Voluntis P. Pierce
Corvus House
Posts: 18
Age: 16
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender: Male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
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Alias: Vel
Occupation: 8th Year Student
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/153/lustrega-voluntis-proteus
Tell us About your Character: I am an eighth year student at the age of sixteen. I focus a lot on the astrological affects of time and space. Talk about time travel and I'm all over that.
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Post by Voluntis P. Pierce on Feb 5, 2017 3:53:15 GMT -5
 ¤ @open ¤ OCTOBER 26th
Things were not all right. The things that he saw, he couldn't say. Not yet. Curled up on the couch in the Corvus common room, the sixteen year old lay in the silence of early morning. Four thirty. The sleeves of his thermals were stained red, at first they appeared to say things as if they were written in a foreign language. That was until the fabric began to absorb more of the sanguine liquid. Voluntis had already reconciled with David. His father. But there were still so many more things that needed answers. Kasyn Werner.
Volu's eyes fluttered closed as he lay there in the stillness of the morning. By now he would have been at the lake rounding the corner seeing his girlfriend, but with the night he had. Taking in a deep breath he rolled to face away from the flames. Brain jogging over the faces constantly and trying to place a name to the second man. But he was coming up empty. Aristos Lethe was the one who pulled the 'trigger', but who was the second man. He was taller, much taller. Voluntis' eyes opened for a moment, blinking softly before falling closed again, the redness crept up over his shoulders and down his back. It hurt. Everything had hurt and he was completely out of dittany.
While his body quivered, Voluntis was one step closer to finding out the other guilty party. Though knowing that Lethe was the one to actually kill Werner, it weighed heavily on his mind. Considering the fact that Aristos Lethe was now currently teaching here are Beauregard. It was foreboding, something deeper was going on and Lethe was not just a teacher. What was he?
"Ammon." Voluntis rolled again, muttering in his sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 0:14:41 GMT -5
truth is a loaded gun
When her little alarm started buzzing under her pillow at 4am, Vera was sorely and painfully tempted to just turn the alarm off, but she begrudgingly pulled herself upright in her bed and rubbed angrily at the sleep fogging up her eyes. Rhett had been doing much better, and Vera was spending more time back in the dorms, but sleep was still an elusive bitch. Still, Vera had a routine and she was dead set on keeping it as much as humanly possible. Between classes, St. Mungos and the general stress, Vera had been eating like shit and not exercising like she used to it and it was affecting her mood terribly. She’d lost her temper on a poor fourth year in the library the other day, and after struggling at burning off the steam, Jasmine had gently pointed out that maybe running again would help. So last night she set her alarm, and this morning she was going running before her A.M. classes. Pulling her hair back in a tight ponytail and rubbing her hands over her face, Vera dressed herself in some winter-proof gear and made her way down to the common room. She nearly missed Voluntis laying on the couch, but when he shifted his weight to roll away from the fire she practically startled straight out of her sneakers. ”Jesus!” she gasped, clutching at her chest and exhaling sharply before the red on his sleeves started glaring at her conscious brain and demanded to be noticed. Blinking, Vera moved forward and reached forward to touch her hand on Voluntis’ shoulder; concern building to a rapid panic at the all too familiar scenario. ”Vol?!” Her hand tightened it’s grip and she shook him harder. ”VOL!”template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Voluntis P. Pierce
Corvus House
Posts: 18
Age: 16
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender: Male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
250x350 Hover Image: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b9/86/0b/b9860baba36e5a7014ffe7df7b9af7a6.jpg
Alias: Vel
Occupation: 8th Year Student
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/153/lustrega-voluntis-proteus
Tell us About your Character: I am an eighth year student at the age of sixteen. I focus a lot on the astrological affects of time and space. Talk about time travel and I'm all over that.
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Post by Voluntis P. Pierce on Feb 9, 2017 16:01:54 GMT -5
¤ @veraweatherford ¤ OCTOBER 26th
The shit that he had witnessed happened to still be playing in his thoughts and dreams. The sights of Kasyn being shot down by Aristos Lethe haunted him. It didn't help that the man that killed his girlfriend's father was teaching here at Beauregard. As much as he wanted to do something about it, he had little no evidence on Aristos, but whatever the Russian said... he needed it translated. He needed someone he trusted well enough to translate the video, but that would raise questions. How did he manage to get it? How did he manage a trip out to England on a night that should have been a school night when he was only sixteen years old? How did he manage to get this evidence. Recording date.... it wasn't going to be the same, unless his technology registered that he went back in time as well.
'Jesus!' Though he had heard Vera he was in a little too much pain to move. Sleeping it off seemed like a better idea, but that was when he could geep her touching his shoulder, pain shot through him in that instant and he gasped out a moment before supressing it.
'Vol?!' And if she would stop shaking him... 'VOL!'
"If you would stop shaking me I could turn..." He spoke quietly and once she had released her clutch on his shoulder he shifted. Turning to look up at the brunette, Vera had always been a nice girl. Pleasant too, really. Voluntis had absolutely nothing against the woman, but they hadn't really hung out too much. Aside from introductions, that and he was two years ahead of her.
"I'm fine... and very much a live." Most students were boisterous, where the Lustrega boy spoke in a very calm and quiet manner. Similar to Lestrange... or was with Whitlock now? At times Voluntis could be a little demanding, but look at who his father happened to be? Not that it was very well known. "Just because I'm bl... oh... wow okay. I am bleeding a lot more than I thought I was. Do you have any dittany?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 15:57:48 GMT -5
truth is a loaded gun
Vera exhaled when Vol responded; her eyes closing briefly as she reached her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose; her hand trembling with freshly resurrected emotions. Freed from her grasp, he moved enough on the couch to realize he was a bit more injured than he realized. She hardly opened her eyes to look at the blood again; shaking her head as if she could dislodge the panic that was flooding her senses. Adrenaline gripped at her insides and the sleepiness that had been trying to drag her back to her bed was completely dislodged. ”Do you have any dittany?”Her cerulean eyes opened to look back down at him. She didn’t, but she knew who did. ”Give me one minute,” She said as she spun away; turning and quietly jogging back up to the girl’s dorm. She was gone and back in just a few moments but when she returned she had a small vial of brown liquid in her hand. Moving to the couch, she stood near Voluntis and held it out to him without an explanation, but with questions clear in her eyes. ”Who did this to you?”If asked if she considered Voluntis a friend, Vera would honestly say no. She didn’t know him, or really anything about him except that he was extremely smart and gifted - studying his eighth year at Beauregard despite being the same age as she. And he was pleasant and kind. Vol was also one of the few people that Vera didn’t feel the need to obscure her face around when left alone in the same room. Like now. Granted she was normally found wearing a hat and glasses of some sort anyway, there wasn’t the urge now. Her instincts about him were good, and her concern for him genuine. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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