"It’s amazing what storms our faces can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface."
✗ Basic Information ;
- Age → 22
- Skill → Technology Proficiency
- Occupation → IT Worker
- Roommate(s) → Lives with Candice Humphrey.
- Residency Status → Resident, 13 years.
✗ Personality ;
+ Versatile, cunning, daring, wily.
- Tactless, cynical, arrogant, callous.
✗ History ;
The moment the clock chimed one thirty-three, screams were heard resonating from the hospital room of Maya Humphrey; after all, it was the day Pierce Humphrey came into the world—and a bright and joyful day for everyone in the family it was. Healthy and full of life, the young babbling Irish-lad was immediately showered with love and care ever since he was washed of his mother’s blood and placed in the arms of the same woman. It was known for a while that Mrs. Humphrey, supposedly, was unable to have children. So that day when Pierce was born—and thirty minutes later his twin sister, Candice—friends and family rejoiced around the world for the healthy and powerful children the Humphrey’s had born. One a witch, the other a perfect baby boy. Despite the hardships that came with the separation of the brother and sister, the Humphrey’s were determined to make the best of everything God had given them, even though it had led to showering their boy with everything he needed and wanted—and occasionally neglecting the second child they had bared. It wasn’t that their parents didn’t love their little girl; it was simply that she was away at school learning how to practice her magic. Everyone was happy. The Humphrey’s had their children, Pierce could obtain a normal life, and Candice could run around with reckless children that were similar to her stature and ability. Pierce had always felt protective over his little sister, feeling as if he had an obligation to take care of even if he was only thirty minutes older than she was, and it was no surprise that the two twins were close. If you asked anyone, whenever the two were around each other they were attached to the hip. Happy, bubbling, and full of life.
Then the diagnosis hit. Pierce had only been seven years old when the doctors diagnosed him with multiple myeloma, a deadly cancer of the plasma cells within one’s blood. Everything about the Humphrey’s life was turned upside down when the news came down, their happiness being drained away with a few simple words. There wasn’t a cure, just a treatment, and despite this knowledge, the Humphrey’s were always hopeful. In an instant, Pierce was subjected to rounds upon rounds of chemotherapy and drugs, his parents having to take up more hours at work or gain another job just so that they could handle the bills that were needed to pay for his medical care. Since the age of seven, Pierce had seen more of inside the hospital than he had within his own home. He was surrounded with sick kids just like him and couldn’t leave to see his sister whenever he wanted, his parents fearing what would happen if he left and didn’t get all the drugs he needed exactly when he needed them. The only good thing about it all was that the doctor’s had caught the cancer early on enough that they were confidant enough that they could continue maintaining its size even though logistics threatened differently so. Hope refilled Pierce’s life and the life of his family; hope that even if it couldn’t be cured, constant treatment would help him into remission. Even Pierce, who had become so cynical, so rude upon the knowledge of his condition, had found a better light to live within.
It wasn’t until the death of his parents when Pierce and Candice were nine years old that he fully started to accept the fact that his family was cursed. First, his mother was unable to bear children. Next, when she finally did, one gained cancer—a malignant cancer. Then, finally, when hope seemed to return to their lives, Pierce lost his mother and father. After their funeral, it wasn’t long until Pierce was moved into the Coven, living with one of the other humans within its walls, Martin Reyes. There, Pierce grew up in anger. He tinkered around with technology, having a strange knack for taking things apart or hacking into the computer system, and found himself diving into drugs. Nothing mattered to him much anymore. His family was cursed and it was better if he simply accepted it. He wasn’t going to heal, no matter how hard his sister worked to find a cure, and he certainly wasn’t going to get his parents back. He didn’t care about the endless doctor appointments he had to attend or how many years he had left to live. All he cared about was keeping an eye on his, seemingly, masochistic sister and living life the best he could. Smoke some weed? Sure. Get wasted and pass out in the graveyard? That was a common activity on the weekend. Eat a couple of ‘shrooms or snort a line of cocaine? As long as it took the pain and the edge away, Pierce was willing to do it. He wasn’t suicidal and he wanted to live—he never missed an appointment and he made sure he took his drugs as often as he could. But as far as everyone at the Coven was concerned, he was just another twin brother living with his sister. He wasn’t sick. He wasn’t ‘cancer.’ He was just Pierce. And as far as he was concerned, he wanted to be ‘Just Pierce’ for as long as he possibly could. The cancer didn’t define him—and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let it kill him. There were plenty of other ways to do that.
✗ Connections ;
Candice. After the news of the cancer became apparent, it seemed as if their personalities had changed. Candice’s recklessness and troublemaking skills were transferred over to Pierce while Pierce’s calmness and motivation to work and do things right transferred over to Candice. Despite the appearance Pierce put up about not really caring for his sister, everyone knew that he cared very deeply about her. It didn’t matter that he didn’t have any magical powers on his side. He was willing to throw a punch or throw a pan at anyone who dare threaten or hurt his little sister, using any means he could to show that he would continually stand up for her in any way possible. She was all he had left and she was the only other person aside from the the head council (or whoever ran the Coven, Pierce didn’t care) who knew about his cancer. He admired his little sister, even though he knew she held some animosity toward him. He hated that his parents neglected her as much as they did and wishes he could change it, but as always, Pierce chose not to reflect on the past, but find what waited in the future. So, the two worked in mutual harmony. While Candice studied and practiced hard at the Craft and searched for a cure, Pierce continued to cause trouble around the Coven. He kept out of her way, and she out of his. A part of him longs for how things used to be between them, but Pierce also knows its mostly his fault for the way they are now. For that, he might never forgive himself—unless he finds a way and the motivation to fix it.
Strangely enough, Pierce and Martin seemed to connect. They weren’t sure whether it was because they had similar personalities or the fact they were the male half of a twin pairing, but whatever the reason they seemed to just…click. Pierce and him were two peas in a pod—if you even wanted to put it that way. Constantly, the two would cause trouble. They were either getting high off some drug or destroying property within the Coven, disaster and wrecks left in their wake. And they could get away with it too. Pierce, being fatally sick and having nowhere else to go, and Martin… Well, given the apparent past of the Reyes it was no surprise that the Coven didn’t want to let him out into the world. The two fit and in a way, they were each other’s only true friend. That wasn’t to say they didn’t get into their own fights, but whatever happened, Pierce kept Martin around because he knew Martin wouldn’t question anything. Martin didn’t care about Pierce’s past or his present, and it was that disinterest that made Pierce know very well that the two would be good friends. And as long as Pierce kept himself…calm around Martin’s sister, he was sure the duo would be fine.
His face claim is Dylan O'Brien and he is currently open.
Hi dearie! As far as I’m concerned, and Admin O is free to correct me, we will be waiting to open until the first batch out. We want to make sure everyone has their chance at auditioning for a character! We wouldn’t want anything to be unfair, but we’re hard at work on bios so I’m sure these will come out fairly soon!
To help you guys find characters easily and to also keep you guys updated on which characters/face claims are currently being worked on, we added a directory page just for that! Though everything’s pretty self-explanatory, feel free to message us with any questions/concerns you might have regarding the page.
Wow, really? The coincidences never seem to stop with you, little gray.
They can be of any race due to the fact that they, much like shape-shifters, change their appearance quite often to match those around them from time to time.
Hiya! I’m Admin N, or Nirali, and I’m the new co-admin for this roleplay! I’m really excited to be here and help out with stuff. And…yeah, that’s basically it. I can’t wait to get started!
"Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth."
✗ Basic Information ;
- Age → Appears 30, 371 years old
- Hierarchy → Common
- Occupation → None
- Roommate(s) → Lives with Seraphiel
- Residency Status → New to the Coven
✗ Personality ;
+ Diligent, faithful, sympathetic, ambitious.
- Insecure, persistent, dogmatic, truculent.
✗ History ;
Be an angel, humans would say to one another when they want or are in need of something. Just be an angel and hand that to me or you be an angel while I’m gone, okay? They meant it in a good way; they meant be nice and kind and gentle, be a darling, a doll. They are idiots. But then, that was generally true of humanity. Many have done little to no study on the subject of angels, because mythological creatures were actually cultural memories of their own inner demons. But in reality angels, in their true form, could bring down the fury of heaven upon you or destroy your soul with a glance. Angels could be for evil as well as for good, and whether you chose to fear them or to worship them it was best to do so from afar. Angels are so beautiful and so terrible that the first thing they have to say when they meet a mortal is, Be not afraid. Angels don’t have to acknowledge you, after all. Angels only have to exist, in all their splendor, all their seductive purity. And if you fall, you have only yourself to blame.
Dominated by the moon and reigned by the Divines above, the young angel Muriel is the exception to such myths. A quiet soul, she was made with the hopes of a better future for humanity, to guide lost souls into her Father’s realm. Fairly young compared to her equals, Muriel exists only to please her maker and aside for her perfect purity, she brings great promise to Heaven and to those who have watched her blossom as God’s loyal servant. But the human realm has left the naive angel extremely worried for the past two hundred years. From afar she has watched tainted souls fall into the hands of evil without the knowledge of a better future. And while she has requested numerous times to be sent below and help purify those who have sinned against His word, her Garrison, led by a fellow angel known as Seraphiel, will be traveling to the human realm to help their Father’s mission in a matter of days. Immensely pleased, Muriel knows this will be her shot to prove herself to those who have watched her grow.
Deeply scared of rejection, she often wonders if she’ll be of use to the His cause. And with a corrupted corner such as The Coven, she knows this will be the biggest challenge she will face in her whole existence. She sees the people residing there as cursed, conquered by darkness, and inevitably bound to Hell. Part of the angel is a little irritated at the mere existence of them and is sadden by the fact that the Lord remained to let it stir the souls of the Earth, but the other part, although unrecognized to her yet, has ecstatic with upcoming events of their trip. A glimmer of hope grows inside of her, but is tainted, thoughts of conquering the town now plaguing her once vague mind. But the thoughts aren’t of malice or mischief, but come from the kindest corner of her being. The stubborn desire to make the town better and holier for those residing inside of it, however, may just be what taint the angel’s pure heart. Regardless, she has found a desirable host, one who was on the brink of death, and is ready to start the mission she has waited since the moment she was created by Him.
✗ Connections ;
A fellow angel and a mentor of sorts, Muriel and Seraphiel have traveled to Earth together. And while their mission remain the same, Muriel fears Seraphiel is seeking for something other than pleasing their Lord. Once an angel who held a high rank inside Heaven, Seraphiel was stripped of his sense of self with reasons unknown to Muriel and to those who follow his command. While she’s here to cleanse the souls of The Coven, she’s keeping a close eye on Seraphiel as well.
Her face claim is Angel Coulby and she is currently open.
Howdy! I’m just popping in to say howdy and I am the new co-admin for this lovely roleplay. You can refer to me as Admin S or Sofia or hey! You! With the face! Whichever floats your boat, really. So I’m just here… Popping in and saying hi and I hope you guys are as excited about this place as I am!
- Admin S
"The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you."
✗ Basic Information ;
- Age → 26
- Skill → Watcher
- Level → Three
- Occupation → Professor Garcia’s Assistant
- Roommate(s) → Lives with Martin Reyes
- Residency Status → Born & Raised
✗ Personality ;
+ Involved, sincere, courteous, discreet.
- Wicked, cruel, hostile, slovenly.
✗ History ;
"I have rules," the witch said as she walked briskly down the sidewalk with a woman trying to keep up with her pace. "Don’t ask me to stay after midnight, and you can’t expect to see me after tonight. I’m not a hearts and flowers girl. I’m not even an all-night girly. I don’t date, I don’t do romance, and sure won’t be kissing you any time during this night. But I’ll tell you one thing I do do, I provide a good short-lived thrill ride, a guaranteed satisfaction when I’m given what I want. But that’s it. If you’re down for that, then I am too. If you can’t handle it, if you want any of those things, turn around and walk the opposite direction." But the woman kept following her like the idiot she was. Because the witch was like a flame and her follower was like a moth, like all the other moths that flocked around her. It was only natural for them to gravitate towards her. But eventually, the moths would be burned by the same flame that lured them. Because if you follow the flame, you will most likely end up in the dark.
One long look at Jovelyn Reyes and you’ll know: this girl is trouble. The wild child, the rebel without a cause and reason. Cocky, critical, compelling. Untamed. Harsh. A Heartbreaker. The one men and women subconsciously followed with their gazes, then their feet. The one parents spoke about in hushed, careful voices. The one that caused kids to pause playing to step away from her as she walked through. Whether it was fear or reverence, there was something about Jovelyn that caused people to give her ample space. Perhaps it was because her father had multiple affairs with various women, or her mother’s alcoholic ways, maybe it was in the Reyes bloodline considering her twin brother wasn’t so different, or because she had been taught from a young age to stand tall and look straight even though his parents couldn’t do the same - most likely a combination of them all. But Jovelyn grew up with the idea that love, platonically or romantically, did not in any way exist.
If she wanted to make a list of the beliefs she used to hold as a child, it would be slightly long. She used to think the world revolved around her, as most kids did, so she thought everyone was celebrating her birthday on Independence Day. She used to think that the hardest choice in life was choosing a crayon, and she thought it was totally okay to draw on everything. When did those beliefs became perverse in nature, twisted so horribly that the witch truly wanted the world to revolve around her? When she tried to kill her father. She could have succeeded, too; she was older now, experienced with the Craft, more ruthless and less bound by her moral compunctions, and perhaps the most important of all—her rage burned as intensely as when she was a child, but time had surely tempered it so that she wasn’t as reckless as her younger self. She could have attempted and succeeded in her murder if only she had remained calm long enough to leverage her abilities to their utmost—or so she believed. Three years since then, Jovelyn has taken another mission, one she intends on accomplishing this time around: pulverizing the human race.
✗ Connections ;
The martyr, a woman who wants peace in any way possible, Jovelyn only befriended the witch to give herself leverage, find out the the woman’s weaknesses. By proclaiming she was a changed woman, one who wanted to coexist with humans, Jovelyn was able to fool her circle of friends, Brenda included. But in actuality, Jovelyn hates them all. Each day spent their company, witnessing them practice magic, hearing their good intentions to the human world, Jovelyn’s uncertain if she wants them dead first or the humans. Regardless, she’s a smart, technical woman, and will only show her true colors when the time is right.
Her twin brother, the two were once a topic of great confusion. Jovelyn with her temperamental personality and Martin with his horrid personality, their parents had to take them both out of school and homeschool the two after one death and two missing children led the school to believe they were behind the atrocities. She was even able to let The Coven make room for Martin even though he’s a human. They walk around the house with emotionless eyes and devilish grins, two individuals with wickedness evident in their faces. And if you were to mess with one twin, in any way, the other will surely find you. And the consequences won’t be pleasant.
Her face claim is Shay Mitchell and she is currently open.
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