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jin has never believed himself to be unlucky ( in spite of certain unfortunate moments in his life ), but he feels like this should count as a sign. on the first day back at school, he has the misfortune of being splashed with muddy water by a couple of students biking right through a puddle. “ goddamn ━ ” he jumps back, but it’s way too late; the white gucci pants are now ruined. ( and it frankly looks like he’s sharted himself. ) “ great. just great. ”
jin’s  curses  are  met  with  a  snicker.  from  a  safe  distance  away,  just  out  of  the  splash  zone,  alix  watches  as  jin  stumbles  into  misfortune  with  an  amused  glint  in  his  eyes.  suffering  was  always  far  more  entertaining  when  it  wasn’t  his  own.  “  that’s  why  you  should  near  wear  white  after  labor  day. ”
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( JACOB ELORDI, 20, HE/HIM ) class is in session for ALIX CRAWFORD. the student file says they are a WEREWOLF and that they belong to HOUSE FLARION, currently being a SECOND year, where they’ll study HEALING MAGIC.  |  c, 29, ast, she/her.
BIOGRAPHY
- alix was born and raised in calais, maine. his mom was a lawyer and his dad owned a carpentry business.  - though both of them were witches, and proud of their history, they had both chosen professions outside of magic. - his twin sister avery was probably the person he was closest to growing up, that or his paternal grandmother who also lived with the family.
- when he was in middle school, he was suspended after a fight with another kid in his grade.  tw therapy / violence mentions  since then, he has been seeing a therapist regularly to develop healthy coping mechanisms and outlets for some of his anger.  he mostly has a handle on it but there have some relapses. - he was always athletically gifted, even from a young age. he was the starting quarterback on the high school team and though his father wanted him to take over the family business, he always had his sights set on the NFL. he had a plan; go to a small college to save money, have recruits come out to see him, and transfer to one of the best schools with high draft rates. from there he’d be set, his life on the correct path. unfortunately things didn’t work out that way. - the summer after graduation, just weeks before he was set to go to college, he was at a bonfire with some friends. he was drunk, mouthed off at the wrong guy, and one thing led to another and he got bitten by a werewolf. at first he tried to deny it, even as the full moon approached, but by the time that fateful night rolled around there was no denying it.  as every bone in his body broke, anguished screams drowned out by the angry metal music he was blasting out in an abandoned shack near their house, he knew that this was something he’d have to keep to himself.  their parents could never know. witches themselves, you think they would have supported him... but he knew them well enough to know that they would hate it. even if they said they supported him, were there for them, he’d always see the pity in their eyes and he couldn’t deal with the thought of it. he swore his sister to secrecy, lied and said he had decided to go to arcanas of his own volition — they were witches after all — and that college could wait a few years. they were shocked but the lie was believable.  - he was an angry dude even before he got turned so that’s only been amplified since becoming a werewolf. he’s your stereotypical angry werewolf, i know, who sometimes doubles down with a heap of toxic masculinity. he’s on the soccer team and takes it very seriously and is constantly getting yelled at for tackling like they’re playing touch football and being too aggressive on the field.  it’s also not uncommon to see him pop off for little to no reason.  he’s still a baby wolf, he can’t control everything yet, and his emotions are all over the map as a result of it.   - tw: internalized homophobia  he’s always carried a lot of self-hatred around in him. it’s like his brain’s stuck on what he thinks he “should” want, and tries to manifest it so aggressively that he almost believes it. he’s had a long term girlfriend for years, someone he’s known since he was a teenager, and while they’re... not horrible, together, there’s no spark there. no chemistry. if he were being honest, he’d know it’s because he’s always felt about guys the way he wants to about girls but he’s not ready to come to terms with that just yet.  - despite the anger and the aggression, he’s actually very intelligent and introspective. he loves poetry and shakespeare but these aren’t things very many people — if any — know about him. - tw: substance abuse ish  alix also lowkey highkey takes calming potions infused with wolfsbane to chill him the fuck out sometimes. they numb him, hurt him, but they keep him from flying off the handle when things are getting really bad.  he’s extremely good at potions and always found that it and alchemy come by him relatively easy. 
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AT A GLANCE
name: alix vaughn crawford.
age: 21.
gender: cis male.
pronouns: he/him.
sexuality: he’s definitely gay but he’s currently in the denial stage and therefore things that he’s heterosexual.
place of birth or where are they from: calais, me.
occupation: arcanas student / aspiring athlete.
APPEARANCE
faceclaim: jacob elordi.
height: 6′5″
physique: athletic/muscular.
eyes: hazel.
hair: light brown.
piercings: nipple piercing (left), hoop in his ear. 
tattoos: n/a.
scars: just the bite from the werewolf that turned him.
birthmark: he has a freckle/beauty mark on his upper chest beneath his pec. 
fashion style: sporty luxe? sweatpants and plain tees when he's staying in, fancy looking button downs with a leather jacket or his varsity jacket when he's going out. skinny jeans, never baggy ones.  will wear joggers and sweatpants though. impressive sneaker collection. 
perfume: 'eros' by versace. 
accessories: he's got an apple watch he wears that tracks his heart rate and shit. aside from that he's not big on accessories minus the thin gold chain he wears under his clothes.
INTERESTS
hobbies: sports, video games, drinking, amateur carpentry. 
food: big pasta guy. loves carbs. ribs/chicken/deep dish pizza. favorite candy are starbursts. 
drinks: whiskey drinker, dr. pepper soda main. places: disney world. the family went every year since he was 3. 
music: alt rock. (imagine dragons/nickelback/citizen soldier/marianas trench) 
series: succession, friday night lights, weeds, smallville, killing eve, you're the worst, the politician, manifest. 
podcasts: inside of you with michael rosenbaum, stuff you should know, ESPN daily, stay hot: a sports podcast 
movies: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, whiplash, the dark knight trilogy, the original spiderman trilogy, the amazing spiderman movies, the fast and the furious movies, when the game stands tall, we are marshall, remember the titans, the longest yard 
literature:  he'd never admit it but he's into poetry. the only thing he'll admit to reading is probably harry potter.
PERSONALITY
positive traits: determined, hardworking, resilient, charismatic, entrepreneurial 
negative traits: stubborn, hot-headed, impulsive, impatient, selfish, overbearing, lacking empathy 
how do they appear to other people? tbh his height makes him come off very intimidating. he has a tendency to be very serious when he's focused, and comes across pretty abrasive if you don't know him that well. he does have a wicked sense of humor though so when you get to know him, he's not quite so sharp around the edges. being a werewolf however does unfortunately make his temper run hot, even hotter than it did pre-bite, so when he gets mad? he gets mad. he does have coping strategies but they don’t, uh, always work. 
how do they act when they're alone? tbh he's pretty chill. quiet, reads, or does something with his hands to keep himself occupied. 
zodiac sign: gemini baby / june 16.
mbti: ISTP
MENTAL
education:  graduated from high school in calais, me.  he fully intended on going to college in portland after graduation but he ended up going to arcanas instead. 
literacy: well-educated 
languages: english, spanish 
disorders: adhd, generalized anxiety, and no official diagnosis but he has been in therapy for years for anger management issues / aggression.   
phobias: enclosed spaces, serious injury, his own feelings lol
CLUBS & CLASSES
track team, soccer, writing & poetry 
specialty magic in alchemy & transfiguration, healing magic, potions, & spell casting.
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inejbrckker​:
don’t get confused , this is a nate jacobs hate blog ; fez was right .
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JACOB ELORDI as NATE JACOBS
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JACOB ELORDI for GQ Hype (February 2022)
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bvstdknvckles · 4 years
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GILBERT, J
“ tell me, what level of crazy is too much for you? i’m just curious —- i’d say we’re right at peak insanity, if that helps. ”
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“  just  once,  it’d  be  nice  if  things  were  normal.  apparently  that’s  too  much  to  ask. ”   he  practically  spits  his  response,  straightening  his  hand  out  tentatively  as  he  winces.  probably  not  broken,  but  painful  as  hell.   “  you’re  way  too  calm  considering  someone  just  stormed  in  here,  chucked  an  axe  at  that  guy’s  head, ”  he  jerks  his  head  for  emphasis,  “  —  and  fucking  started  a  RIOT  as  people  tried  to  bust  ass  out  of  here.    the  fuck  is  wrong  with  you  ? ”
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HALE, L
“it really d e p e n d s on your drink of choice for the best mixer, i myself am a bloody mary kind of gal.” 
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@reprievestarters·
“  if  that’s  what  you  think  makes  a  good  drink  ...  i  don’t  want  you  touching  mine. ”
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LIGHTWOOD, A
THROUGH NARROWED HAZEL HUES the male studied his surroundings, bow drawn with an arrow ready to fly toward an enemy. The enemy that no longer stood before him, who had seemingly vanished into thin air. Or, was it he that had vanished? Sheathing the arrow, he then slung the bow over his shoulder, pale lips pressing into a thin line as his brow furrowed. Humming momentarily, Alec continued to take in his surroundings, the large buildings were entirely foreign to him, he could tell from the lack of bustle on the streets that he definitely was not in New York City anymore. A hand combed back through ebony locks as the six foot something male groaned, knowing that he would have to make himself visible to the mundane population if he had any hope of finding out where he was.
SLIPPING THE STELE from his pocket, the male then swiped it over one of his runes, sighing softly for a moment. Shoving the object back into his pocket, Alec then wandered out into the street in hope of finding someone who could help shed some light on the situation he found himself in. “Excuse me,” He flashed a fake smile in the direction of the being before him. “I think I’m lost, would you mind telling me where we are?” Confusion filtered over the shadow hunter’s face as he peered away from the other, studying his surroundings. He couldn’t help but wonder if any fellow shadow hunters had ended up following him to, wherever the hell he was.
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every  five  minutes,  like  clockwork,  he  swears  he  sees  someone  looking  confused  and  wondering  how  they  got  here.  like  broken  records.  given  he’s  one  of  them,  albeit  a  few  weeks  ago  now,  it’s  hypocritical  to  find  it  annoying  yet  here  he  is  —  annoyed,  all  the  same.  or  maybe  he’s  annoyed  because  the  guy’s  good  looking,  a  fact  of  which  he’s  unfortunately  noticed  and  hates.   “  we’re  on  the  sidewalk. ”  he  answers  defiantly,  smirk  plastering  itself  across  his  features.   he  knows  it’s  not  the  answer  the  man’s  looking  for,  not  by  miles,  but  he  can’t  help  but  be  a  dick  about  it.   or  maybe  he  could,  but  he’s  choosing  not  to.   
the  problem  with  being  a  dick  is  that  it  means  he’s  probably  going  to  prolong  this  conversation.  when  the  man  looks  away  it  presents  the  perfect  opportunity  to  get  his  shit  together,  arms  crossing  tight  over  his  chest  as  the  grocery  bags  rustle  in  his  hands.   when  his  resolve  fails  him  and  his  eyes  drift  back  to  the  man,  he  can’t  help  but  notice  the  symbols  he  has  tattooed  all  over  his  body.   weird.  but  not  the  first  time  he’s  seen  them  before.   “  nice  tats. ”   he  adds  after  a  moment,  a  brow  arched  slightly.   “  i  saw  some  old  guy  with  a  bunch  of  them —  just  like  that  — about  a  week  ago. ”   one  is  a  coincidence  but  two  is  a  pattern.  if  people  this  guy  knows  are  randomly  showing  up,  does  this  mean  people  he  knows  will  too  ?   
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DRACIA
           confused  didn’t  even   BEGIN  to  describe  how  she  was  truly  feeling .  one  moment ,  she  was  in  reality  and  the  next  she  was  tossed  into  this  unknown  place .  it  was  different .  so  much  different  than  mystic falls .  dracia  slowly  made  her  way  towards  a  local  book store  in  hopes  it  would  still  be  open  despite  how  late  it  was .  at  least  reading  was  a  slight  ESCAPE  from  what  was  going  on .  though ,  this  place  was  confusing  to  navigate  around .  she  had  no  clue  where  anything  was .  and  she  certainly  didn’t  know  anyone  she  had  encountered .  hands  grasped  the  small locket  that  she  wore  around  her  neck .  it  was  a  locket  that  a  witch  had  given  her  as  a  birthday  gift  over  a  hundred  years  ago .  it  was  SPECIAL  and  all  she  had  with  her . eyes  scanned  around   and  the  urge  to  snort  in  frustration  grew .  but  given  what  would  happen  when  she  would  do  such  a  thing ,  would  surely  alarm  those  around .  it  wasn’t  normal  to  blow  smoke   unless  you  were  a  dragon .     
                     eyes  searched  and  nothing .  finally  she  paused .  “  for  merlin’s  sake ,  where  is  anything  in  this  place ?  “   dracia  growled .  
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he  has  no  interest  in  books  right  now.  not  unless  you  could  crack  the  spine  and  use  the  pages  for  a  bonfire  on  the  beach.  the  only  reason  he’s  even  inside  right  now  is  because  he’s  practically  melting,  enjoying  the  air  conditioning  as  he  flips  idly  through  some  travel  book.  it’s  kind  of  funny;  the  city  has  books  on  travel  but  in  the  weeks  he’s  been  here,  he’s  never  seen  a  train  station  or  even  an  airport.   all  dressed  up  with  nowhere  to  go.
he  hears  the  stranger’s  comments  but  doesn’t  look  up,  dog-earring  a  page  about  the  santorini  volcano  that  has  him  somewhat  interested.  “  don’t  know.  don’t  care.  go  ask  someone  that  works  here. ”   with  his  board  shorts  and  deep-v  cut  tank  top,  it’s  quite  evident  that  he’s  not  getting  paid  to  help  anyone  ...  and  he’s  definitely  not  doing  it  for  free.  
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RAWLINGS, M
Minnie couldn’t help the grin that left her face as the other quite literally growled in response to her question, and she held up her hands as though in mock-defense. “Whoah there, Fido. I was just asking if you know what time it is, because my phone is super dead and I’m supposed to be meeting someone.”
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“  your  phone’s  not  the  only  thing  that’s  going  to  be  super  dead  if  you  don’t  shut  your  mouth. ”   the  words  are  spit  out  in  her  direction,  eyes  flashing  amber  in  warning  as  he  clenches  his  jaw.   his  teeth  grind  together  painfully,  a  reminder  that  he  needs  to  avoid  losing  his  shit  in  public.    he  throws,  more-so  than  hands,  his  phone  over  to  her.   never  let  it  be  said  he’s  not  trying.   “  fine.  make  it  quick. ”
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LAHEY, I
Isaac had been that kid once too; a lacrosse player who suddenly found himsellf with this incredible new ability, heightened senses, and as the full moon approached, a emotional roller coaster which surprassed the normal homorones raging. Before his first full moon he and Scott had charged at each other like bulls seeing red. it had taken time, a lot of impatience, but he’d found control eventually. He’d been passing through where the soccer team was practicing and he’d stopped to watch. It seemed travrling down memory lane of beacon hills was a common occurance as of the last day and half.
Watching it the team though, he sensed the other wolf though there were eleven players on the practice field. It could have been any of them. But then his gaze had wandered from the field tpo the bench where he saw the other. He looked ready to rip someones head off and for a moment he mused, wondering if this is what it was like watching himself back in high school. He really shouldn’t get involved and yet Isaac found himself approaching the other. He wasn’t even put off by the growl. 
“Seriously?” He said with a rise of an eyebrow and just shook his head at the moodiness. “Nothing, except a little wordly advice, welcomed or not. I’d take a walk before you end up taking one of your teammates heads off.”
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even  before  he’d  been  bitten,  PATIENCE  wasn’t  a  virtue  he  was  familiar  with.   he  was  quick  to  anger,  even  quicker  to  run  his  mouth  before  putting  any  thought  behind  it,  and  nowadays  it  didn’t  take  much  to  set  him  off.  you  could  breathe  wrong  in  his  direction  and  it’d  be  enough  for  him  to  start  charting  out  all  the  different  ways  he  could  sever  a  head  from  someone’s  torso.   being  self-aware  enough  to  recognize  your  issues,  however,  doesn’t  always  mean  you  have  a  handle  on  them.   his  shit  is  very  much  not  handled.   not  in  the  slightest.   
at  the  friendly  advice,  he  simply  scowls.   “  great.  i  didn’t  ask  for  it. ”   he  knows  he  doesn’t  need  to  be  an  asshole,  senses  that  the  guy’s  more  like  him  than  he  looks,  but  something  about  that  just  makes  him  angrier.  he  doesn’t  need  some  wolf  with  his  shit  together  coming  down  and  getting  on  his  case  because  he  doesn’t.    fuck  that.   he’d  rather  suffer  on  his  own  than  be  subjected  to  someone  else’s  pity.   “  some  of  them  would  probably  be  better  off. ”   he  adds  after  a  moment,  sullen  words  ripped  from  his  throat  as  his  scowl  deepens.   “  there  aren’t  enough  brain-cells  between  them  to  rub  together.  ”
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GILBERT, E
being  there  at  a  football  practice  for  what  is  a  possible  local  team,  it  was  an  attempt  to  try  and  distract  her  mind  from  the  BIGGER  situation  at  hand.  maybe  she  thought  if  she  closed  her  eyes,  and  listened  to  the  chatter.  if  she  found  some  kind  of  comfort  for  a  moment  in  the  vulgar  collective  of  male  energy,  she  could  fool  her  mind  into  BELIEVING  she  was  back  in  mystic  falls.  back  at  a  football  game,  hearing  matt  and  tyler  argue  over  WHAT  counts  as  a  touchdown.  or  whatever  they  had  to  argue  about  that  day,  with  the  lockwood  boy,  it  was  always  something.  and  it  does  for  a  moment  lead  her  into  the  false  security  of  easier  times,  of  a  less  hectic  place  that  she  knew  so  much  better.  she  can  even  hear  caroline’s  refusal  to  bite  her  tongue  about  someone  making  an  error  in  a  cheer  leading  team.  THIS  IS  NOT  AMATEURS  DAY  GIRLS !  and  oh,  elena  wishes  she  was  there  instead.  even  with  how  insufferable  caroline  is  in  charge.  or  how  much  she  disliked  cheer  leading  now..  at  least  then  she  wouldn’t  be  as  terrified  as  she  was  here,  with  the  unknown.  the  imagining,  it  brings  a  sense  of  peace,  even  for  a  short  moment  as  she  relishes  in  that  and  the  light  breeze.  but  it  doesn’t  last,  as  soon  as  chocolates  open,  the  chaos  returns  and  she’s  swallowing  it  down  hard.  DENY  THE  FEELINGS,  at  least  for  now  until  she  can  deal  with  them.  
it’s  then  that  she  notices  the  male,  and  decides  to  approach.  maybe,  part  of  her  is  seeking  some  kind  of  company.  a  friendly  face,  at  least  someone  she  knows  in  this  MAZE  of  a  place.  eyes  glance  to  the  males  who  have  been  bickering,  and  she  can’t  ignore  the  smile  that  wants  to  twitch  at  the  corners  of  her  lips.  there  goes  that  familiarity  again.  she  takes  a  seat  not  far  from  the  male.  “  so,  what  did  you  do  to  be  DENIED  the  grand  opportunity  of  playing ?  ”  she  questions,  and  she  notices  the  tightening  of  his  jaw,  and  it  instantly  makes  her  regret  her  decision.  THIS  WAS  NOT  SOMEONE  WHO  WANTED  TO  BE  BOTHERED.  or  company.  an  error,  on  her  part.  his  tone  itself,  says  exactly  what  she  thought,  and  she  swallows  once  again.  coughing,  to  hide  it.  “  nothing,  just  thought  you  looked  lonesome  here,  and  was  making  conversation.  but  it  doesn’t  matter.  don’t  worry  about  it.  ”  she  waves  off�� what  she’d  said  instantly,  she  wasn’t  stupid.  ADDING  FUEL  TO  AN  ALREADY,  ALL  OUT  BLAZE  ?  that  would  be  a  death  wish.  she  knew  from  tyler’s  attitudes,  it  was  best  to  steer  clear.  
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being  dropped  into  reprieve  is  both  the  worst  and  best  thing  that’s  ever  happened  to  him.  though  he’s  separated  from  his  sister,  from  the  few  people  he  can  list  on  one  hand  that  he  cares  about,  none  of  the  people  that  knew  him  before  are  around.   his  classmates,  friends  of  the  family,  psycho  ex-girlfriends  who  could  threaten  his  flimsy  reputation  if  they  started  spilling  his  secrets  to  anyone  who’d  listen,  are  thankfully  nowhere  to  be  seen;   IT’S  THE  CLOSEST  TO  A  FRESH  START  AS  HE’LL  EVER  GET.   except  even  in  a  town  where  no  one  knows  him,   where  no  one  expects  him  to  be  or  act  a  certain  way,  he  can’t  shake  his  old  patterns.   
(  he’s  as  much  of  a  coward  in  reprieve  as  he  was  back  home. still  hates  himself  for  it  too,  if  anyone’s  taking  inventory.   )
so  he  assimilates  the  best  way  he  knows  how.   he  goes  to  school,  falls  back  into  sports,  and  tries  to  make  the  best  of  the  terrible  choices  he  continues  to  make.    hence  how  he  finds  himself  on  the  bench,  oddly  reminiscent  of  the  lacrosse  games  he’d  constantly  get  pulled  out  off;  like  amidst  all  the  changes  in  his  life  somehow  nothing  has  changed  at  all.   it’s  poetic  in  how  pathetic  it  all  is.  
he  can  almost  forget  that  someone  was  talking  to  him,  or  the  snarl  that  he  sent  back  in  response,  when  he  gets  caught  up  in  his  head  like  this.   they  keep  talking  though  which  eventually  shakes  him  free,  tuning  in  somewhere  in  the  middle.   “  penalty. ”   he  answers,  like  it  should  be  obvious.   “  tackled  the  fuckface  on  defense. ”   his  head  jerks  harshly  to  the  other  player  who  was  still  playing,  a  brief  smile  fighting  at  the  corner’s  of  his  mouth  as  he  takes  in  the  swelling  around  their  eye.   yeah,  that’ll  be  a  shiner  come  monday.   serves  him  right.  “   yeah,  well,  i’m  pissed.   you  wouldn’t  be  up  for  fucking  small-talk  if  you’d  been  benched. ”   he  looks  her  over,  lip  curling  back  into  a  slight  look  of  disdain.   “  —  if  you  played. ”   call  him  a  misogynist  but  no  chick   that  hot  would  run  around  in  these  ugly  ass  soccer  uniforms;   he’s  gay  not  blind.  
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what  do  you  get  when  you  mix  an  overly  competitive  &  naturally  hot-headed  individual with  a  full  moon  approaching  in  a  few  days  ?   CATASTROPHE.   from  start  to  finish,  soccer practice  has  been  hell.  he’d  gotten  into  a  fight  with  one  of  the  other  players  on  his  team  over  whether  or  not  head-butting  the  ball  into  the  goal  should  count  and  it  had  taken  THREE  other  players  to  pull  them  apart.   it’s  why  he’s  riding  the  bench  now,  hands  resting  on  either  side  of  his  head  as  it  hangs  between  his  knees.   practice  is  just  about  over,  the  teams  squaring  off  for  the  point  that  will  win  the  pickup  game,  but  his  gaze  is  anywhere  but  the  field.�� (  if  he’s  not  playing,  he  has  no  skin  in  the  game.   if  they  lose  without  him  —  which  he’s  pretty  fucking  sure  they  will  —   he  doesn’t  own  that  loss.  )    he  almost  doesn’t  notice  the  presence  coming  up  on  him,  though  his  gaze  doesn’t  quite  shift  over  to  them.   the  only  indication  he  saw  them  before  they  speak  is  the  slight  tick  of  his  jaw  and  the  growl  that  accompanies  it.   “  what ? ”
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bvstdknvckles · 4 years
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( jacob elordi, 20, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, ALIX CRAWFORD.  rumor has it they are a WEREWOLF, from TEEN WOLF, but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the ECHO district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine FINGERS CURLED INTO FISTS, DARK CIRCLES UNDER THE EYES WITH FOGGY EXPRESSIONS, AND A FEAR THAT TWISTS AND POISONS EVERY WORD YOU SPIT.
so basically he and his twin sister come from a really old witch family. they think only witches with old bloodlines should practice magic, pure bloodlines, blah blah blah.  the twins have always bought into that and they’re basically the negative wonder twins. she’s the brains and he’s the brawn and it’s always been a dynamic that works for them.  think amycus and alecto without the weird incesty vibes.
he’s always carried a lot of self-hatred around in him. it’s like his brain’s stuck in the 50s and can’t accept some of his own truths. he knows it’s 2020, that being gay isn’t a big deal, but that doesn’t stop his brain from hammering in that it’s terrible and something he should be ashamed of. the internalized homophobia runs incredibly strong and also manifests as literal homophobia @ other people who are open about their sexuality.  he’s jealous — because he can’t imagine being proud of it — so he hates them with a passion and makes sure they know.  
the summer he turned 19, he was at a bonfire with some friends.  he was drunk, mouthed off at the wrong guy, and one thing led to another and he got bitten by a werewolf.  at first he tried to deny it, even as the full moon approached, but by the time that fateful night rolled around there was no denying it.  as every bone in his body broke, anguished screams drowned out by the angry metal music he was blasting out in an abandoned shack near their house, he knew that this was something he’d have to keep to himself.  their parents could never know.  all his life he’d been raised to believe certain things, certain hierarchies so to speak, and he knew they would look at him differently and view him as less than —  so he kept quiet.  only his sister knew the truth.
he was an angry dude even before he got turned so that’s only been amplified since becoming a werewolf. he’s your stereotypical angry werewolf, i know, who doubles down with a heap of toxic masculinity. he’s played on his college’s soccer team and takes it very seriously and is constantly getting yelled at for tackling like they’re playing touch football and being too aggressive on the field.  it’s also not uncommon to see him pop off for little to no reason.  he’s still a baby wolf, he can’t control everything yet, and his emotions are all over the map as a result of it.  
despite the anger and the aggression, he’s actually very intelligent and introspective.  he loves poetry and shakespeare ( a literature nerd ) but these aren’t things very many people — if any — know about him.
he also lowkey highkey takes calming potions infused with wolfsbane to chill him the fuck out sometimes. they numb him, hurt him, but they keep him from flying off the handle when things are getting really fucked up.  he’s extremely good at potions and excels at it and alchemy probably the best.
he  grew  up  in  beacon  hills  but  he  did  not  know  about  werewolves  until  he  became  one.  he  also  doesn’t  know  who  turned  him  and  currently  doesn’t  belong  to  a  pack.
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bvstdknvckles · 4 years
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Jacob Elordi in Kissing Booth 2
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