( dominic sherwood, 21, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, JACE HERONDALE who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, SEASON 2.  rumor has it they are a SHADOWHUNTER, but only they could tell you the truth !  when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine LEATHER JACKETS ON BROAD SHOULDERS, IMPULSES REEKING OF DEVOTION, AND BOTTLED UP EMOTIONS.

ok im way too lazy for proper intros (which i applaud all of you for), so, here are just some bullet points for those who aren’t familiar with jace yet:

jace wayland-lightwood-morgernstern-herondale. it’s complicated—what matters is that his real family is the herondales, but he doesn’t know that yet and thinks he’s a morgernstern.

basically, no one wants to be part of the morgernstern family. they’re looked down upon because of valentine, who is like voldemort, but hotter. he wanted to create a shadowhunter army to erase all vampires, werewolves, seelis, anyone with demon blood out of existence ( called downworlders ).

he had basically kidnapped jace and forced him into a ~partnership~ with him in creating that army because who doesn’t love family bonding time? 

thankfully, he’d escaped, but then was imprisoned because the boring, stuck-up shadowhunter politicians accused him of treason, so, pretty much, he didn’t really get to catch a break. 

of course, things couldn’t stop there. there was this magical mortal sword that once wielded by someone with Pure angel blood, it would yeet all downwolders into the oblivion.

so, what did jace do? you guessed it. in his defense, he thought he had demon blood when in reality, valentine had coerced him into believing he didn’t have pure angel blood because he was his son ( news flash: he’s not. does he know it? no ).

the exact moment after he got a fun moment to relish what he’d done—massacring a whole room of downworlders—he got pulled from his dimension and dropped here. in the show, he found out valentine wasn’t his father and clary wasn’t his sister moments after, but we love pain and angst, so, i’m not giving him that knowledge yet xoxo

i’m gonna say he’s been here for a couple weeks, enough to settle in, but he’s still confused as hell and having emo depressed hours listening to my chemical romance

( dylan o’brien, 19, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, STILES STILINSKI who is from TEEN WOLF, SEASON 6.  rumor has it they are a HUMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine INK STAINED FINGERS, COMIC BOOKS, PLAID SHIRTS THAT REMAIN UNWASHED AND EMPTY TAKEOUT BOXES.

         HISTORY: in depth can be found here. everything is canon until the end of season 6. 

                                                       PRESENT/RUNDOWN.

it’s been a year since he’s talked to his friends, consumed by the internship and the freedom it offers. he wanted to do good: not just be the clumsy fool he’d come to be known for. 

he’s doing well at it too, passing the classes. it’s strange for him to actually feel like he’s genuinely good at something and then he’s sucked from that bubble. wants to assume this is some more crazy shit: expecting the worst and hoping for the best right? he doesn’t get it but he’s trying to help. trying to find his friends. 

( samantha logan, 20, she/her )  welcome to reprieve, MAYA MARCELI.  rumor has it they are a WERETIGER, from REPRIEVE, but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the ALPHA district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine A DIAMOND-STUDDED FLASK, THE SHRILL SCREECH OF A TEA KETTLE ABOUT TO BOIL OVER, AND THE SMELL OF DEW-SOAKED GRASS

maya lives with her three parents.  yes, you heard me kids, she’s got THREE parents.  you’d think this would be a good thing, more love to go around, but tbh it’s not been her experience.  her mama, MARIE, is a career climber;  we’re talking smashing glass ceilings, fighting any man who might say she’s not as tough, or as competent, as they are.  as such she works long hours, is a high profile lawyer.  she’s the tough bitch that rips criminals into little pieces and feeds them to the jury.  she’s an absolute shark.   her mother, BIANCA, is the exact opposite.  she volunteers her time for various charitable organizations in the city and spends more time planning brunch than with her daughter.  they’ve got three incomes;  three high profile incomes, tbh, so money has never been an issue.   her papa, LITO, is… well, she’s not sure.  he’s always said his job is very secretive, very private, and would never speak about what he does for a living.  i think at first she assumed it was something sketchy;  drugs, or maybe the mafia.   but one day her curiosity got the better of her and she struck gold.  she picked the lock on his briefcase and found out that he was working for a government organization.  he was undercover,  she thinks,  trying to take down the mob from the inside.   it’s why she transferred schools,  why her father has been working longer hours, disappearing for days on end on business trips.   he’s playing with fire and trying not to get burned.  

with little time and attention sent her way,  in a family filled with people so focused on their own wants, their own needs,  they tend to forget about her.  it wasn’t always like this.  when she was a child, young, shiny, and new, they doted on her lovingly.  it was only as she got older;  less soft, more OPINIONATED, less CUTE,  that their interest waned.  like a puppy given to a child, abandoned when it outgrows its puppy years.   she tries not to take it personally but it’s hard not to.   so used to spending time by herself,  it’s no surprise that she warmed to the first boy who really looked at her. JAIME KAPLAN.  they were young then,  her face round,  eyes wild with wonder,  and she’d wanted to help him so badly it physically pained her.   she’d asked her mama for help,  maybe they could be alone TOGETHER in this big empty house, but just as suddenly as he’d arrived in her life?  he was gone.  things went south and she never saw him again.   ( but this is the middle of their story,  not the end.  she just doesn’t know it yet.  )

the marcelis come from a family of shapeshifters that are able to shift into weretigers.  it’s a gene that they carry, and is triggered when they reach puberty age.  all her life,  her parents were forcing her to take ‘vitamins’ that would help her mature.  she had no idea that the pills they were giving her would actually prevent her from shifting,  some concoction they’d cooked up with a witch some decades earlier.  her parents took them too, suffering the physical pains that came from not shifting and rejecting your true nature.  it was when maya unlocked the briefcase that she found notes about the medication, of the doses they’d been giving her to try to ‘cure’ her disease, that she realized how truly SCREWED UP their family was.   she exploded, forced them into telling her the truth, and threatened to leave and never return if they didn’t allow her to be who she was supposed to be.  they acquiesced,  but her father hasn’t spoken a word to her since the discovery.   she’s DESPERATE to win his favor again but knows she can’t stomach the pain, can’t be the person they want.  it’s why she memorized the names on the files,  decided to dedicate herself to infiltrating this world that her father was trying to take down from the inside.  she was helping.  or at least,  that was how she justified things at first.  the deeper and deeper she gets,  she’s lost track of who she’s really living for;  her family, or for herself.   a sense of BELONGING she’s searched for her whole life.

as she’s gotten closer and closer to the people who have direct or indirect involvement with the gang, and grown to care about them, she’s started seriously questioning her own motivations. when she finds her smoking gun - will she even want to use it? 

PERSONALITY / PERSONA:

she made a pact with herself when she decided to commit to infiltration;  do whatever it takes.  be friends with, screw around with, screw OVER whoever she needed to in order to get in the inner circle.  i think she expected them all to be… insufferable? awful? when she realized how fun everyone was, how much she genuinely LIKED their particular brands of insanity, things got more complicated.  

she’s very much a yes girl.  you want to dance naked in a fountain? yes.  you want to do lines of coke off her dad’s mercedes? yes.   do hallucinogens and write your maths exam? hell fuckin’ yes.  i feel like she has no concept of where the line between rational and irrational even is anymore.  it’s gone.  poof.  the lifestyle is intoxicating, as is the camaraderie that comes along with it.  

being a yes girl has gotten her into some trouble in the past.  when a prank went wrong, maya found herself in a spot of trouble when her would be victim turned on her. she’d shifted in front of him, thinking it would be funny to scare him, and he lashed out by hitting her with a rock.  she passed out shortly after she was buried alive, too disoriented and injured to prove that she was still alive. the details after that are foggy. maybe she died, or maybe she crawled her way out of the grave, she’s not sure.  she can’t remember and she honestly doesn’t want to. 

kind of a bitch if you don’t know her well, even more of a bitch when you do.  she’ll speak her mind but knows when to keep her mouth shut too.  she has a temper and tries to keep it in check but that isn’t always the easiest. incredibly loyal and FIERCELY protective of the people she cares about.  would kill for them.  

TLDR:  she’s a weretiger.  she has three parents who lowkey neglect her but it’s fine.  her dad is infiltrating the mob,  getting in with THE MAFIA LEADER’S people,  and when maya found out she decided to do the same … except she’s in too deep and maybe it’s not about her dad anymore.  she will fight anyone that comes for her or her friends but tbh just wants to love,  be loved, and receive positive attention.  

( brant daugherty, 26, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, VALENTINE MORGENSTERN who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, PRE-PILOT. rumor has it they are a SHADOWHUNTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine CONVICTIONS STRONGER THAN IRON, BLOODSTAINED HANDS, AND EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES BY PANIC AT THE DISCO.

bc  i  hate  myself,  i  decided  i  needed  to  play  a  circle  era  valentine.  ha,  ha,  ha,  ha.  we  love  pain.

previously  on  shadowhunters

valentine  was  one  of  the  clave’s  best  and  brightest  shadowhunters  in  his  youth.  his  whole  family  were  legacies;   the  bravest  and  the  best,  each  generation  trained  ruthlessly  to  ensure  they  could  handle  themselves  in  combat.  this  led  valentine  to  both  love  and  despise  his  father.   he  resented  his  unforgiving  spirit,  how  hard  he  could  sometimes  be  on  him,  but  knew  that  he  made  him  a  better  fighter.  

while  attending  the  shadowhunter  academy  in  idris,  near  alicante  where  he  was  born  and  raised,  he  formed  an  organization  called  the  circle.  initially,  the  circle  was  founded  to  protest  the  antiquated  views  of  the  clave  and  the  consul.  they  were  young  voices,  all  ambitious  and  hungry,  and  longed  for  a  world  where  they  could  be  better  than  the  generation  before.   they  wanted  to  reform  the  downworld  —  and  the  accords  —  and  forge  a  new  and  better  world.   everything  changed,  however,  after  valentine’s  father  was  murdered  on  what  should  have  been  a  routine  werewolf  den  inspection.   his  mother,  shortly  after,  died  of  a  heart  attack.   grief,  valentine  would  say  to  anyone  who  would  listen.  grief  was  killed  her.  a  broken  heart.   their  deaths  changed  something  in  valentine.  he  hardened,  his  views  becoming  more  radical,  and  his  desire  to  reform  the  downworld  turned  to  a  hatred  for  all  downworlders.  he  saw  them  all  as  demons,  as  creatures  that  masquerade  as  humans,  and  if  they  couldn’t  be  controlled  they  needed  to  be  eradicated.    

as  the  circle  began  to  grow  in  power,  valentine  started  experimenting.  first,  on  himself,  and  then  later  on  his  unborn  children.  when  injecting  himself  with  demon  blood,  or  angel  blood,  he  saw  temporary  changes  to  his  strength,  powers,   etc,  but  because  he  was  an  adult  they  never  lasted.    he  figured  that  if  he  experimented  on  a  child  before  their  birth,  he’d  have  a  better  chance  of  bringing  about  the  strongest  generation  of  shadowhunters.   he  married  jocelyn  and  fed  her  demon  blood  while  she  was  pregnant.   he  did  a  similar  test  with  stephen  herondale’s  wife  celine,  with  angel  blood,  from  the  angel  ithuriel  that  he  had  bound  and  held  captive  in  the  cellar  of  their  house.  he  also  did  some  other  questionable  things  around  this  time.  when  lucien  turned  on  him,  his  parabatai,  he  put  him  in  a  position  where  he  was  bitten  by  a  werewolf.   they  fought  and  he  told  lucien  if  he  had  any  honor,  he  would  kill  himself.   he  didn’t  stick  around  long  enough  to  figure  out  what  decision  he’d  made.  as  his  parabatai  rune  faded  away,  inflicting  a  pain  worse  than  death  upon  him,  he  barely  felt  it;   his  humanity  was  so  far  removed,  it  was  like  he  couldn’t  feel  things  like  pain,  or  love,  anymore.    or  so  he  liked  to  think.

shortly  after  this,  the  uprising  was  planned.  the  circle  would  attack  accords  hall  when  the  accords  were  to  be  signed,  killing  all  of  the  downworlders  inside.  poised  for  peace,  none  of  them  would  be  prepared;  it’d  be  a  slaughter.   jocelyn,  disillusioned  by  valentine  at  this  point,  conspired  with  downworlders  to  put  a  stop  to  his  plan.  as  a  result,  they  were  prepared  for  the  assault  and  many  circle  members  died  during  the  uprising.  valentine,  sensing  defeat,  fled  and  faked  his  own  death  —  and  the  death  of  his  son  —  so  that  they  wouldn’t  come  looking  for  him.   he  also  kept  stephen  herondale’s  son,  jace,  and  raised  him  as  his  own.

where  is  he  now?

valentine  is  pulled  from  a  post-uprising  world.  this  would  be  before  he  fakes  his  own  death  and  jace  is  sent  to  live  with  the  lightwoods.  

he’s  still  reeling  from  the  loss  of  his  parents,  of  his  wife,  and  his  own  failures  with  the  uprising.  that  said,  his  end  goals  are  still  the  same  —  he  just  doesn’t  know  about  a  lot  of  the  integral  moving  pieces.  yikes,  yikes,  yikes.  

( aria shahghasemi, 19, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, LANDON KIRBY who is from LEGACIES, SEASON 2. rumor has it they are a PHOENIX, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine THE CRACKLING OF FLAMES, HOODIES, & TIRED EYES AND HOPEFUL SMILES.  

landon  is  the  son  of  seylah  chelon  and  malivore.  his  mother  was  yeeted  into  the  pit  by  triad,  a  government  organization she  worked  for,  when  they  realized she  knew  too  much  about  what  they  were  up  to.  when  she  re-emerged  at  a  later  date,  she  was  pregnant.   an  immaculate  conception,  if  you  quote  alaric.  something  a  little  darker,  if  you  read  between  the  lines.   he  now  knows  all  of  this,  and  remembers  this  time,  and  he’s  kind  of  /  sort  of  found  ways  to  deal  with  it  but  it  still  weighs  on  him  sometimes.  

he  grew  up  in  the  foster  care  system  as  he  was abandoned  at  a  church  when  he  was  only  days  old.  though  babies  are  usually  adopted  out  relatively  quickly,  he  never  found  a  home  that  stuck  and  bounced  through  various  homes,  and  foster  families,  until  he  and  rafael  left  georgia  and  came  to  the  salvatore  school.

he  was  a  student  at  the  salvatore  school  prior  to  reprieve.  he’s  pulled  from  season  two,  meaning  that  he  has  discovered  his  powers.  he’s  pulled  from  the  end  of  season  two  but  before,  obviously,  rafael  could  stab  him  with  the  golden  arrow.  that’s  the  one  upside  to  reprieve.

i’m  also  going  to  expand  his  abilities  a  little  bc  canon...  hasn’t  given  us  much.  he  can  resurrect  from  death,  has  fire  wings,  can  levitate,  and  can  also  summon  fire  from  his  hands  and  throw  fireballs  if  he  focuses.  he’s  still  learning,  so  it’s  not  always  perfect,  but  he’s  trying.  

 since  arriving  in  reprieve,  approx.  2-3  months  ago,  he’s  been  staying  at  the  prestige  motel  in  the  echo  district.  the  owner,  edward  norton,  let  him  stay  there  rent-free  if  he  agreed  to  work  there.  having  a)  no  idea  how  he  got  there,  and  b)  no  way  to  get  home,  he  accepted  the  offer.  the  place  was  a  recent  acquisition,  won  by  norton  at  a  poker  game,  and  the  man  basically  threw  a  couple  black  cards  and  landon  and  left  him  to  figure  out  what  to  do  with  it  on  his  own.  he’s  an  eccentric  billionaire  who  lives  in  alpha,  so  as  long  as  the  motel  eventually  turns  a  profit  ?   he  doesn’t  care  what  happens  to  it.   though  completely  out  of  his  depth,  landon  has  enjoyed  prettying  the  place  up  and  throwing  himself  into  the  project  completely.  it  was  a  nice  distraction  from  the  horrible  reality  of  being  a  strange  face  in  a  strange  place.

personality  wise,  landon  is  pretty  reserved  around  people  he  doesn’t  know.   he  trusts  himself  and  his  gut  and  likes  to  think  he’s  a  pretty  good  judge  of  character.  though  it  isn’t  always  easy  for  him  to  warm  up  to  people.  when  he  does  —  they’ve  got  him  for  life.   he’s  fiercely  loyal  and  will  do  whatever  it  takes  to  protect  the  people  he  loves  and  cares  about.   he’s  resilient  and  puts  on  a  brave  face,  often  using  sarcasm  or  humor  as  defense  mechanisms.   he  does  have  some  abandonment  issues,  and  has  suffered  abuse  in  the  past  in  some  of  his  foster  situations,  but  again  he  somehow  always  finds  a  way  to  pull  himself  up  and  get  through  it  so  he  is  pretty  good  at  combating  adversity.

( paul wesley, 24/171+, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, STEFAN SALVATORE who is from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, SEASON 4.  rumor has it they are a VAMPIRE, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine FOUNTAIN PENS, A MOUNTAIN LION OUTSIDE OF ITS SAFE HAVEN & THE FIRST TOUCH OF FROST ON A WINTER BREEZE.

                                            HISTORY: in depth can be found here.

                                             PRESENT/RUNDOWN.

there’s a conversation on a drive to dump a body; he’s devastated but he’s conflicted because being happy for his brother matters too but he’s scared. new chapters are hard and daunting. he’s losing lexi for the second time and it sucks; there’s nothing worse than feeling alone but a job needs to be done before he can leave town. 

throwing silas where he wont be found is top priority until it isn’t: until silas is stood before him revealing the inevitable truth regarding his doppelganger line and he’s thrown in the quarry to drown...except he’s never found. he wakes up in reprieve one day, free of the confinement and shallow breaths. he’s angry but he’s not consumed by it...yet.

( phoebe tonkin, 21/22, she/her )  welcome to reprieve, HAYLEY MARSHALL-KENNER who is from THE ORIGINALS, SEASON 2.  rumor has it they are a HYBRID, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine WADING THROUGH MURKY WATERS, HALF-SMILES AND TIGHT EMBRACES, AND A WARRIOR WHO WOULD DIE TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE SHE LOVES.

I.

you’ve  always  felt  like  you  don’t  belong.  your  adoptive  parents  love  you  but  there’s  a  distance  between  you;  a  line  of  commonality  you  can’t  traverse.  you  belong  nowhere  so  you  try  to  belong  everywhere.  with  boys,  with  friends,  and  with  people  who  drop  you  just  as  quickly  as  they  flit  to  your  side.   there’s  an  accident,  you  shoulder  the  blame,  and  someone  dies.   it’s  an  accident.    but  the  curse  recognizes  no  accident;  it  strikes  you  between  your  shoulder  blades,  cracks  and  twists  your  bones  as  your  eyes  flash  yellow  and  claws  tear  into  the  fabric  of  your  couch  cushions.   the  last  image  you  see  of  your  home,  of  the  place  you  never  quite  belonged,  is  the  stark  reminder  as  the  door  slams  in  your  face.

from  now  on,  you’re  on  your  own. 

II.

you  never  stop  moving.   every  now  and  then  you  join  packs,  get  a  roof  over  your  head  for  a  few  days,  throw  in  a  hot  meal,  but  never  find  that  feeling.   you’re  always  searching  for  it,  wandering  and  searching  for  a  foundation  on  which  to  build  your  life.   he  who  wanders  isn’t  always  lost  but  you’re  starting  to  think  you  are.  

it’s  in  the  mountains  where  you  meet  him.   tyler  lockwood.  a  friend  of  a  friend  mentioned  him,  what  he  left  behind,  and  you  come  because  you’re  curious.  he’s  running  too,  leaving  behind  people  who  were  supposed  to  be  on  his  side,  stand  by  him,  and  you  find  kinship  in  each  other.   he  doesn’t  tell  you  the  entire  truth  but  you  trust  him.  enough.  you  think  maybe  you  could  love  him  but  he  becomes  family  instead;  you  don’t  regret  following  him  when  he  goes  home.   even  if  he  didn’t  exactly  ask  you  to.     

you  needed  him.  betraying  him  was  the  only  way  to  find  out  who  you  were.   who  you  are.   this  is  how  you  protect  him.   

you  give  the  professor  what  he  needs  and  he  tells  you  the  truth;   your  parents  are  dead.   your  family  is  gone.   you  have  no  one.   you  have  nothing.  

you  sleep  with  a  man  who  could  burn  your  world  to  the  ground.   unknowingly,  he  carves  you  out  a  new  path.

III.

you  go  to  new  orleans  in  search  of  the  truth.   instead  you  find  impossibilities,  a  pregnancy,  and  a  family  you  never  asked  for.   the  mikaelsons  don’t  love,  they  smother,  and  you  both  suffer  and  thrive  in  their  hands.   

your  daughter  is  ripped  from  your  womb.   you  bleed  out  as  her  father  screams,  vows  revenge,  and  the  last  sound  you  hear  is  her  cry.    hope  amongst  the  chaos.

though  your  chapter  has  ended,  the  book  is  far  from  over.   you  awake,  you  complete  your  transition,  and  you  become  a  hybrid.   your  daughter  has  saved  you  in  more  ways  than  one.   

you  find  out  about  your  family.   about  the  crescent  wolves,  about  the  curse  that  binds  them.   you  meet  jackson,   you  venture  into  the  bayou,  and  you  finally  feel  at  home.   you  finally  know  who  you  are.  

you  are  andrea  labonair.   but  you  are  also  hayley  marshall.   when  you  marry  jackson,  when  you  free  the  wolves  and  become  their  queen,   you  merge  your  two  worlds  and  finally  feel  like  things  are  falling  into  place.   

IV.

like  all  good  things,  it  comes  to  an  end.

when  you  arrive  in  reprieve,  you’re  on  your  own.   there’s  no  hope,  no  klaus,  no  elijah  —  no  one.   you’re  on  your  own.    

you  belonged  and  now  you  don’t.

you  ache  to  go  back  to  how  things  were.

( brett dalton, 32, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, DANIEL WARREN / LEVI STONE / FAMINE who is from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, SEASON 3.  rumor has it they are a HYBRID / HORSEMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BLOODY KNUCKLES HITTING A PUNCHING BAG, RED SKIES IN THE MORNING, AND STARING AT YOUR REFLECTION THROUGH A SPLINTERED MIRROR.

he’s from a tiny ass town outside of portland. grew up with an abusive alcoholic dad. you can imagine how that went.  he was always in trouble as a kid and getting into fights.  i feel like the cops were always at his house bc if it wasn’t him getting into trouble, it was his dad.  whenever his dad got arrested, he’d ghost and stay with friends so he wouldn’t have to get thrown into the system. he was already taking care of himself anyway, it was nothing new to be left alone for weeks at a time.  he was an angry kid; partially bc of his life, partially bc of the werewolf curse in his bloodline.  it was from his dad’s  side  but  his  dad  was  adopted  (  therefor,  his  adopted  parents  weren’t  werewolves  and  had  no  clue  about  the  supernatural  )  and  had  never  triggered  his  curse  so he had no fucking clue what fresh hell was about to be unleashed on him.

he triggered his curse at 15. he was a youngin. he  was, maybe wasted, and he and his best friend were fucking around on the docks.  they started fighting about something stupid and things turned physical and his friend died;  busted his head open on the side of the dock when he went over it and into the water.  daniel was so shocked he just watched him drown and didn’t do anything. he was paralyzed.  all he remembered after was the pain, how everything was changing and he didn’t know what to do about any of it.  when he turned that first full moon, he destroyed their trailer and killed his own father.  the guy probably deserved it but that was a lot of blood on his hands.  he ended up running away and hitchhiking to portland.  as far as the world knew, he was a runaway.  he wasn’t a suspect in his dad’s death bc, well, it looked like an animal attack.  anyone the police questioned would confirm the truth;  daniel was always on the move, you never knew where he’d go.  with no relatives to push the envelope, he slipped between the cracks.

it was after his second full moon, after he mauled a couple hikers, that the alpha from the portland pack found him.  he took him in, set him up with a trailer of his own, and helped him figure out how to control that rage simmering under the surface.  which he did, for the most part.  he started boxing,  got a job at the gym, paid his fucking taxes.  all that normal person stuff.   he even had a girlfriend, another one of the werewolves in the pack.  she didn’t have anyone either;  her parents weren’t around, no siblings, nothing.  she was someone it was easy to be around, to be this new, calmer, version of himself.  now they still fought, that anger never went away, but he always tried to contain it.  he was happy.  he didn’t want to lose everything.  they got married, maed their trailer a home, and were happy - relatively speaking. 

enter klaus mikaelson.  he blows into town, promises them the world, and then delivers.  for the first time he can control his shift;  he doesn’t have to.  he can be normal, can be whoever the fuck he wants to be.  except there’s rules .. obligations that they can’t shake.  suddenly they’re moving to virginia, carting around the guy’s family in coffins and providing him with security.  but he’s happy to do it...  isn’t he?  he owes the guy a debt.  he believes it too,  right until elijah mikaelson yanks his heart straight out of his chest.   he dies,  has to watch from the other side as life goes on without him.  watches as the love of his life breaks her sire bond, is murdered by klaus in an expression massacre.  they’re not reunited;  he never sees her again.  the veil falls but he has nowhere to go.  he looks for klaus and elijah,  wants his revenge, but never finds them before the other side is reinstated.   when it implodes later on,  he faces oblivion.  there’s no peace for someone with rage in their heart, revenge on their mind.  except when the veil falls, he doesn’t see the white light, or flames licking at his heels.  he’s in reprieve. 

LANDING IN REPRIEVE

he wakes up in reprieve. he’s nowhere near mystic falls, he’s no longer trapped on the other side, but  he’s also hungry.   he kills the  police officer that finds him, takes his i.d and decides to assume his identity.  he changes his hair color, compels the major players in the guys life, and becomes levi stone.  as far as he’s concerned, daniel warren is dead.  not that anyone in this town — in this time, apparently — would know him.  it’s the closest thing to a fresh start as he’ll ever get. 

though he has revenge on his mind, as far as he knows... there are no mikaelsons to be seen.  he’s just masquerading as levi stone, assuming his role as a police officer.  he also opened up his own gym, has a boxing ring and everything bc it helps him unwind.  he has a lot of anger in him and he keeps it contained by channelling it into revenge fantasies and productivity.  once he finds out that the mikaelsons are here however... all bets are off.

ENTER FAMINE

while  impersonating  levi  stone,  out  on  patrol,  he  encountered  a  strange  fog.  there  was  a  figure  in  the  distance,  though  he  couldn’t  make  them  out,  and  the  next  thing  he  knew  there  was  a  ring  on  his  finger  and  a  voice  in  his  head.  FAMINE.   the  horseman  of  the  apocalypse  had  been  brought  to reprieve,  sensing  the  disturbance  in  the  city,  and  needed  a  powerful  body  to  host  him.  levi,  as  a  hybrid,  was  the  perfect  vessel.  they  became  symbiotic:   levi  would  feed,  drown  himself  in  crimson  rivers  to  keep  the  horseman  well  fed,  and  famine  would  help  him  with  his  revenge  plans  and  promise  him  that  the  time  would  come  soon  enough. 

( adrianne palicki, 20, she/her )  welcome to reprieve, JESSICA MOORE who is from SUPERNATURAL, PILOT.  rumor has it they are a HUMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine THE SMELL OF COOKIES BAKING, CHERRY BLOSSOM PETALS FALLING IN THE PARK, SELF-CENSORED SWEAR WORDS, AND NOSTALGIC NINETIES CARTOONS.

While Jessica is a canon character, we actually know very little about her, even canonically. What we do know from the show can be found here

Jessica was born in Oak Ridge, TN, and lived there up until moving to Palo Alto to go to Stanford – but that’s a time period for later.

Growing up everything was, quite frankly, normal. Her middle class family owned their own home, with a white picket fence around the yard and a dog to play with. They were the kind of family that poses for stock photos that come in the picture frames that you buy at the store, all blonde-haired, blue-eyed with a son and daughter. Nothing bad happened growing up, aside from the typical arguing between a sister and her older brother, and even then it was all fairly tame. Life was pretty damn average, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Joshua went to college first, heading off to Brown, and three years later Jessica followed suit, though rather than heading for New York City, she’d set her own sights on California. Truthfully she wasn’t even totally sure when she left just what she would wind up studying, only sure that whatever she did in life she wanted to be helping people. Maybe it would be law, or medicine, or some kind of humanitarian work, but that end goal was the same in any of those fields - she just wanted to help.

One thing she hadn’t counted on in California? Brady introducing her to Sam Winchester. She fell hard, and she fell fast, and there was no going back. She admired him, and soon she was no longer thinking about things in terms of her own future, but their future. She was more than happy to bring him home to meet her family - aunts, uncles, cousins… Mom, Dad, Josh… It all just felt so right. Everything in her life was falling into place, and she was really beginning to see it all play out in front of her quite clearly. Their own house in a small town somewhere, with their own children and their dog all surrounded by that same white picket fence she’d grown up in herself…

And then Dean had shown up in the middle of the night, and there was another side to him that she’d never really anticipated, and with an interview only a couple of days away he was packing a bag and hopping into his brother’s car to take off looking for their father. Sure it raised questions, but more than anything it raised concern. These weren’t the kind of things she counted on coming from him, but he promised he would be back in time for the interview, and he’d never broken a promise to her before.

But then one minute she was pulling a batch of cookies out of the oven and quickly writing out a handwritten note (in case she was already asleep when he got back) and the next thing she knew she was somewhere else entirely, with absolutely no recollection of how she’d gotten there, or what she was there for.

( nina dobrev, 18, she/her ) welcome to reprieve, ELENA GILBERT who is from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, SEASON 3. rumor has it they are a HUMAN, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BULLET JOURNALS, TEAR STAINED PILLOWS and OLD WORN CONVERSE. 

hey,  hi,  hello,  it’s ya resident trash girl here,  essy.  back at it again with my favourite doppelganger,  who is both a pain in the ass but the most compassionate soul.  i’m pulling her after the kiss with damon at the motel in season three. episode nineteen to be exact.  so this girl is going to be in for a TIME.  she is of course, a canon character and i do not have the energy or time to explain everything about her because i’m too lazy for that which most of you know.  so read about her, here. 

HER BACKGROUND.  

elena gilbert is the adopted daughter of grayson and miranda gilbert,  although the fact that they aren’t her blood related parents is something unknown to her until season one of the vampire diaries. her childhood is relatively happy,  brought up seeing her dad as a doctor,  thus inspiring her to want to follow in his footsteps as an adult.  she falls in line as a sister to jeremy extremely easily,  and loves him unconditionally.  and they’re even somewhat close growing up.  she’s extremely loyal,  and compassionate and this is seen evident with her friends.  she would do absolutely anything for them,  sacrifice ANYTHING, and everything. 

her easy life of dating matt donovan,  being on the cheerleading squad and such is all foiled once she and her parents get into a car accident,  going over wickery bridge  ----  this,  resulting in the loss of them both and her living.  though it could be noted that things weren’t perfect before that,  not truly.  at least,  she wasn’t happy with matt,  and she felt there had to be more to life.  but things were about to change,  a full one eighty.  IT’S MYSTIC FALLS,  nothing bad happens here.  if she could remember saying those words,  she would definitely want someone to punch her in the face,  believing she jinxed it.  things are already difficult,  her brother turning to drugs to cope,  her ending her relationship with matt and spending more time with her journal than people.  maybe it was a comfort to just let feelings out and not have to live up to people and their expectations,  or to feel uncomfortable in their gazes,  and pity filled eyes.  IT HAD GOT CONSIDERABLY HARDER TO BREATHE.  

TVD.

and then things get so much worse  ----  or better,  depending on how you look at it.  the bombshells,  aka two supernatural brothers walk into her life.  and she falls in love,  albeit with them both,  though she hasn’t acknowledged that as of yet.  she doesn’t want to be like katherine,  doesn’t want to string people along,  and yet she’s already done that.  with stefan and damon comes a whole world of trouble,  more loss,  even the loss of her own life at the hands of an evil hybrid wanting to break a silly little curse that apparently she was the KEY for.  one of the biggest things is finding out that john gilbert,  her supposed uncle is her biological dad,  and that her history teacher’s presumed DEAD wife is her bio mom.  and then losing them too,  along with aunt jenna.  it’s safe to say that elena gilbert’s life is well and truly cursed with a grief so suffocating,  that she does suffer with a true fright of losing people.  

but with stefan,  she finally feels like she’s able to breathe,  like she has someone who gets it.  who knows everything going on,  and doesn’t expect too much of her.  someone always there to catch her when she falls.  and a lot of the time she does,  a lot of the times she’s the damsel in distress,  and she HATES it.  hates that people sacrifice for her.  this could be down to an overwhelming sense of survivors guilt,  from her parents,  and the endless list of others dying because of,  or related to her.  with stefan,  she gets to be FREE.  

...but it’s never that simple.  and things take a disastrous turn once stefan goes off with klaus,  leaving her with damon.  like he’d sold his soul to the devil.  and suddenly,  she has no one to depend upon.  only,  she does.  and damon surprises her,  challenges her,  and sneaks up on her and she’s left more conflicted than ever.  if there’s one thing she hated more than anything,  it was how katherine pierce had been the bomb threatening to explode the relationship between the brothers,  and now she felt the same.  even if she hadn’t acknowledged how she was feeling,  too scared to do so.  something wasn’t right.  there was a part of her that felt something for damon,  that felt protected by him,  and that she felt like he was edging slowly into her heart even after all the horrendous things he had done.  SHE HATED ALL OF IT.  because she was in control,  because she wanted these things,  and yet it was causing more of a cataclysmic effect than it was even possible to acknowledge. because she had given her heart to stefan,  always.  and now,  she was even more confused than ever.  because he wasn’t here.  and damon was.  and maybe that’s what she wanted. 

NOW. 

one minute she’s running back to the motel room after lighting her own match to her life after kissing damon,  after she’d WANTED to kiss him.  in a cheap motel in denver,  no less.  and it was everything she’d thought it would be,  like a fire so potent from the heights of passion that it engulfed her,  took her hostage and she’d never wanted to be set free.    running was easier than confronting what she had JUST done,  and what it meant,  and it’s as she’s opening the door and walking inside  -----  that she realises that it’s not the room she was SUPPOSED to sleep in.  in fact she had walked straight out of a random shop door,  into a street that she DID not recognise,  and oh she had tried to go back through said door,  only getting crazy looks from the people working in the supermarket.  

she didn’t know where she was,  or HOW she was there.  and the horrific sense of fight or flight had set in and knocked her well and truly into panic mode.  and she can’t help but think witches are at fault,  magic doing the unthinkable. 

there’s a worry for jeremy,  for her brother knowing that kol is out there,  and for damon and for herself.  there’s a worry over everything.  and yet,  the town has this unflinching ability to make her doubt EVERYTHING.  had she just made this up in her head? time will tell. 

( margot robbie, 28, she/her ) welcome to reprieve, VERONICA MOONEY. rumor has it they are a DEMON/WITCH, from REPRIEVE but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the DELTA district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine RAIN ON WINDOWS,ROSES AND BLACK AND WHITE CATS

Veronica was born and raised in reprieve, her father moving over from Ireland to chase the love of his life,her mother. They were together for a few years before they had her and a younger daughter two years later. 

However there was one big thing her mother forgot to tell her father, she was a demon. Even though he had been open about being a witch,she kept it a secret until their second daughter was born. By them Veronica already had her abilities but they put down what she did due to being unable to control as she was still only two.

It was the talk of powers that differed the parents,her mother wanting to embrace her demonic powers while her father taught her how to use her powers for good. This sadly caused the two to divorce,leaving Veronica’s father to raise his daughters.

Like he said, she grew up to use her powers for good,even though the pull of evil was strong,she would do her best to ignore it. She was very into extra curricular activities at school and after school,such as gymnastics and even drumming,the second being something her father suggested. 

She continued to control herself however something inside of her slipped out when she lost somebody important to her. She had been heading to her friends house when she walked in on a sight, her friend laying dead on the floor. She got so angry that she almost destroyed the house,but thankfully she was able to stop when she did.

She knew that she had to get out of town for a while,which her father agreed was best. So she did, heading off to college back in Ireland,studying music engineering. She felt more relaxed and herself,even getting to meet some of her fathers side of the family who she stayed with while in college.

A few years past and she went back home,feeling more calm and collected,getting her own apartment and a job as a bartender like she had when she was in college. She is still close to her sister and father,however, she hasn’t spoken to her mother in years. She still works to keep her demonic half in check even though the anger over the loss of her friend causes it to creep out every so often. 

Quick facts: 

She is bisexual.

Very caring and kind but also has a quick temper. 

Owns a black and white cat called Penguin 

Is known to be very loud.

Connections:

Ex: High school sweethearts but broke up after Veronica went to college,are still close friends.

Friends: Somebody who she has become friends with in the last year or so, can be from work or just from around.

Best Friend: Somebody she has known for years,since she was really young and can talk to about anything.

( alberto rosende, 18, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, SIMON LEWIS who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, SEASON 2.  rumor has it they are a VAMPIRE/DAYLIGHTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine ACCOUNTING TEXTBOOKS WITH SONG LYRICS SCRIBBLED INTO THE MARGINS, SIPPING BLOOD FROM CAPRI SUN POUCHES, AND WEARING YOUR HEART NOT ON YOUR SLEEVE BUT ETCHED INTO YOUR VISAGE; EXPOSED FOR ALL TO SEE.

i.

simon’s  the  youngest  of  two  children.  his  older  sister,  rebecca,  has  two  years  on  him,  and  his  parents  were  high  school  sweethearts  turned  life  partners.  things  were  good.  great,  even.  he  had  a  great  family,  a  best  friend  who  lived  a  throwing  distance  away  in  clary,  and  a  grandmother  who  was  suffocatingly  sweet  in  how  she  loved  them.   everything  was  perfect.

perfect,  however,  can  never  last  forever.

his  father,  levi,  is  sick  most  of  his  life.  but  he’s  the  healthy  kind  of  sick  —  the  kind  of  sick  you  almost  forget  about  because  it’s  always  been  part  of  your  story.  when  he  has  a  heart  attack,  shortly  after  simon’s  14th  birthday,  his  death  is  a  shock.  no  one  saw  it  coming. 

his  mother  starts  drinking.  his  sister’s  16,  buries  herself  in  her  relationship,  and  simon  does  his  best  to  pick  up  the  slack.   it’s  a  rough  few  years  but  eventually  his  mom  cleans  up,  gets  her  30  day  chip,  and  then  a  year,  and  things  almost  feel  normal  again.   or  at  least,  less  like  they’re  teetering  on  the  edge  of  chaos. 

if  he  makes  safe  choices,  doesn’t  rock  the  boat,  it’s  because  he’s  been  paddling  alone  all  his  life.   he  doesn’t  know  what  happens  when  he  stops.

ii.

he’s  18  when  he  finds  out  that  all  of  the  legends  are  true.   some  that  he  hasn’t  even  heard  of.   demons,  vampires,  werewolves,  faeries  —  all  true.   except  instead  of  van  helsing  doing  the  hunting  they’re  called  shadowhunters  and  clary,  his  clary,  is  one  of  them.   his  best  friend.   he’s  worried  —  for  her  safety,  what  these  revelations  mean,  and  if  maybe  they’ve  all  entered  some  kind  of  trippy  twilight  zone  —  when  being  in  the  right  place  at  the  wrong  time  gets  him  pulled  into  their  world.

correction:  his  world  now.  

camille  belcourt  feeds  him  her  blood  which  leads  to  hallucinations;  fear  that  he’s  becoming  a  vampire.  in  search  of  answers  he  turns  back  up  at  the  dumort,  only  to  walk  straight  into  his  own  death.   instead  of  staying  dead  forever,  raphael  gives  clary  the  choice  and  she  chooses  life;   or  at  least,  the  undead  version.

he  becomes  a  vampire. he  chokes  on  the  names  of  his  god. he  wonders  if  it  was  the  right  choice.

iii.

being  a  vampire?  not  all  it’s  cracked  up  to  be.  as  a  vegetarian,  simon  takes  great  offence  to  drinking  blood.  he  drinks  enough  to  get  by,  though  sometimes  has  a  tendency  to  starve  himself  until  he’s  desperate.  he  doesn’t  like  being  a  vampire,  though  he  has  come  to  appreciate  some  of  the  perks. 

it  also  helps  that  after  drinking  jace’s  blood,  he’s  a  daylighter.  no  more  hiding  in  the  shadows  for  this  vamp.  

after  years  of  being  clary’s  best  friend,  of  treading  carefully  in  the  friendzone,  something  sparked  between  them.   they  kissed  and  decided  to  give  things  a  try.  

so  of  course,  it  only  makes  sense  that  that’s  the  moment  he  gets  portaled  into  some  alternate  dimension  where  all  of  his  friends  are  gone. 

he  takes  up  residence  in  a  vacant  mini-home  on  some  lot  in  echo.  houses  for  the  displaced  are  popping  up  everywhere,  taking  advantage  of  the  newcomers’  desperation,  but  he  figures  squatting  until  he  can  figure  out  how  to  get  home  is  better  than  trying  to  navigate  home  loans  in  what  he  isn’t  convinced  isn’t  some   advanced  version  of  the  sims.  or  worse.  

he’s  been  around  reprieve  for  a  few  weeks  so  assuming  connections  is  fine  by  me!  

( elizabeth gillies, 19/unknown, she/her ) welcome to san francisco, ELIZA CERRATO/PESTILENCE. rumor has it they are a HORSEMAN, from REPRIEVE, but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the BETA district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine FRESH TATTOOS, BLOODSTAINED SKIN & HURRICANES.

                                                        NAME: eliza cerrato.

                                                NICKNAMES: e, cerrato & bitch.

                                                        GENDER: cisfemale.

                     ROMANTIC & SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual/panromantic.                                                                   AGE: 19. 

                                      BIRTHDAY: 27th of december ( sagittarius ). 

                                                             HEIGHT: 5’ 7”.

                                             OCCUPATION/STATUS: student.

        ETHNICITY: caucasian with some italian ( subject to change should she body jump ). 

       HAIR COLOUR/LENGTH: brown, medium to long dependent on the time of the year. 

                                                   EYE COLOUR: blue-green.

   PHYSICAL BUILD: slim, some muscle but not over built or appearing to have the strength she does. 

                                              SPECIES: horseman ( pestilence ).

         POSITIVE TRAITS: motivated, outgoing, observant ( photographic memory ) & intelligent. 

   NEGATIVE TRAITS: cynical, evasive, aggressive, stoic ( doesn’t often show her emotions ) & impulsive.

                                               FEARS: confinement & fires. 

                                                            PERSONALITY

She’s callous and absolute, tends to be blunt or doesn’t care enough due to some self oppressed need to believe that nothing lasts and she’s going to lose whatever she has at the time. She’s kind beneath it all and loyal to the people she loves the most; something that speaks far more for who she is than the wall she puts up due to her years in the foster system and a few bad run ins when she was on the streets. She’s a tough cookie because that’s what she had to become to survive: she couldn’t be the naive little girl who kept getting fucked over. 

                                                            BIO

                                      tw mentions of: alcohol abuse & drug abuse

        RELATIVES: alexandra domer ( mother - werewolf ) & nathan oliver ( father - human ), apollo oliver ( half brother - witch via his mother ). 

So young eliza grew up in boston, her mother attempting the single parenting route and her father had left far before she was even aware of who he was. Her mother did her best for the first five years but addiction is sadly a cruel disease and in the end having a child became too much for her. So eliza ended up in the system at five, moving from foster home to foster home never quite settling because she felt lost and angry but back then she had too much trust that people cared. 

Her longest foster home was with the troubadour family, kind bunch but strict. From the humble age of ten up until 15 she had a family, not the perfect one but one where she got to understand normality and what it was to have a father. Of course at some point the aggression that is a part of the werewolf curse beat her ass; she became a troublesome teen, almost burnt down the family home only to find herself with a fear of the confinement fire offered. They demanded punishment but the only punishment that would slowly approach was entering a foster system that wasn’t kind to girls her age. So she ran. 

The streets weren’t nice and she kept to herself for a year, barely getting by. It was a fight over money she’d worked hard to collect that left her with a triggered curse: a push too far that ended in murder and more running. She was terrified and naive enough to fall into the hands of anyone that needed someone like her. She thought she found a safe place, met a member of a pack that offered refuge. It was more cult than pack; it ran primarily to get money for the group, give to the group and get safety in return. She wouldn’t have left it and would’ve certainly remained there if it wasn’t for a saving grace, a passer by who happened to understand her and want to help ( he was also smart enough to not fall into naive choices ). He became an older brother figure, even within her struggle and anger...the walls she’d put up. He was sort of an anchor so to speak. He kept her safe until she was old enough to cope and then kept his distance as to not be overbearing. 

                                           PRESENT - RUNDOWN

she found herself at the salvatore boarding school for a while, making friends with a select group of chaotics who seem to understand her. she was originally a werewolf but due to her involvement with gang business ( via the chaos of friends and their families ), she found herself in survival mode and in the body of a horseman. hence the present chapter in her journey, bringing her to reprieve. 

( brett dalton, 40, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, VALENTINE MORGENSTERN who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, SEASON 2. rumor has it they are a SHADOWHUNTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine CONVICTIONS STRONGER THAN IRON, BLOODSTAINED HANDS, AND EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES BY PANIC AT THE DISCO. 

previously  on  shadowhunters:  

valentine  was  one  of  the  clave’s  best  and  brightest  shadowhunters  in  his  youth.  his  whole  family  were  legacies;   the  bravest  and  the  best,  each  generation  trained  ruthlessly  to  ensure  they  could  handle  themselves  in  combat.  this  led  valentine  to  both  love  and  despise  his  father.   he  resented  his  unforgiving  spirit,  how  hard  he  could  sometimes  be  on  him,  but  knew  that  he  made  him  a  better  fighter.  

while  attending  the  shadowhunter  academy  in  idris,  near  alicante  where  he  was  born  and  raised,  he  formed  an  organization  called  the  circle.  initially,  the  circle  was  founded  to  protest  the  antiquated  views  of  the  clave  and  the  consul.  they  were  young  voices,  all  ambitious  and  hungry,  and  longed  for  a  world  where  they  could  be  better  than  the  generation  before.   they  wanted  to  reform  the  downworld  —  and  the  accords  —  and  forge  a  new  and  better  world.   everything  changed,  however,  after  valentine’s  father  was  murdered  on  what  should  have  been  a  routine  werewolf  den  inspection.   his  mother,  shortly  after,  died  of  a  heart  attack.   grief,  valentine  would  say  to  anyone  who  would  listen.  grief  was  killed  her.  a  broken  heart.   their  deaths  changed  something  in  valentine.  he  hardened,  his  views  becoming  more  radical,  and  his  desire  to  reform  the  downworld  turned  to  a  hatred  for  all  downworlders.  he  saw  them  all  as  demons,  as  creatures  that  masquerade  as  humans,  and  if  they  couldn’t  be  controlled  they  needed  to  be  eradicated.    

as  the  circle  began  to  grow  in  power,  valentine  started  experimenting.  first,  on  himself,  and  then  later  on  his  unborn  children.  when  injecting  himself  with  demon  blood,  or  angel  blood,  he  saw  temporary  changes  to  his  strength,  powers,   etc,  but  because  he  was  an  adult  they  never  lasted.    he  figured  that  if  he  experimented  on  a  child  before  their  birth,  he’d  have  a  better  chance  of  bringing  about  the  strongest  generation  of  shadowhunters.   he  married  jocelyn  and  fed  her  demon  blood  while  she  was  pregnant.   he  did  a  similar  test  with  stephen  herondale’s  wife  celine,  with  angel  blood,  from  the  angel  ithuriel  that  he  had  bound  and  held  captive  in  the  cellar  of  their  house.  he  also  did  some  other  questionable  things  around  this  time.  when  lucien  turned  on  him,  his  parabatai,  he  put  him  in  a  position  where  he  was  bitten  by  a  werewolf.   they  fought  and  he  told  lucien  if  he  had  any  honor,  he  would  kill  himself.   he  didn’t  stick  around  long  enough  to  figure  out  what  decision  he’d  made.  as  his  parabatai  rune  faded  away,  inflicting  a  pain  worse  than  death  upon  him,  he  barely  felt  it;   his  humanity  was  so  far  removed,  it  was  like  he  couldn’t  feel  things  like  pain,  or  love,  anymore.    or  so  he  liked  to  think.

shortly  after  this,  the  uprising  was  planned.  the  circle  would  attack  accords  hall  when  the  accords  were  to  be  signed,  killing  all  of  the  downworlders  inside.  poised  for  peace,  none  of  them  would  be  prepared;  it’d  be  a  slaughter.   jocelyn,  disillusioned  by  valentine  at  this  point,  conspired  with  downworlders  to  put  a  stop  to  his  plan.  as  a  result,  they  were  prepared  for  the  assault  and  many  circle  members  died  during  the  uprising.  valentine,  sensing  defeat,  fled  and  faked  his  own  death  —  and  the  death  of  his  son  —  so  that  they  wouldn’t  come  looking  for  him.   he  also  kept  stephen  herondale’s  son,  jace,  and  raised  him  as  his  own  until  he  was  10.    

valentine  raised  his  own  son,  jonathan,  and  stephen’s  son  —  also  jonathan  —  and�� compared  them.   he’d  experimented  on  one  with  angel  blood  and  the  other  with  demon  blood,  so  he  was  monitoring  their  progress  and  training  them  to  be  the  perfect  soldiers.  jace  was  too  weak,  despite  his  efforts  to  make  him  strong  and  sever  his  emotional  ties,  and  jonathan  was  too  violent.   neither  was  quite  right.   shortly  after  jace’s  tenth  birthday,  when  he  was  on  the  verge  of  discovery,  he  faked  his  own  death  again  and  jace  was  sent  to  live  with  the  lightwoods.  he  knew  maryse,  one  of  his  most  loyal  followers,  would  take  care  of  him.  

shadowhunters  season  one  &  two

18  years  after  valentine  went  into  hiding,  he’s  just  about  ready  to  make  his  comeback.   one  of  his  circle  members  spots  clary  going  into  a  club  which  is  his  first  lead  to  jocelyn  and  the  mortal  cup.   he  needs  the  mortal  instruments  so  that  he  can  make  his  own  army  of  shadowhunters  to  overthrow  the  clave.

long  story  short,  he  finds  clary,  gets  the  cup,  and  convinces  jace  to  go  with  him  in  order  to  save  his  friends.   sue  him,  the  kid’s  useful  —  with  a  little  needling,  he’s  sure  he  can  turn  him.   in  the  end  clary  rescues  him  and  he  loses  them  both  but  it’s  a  temporary  setback.   especially  once  he  tells  jace  he  has  demon  blood  and  that  clary’s  his  sister.   yes,  he  lied  to  manipulate  them.   he’s  not  in  the  running  for  father  of  the  year.  

the  clave,  as  predicted,  throw  jace  into  the  city  of  the  bones  when  he  returns,  they  wrongfully  assume  he’s  a  traitor,  that  he’s  siding  with  his  father,  and  valentine  uses  the  distraction  to  steal  the  soul  sword.   by  the  end  of  the  first  half  of  the  season,  he  manipulates  jace  into  activating  the  soul  sword  and  kills  a  room  filled  with  downworlders.   the  uprising  finally  comes  to  fruition.   he  leaves  with  the  soul  sword  but  gets  stopped  by  clary  who  nullifies  it.  

where  is  he  now?

the  portal  shows  up  moments  later.   he  steps  through  with  the  nullified  sword  and  the  cup,  one  mortal  instrument  short  of  the  set.   

he’s  not  too  concerned  with  the  fact  that  he’s  in  the  future.  he  has  the  mortal  instruments,  he’s  working  on  creating  more  shadowhunters  —  though,  admittedly,  they’re  not  turning  out  so  hot  these  days  —  and  amassing  his  army  for  when  the  time  comes.   clave  or  no  clave  in  this  new  world,  he  knows  the  list  of  his  enemies  is  a  mile  long.   once  he  finds  out  that  his  children  are  here  —  and  that  some  of  them  might  not  know what  he’s  done  yet  —  will  give  him  the  perfect  opportunity  to  turn  them  towards  his  favor.  

( jared padalecki, 35ish, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, SAM WINCHESTER who is from SUPERNATURAL, SEASON 14.  rumor has it they are a HUNTER/SPECIAL CHILD, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine PLAID SHIRTS, DARK CIRCLES FROM SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, AND SECRETS BURIED IN LIES.

given  that  sam’s  a  canon  character  from  supernatural,  i’m  not  going  to  go  super  in-depth  on  his  background.  you  can  read  about  it  here.  

basically  from  a  young  age,  sam  was  resistant  to  the  life  the  winchesters  lived.  he  didn’t  want  to  be  a  hunter  —  he  longed  to  be  normal,  to  have  your  typical  apple  pie  life,  and  he  left  hunting  behind  to  do  just  that.   he  went  to  stanford,  took  the  LSATS,  and  was  going  to  law  school.   throw  in  probably  marrying  his  college  girlfriend,  maybe  having  a  couple  kids,  and  he  knew  exactly  how  his  life  would  play  out.

   that  is,  until  dean  crashed  through  his  window  and  said  their  father  was  missing.   he  allows  himself  to  get  dragged  back  into  a  world  he  thought  he’d  left  behind,  willfully  ignorant  to  the  visions  he’d  been  having.     when  he  finally  gets  back  to  stanford,  his  girlfriend  dies  at  the  hands  of  the  very  creature  that  killed  their  mother  20  years  earlier.

                                              the  rest,  as  they  say,  is  history.                             saving  people,  hunting  things;  the  family  business.

but  it’s  not  just  monsters  that  go  bump  in  the  night.   there’s  demons,  angels,  even  the  big  man  himself,  and  in  the  end  it’s  all  just  some  cosmic  joke.   god’s  a  puppet  master  with  too  much  free  time  on  his  hands  and  he  makes  them  suffer.   they  suffer,  they  lose,  and  in  the  last  stand  against  him  they  lose  again.  one  last  time.     the  end.

(  this  is  au  post  s14.  i  diverged  a  little  and  ruined  his  life  bc  i’m  the  worst.  )

except  it  isn’t.    he’s  in  purgatory,  trapped  with  no  visible  way  out;  one  last  game  chuck  plays  with  him.   when  he  manages  to  get  out,  he’s  the  sole  survivor.   jack,  cas,  dean,  they’re  all  dead.    he  starts  over.       so  he  does  what  he  knows;    he  saves  people,  hunts  things.  it’s  shortly  after  that  he  meets  another  hunter  and  her  family.  while  he  was  planning  on  going  it  alone,  keeping  to  himself  and  just  focusing  on  the  work,  something  about  her  endeared  him  and  they  started  working  jobs  together.   they  hunted,  fell  in  love,  and  were  y’know  relatively  happy  for  4  years.  they  even  decided  to  get  married,  though  they  never  did  make  it  down  the  aisle  after  saying  i  do.  papers  signed,  but  no  happy  ending.  an  enemy  of  the  winchesters  grabbed  sam,  carving  out  his  anti-possession  tattoo  mid-ceremony.  he  was  possessed  by  a  demon  who  was  working  with  their  enemy,  forced  to  watch  himself  kill  friends  and  people  he  considered  family.   he  was  powerless  to  stop  them.   when  his  wife  came  face  to  face  with  him,  standing  among  the  corpses  of  their  friends,  he’d  hoped  she’d  put  an  end  to  their  suffering.   that  was  the  rule;  if  something  ever  happened,  they  weren’t  to  hesitate  but  to shoot  first,  ask  questions  later.   she  didn’t  though,  and  he  got  away.  as  far  as  he  knew,  she  was  dead;  murdered  by  his  hand.  

     everything’s  blurry  after  that.   one  minute  it’s  2030,  and  the  next  he’s  back  in  2020  and  in  a  city  he’s  not  sure  every  existed.  he’s  certainly  never  heard  of  it.  maybe  it’s a  blessing,  getting  those  missed  years  back,  or  some  kind  of  ‘groundhogs  day’  esque  curse  —  or  trap  —  that  he’s  playing  straight  into.  

SO WHAT NOW?

    his  memories  of  his  time  possessed  are  patchy,  and  some  of  it  is  just  straight  up  inaccurate  bc  he  had  his  memories  /  awareness  fucked  with  by  the  demon.   it’s  why  he  thinks  his wife’s  dead  even  though  he  didn’t  actually  do  it.   he’s  also  now  starting  to  experience  some  of  the…  side  effects  of  not  being  on  his  demon  blood  shit.  because,  ofc,  the  demon  wanted  to  be  powerful  and  was  guzzling  it  like  you  wouldn’t  believe.  soon,  he’s  going  to  be  experiencing  worse  than  a  few  hallucinations.  given  how  much  he  ingested,  if  he  doesn’t  get  back  on  his  shit  —  it  might  kill  him.

( ben barnes, 27/178, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, DAMON SALVATORE who is from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, SEASON 3.  rumor has it they are a VAMPIRE, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BARBED INSULTS DRIPPING IN BOURBON, DARK COLORED V-NECKS, AND A SUPERNOVA JUST BEFORE IT BECOMES A BLACK HOLE.

hey  there,  hi  there,  ho  there  !!  it’s  ya  girl  c,  back  at  it  again  with  your  resident  trash  vampire  damon  salvatore.  i’m  pulling  him  from  somewhere  in  the  middle  of  season  three  but  the  where’s  and  why’s  aren’t  that  important.  long  story  short,  damon’s  a  canon  character,  so  you  can  read  more  about  him  here. 

IN  THE  BEGINNING.

you’re  the  last  line  of  defense  between  your  father  and  your  younger  brother.   when  he  acts  out,  or  break  things,  you  take  responsibility.   you  take  the  hits  so  he  won’t  have  to.   he  doesn’t  see  it  for  what  it  is  —  none  of  them  do.  you’re  young  when  you  lose  your  mother.   you  can’t  manage  to  sum  up  the  parts  of  her  life,  deliver  a  eulogy  to  the  masses,  and  once  again  you  let  down  the  family.    disappointment,  you  hear  them  whisper.   the  whispers  grow  louder  when  you  defect  from  the  army,  return  home  and  find  yourself  seeking  love  and  compassion  from  anyone  willing  to  offer  it.   never  for  keeps  though,  not  until  her.

katherine  pierce  is  everything  you’ve  ever  dreamed  of.   she  makes  you  laugh,  sees  you  imagining  an  exciting  future,  one  far  away  from  the  south,  and  you  let  yourself  dream.   until  those  dreams  are  dashed,  like  a  pin  pricking  a  balloon,  and  they  take  her  away.   you  try  to  save  her  but  you’re  no  hero.   two  shots  from  your  father’s  gun  and  you’re  still.   your  brother,  too.  death  comes  for  you.    except  it  doesn’t.

you  wake  up  in  transition.  with  katherine  gone,  you  decide  the  promise  of  immortality  isn’t  worth  the  price  you’ll  pay.   your  brother  disagrees;   this  choice,  he  makes  for  you.   you’ll  hold  it  against  him  for  over  a  century.   you  can’t  forgive  the  creator  that  made  you  the  monster  you  became.

THE  VAMPIRE  DIARIES.

you  come  to  town  for  katherine  but  you  stay  for  stefan.  you  love  her,  she  loves  him.  it   stings,  but  you  stay.   or  maybe  it’s  for  elena.  you  slip  into  old  patterns  like  nothing  has  changed.   your  brother’s  girl  isn’t  your  girl,  but  you  wish  she  was.   in  the  end  it’s  stefan.  it’s  always  stefan,  and  you  learn  to  live  with  the  fractured  pieces  of  your  heart.   you  tell  yourself  you  don’t  have  one,  that  you  can’t  be  hurt,  and  even  you  believe  your  own  lies.   

in  the  end,  a  liar  is  only  as  good  as  their  performance  and  darling,  you’re  receiving  a  standing  ovation.  

NOW.

you  don’t  wake  up.   one  minute  you’re  talking  to  a  familiar  face  and  in  the  next,  you’re  staring  up  at  a  waning  moon.   you  realize  quickly  you’re  not  in  mystic  falls,  not  anymore,  but  where  you  are  isn’t  as  important  as  when.

it’s  2020.

yesterday,  it  was  2011.

nine  years  of  your  life  unaccounted  for.   the  memories  are  gone,  or  perhaps  they  never  existed.   the  longer  you  stay  in  reprieve,  the  more  uncertain  you  become.