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 Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 4:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 4:17 pm
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ｃｏｄｅｎａｍｅ： ❛ ＸＸＸ ❜
ｐａｓｓｗｏｒｄ： ●●●●●●●●●● 
At first glance, second, and probably even last, 1633 Coalsmoke Avenue looks like someone took a Fallout cosplay too seriously and didn't just stop at the costume. It's also not somewhere someone ends up by choice. Coalsmoke sits on the grappling edges of Ashdown in what looks like the uglier end of town where the manufacturing tycoons placed all of their warehouses only to collectively forget they were there. Coalsmoke itself looks like it crawled out of time itself worse for wear. A red brick warehouse situated on an ungodly plot of land that no one thought to hire a gardener for, Coalsmoke doesn't look very livable. There's probably asbestos anyways.
Only. It is. Livable, that is. If only barely, and if only because there are very few people like Alexander Thorne in the world.
Only recently purchased, Coalsmoke is in the middle of the hap-hazardous state of being moved into. And its owner is a DIY-junkie, so the move is slow and based entirely on free manual labor. But for those that know of the recent move, Coalsmoke is a fun fifteen minute drive to the uglier parts of town and open to anyone interested in spending some quality time together with an artist that just doesn't know how to control his own life. Literally open, seeing as a clever jimmying of the second story metal door can pop it open.
The second story has been mostly swept clean, concrete replaced by hardwood flooring. Stable electricity is dependent on the day, but the monolithic windows that cover every wall are enough to let in natural daylight until the evening comes. Thorne himself has claimed the entire second floor as his living space, with a renovated kitchen and a renovated bathroom the only truly pristine things there. Stacks of books and art supplies are strewn about, taking up the space of makeshift shelves made from crates and other recently renovated moving boxes. And oh, there are plants everywhere. Everywhere.
All in all, it's a work in progress. But it's open to anyone willing to stop by.
xxxx ↳ Thorne's plot thread can be found here! It's not very updated, but still feel free to stop by if you're interested in meeting him.
xxxx ↳ Thorne works as a freelance artist that grew largely popular on the east coast and secures most of his funds through that and the trust fund his dad left him.
xxxx ↳ For more intense plotting or just to chat, hit me up on skype (pm for details) or aim (elkbones).
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █hey batta batta
１０％ ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅhey batta |
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 4:17 pm
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You do not remember it, but you were born in the swamp heat of the South, and you did not cry.
You were baptized in the sharp light of your fathers religion. He pressed it to your hands and called it salvation, but it burned your palms and your lips. The hymnals haunted you, but you loved them nonetheless, your tongue swiping the hollow of your throat and their taste. You do not remember it, your childhood, apart from fractured images and fault lines. Only images: houses with a place for everything, the sort of emptiness that came from wealth, backyards neatly tailored and woods full of secrets and the dirt and blood of your knees the first time you got into a fight at school. You do not remember it, but you remember enough to know that it left you wanting and hungry, the cuffs of your neatly ironed clothing always scratching at your skin.
Seattle, and the world is still a cluster, a crudely painted image of someone else's concept of you. You don't know if you'd been born violent, but here was where you learned. Learned how to hit and be hit. Learned the taste of iron in your mouth, blood on the first four knuckles. A life dedicated to this - to surviving. To clawing forward, forward. Your brother told you to give up, to give in. Your brother also ran away. Ran all the way to the East Coast, to New York City, because he was older and free at eighteen and afraid. And why shouldn't he have been? Someone once asked you if you were afraid of falling and you'd told them no.
The years blur together. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen - static.
Your brother is waiting for you on the other side of a hospital bed. You are eighteen. You are free. He tells you that, angry and hurting. You are free.
So you pick yourself back up and start again. Academy weighs heavily on your shoulder. The world entices you to disappear. And when you do, no one comes looking. And when you come back, no one is there. A funeral stands up in your memory in the rainy edge of November. New York glows with a loveless light.
"Do you think he listens?" Your brother asks in the empty cathedral afterwards.
"No," you say. "And if he did, he wouldn't care."
You hurl yourself into the work you'd always wanted to do. You carve a name for yourself. By the time you get sick of city lights, by the time your floor is full of boxes and your brother is driving you to the airport, you are a name circling the art communities of the East Coast, you are an exhibit in the heart of the world this side of the pond. You are faceless behind it, but you do not mind.
Someone once asked you if you were afraid of falling and what you meant was this:
There's an absolution in a fall. In the end, you can always pick yourself back up and walk away and start again.
But here in Ashdown, here even a year later, you're still falling. You're still falling, and there is no end in sight.
swingswi██ : x ( thorne is a twenty-seven year old 6'1" mongolian-american, with dark hair and brown eyes, skin two shades too dark to be tan. )
swingswi██ : x ( thorne is a polygot - he speaks english, mongolian, arabic, spanish, and turkish. he also has a basic grasp of russian now, and is going to force alois to teach him german. )
swingswi██ : x ( thorne is allergic to bee stings, . )
swingswi██ : x ( thorne has a trust fund the size of a small island owing to his recently deceased father. )
swingswi██ : x ( thorne owns approximately 500 plants and a cat named millicent. he's currently interested in getting a second cat too. or a lizard. or a bird. )
swingswi██ : x ( thorne has extensive tattoos. he has two full arm sleeves that curve down over his shoulder blades and onto his spine and an unfinished sleeve on his thigh. )
swingswi██ : x ( thorne lives at coalsmoke, a warehouse in the industrial edge of the town of Ashdown. there's never a guarantee on whether or not you'll walk in on a banana bread war between chris and thorne, but there is always food! )
swingswi➟ LIKES ; x cats ; plants ; art supplies ; bare feet ; aleksy's hands ; kidnapping shiloh ; the smell after rain ; stupid jokes ; 3AM conversations ; meme warring with people
swingswi➟ DISLIKES ; x uniforms ; white walls ; new things ; laundry days ; seasonal allergies ; not having anything to eat in the house ; things that aren't spicy ; things that aren't sweet ; fairy ******** bread
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █hey batta batta
２０％ ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅhey batta |
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 4:17 pm
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swingswi➟ SO MAKE ME YOUR VILLAIN / POST-FAERIE BALL META ;
There's a monster living at Coalsmoke.
Oh, well that is what some of them say at least. A monster, a villain, something inhuman. The unreal made real. They say he has horns, has wings! A descendant of Cain. A mark of the demon. This is Gods country, you know, but the devils paying rent. They say he's gentle, charming, a little wild. He can pull you in and have you over for dinner, and you will never know about the creature living beneath his skin. That's what he's good at, you know? Trickery. He no longer fears talking about himself, at least when it is about who he appears to be and not what he actually is. He no longer trembles at the thought of saying where he is from, drinking to bad fathers and broken pasts.
But ask him about those three months in hell and what they spat back out?
Darling, it's like pulling teeth.
Some might think he's afraid, but is there anything a monster fears? Oh, yeah, definitely. Himself, for one.
They say he's out of the cycle, after all. No longer mortal. The angels shunned him out of heaven, his religion won't ever welcome him back, and he can love and love and love all he wants, but that still doesn't change what he is at his core now. That cute artist with his cute cat and his baked goods and kind smile bled out on the floor of some Court for some Sorrowful deer. Now this thing came crawling out of the grave, and it puts on a brave face and laughs to all the right jokes. But god is he scared. Of what he is, of what he can do.
That doesn't stop him though. Not from acting. Because inaction is still action, or some philosophy like that. Only now he doesn't trust the world. Now he doesn't trust the people who were supposed to be on his side. A guide, they called him, but the devil could guide just as well as God, and the Spinel Lady raised him in her likeness, and he worries every day and every night in every dream and every whisper that she has bled her essence into him. That he is a villain just like her. That he is leading people down darker paths, condemning himself for someone else's gain. But he condemned himself long ago. His trouble is this: he feels as though he has been written to be a monster, a villain, and that scripture burns through him like a curse, but he still desperately wants to be good. But he cannot help the doubts in his head, towards himself, towards everyone around him, every smile feeling a little too close and a little too much like a lie. That no matter their words, their promises, their whispers, they still can see through him to that creature in his core, the devils mark beneath his skin. And so sometimes he acts it, and sometimes he pretends, but most nights he is caught in the middle, struggling between the two halves of himself, and the way he handles those around him. Those he trusts - trusted - and those he doesn't. Not anymore.
"Why do you do it?" Someone asks. "Why don't you just pretend?"
And he laughs and laughs, but there is a fracture line running the length of his eyes, the slope of his jaw.
"We are all somebodies monster," he says.
Still he loves, and still he tries to do right by the people that he has sacrificed his loyalty to, in the only way he knows how. He continues to fight, but on what side of the war? Good, bad, black, white? No, it is his own, his own, his own. The guilt terrorizes him, makes him weak. Makes him want what no monsters should have. And every night he wonders if it is the right choice, the best one. And every night he sleeps with the devil's hand pressed against his back.
swingswi➟ ONE WAY MIRROR / PRE-FAERIE BALL META ;
Have you seen the new neighbor at Fox Way? His fingers are always covered in paint.
Have you seen his cat? Have you heard his voice? There's a rumor around the town: he'll work free of charge for a nice conversation and a good cup of coffee.
But he doesn't talk. About himself, I mean. He's good at that - the avoiding game. How are you? How's the weather? Where am I from? Somewhere unimportant. Where are you from? Heard it's nice, never been. And he's good at making people forget it, too. Forget that he's a person, really. See, he makes a good model. A two dimensional figure that you turn around and around and around for clues to the real deal only to get lost in his earnest interest in your own life. You forget to search and he keeps getting to hide. He'd be an a*****e but he's too nice. He'd be a fraud but everything else is genuine, just not anything relating to his past.
He came to Ashdown to hide. That's the theory at least. From what? Who knows. Everyone has secrets, but this one has aphonia. Not the medical condition. Not like that. He just can't speak, he just doesn't. And if you get too close, scratch any rim of what makes him human, he gets flustered and flounders out of your life for awhile until you corner him in a grocery store while he's buying a new pot for his plants because the cat broke the old one.
"That's not true," Thorne says if you bring up his sudden disappearances, his cripplingly apparent aphonia, "I'm not avoiding anything - anyone - any - I mean, you."
Liar. This is his trouble: he's afraid to be an actual person because that means talking about his problems, his haunts, everything that chased him into Ashdown in the first place and he just can't handle the concept of that. Someone said that he used to be military. Saw some s**t, did some s**t, lost some. Lost a lot. So hell, maybe he's got PTSD too. Boy needs help but boy won't talk, gets incapable of it. Want to to close that gap and start a fire? He buys cat food at 3AM at the 24 hour market, takes coffee at that new cafe down the street, and he'd love to get to know you at one of the local bars until you ask to get to know him.
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█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █hey batta batta
３０％ ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅhey batta |
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 4:18 pm
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「 THE NIGHT KING 」 xxx「 NOBLE OF THE COURT 」 xxx「 LORD'S PEROGATIVE 」 xxx
swingswi➟ THE NIGHT KING ;
( major noble power ) Thorne now has control over and the ability to shift at will into his night king form. His wings give him access to sustained flight, and his antlers, unfortunately, have the strange illusory appearance of a fragmented night sky, giving off a very soft glow that shifts and changes. In fact, Thorne now finds it more strenuous to stay in his normal form and will often become like this in private or at night due to the feeling of control and power that it gives him.
swingswi➟ AND NO SHADOW TO GUIDE ME ;
( quest reward power ) thorne is no longer able to be sensed or seen by otherworldly creatures unless he chooses to be. not knowing there is someone to reveal himself to counts as choosing to be invisible. powerful characters such as the deer triplets or sunny can see him, but only if they already know he's there and expend the effort to do so. this effects weres during the full moon, and wargs whenever they are seeing through the eyes of their animal.
swingswi➟ A KING'S COMMAND ;
( minor noble power ) Thorne can influence others to his will now through vocalization of simple commands. These commands must be simple (sit, stay, speak, quiet) and difficulty increases when he encounters and tries to use it on other dreamers. This power acts as a sort of vocal hypnotism. Thorne does not strip will or thought from others by using this power, rather he imposes his will on them through vocalization to do what he bids. (Always with player consent!)
swingswi➟ WINNOW-STEP ;
( extra power ) Thorne can transport short distances at will in a manner reminiscent of teleportation (or fade step from dragon age). This appears to others as Thorne's visage stuttering from one point to the next, a lot like a glitching image. His destination must be within his natural line of sight, and cannot be a curved path. There is no ability to maneuver around things using this ability, it must be a straight shot through without barriers such as walls, and will drain him after more than a few uses in a short period of time.
swingswi➟ SHADOW SCRYING ;
( extra power ) Thorne can scry into different locations in Ashdown and Other Ashdown through the use of shadows for a limited amount of time. It's easier for him to scry into Other Ashdown, and he can only do it when he is focused on a specific search parameter, such as where a person is, or where something came from, which narrows the pool of shadows he can see out from to those connected to the search parameter itself. Scrying through use of shadows has two major drawbacks on Thorne - the first is that his body is physically vulnerable during scrying sessions. The second is that scrying takes a toll on Thorne the longer he does it for, and he is disoriented for the first few minutes after coming back into his body. Without a specific set of parameters, Thorne can get lost in a scrying session, making it extremely difficult for him to come back into his body unless something physically pulls him out (ie. someone slapping him awake.) On a visual level, the longer Thorne is in a scrying session, the more the shadows actually appear to envelop his body.
swingswi➟ PAIN SPLIT ;
( riser power ) Thorne has the ability to transfer pain through physical contact from another person to himself. This ability is by no means an end-all to the pain someone is feeling, but it can mitigate the severity of it, and the pain they no longer feel is proportionate to the pain Thorne is able to take away. This ability does not heal and is only temporary. Please. Go to the hospital like a reasonable adult if you have serious injuries.
swingswi➟ SOUND THE BELLS ;
( extra power ) thorne can now differentiate between normal entrances and ones that lead into other ashdown. thorne does not use sight to do this, but sound. the closer he is to an entrance, the more clearly he can hear the rainfall of the other side, the ambient noise of other ashdown itself.
swingswi➟ ALWAYS ON KEY ;
( minor noble power ) Thorne can always hit the right note. He is never off-key and his voice never breaks or cracks even when he is two inches from death itself (read: the flu), and it probably pisses a lot of people off.
swingswi➟ DISAPPEARING ACT ;
( dreamer power ) There's always an escape route when Thorne really needs to get out. Whether it's an open path to the door, a cracked window, or a useful little fire escape, Thorne is always able to wriggle out of a situation. No matter the fall damage involved.
swingswi➟ LIGHT 'EM UP ;
( event roll power ) You can summon a tiny floating ball of light. This light lasts for however long you need it.
swingswi➟ BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMIST ;
( meta favor power ) holy s**t. you smell incredible. alternatively: thorne always smells really good. like a walking amortentia potion.
swingswi➟ CLAWS ;
( bonus meta roll power ) You have claws now. All of your nails are tough enough to tear fabric and leave pretty decent scratches on flesh. This includes your toenails.
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █hey batta batta
４０％ ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅhey batta |
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 11:09 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 5:04 pm
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▌ALEKSY SPEKTOR ◞ relationship
thorne's odd, enigmatic florist. his loyalty is steel, even though he is constantly terrorizing aleksy on animal crossing. he would probably drop a small child if aleksy needed him for something, and is still vying to get aleksy to model fully for him sometime.
▌SHILOH BEAUMONT ◞ tiny #brother
something like a pseudo-younger brother that thorne formed a relationship with over art supplies and crying a lot. he currently hijacks shiloh with the promise of food and spends hours driving around with him in the car eating junk food and complaining about pedestrians.
▌JEREMIAH MERCER ◞ surly grandad
surly detective grandad who only likes his tea bitter and gets texts from thorne at 3AM. thorne can dig it. he's pretty sure that jeremiah has an answer for everything and a dirty past.
▌CHRISTOPHER WATTS ◞ co-dad
their first real conversation happened at 3AM over cupcakes. thorne likes him. together, they do very dad-level things and achieve even higher level dad jokes. thorne loves him a lot.
▌JAMIE DELACROIX ◞ tiny #brother 2
he's tiny and thorne will protect him at all costs.
▌CHELSEA CRAFT ◞ ???friend???
they took shots together at his apartment at like 3AM after talking about shitty music in clubs so thorne considers her a friend??? thing??
▌LEILA TOWNHOME ◞ icecream mom friend
he shows up at her house at like, butt a** AM in the morning for icecream and that works somehow.
▌MAMA EVE ◞ icecream mom friend x2
leila's wife, co-mom, and all around nice person??
▌ALOIS SHOLZ ◞ ???roommate???
his new? roommate??? this guy likes dead things and not sleeping or eating anything that isn't out of a can and thorne isn't sure how this is supposed to work but what the ******** ever. at least he has someone to call whenever he finds roadkill that isn't shiloh.
▌ALGIE GRANDAD BOOK MENACE I FORGOT HIS LAST NAME ◞ grandad #2
thorne hasn't met him yet but all he knows is that algie only responds to texts involving cupcakes so now there is always a cupcake in his texts.
▌NATHANIEL PARRISH ◞ plant friend
thorne has only met him once, and not in the best of circumstances. he seems like a nice enough kid.
▌SHUN BUN ◞ detective boy
sparring partner and strange acquaintance. thorne thinks he's alright, especially when throwing his punches.
▌CAM RYLAN ◞ acquaintance.
thorne's not sure they were ever dating, and the fact that his double was the one to break off ties is awkward. thorne still respects ry though.
▌LUCAS REIS ◞ ex-boyfriend
▌AUTUMN SMITH ◞ hm. ok.
thorne believes her morals are skewed, and refuses to forgive her for what she's done to help save melany.
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █hey batta batta
６０％ ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅhey batta |
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 5:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 7:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 7:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 7:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 7:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 7:31 pm
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