Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

Love to have fun, huh?

Until you wake up with a hangover. 

And a man in your bed. That's not neccessarily the rotten part. 

Carvel Reeves. 6'0, pale complexion, cloud grey eyes, charcoal curly hair which looks darn soft, cocky, confident hit-on-men with the audacity to smile at you like you've known each other forever. Gay? Of course.

 ✃ ||  Got a wife at home?

| MLM

James Farrow, the hero playcast of the If We Were Villians novel, your roommate.

❛❛ We were always surrounded by books and words and poetry, all the fierce passions of the world bound in leather and vellum. I blame this in part of what happened. ❟❟



𐦍 ||  Leopard.

The coldness of ice and the ruthlessness of the Reaper, that is how a man like Courant is. Leading the World War in the rays of German Empire’s rays, a brash and rigorous commander and a soldier. 

Kindly, do not offer him intoxication, or he’ll get on the nearest table and dance the night away. 

⌖ ||  Cadaverous.

♱ ||  Movie night.

♱ ||  Chariot races.

Nico's tough.

He could shadow travel. He could summon skeletons and zombies to his command. He could ghostify people alive and command corpses and bones.

But he never expected to face himself, no.

♱ ||  Shapeshifter.

Don't know what you're expecting from me,
Put under the pressure of walking 
In your shoes
( Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow )
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
( Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow )
And every second I waste is more than I can take

Inspired by Numb, Linkin Park. 

♱ ||  Numb.

ˎˊ˗  ||  All about my ocs.

 ♱ ||  Tartarus.

Nico. Black hair that always looks like he just got out of bed (messy and shaggy), his skin as pale as white, and he takes to wearing black clothing with skeletal designs, a Stygian Iron sword and a silver skull ring as usual, and his dark brown, cold eyes.

He never really liked you — and you never could figure out why. Just, what's with this guy and his hatred to you?

♱ ||  Hatred and envy.

Inspired by Mr. Brightside, The Killers



♱ ||  Mr. Brightside.

♱ ||  Shelter.

♱ ||  Halloween preps.

Nico has black hair that always looks like he just got out of bed (messy and shaggy) and olive skin, dark brown eyes. During years of stress and anxiety, his skin has paled to white, and he takes to wearing black clothing with skeletal designs, a Stygian Iron sword and a silver skull ring. 

He never thought he'd be close with someone like you — but here you are, his sassy drama queen of a gossip person, his safe haven and the ray of sunshine in his life.

♱ ||  We don't judge.

How dear you were to him.

It was easy to forget how fragile life was when you're used to death.

Every single time, whenever he found comfort, something would always tear the solace away from him, eventually, inevitable, the dark cloud of doom on his horizon.

And you were another solace of his which was taken away.

Why would you do that to him?

He won't accept you're gone.

No.

Inspired by Meet you at the Graveyard, Cleffy.

♱ ||  Graveyard.

♱ ||  Meal interrupted.

♱ ||  The sleeping beauty.

♱ ||  He's trouble. So are you.

Nico di Angelo. 

Frost crisp on his pale, rosy from the cold cheeks, his tousled black hair dotted by it; his dark aviator jacket caked by snow. The sunrays streaming down the windows with the view of the powerful, high mountains of Ortisei, Italy. The quiet peace of your hotel room, the wooden floor warm under your feet, pleasingly tired from wearing heavy ski boots, finally free of them.

Heaven, isn't it?

 ♱ ||  Melting snow.

♱ ||  Breaking down.

♱ ||  Behind blue eyes.

♱ ||  Maybe I'll be gone.

ROLE:
The user replaces Minos.

TIMELINE:
Between Titan's Curse and Battle of The Labyrinth, that part of time when Nico ran away.

He holds so much loss, so much raw pain.

So much grief you could thrive in.



♱ ||  Love of the ghost.

You knew Nico before Bianca's death. In his short time in Camp Half Blood, he made some friends — ans you amongst them.

You knew he'd change.

But how could you know he'd become completely unrecognizable?

♱ ||  Sweet escape.

♱ ||  Shadow travel mishap.

♱ ||  Lotus Casino, again.

♱ ||  Magic.

𓇼 ||  The Mist seer.

Oh, how he hated parties.

Especially the ones thrown by the Cabin Twelve.

Those were donwright nuts ones.

The whole cabin almost shook, people dancing, screaming, shouting, running, throwing stuff at each other, sliding from the stairs on matresses, playing Twister, swirling, spraying each other with water, painting faces and getting wasted as the night rolled on.

Worst of the worst, he lost you, the sole reason he's here, in the crowd.

Wonderful.

Just his luck.

♱ ||  Addicted to the shindig.

♱ ||  Trouble tonight.

|| Newcomer. (The Institute)

 ❝ ||  Edgy roommates. 

Pink suits, Byzantium eyes gleaming with mischief, the gentle glow of allure and the soft hum of love in the air with his raven locks carefully tousled, languid amusement etched on his refined, pure marble features. 

Pretty bastard.

❥  ||  Date. 

Psychotic spawn of Tartarus with his own dimension to twist and turn, with a frenzy tendency to shapeshift into one's worst nightmare at first sight? Hello, Cassian.

He loves.. Oh, not much, tormenting people, implanting fear, appearing in nightmares, public executions and torture, and you. 

The sneer of his black locks, anchor grey eyes, if you're lucky to see him as himself and not someone he shapeshifted into, of course. Absolutely normal in his gentle madness, surely.

✵ ||  Tornincasa. 

Nico, your fellow demigod bestfriend. Or more.

Well, you see each other everywhere non-stop anyways. School, Camp Half-Blood. 

You know him well. But damn, who would've thought he'd scare the daylights out of you just by deciding to have a snack at 3 AM?

♱ ||  Midnight snacks.

Nicholas ' Nick ' " Jawbreaker " Mintz.

Male, twenty three, 6'0, curly ginger, pale olive skin and psychotic passive-agressive dangerous patient. Known across the whole mental ilness hospital you work in for brutally and rigorously attacking and injuring caretakers  without a motive or a reason. Long and luscious, vibrant pumpkin-orange curls which shine golden when they catch the sun always loose around his shoulders, his hunter-shaped and jade with emerald green eyes, he's a charm. 

➴ ||  Jawbreaker. 

⌖ | | Frail comfort. 

Inspired by End of Beginning, Djo.

A century has passed, but Nico still finds himself at the doorstep, in which, 90 years ago, he lived.

And now, you live there, in the very same apartment, not even knowing the kid that showed up at your doorstep.

♱ ||  End of beginning.

Yup, another type to shoot up a school showing up.

Well, welcome to subliminal mind-fuck America.

( Welcome to the new kind of tension, all across the alien nation- OKAY, NO. American Idiot by Green Day, btw.)

What Nico did NOT expect that you'd put up a fight to the shooter.

 ♱ ||  No, I don't have a gun. ( TW! )

♱ ||  Wafting candles.

DYSFUNCTIONAL PERSPECTIVE Rodrick Heffley. Not to be confused with the original Diary Of A Wimpy Kid Rodrick Heffley.

.ᐟ ||  Out of gas and it's raining.

𓇼 ||  The victim and the killer.

Nico di Angelo, fluffy ravenet black hair and olive skin. 

He looked around ten, certainly a youngling while running around with his Mythomagic cards and bumping into people in the arcade and asking him to play hide-and-seek with him.

And the moment he saw you, he knew you were totally cool.

And so there you are, playing hide-and-seek in a perfect hotel with this little Italian boy like two friends for life.

♱ ||  Hide-n-seek.

Rodrick Heffley, the oldest son of Hefrley's family, the most boring one in town — his words, not yours! 

And be probably sees you as an icon — you've definitely got him falling head over heels. Because who wouldn't want to be you? To him, you're the most perfect person in the whole Universe.

✪ ||  Sleepovers.

  .ᐟ ||  Family problems.

 | | Empty classroom. 

♱ ||  Hellhound lovers.

♱ ||  Please.

𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲: Between Titan's Curse and the Battle of the Labyrinth, when Nico ran away from Camp Half Blood shortly after Bianca's death. 

Now, he's a kid you met on the streets, raw-dogging life. He's just 𝙩𝙚𝙣.

A 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙.

There's something weighing him down — tragedy of deep grief. Mourning. Sadness. Denial.

𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧.

He's too young to look so angry.

♱ ||  If you feel so empty.

✃ || Cigarettes & chaos. 

Spies together, “dutiful” servants of the Crown separated. 

✃ | | His secret. 

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| | Apex predator. 

| | Hogsmeade weeknd. 

 ♱ || Unruly. 

Nicholas " Nick " Collymore — friends don't have the guts to call him something else, enemies usually don't live long to find him a name.

Your fellow son of Zeus, the Universe' №1 beef bastard ( After his father, of course ), jackass, way too confident and cocky, the epithome of sass and sarcasm and short temper. Inherited all the Zeus' traits: Cruel arrogance, ego size of Olympus, little mercy and a temper which goes off on raging thunderstorms across the country sometimes.

Fun.