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I’ve had this idea almost since this group was opened but have been TOO LAZY to do anything after I drew Rajah,,,why am i like this
︱Name: Josephine (Jo) Ali
︱Species: Half fairy
︱Job: Student (Senior),
self-employed detective on the case of the indieville cult activity
︱Favorite food: Chicken 65 !!!
Shrewd / Stubborn / Competitive / Passive-aggressive / Motivated
Shrewd: Jo may be lacking in the physical strength department, but her brain makes up for it! She’s just generally a smart person, with turn of phrase and banter so fire emoji you’ll have to drop it like it’s hot. She’s quick to think and sometimes too quick to act, as her brain moves faster than her mouth. She’s sharper than her eyebrows, man.
Stubborn: This one’s a gimme. Fairies have hot tempers, it’s evolutionary so they can scare off their predators by screaming at the top of their lungs and throwing a gigantic hissy fit. Y’all know how red tinker bell’s face gets when she’s pissed? That’s what Jo looks like. She’s not one to give in easily to anything she isn’t prepared to do, and she doesn’t like when others get to decide things for her.
Competitive: Jo doesn’t consider herself to be too competitive, only to a healthy extent, but you should see her run when it’s taco day at school. She’ll make anything and everything a competition—but never out loud. She got a better test score than you? One point on Jo’s internal scoreboard. Did she beat your team in P.E. badminton? Fuck yeah, beat that. She went the longest amount of hours without sleeping in a row? Dedicated AF.
Passive-aggressive: No lie, the only reason she’s developed so much sass is because she needed enough to rival Charlotte’s banter.
Motivated: She’s the living embodiment of the student athlete meme, only encompassing everything but sports. Uh oh, she has a test tomorrow? Gotta grind forever, she never stops, never take breaks, insert Quran verse, a couple of 100 emojis, and voila.
Jo’s mother was full fairy, and her father a human, so Jo was born half fairy and thus lived under the rules of the elder council, like her mother had before her. And the greatest, most sacred of all council rules was fidelity to one’s significant other—fairies are supposed to be pure beings, after all. So, of course, when they found out about the cheating, it simply would not do to have a family live without the repercussions.
In order to punish both parents, they decided to dole out their consequence to the young child in their care. Young, sweet little Jo, who was beloved by all on the council, was to be subjected to eternal damnation. Obviously, I mean, what else could they have done? A curse was placed on Jo when she was only two and a half—and a rather hefty one at that. Unless she found her true love before she turned 21 years old, she would be eternally forbidden from touching any person whom she loved. No hugs and kisses, no true love’s high five, and not even a tap on the shoulder. Her parents were devastated—they had to watch as their hands phased right through their daughter’s body as they reached out to console her.
Jo switched schools often after that, forcing herself to be as sociable as possible to meet every possible soulmate she could before she gave up and moved on to the next one. She ended up in Indieville, where her parents hope that the larger number of cryptids may increase her chances of finding The One. Until that day, however, don’t be surprised if she refuses a high five.
Phone: With a no nonsense case for a no nonsense girl. Plus, Charlotte likes cute cases therefore Jo's forbidden from having any case other than drop-proof speck cases. Her phone's a basic necessity for her, her favorite apps being snapchat (for terrible selfies sent only to the people she knows won't screenshot
that excludes charlotte), vsco (for editing the ~mysterious~ clues she finds after cult activity, and Netflix. She can't survive without it.
Bracelet: This isn't some meaningful bracelet that truly strikes a chord with Jo, she just bought it cheap from a vendor in Barcelona, Spain, and it goes with every outfit. It's just a band of braided leather with the word "Barcelona" burned into it, but she wears it almost every day.
Water bottle: Staying Hydrated™ is her priority, and this sticker-covered (from all of her adventures across the world, of course) metal bottle certainly does the trick. Jo doesn't just use it for water, though. She accidentally whacked someone over the head with it once and they were out cold for two hours, so she figured it'd be handy to tote along on her investigations. This is Jo's weapon.
Pixie dust: She keeps it in a little drawstring pouch in her backpack just in case she needs it. It's really only for when Jo is actually in her fairy form, but sometimes just for kicks and giggles she drifts around Indieville High a few inches off the ground. Though it's supposed to help Jo fly, she finds that if she gets low on dust she starts to tire out real quick.
︱Stats: 15 + hero bonus = 18
︱RP Method: Skype and / or notes
︱Shipping?: of course!! i want to get to know ur character obviously and make sure the chemistry works but shipping is a go
■ Name: Rajah Ka’uhane
■ Age: 16
■ Gender: Male
■ Class: Berserker. He’s pretty street smart, knows his way around the police and can get in and out of a situation real quick, but his real skill is just being completely, ridiculously, over-the-top lucky. He doesn’t understand why he’s not dead by now, but he’s rolling with it.
■ Favorite food: Pineapple. Must be his Hawaiian roots.
Loyal / Courteous / Persuasive / Reckless / Prideful / Short-tempered
Loyal: Growing up with his mother on Hawaii, Rajah was taught that his ‘Ohana, or family ties, were to his island and his people. Rajah’s father broke his ‘Ohana with belts and bruises, but he learned to rebuild it over time. This time with only the people he trusted, and the people that he chose to call his family, whether they were tied by blood or not.
Courteous: Rajah exemplifies the value of Ho’ohanohano, as he values respectability and the dignity of others. Sure, he’ll hold doors for the ladies and shake hands with everyone he meets, but his courtesy goes far deeper than that.
Persuasive: Plainly stated, Rajah could sell the ocean a cup of water. He’s got puppy dog eyes for days so u better watch out, wink wonk. For real. He’ll sneak up on you with a broken flip phone and you’ll find yourself handing over two hundred bucks for it before you can say son of a motorola.
Reckless: Was that Rajah jumping off a cliff with a broken parachute? Probably. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine, just call 911 in advance for him and he’ll thank you later.
Prideful: Rajah conducts himself with distinction and leads with initiative. His value for his ancestry sometimes goes a bit too far, however. Cue the incident when he got thrown in jail overnight for participating in a one-man march on Washington. He doesn’t take help from just anyone unless he really needs it, and when he does it goes down with a grain of salt.
Short-tempered: Rajah seems like a really calm dude, because he goes from 0 to 99 in two seconds flat, but you can’t tell until you tick him up juuuuust enough to get him to 100. Moral of the story is try not to make him mad.
Rajah was born in Lihue, on the Hawaiian island of Kaua’i as an only child, and his parents were eager to bring his little brother into the world as soon as they could. For two years he lived a relatively happy life, though his parents argued often, they continued to make up for his sake. When his mother announced her second pregnancy, it was as if every trouble in his family had disappeared. It wasn’t until his mother had a miscarriage that things began to fall apart too quickly for Rajah to right. It started with petty arguments over who had finished the bread and escalated to shouting matches in the kitchen, Rajah crouched behind the couch as he heard his mother scream as she clutched the red mark on her cheek.
The neighbors worried. They called domestic services. They inspected the house. They found the welts on Rajah’s neck and on his mother’s body. They took him away.
It was four years until he was returned to his mother’s custody, his father locked away in some prison in the states. He and his mother pressed on for another five years, during which she was laid off from work twice and began to spend most of her money on alcohol on prescription drugs. Rajah took a job and started to save his money in a shoebox under his bed, where his mother couldn’t find it. She was sleeping over half the day now, half dead under the influence of the hard liquor Rajah bought with a fake ID.
Plane tickets to L.A. were $70 economy. From there to Indieville was $65. He boarded last and watched his mother, his island, his life fade into the background.
Aloha means goodbye sometimes.
Flashlight: Listen up, ladies and gentlemen, this flashlight is one of a kind. With only one LED light and half battery power, this flashlight can light up a room in a jiffy (after you hit it against a desk a few times to get it to turn on). With Rajah’s part time gig as a dumpster diver, it’s kind of a must have.
Apollo’s sneakers: Not really Apollo’s sneakers, considering that Apollo neither exists nor did he wear shoes (he was a god, gods don’t need mortal shoes). Their previous owner hot glued wings to them, and now they look like a cross between supernatural and a pigeon. It’s whatever, they’re the only shoes he has.
Leaf blower: This one’s a little misleading. It may look like a leaf blower, but Rajah accidentally stuck a bic lighter inside of it and now it spits fire. Handy for starting fires and warding off cult members. This is Rajah’s weapon.
■ Stats: 15 + berserker bonus = 20
■ RP Method: Skype and / or notes
■ Shipping?: he’s kind of young, so idk about shipping. platonic shipping? heck ye bro. but he’s sixteen. he still likes nintendo and bakugan, y’all, he aint thinking about love and romance and heck, girls still have cooties, ya nasty.