movements that the other passengers would not think to notice were paramount. She closed her fingers over the hand that had slid into his pocket.
His hand, reaching for his knife before he thought.
“It’s fine. His friends will look after him. No one here is wearing a bomb. I’m safe.”
She felt his hand relax. The knife slid back into its place without coming out where others would see. Reúven smiled at her.
“Thanks. Let’s make sure.”
Liora kept an eye on the group behind them while Reúven pretended to be fascinated with the emergency gear in the window. As long as the Kid stayed behind them, he could watch. It was enough for now.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
This is random, but I loved the AU backstory my characters had in this RP. And I’m having so much fun reading this Leo+Rory+Barnes drama. They don’t have to interact with my characters, but I would like to “join” if that’s ok.
Most of my RPs for this were pretty secluded/focused on them. I’d like to interact with others, but it doesn’t have to happen often. While they do get in trouble, they have a tendency to avoid it, which kept them out of the plot last time. XD
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
YES MA’AM. *squeak of terror*
Actually, I’m making Christmas cookies today, just like I have the past two-to-three days this week. Getting ready for a cookie exchange. So it’ll be a bit. XD
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Aw… it’s Leon. ❤️ I’m so happy find he’s stealing your heart again. I am concerned about this “broken it” comment, lol.
I really like the picture of him cooking with his daughter. It says a lot about him as a person and their situation. And the quotes are perfection.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Very nice! Although I have not watched the movies (I saw part of the first one?) I can definitely apply all you said to the books. Including writing stories more like Narnia instead.
*chokes on snow*
Yay! Onnendel is becoming my favorite of the cast. XD
Oh. Ick.
I should have seen that coming. That’s ugly. Wow. *awed applause* Well done. *hands you The Accolade of Plot Twists*
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I would like to inform those who may be concerned for my sanity.
I have a brother.
On a side note, I regret to share the recent passing of one Black Mongoose. 😉
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
