⛧ ​​The Call — Fantasy Roleplay ⛧ discussion

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✶ 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢 ✶ 𝔣𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 ✶ 𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔟𝔦𝔞𝔫 ✶ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 ✶

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓

James was raised by two no-nonsense parents. They made sure she got good grades, set up a college fund, the works. She was told about the Call at age seven, and while she cried for days after, it also helped prepare her for the horrors to come. Before she turned ten, she was a model student, maybe a tiny bit bossy, and her work ethic and drive could make her seem a little condescending. But even then, she always helped her classmates when needed, and kept her mouth shut about her knowledge of the Call, understanding it was important to respect her friend's parent's decisions. She bounced back quick after arriving at the college and her older brother Orion was a sixth year at the time, which made it feel a little bit more like home. Until he was called when she was in her second year, and he was in his seventh. It happened during lunch, one minute he was there, the next gone. Little James clutched her friends tight and sobbed, eagerly counting down the seconds in her head until the three minutes and fourteen seconds were up.

Miraculously, her brother survived. But the experience scarred him, and he wasn't the same fun-loving older brother she once knew. It took weeks for him to laugh at her silly faces again, and he didn't come back to visit her for a while after he left. Eventually he started to turn back into his regular self again, but she knew that something had changed indefinitely in Orion, and seeing her brother shaking after those three minutes is when she truly felt fear for the first time.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

James was a third year when she was called, freshly twelve years old. She and her friends were supposed to be asleep, but instead they were all up giggling and gossiping, debating social issues like the politicians they'd seen on TV and thinking about where they wanted to live when they were older. The Sidhe came for James when she was about to make a closing statement to her speech on why the suburbs are superior to both the city and countryside when poof. She was gone. Alone, bare feet, dark sky and barren ground. The wastelands. That was her first thought- she was in the wastelands. She could even see the cliff in the distance. And then it hit her, the fact that she was in them, not looking at a guestimate-picture. None of those pictures could prepare her for the depression of Faerieland, and she couldn't help but think, no wonder they hate us- we put them here. Then the horn sounded, and she was on her feet, not bothering to try and find a weapon. She couldn't trust the water and food here, so she paced herself. The dreariness of it all blurred together, her feet blistered, and time became a laughable concept. She ran, then walked, ran, then walked, ran, then walked, never risking a full stop.

And then she tripped. She squeaked in pain when she fell on a sharp rock, but that didn't compare to when she saw a Sidhe for the first time. It was terrifying, and just wrong. Everything about it was wrong. She didn't even know where it came from, but it was there. And then its hand was on her arm. It whispered into her ear, "You're lucky I'd rather play with my food," and suddenly, she was back in her dorm.

Luck. In the end, she'd survived because of pure luck.


𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

James shut down after her call. She didn't leave her room for two weeks out of pure shame. Well, the doctors said it was trauma, which it was, but she also felt an unreasonable amount of guilt. She'd trained and trained, and in the end, it didn't matter, because she would have died if that Sidhe had chosen to kill her in that last minute of the Call that it had caught her in. And the guilt? One of her best friends, Reyna, died a month after. James has looked sadly at the birthday gift she had gotten for Reyna- it would have been her birthday in two weeks. She would never celebrate.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖

James saw the trauma and sadness in her peers, and in herself, and she knew it was her purpose to fix it. She knew that from the moment she saw her first call. After she graduated grade school, she went into college for education and got a doctorate in it, as well as a bachelors in Sidhean culture. She saved up, worked multiple jobs, and got a house for herself, and helps pay off her parents' mortgage. She's the headmaster of the best survival college in the world, Boyle. But sometimes, she feels like she's still the 'gifted kid' sitting on the floor in a dorm with her friends. And she's not sure if she likes that feeling.

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄

James is an excellent instructor (most of the time). She's patient, but firm, and doesn't hesitate to divvy out consequences when necessary. Some find her cruel, but everything she does is for the students' best interests. She's well respected, clever, and despite her curt and straightforward attitude that might throw people off, she has close friends that she's kept most of her life. She's still learning more and more on how to combat this threat, but for now, her main focus is to train the children the best she can.

Your survival is my main priority. Those are the first words students hear out of her mouth, only occasionally preceded by her name or a hello. And even if that student won't like her, they'll know that those words are true.

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𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

✶ science, specifically chemistry
✶ compliments
✶ literally just like, a break would be nice



𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

✶ math
✶ forgetting earings
✶ muddy orange color


𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

✶ fc: sarah ramierez
✶ allergic to cats and dogs but still loves them
✶ single, im open to a relationship for her 👀


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"On some level, I think I always understood
That a ship could never really love an anchor"
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⭒Name- Leo Hernández
⭒Age- 27
⭒Gender- Male
⭒Sexuality- Bisexual
"So, I did the only thing that I could
And severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor"
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"There are times when I still wonder about you
You are someone I have loved, but never known"
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⭒Personality: Leo may act cold on the outside but he’s a big softy by heart. When he’s no being cold to people he has a big presence, he can light up a room. Just don’t get into a competition with him, because we all know how that will end up. When Leo gets angry he flare up quickly and he’d yell, it would soon escalate if someone caused more problems for him. If he was sad he’ll crave attention from people he cares about, thinking he needs it to actually be seen. Leo has a negative outlook on life and never tries to see the good in everything since he thinks it’s useless to try to find a good person through the mist of danger.
"And you'll never see the reasons I had
For keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you"
⭒History: (view spoiler)[ Leo was the kind of boy who could always be found with his nose buried in books about mythical creatures and ancient legends, dreaming of the day he would venture into the unknown. However, that idyllic childhood was shattered when the Call began to sweep through his village, claiming the lives of his closest friends. With each disappearance, his heart filled with sorrow and dread. The laughter they once shared echoed in his mind, replaced by haunting memories of their smiles and dreams now lost to the darkness. Determined not to become another victim, Leo dedicated himself to understanding the Call and finding ways to prepare for it. He turned to the ancient tomes of forgotten lore, seeking knowledge about the creatures that lurked in the shadows and the rituals that might protect him. Leo trained his body and mind, honing skills in survival, navigation, and combat. As he immersed himself in the study of the Call, he discovered hidden strengths within himself—resilience, resourcefulness, and a fierce determination to fight for those he loved. Haunted by the ghosts of his past, Leo emerged as a reluctant protector, driven by the desire to honor the memory of his fallen friends. Armed with knowledge and a fierce resolve, he became a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in fear. (hide spoiler)]
"I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel
I am all the things they might have said to you"
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⭒Subject- Fighting sergeant
⭒Age during their call- 16
⭒The Call: (view spoiler)[Leo watched helplessly as friends and classmates disappeared, their laughter replaced by the haunting silence of loss. In the aftermath, Leo was one of the few in his group of friends who survived the Call and returned, but he was forever changed. The experience had awakened something fierce within him—a relentless desire to protect those who could not protect themselves. He saw the fear in the eyes of the younger kids in his community, the uncertainty that clouded their days, and he knew he had to act. With a burning resolve, Leo transformed his anguish into strength. Driven by the memories of those who vanished, he trained tirelessly, honing his skills in combat and strategy. Leo became a fighting sergeant, not just a warrior but a beacon of hope for the children facing the impending threat. He led them through grueling training sessions, teaching them how to harness their fears, adapt to their surroundings, and prepare for whatever might come next. (hide spoiler)]
"Do you ever think of me and my two hands?
And wonder why they never soothed your fevers?
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Face-claim- Marv-likes-turtles(tiktok/pinterest)
Voice-claim- Alejandro Saab
Never love an anchor - Crane Wives

broski can you unbold this it’s hard to read /s /lh

whoops- sorry, just unbolded it

make sure to correct any grammatical errors, and then accepted!

I'll make sure to look over it when I have a free period!

I'll go ahead and approve jasper, but add more to his personality please!

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(view spoiler)[nicknames - Cass (anyone), Cassie (Scarlett)
age - 20
gender - female
pronouns - she/her
sexuality - asexual biromantic (prefers men)
nationality - british
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description - Cassandra is dark-skinned, five foot, with dark brown eyes. As a student, she kept her hair short, as is expected, after realizing it was actually a good rule, but as soon as she got back from her call, she knew she was done with short hair. Now her dark brown curls fall below her shoulders.

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(view spoiler)[ Cassandra has always been a rebel, which resulted in a lot of punishments when she was a student. However, as she grew older, she realized which rules were more important and began following them. Still, she wasn't the most obedient student, although she did start putting in more of an effort in order to be there for her sister. However, she's always been a survivor, and knowing she would be Called, took her training very seriously.

She's a fast runner, and also knows how to fight in hand-to-hand combat. She likes being active, and will often be found running, fighting, shadowboxing, or climbing, in her free time. She is also determined to do her best to help others have a better chance of surviving their own Calls. (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[Cassandra was raised by her dad until he died when she was five, and then she went back and forth between her grandparents and uncles. She did see her mom some, but not very often.

At ten, she was sent to the survival college. Being the rebel she was, Cass found the strict rules of the school almost unbearable. At first, she hardly obeyed any of them, which resulted in a lot of punishment. She began following some, but still hated it. However, as she grew older, she was able to realize that some of the rules were actually for her own safety and began to follow those.

During her first year, Cass received word that her mom had died. Also that she had younger sister, Scarlett, who was six years old. Cass began to think about her sister a lot. She knew she would be coming to the school when she was ten.

When Scarlett came to the school, Cass decided to try to build a relationship with her. It took a little while before interactions between the sisters weren't awkward, but the two grew close as time went on. Cass started trying to help Scarlett train, although Scarlett didn't seem to appreciate it much.

Cass made it to her final year without being called. Knowing with certainty that she would be called within a year felt like both a blessing and a curse. She trained harder than ever, and tried to also spend more time with Scarlett, just in case.

The Call finally came one day when she was getting ready for her morning run. She shook away the disorientation, quickly scanned the surrounding terrain, and as soon as the horn sounded, she was off.

As she ran from the Sidhe, she was motivated by her natural determination to survive, and to not allow anyone to kill her, but more than anything, the thought of Scarlett. Even when nothing else was enough, thinking about getting back to her sister kept her going.

After her Call, the first thing Cass did was find her sister, then take a nap. After a few days, she started looking around for work.

She wanted to help others survive their Call, so one day, she went to the fighting sergeant and offered to be his assistant. Now she helps him train the students. She also gives Scarlett extra training, whenever she can talk her into it. (hide spoiler)]

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sister - Scarlett Davis - seventh year student - @aelin

(view spoiler)[At 16, Scarlett is four years younger than Cassandra. They're very different, and tend to fight a lot, but they're actually really close. Scarlett hasn't been called yet, and Cass, worried about it, tries to help her train to help her chances of survival. However, Scarlett, who'd rather spend her free time reading, finds this a bit annoying. (hide spoiler)]

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A creative, cunning, and humorous woman—Elsie’s got a lot going for her. She lacks the important ability to be serious and therefore she’s not exactly the best teacher. An appropriate trade-off, although it’s a wonder she’s a teacher at all. Her students adore her and there would be riots if she got (rightfully) fired.

She lets her students goof off a lot, even though she cares so very much about them learning how to make weapons. Elsie’s very lenient with them and prefers to let their creativity shine through. She does have her moments, though—as she’s very positive and refuses to think darkly—where she teaches them incredibly valuable methods of weapon creation and overall creativity.

Elsie has long, wavy, thick chocolate brown hair she always has down and bangs that are well-maintained and frame her eyes perfectly. Said eyes are deep seafoam green but one wouldn’t know—she always has sunglasses on, indoors or out. During her Call, she fell down a steep hill, which gave her the gnarly scar running from the bridge of her nose to the corner of her left eye. Only some know why she wears sunglasses, and it’s because of that.

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Elsie was born in a cottage a couple miles from Boyle College, seemingly a cozy upbringing and friendly atmosphere. Her mother was brutal, though, her father nowhere to be seen since she was born. She taught Elsie that she gets nothing without taking from others, and this led to Elsie being incredibly cruel and snobbish. She fought a lot growing up, stealing things and taking from whoever she needed to.

She had not once thought about the Call. Knowing about it—her mother pushing her with words telling her that her life would be pointless if she didn’t survive, she’d be a waste of her mother’s time—none of that made her care. She didn’t face it until the day it came, and she just ran. She escaped, too, one of the lucky few called in their first year. She had no time to learn anything, but her cruel mother taught her enough. She ran until pulmonary oedema set in, returning to Earth just in time for help. Her pain in the other world was self-inflicted, the memory of her mother’s words stirring her into a frenzy when it finally happened. She ran until she didn’t pay attention to where she was going, falling down a hill, slicing her face open and losing her left eye. The Sidhe never reached her. It was all her own doing.

She is now twenty-six, sixteen years after her Call. She came out of the other world changed and new, the cruelty and hateful outlook her mother forced on her disappearing. She met Lianne, who’d been a teacher at the academy for a while and who’d met and lost many students. The teacher was incredibly kind and nurturing, the loss of children hurting her deeply but never dulling her love and easy attachments. Elsie clicked with her immediately when she chose to stay at the college after her Call.

Elsie, living close to the school, went home but stayed a student at the college. She grew distant from her mother, who still pressured her to be “better” and less “weak” because she began showing sympathy for others and kindness she learned from Lianne. By the time she graduated, she had moved onto campus and refused to talk to her mother or have anything to do with her. Immediately she took interest in becoming a teacher, but the only position she had any interest in was the weaponry teacher. It fueled her creativity that had been stifled all of her life and she wanted to help other students like Lianne helped her.

She went to get her certifications to become that teacher and within four years, although she has her faults, her regular visits to campus to see Lianne had the students loving her so deeply that the directors had no choice but to hire her. She is very resourceful and crafty, so good at her job, she is just not an exemplary teacher.

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Elsie survived her Call and became a teacher at Boyle College. Lianne, the Sidhe language teacher, is like a mother to her in place of the one who could have ruined her life.

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Lianne Morrison ; 73 years old ; sidhe language teacher ; american

Lianne was born in a small town in New England in 1950 (view spoiler)[idk, whatever this world's adjacent to that long ago would be (hide spoiler)] to a poor family. She was a plain girl with a wicked tongue and a thirst for knowledge, which was a bit of a problem for her considering her gender. Despite growing up across the globe from Boyle College, her childhood looked remarkably similar to that of the kids she now teaches. The biggest difference was that there was significantly less of a focus on the Sidhe themselves, with practically no lessons on their language and culture. At the time, it was assumed that they were too primitive of a species to have language and culture to the degree of humanity, considered more beast than man.

The Call claimed Lianne when she was seventeen, giving her plenty of time to prepare and learn of the Sidhe. She had no problem hiding from them, but grew curious during that twenty-four hour period spent in their realm. Sneaking close to a hunting party, she listened to their grunts and garbled tones, realizing that the sounds were too complex and rhythmic to be anything other than speech. As she listened, she was able to piece together the meanings of certain sounds, trying her hardest to retain all of the disjointed pieces of language in her memory. The Call ended with Lianne more excited than traumatized, a deepened thirst for knowledge awakened within her.

After she graduated, Lianne did her best with the life she was given, and became a schoolteacher in her hometown at 20. It was hard for her to ask for more than that. Women just didn't have the same opportunities, especially in her rural town, and she had no money for higher education even if she could get in. While she loved teaching kids with her whole heart, her passion was for Sidhe language and culture. She wanted more, to experience the world and to be a true academic. At 28, she was finally accepted into Harvard to get her PhD in Sidhe Studies, where she found her true love in academia. She loved lectures and libraries and textbooks, and more than anything she loved what she was learning. The Sidhe were endlessly fascinating, both their history before the War and their current culture, and she was always itching to learn more. Shortly after finishing out her degree, she returned to her roots in teaching, only this time she was a professor of Sidhe culture which conducting research on the language of the Sidhe. When she was 37, she was scouted by members of the faculty at Boyle College and she became a professor of Sidhe Language.

Students often describe Lianne as nurturing. Her lectures are well thought out, and she truly seems to care that her students learn the material. She gets to know her students, and will ask them about their day, pets, and hobbies. Lianne's colleagues would describe her as an expert in her field and a pleasure to work with. She is always coming up with new, interesting ways to share information, and she seems to care deeply about making the spread of information accessible to all. People who don't know Lianne through academics might refer to her as closed off or unapproachable. She lives and breathes her work, so she just doesn't have time for anyone or anything outside of her field. Because of this, Lianne has no friends or family outside of the bonds she has formed at Boyle College in the last 36 years she has spent there. In her quest to learn more about the world around her, she has become closed off to it.

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mee maw

AHH LOVE ALL OF THEMMM

wait rory do you want to do a collab? i have the head of fifth sixth years in the making and she is so similar to elsie as in like they both let the students off a lot and adored by the students and deserve to be fired
also she is also twenty six so they would have been in the same year at the college?

that's hilarious yes!? best friends absolutely. let me edit her history what's your character's name?

sana
yessss <3 i love how we just came up with so similar ideas and we’re like halfway across the planet from each other 😂 it was meant to beeeeee

we're connected on a telepathic level :O but okie dokie thanks! I'll edit that asap <3

*le gasp* no worries ^v^