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LET'S FLESH THINGS OUT.

WHAT'S YOUR BACKSTORY? MEME

Maybe your character's media portrayal left a little to be desired when it comes to backstory. What are you supposed to do with that? Just suffer? Do nothing? Complain on the internet? NO!!! You play out backstory threads like there's no tomorrow! This is a meme to play out anything that happened to your character before their appearance, or between their appearances, or hell, just because we're that laid-back, after they exit stage right. Come up with some rad backstory for your characters and save the threads to come back to when you need some nice nostalgia.

• Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops.
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• Have fun!

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[ happy times with the wife and son or wild shit he pulled before he met her and/or became a hermit, the power is yours. ]

[ He's an odd sight, a boy with gold hair dressed in heavy monk-like black clothes, alone in the woods at sundown. Almost alone. Circling him, there is an assembly of the local woodland fauna: from small and harmless like squirrels to the more fearsome wolves. Birds, mammals, reptiles; all species resting in a perfect state of harmony with the boy at the center. Meanwhile, Alone doesn't seem to notice the company, enraptured by the sight of the darker shades of the tree branches and leaves, the deeper flush of crimson that the wildflowers appear to acquire thanks to the fading light. His glimmering blue eyes drink the details and his deft hands work on the blank canvas set before him.

Enthralled, Alone loses the track of time, forgetting he needed to hurry if he needs to catch dinner at the orphanage. He's lost in his world of watercolors and paintbrushes, blissfully unaware of anything else but the warmth of the small, white pup that's currently curled by his shoes. His fascination is interrupted by the bristle and growl of the wolves, alerting him as they disperse away.

Alone looks up, putting his paintbrush down, and notices a tall, dark man...approaching? The dog uncurls and jumps up ready to valiantly protect the boy if he must. In the glare of those little canine eyes, there's a glimpse something older than it seems. ]

Good evening, sir.

[ Alone greets smiling courteously, secretly hoping he hasn't accidentally trespassed any lord's woodland. ]

[ things are quiet these days, for dracula. he's traveling at the behest of his wife and doing so gladly because it's her wish. traveling as men do isn't something he's done for centuries but she'd insisted it would do him good to meet people, to do things this way. at first he'd thought it flighty dreams of changing his mind, but he doesn't hate it. he misses lisa every night as he travels the land. it's so slow, but he sees so much more.

humans have yet to impress him, but with lisa's surety at his back he endures it.

today he's just getting started, waiting until the last rays of sunlight pass to head out into the world again. he's not sleep-heavy but he's still surprised to see someone so young out in the woods alone. stranger still are the animals surrounding him. that ends upon his approach though, and he's almost sorry for it. almost. the dog is... interesting, to say the least, because dracula has a keen eye for seeing things older than they seem. interesting. ]

Good evening. [ it's to the both of them. he's curious now, interested, and inclines his head in a more proper greeting. it's dangerous for this boy to be out alone, even with a dog to protect him. ]

It seems late to be out by yourself.

[ he wonders if that sounds threatening. he didn't intend it to. ]

Cer, stop, please.

[ Alone murmurs gently to quiet the puppy's relentless and almost comical barking and growling. The small animal yelps admonished, before sitting by the boy's legs. He's about to apologize for the noise when the man - a lord, maybe- just points out about how late it is. The boy's eyes grow large in sudden realization. ]

Oh, you're right. I must have lost the track of time.

[ Again. He seems to fidget now, crouching to gather the sketches sprawled on the ground. Most of nature, some of the children of the orphanage. If the man sounds menacing, he doesn't seem to notice. Alone thinks well of all people in the world. ]

Thank you for letting me know, uh, my lord?

[ He switches to address him more formally, bowing his head in deep gratitude. His clothes look foreign, warmer and unfit for the Mediterranean weather. And the way he carries himself isn't like any merchant or a farmer he knows. The village isn't small, but Alone is certain he's never seen him before, or he'd have asked him to pose for a painting. Maybe he's a traveler who got lost. ]

Pardon me, but maybe you are looking for the village?

[ He rises, holding the pile of sketches he's gathered from the ground. ]

I live by the outskirts. [ He gestures at his right, there's no pathway in the woods, but Alone doesn't need it to navigate. ] But I can take you there if you want.

[ there were times that adrian wondered if his parents were too invested in research and exploration than he was. not that he wishes to spend all the time in the castle, but he's not too keen on going outside and having people call him "alucard".

sometimes it's too much to think about. the reputation people have started spinning out for him before he's even taken his first steps or put forth any weight in the world to make his presence so memorable. either way, he finds himself on a quiet spot on the roof with a canvas and a small easel on his lap. adrian taps it against the canvas, annoyed that no inspiration seems to be coming to him. ]

* She's always happy to hear about any sort of person from an old voivodeship of hers. Hungary remembers how beautiful Transylvania and Wallachia had been in their youths and how she and Romania would fight over who could raise them better.

The Nation also knows all about Vampires and the creepy castles that decorate the old towns throughout Eastern Europe so there's no fear when she wanders about, taking in the sights of history. Humans were so inventive with their crafts and it reflected beautifully.

Room after room she silently ventured in, making sure she wasn't bothering anyone before she found a room with a figure that possessed a name she knew rather well.* Are you, Vlad?

[1,123 years of Eastern European history here.]

[ Small Belmont Lordling being soft and proud, recently-orphanned feral teen trying desperately to be un-excommunicated or slightly-younger useless drunk who’s long resigned to it - lemmie know which you want!

Castmates loved regardless of how little sense that makes. ]

[Okay but what about a thousand years, before rude revelation, when he was actually the good son, here? Well, in his own opinion at least. Does that count for nothing? Hm? Hm? heh]

Edited 2018-11-18 10:43 (UTC)

Thor grinned as he came into the palace, waving his hammer high above his head. "Loki!" Returning from battle, the first person he always looked for was his brother. At least, if it was an adventure Loki had not joined him on. Sometimes, Loki fought right by his side. Not this time, sadly.

"Loki!" Thor frowned. He wanted to share the good stories and revel with Loki. He wanted to drink and celebrate and be with his favorite brother. Where was he?

"Loki?"

Loki suddenly appears. Frowning at his elder brother.

"I'm not deaf, Thor."

"How was it?"

Edited (oops format) 2018-11-18 12:04 (UTC)

[You're looking at the expert Kindergartener. Expert!!! :/ But nobody appreciates it!!! :/ ] ;)

[A good daughter, a loyal sister and a very loving mother - Things that have been forgotten.]

[ a teenager with neon glow-in-the-dark face paint causing trouble on the streets back in her Los Muertos gang member days, or a twenties-something Talon agent — happy to write the starter, just let me know which! ]

[ Pretty much anything pre-TFA is fair game. I'm here for all the family feels, crises of faith and struggling with the Force, teenage shenanigans, Academy days, early First Order/Kylo days, etc. Also down for working on backstories for AUs. ]

{Perhaps the Basil of his Oxford days, before he was so afraid? Or the older Basil just before the novel starts, falling in and out of love with his friends in a whirlwind of desire and devotion. Harry Wotton, a Dorian Gray of better days, and any charming young men who might have him welcome.}

( former delinquent and bad boy at a fancy noble britannian boarding school, etc )

[OOC: *Former soldier in a terrorist group known as the White Fang. Liberated it to make for a better, safer, White Fang. Daughter of the Chief of Menagerie, an island full of Faunus.

All the Blake and Adam's adventures, team RWBY adventures, Blake and Sun's adventures fighting a sea dragon.]

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LET'S FLESH THINGS OUT.

vlad 'dracula' tepes. castlevania.

up to you!

during his travels then!

sure!

sup dad, happy times are a go

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Republic Of Hungary ( Erzsébet Héderváry ) | Hetalia

Trevor “Some of it’s happy probably” Belmont | Castlevania

Loki Odinson | MCU | OTA

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Peridot | Steven Universe | no smut

Lady Loki | MCU

sombra | overwatch | ota

Kylo Ren/Brianna Solo • r63!Star Wars

Basil Hallward || The Picture of Dorian Gray

kanon maldini; code geass

ßlake ßelladonna | RWBY