RUINAERCH

my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse.
i wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood.private & highly selective
Codie Mohren
of original loreSLOW ACTIVITY
written by king.21+ ONLY.

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DISCLAIMER

This is an independent, selective, and private roleplay blog for an original character. All original lore is of my own creation, I am not affiliated with Kaylee Bryant or any of the content she creates. Please do not take any of the lore I've created for this character and the OCs affiliated with Codie!Current affiliated OCs:
- Murphy Reed (@irafatum)
- Devon McCormick (@silencedrage)
- Jordan Halloway (@deathconjurer)
- Asdriel Barlow (@vrake)
- Kai Blackwell (@vrake)
- Declan McCormick (@withinthefallen)
- Jac Yang (@silencedrage)
- Beatrice Wen (@wiitchblood)
- London Tamaki (@wiitchblood)
- April Castle (@wiitchblood)
- Idrunia, god of literature & fate (@wiitchblood)I am heavily plotting focused. To write with me, you must plot something out with me. That doesn't mean it has to be extensive or anything, we just need a general jumping off point. No winging it!

ABOUT THE MUN

My name is King, and I’m 31 years old. I use she/her pronouns. I will only write with muns that are 21 and over, please respect this.I’ve been formally diagnosed with a myriad of mental illnesses, and am also neurodivergent. Please be patient with me and know that if I don’t respond to things immediately, it’s never you!Just a quick reminder here that out of character hate & drama will NOT be tolerated under any circumstances.

FOR PERSONAL BLOGS

Please do not reblog my original content. This includes any writing threads, drabbles, graphics, headcanon posts or any out of character posts. However, you are more than welcome to send questions about my character or send asks to chat with me out of character!

FOLLOW & INTERACTION

I only write with mutuals. Non-mutuals liking my starter calls or replying to open starters will result in a block. Please do not spam follow me or message me if I haven't followed you back or responded.I'll be unlikely to follow if there isn't at least basic information available. I always read those several times and reference them often, especially when writing with OCs.I will unfollow for spamming the dash. I like to have my dash rather clean, so this includes untagged ooc posts or just a large amount of them in general. Untagged nsfw will result in an unfollow, as well.I will not roleplay with OCs that are siblings or relatives of canon characters that haven't been established. The only exception to this rule is when it comes to people I know and trust. Under no circumstances will an exception be made for siblings or twins of Hope.

FORMATTING & MEMES

I make use of small text, bold, and italics. I won't write with people who screenshot replies and use images for their text. If you need a reply to not be small text, let me know and I'll change it for you.Feel free to use memes as an icebreaker. This absolutely includes shipping memes if you're so inclined. I'll also always use memes as a starter that you can continue, so if something strikes your fancy and you'd like to make a full blown thread out of it, please go ahead!

CALLOUTS & DRAMA

My blogs are meant to be a safe escape from my real life. I need to be able to have a place away from politics, social issues, and drama. This does not mean that I do not care about said issues, just that I’d rather not have this be the place where they are discussed.Any and all bullying or suicide baiting will result in a hard block.If something you see here makes you uncomfortable or harms you, you are more than welcome to soft or hard block me. I’m aware that I may write things that others find triggering or squicky, so please protect yourselves as best as possible! I would much prefer that everyone keep themselves safe.

ON SHIPPING

I am very open to shipping with Codie, but she has a main ship that will be the default in a verse where we're not plotting a romantic connection. However, just because I am open to shipping with her does not mean I would want to jump into a ship immediately. IC and OOC chemistry are preferred, but I’m definitely open to talking things out to see where things go!If we write a ship, if it suddenly devolves into just fluff ( or smut for that matter ), I can promise you I will lose all interest. It's nothing against you or your characters personally, I just get bored when there's no conflict or something for the characters to work towards with adversity getting in their way.

TRIGGERS & SMUT

My personal triggers are heavy mentions of religion, religious iconography, end of the world / the rapture, and things of that nature. Please tag these if we're mutuals, without censoring it, as it avoids my blacklist.Demons and possession are usually the only things that I am open to exploring so long as I have the ability to back out of it whenever possible, and this will often only be with close friends.NSFW may happen in memes, but I prefer not to write explicit smut at all on the dash and nsfw threads will solely be on DISCORD. Memes are fine, but I will not continue a nsfw meme as a thread unless it's on discord.

BLOG SAFETY

For my own mental health, I won't follow or interact with muses from the following fandoms unless I have known them for some time: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Walking Dead. I will also softblock OCs with antichrist or heavily religious (Christian-based) themes.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST

I know these are lengthy and in depth rules, but they’re there for my peace of mind and to make sure you know thoroughly what you’re getting into. Please be aware that I’m not as harsh as I come off. I understand being intimidated with newer people, and I can be as well, but please always feel free to approach me with anything. I can be slow to respond to both IMs and Discord messages, but I will always try to get around to them.If you read these and decide to not follow for whatever reason, I still wish you all the best.

MAINS

Players that are prioritized for shipping, plots, and all verse interactions. Usually added after developing OOC communications and comfort. Limit 3 per character & added by request. I will still absolutely write with other people who play these same characters!..Denotes Ship Exclusivity..
Ship exclusives are ships that have been heavily developed and discussed. Platonic relationships may still be explored with characters who I have ship exclusives with.

BLOGWIDE

EXCLUSIVES

The only version of this character that I will write with, no exceptions. These are subject to change and can be added by request, but I reserve all right to say no. Very rare & crossover only.

Basic Information

Mental Information

Physical Information

Misc. Information

Aesthetics

Before there were worshippers, there were beings of immense power. Primordial entities that roamed and inhabited the animals and flora of the world. They did not earn the name gods until much later, when the first mortal rose from the ooze that created them through an act of sheer willpower. In the hierarchy, all matter of creature was born not from the Elders and Divines, but from the lesser gods, goddesses, and spirits that gained power through worship. The sun was simply a star in the universe– but through mortal devotion, a nameless spirit began to grow in power and become one of the many gods of the sun. And with this devotion and power in names, beliefs, and will came humans who sought out power for themselves. Magic had long since been a creation, born through sacrifice and gifts, but through this magic infused with the power of sacrificial rituals– Supernatural creatures began to be created, the first of which were the Three Wolves.The first wolf to be born was what became known as the True Alpha, and their bloodline created what are the true werewolves. Though they can bite and spread the lycanthropy, only those descendant from the True Alpha are what are commonly known as pure blooded werewolves. The second wolf to be created was something of a hybrid that could only survive off of human blood and flesh. Though he tried to mimic the Alpha and spread his venom to followers, instead his bite brought forth the first signs of vampirism. The third wolf was created through a failed sacrifice and though its body was corrupted beyond recognition, it still lives to this day, being one of the many monstrosities that roam the lands, giving what's now known as dark magic to those they believe deserves it.In modern day, many of these creatures hide their natures while blending into human society or choose to stay away from it entirely. A sect of a heavily religious wolfpack that Codie Mohren was born into is one of those types to shun society, living off the land and roaming Appalachia with the seasons. Not all pure blooded wolves are religious, and nearly none are as heavy as the Mohren pack. In many other wolf circles, the Mohren pack is known as the Acolytes of Lumaen. The Acolytes have made a name for themselves with their cruel and strict rituals, teachings, and trials. These teachings fall back on the belief that only true werewolves should exist, and all other manner of creatures are abominations, and remain only to be hunted or to kill other wolves that do not share their beliefs.One of these traditions is their coming of age trial. When a member of the pack turns twelve years old, they are released into the wilds and told to survive on their own for a week. If the child does not return, they are presumed dead and unworthy to be a member of the Acolytes as their failure proves that they are not truly a member of the pack or would bring a great schism to their teachings. Many children do not return, and those that do are often scarred and ready to be fully initiated into the inner circles of the Acolytes and given a chance at both priesthood and Alpha status when they're older.As with all other children, Codie was released into the wilds with naught but a kiss on the head from her mother and well-wishes from her older half-brother. Her training prepared her for the survival, but nothing could have warned her, about the atrocities she would see. No one had told her of the true horrors in the wilds of Appalachia. Not only were there all manner of predators to hide from, but creatures she'd never heard tale of, and couldn't describe. Their forms would shift in front of her eyes, but without the sounds that often accompanied the nights of the full moon. Some bodies faded in and out of existence, and as a young child who had trained for this, she wrote it off as dehydration and hunger.One night, unable to sleep due to the cold, she began to see glimpse of pure white eyes and horns that seemed to fade in and out like many of the other creatures she'd seen in the three days prior. Staying as still as she could, and finding some ounce of bravery, she called out to it– Not a warning, not to scare it off, but to ask it to please leave her to survive the rest of her time in the wilds so she might return home to her family. Three heartbeats passed and she heard the lumbering steps approach, a blue-green mist emitting from its maw. Rows of wolf-like teeth lined its mouth, but its body was too-thin, almost emaciated.It was mostly wolf, but somehow something other– with the stag-like antlers and other bone protrusions lining its spine. Though its eyes were fully white, she could somehow sense a fondness behind them. The creature seemed more intelligent than the others she'd run from, and in her fear, she was frozen in place. The cold around them seemed to permeate through her clothing and settle deep within her bones. She shivered under its gaze and waited as it approached. In a foolish act, she held out her hand, like one might reach out to a scared dog.

It does not disappoint and lowers its giant head to sniff at the hand. The movements are slow and deliberate, and Codie watches as the mouth opens, hot saliva dripping onto her arm. It takes a deep breath, longer than any living creature should be able to, then exhales the blue-green mist onto her. The vibrant color fades into a desaturated gray, then into an inky, black smoke. The dark mist envelops her and she dares not move, in case this substance chokes her into death.Instead, she finds she can breathe easier than she has all night and closes her eyes against the comforting warmth that follows. The smoke gets thicker and thicker until she's not breathing it in, but rather it's plopping down and hissing against the cold ground. It covers her completely, a thick sludge of complete and total darkness. It burns. It freezes. She sweats and shivers at the same time, her body unable to understand what is happening to her. Through the sludge, she sees the creature bow its head, rear up on hind legs ( taller than the trees around her ) and walk with a human-like gait back into the forest.

She falls asleep that night and wakes up back in the camp to the smell of a crackling fire and roasting meat– Only she feels heavier, somehow, and her clothing feels as if it catches sometimes when she moves. Curious, she exits the tent and all eyes are on her, whispers and murmurs follow her as she goes to the water to catch a glimpse of her reflection. Her face looks normal, as does most of her body, but when she looks down at her hands, she understands what the rest of her pack seemed to see. Half of her hands were totally black, and scars stained in the same color wrapped around her forearms. Some were like the tattoos she'd seen many others wear. Others were raised scars, as if her body had been ravaged and gone through years of war. The only constant was the ragged style and pure black color.Over the next few weeks, random happenings began to follow Codie around. Her anger led to water boiling over, to fire burning too hot. Sadness and longing led to chilling winds blowing through. During moments of extreme duress, bubbling black tar would pool in her footsteps, or the one that caused the distress would somehow find themselves in an equal amount of physical pain. Her half-brother making fun of her led to him dealing with an excruciating migraine and an endless nosebleed that did not stop until he apologized to her. Not knowing what was happening, Codie tried to pray to Lumaen to give her guidance. During her prayers, her father ordered the guards of the pack to grab her and throw her into their makeshift prison.Confused and hurt, she could not control the outward explosion of magic that rendered the wolves unconscious, but it did no good. She was small, still very much a child. Her father knew exactly what was happening to her and approached her, stating calmly that she had been corrupted by the very thing they had warned about. It would be her existence that would lead to the pack's downfall and cause the schism in their order. Too young to understand the weight of his words, she cried and reached for her father, wanting him to comfort her. He refused to touch her, saying that she was unclean, but they would work tirelessly to cure her of the darkness that was warping and splitting her soul.

The next three years were the most excruciating of her life, not solely because of the physical pain she was forced to endure– but also the emotional scarring of everyone she loved and cared for turning their back on her and shunning her. It was in those moments alone that she began to realize what exactly her pack was and that the Lumaen they followed was nothing more than an ancestor. A lesser god, yes, but the wolf they worshipped held no power over them. It was that realization that broke her more fully than anything. She spent months and months trying to reconcile it in her mind, to make sense of it, even through her broken prayers, and half-whispers begging for mercy. No help came. The only constant was the harsh rule of her father, and the Acolytes breaking her body over and over again, through rituals and ceremonies that were meant to cleanse her. Each time, she only came back stronger, and her control only worsened.The last year of her time with the Acolytes was spent trying to gauge just how far they were willing to take their fear and hatred of something other, and how she could use it against them to escape. In her desperation, she did not pray to Lumaen, but rather to the monstrosity that cursed her with the magic that was tearing at her body. Immediately, she felt an acceptance and a presence, unlike her prayers and outcries to Lumaen. The presence was dark and foreboding, but the fondness she felt when she looked into its eyes comforted the anxiety. In her mind, she heard the whisper of 'tonight', and understood immediately.With the sunset, she prepared to leave the prison that had since become her home. The deafening screech was her cue. Mustering up just enough power to break the doors of her cell, she flattened it and broke her chains with simple willpower. As she left, she saw the same entity that granted her the powers with one of her pack members in its maw. Somehow, her prayer had actually been answered, but she didn't have time to dwell on what exactly that meant for her. So she ran. She ran until her feet were sore and blistered, cut and bleeding against the forest floor.With the training and knowledge that she could make it with her newfound power and patron, she traveled and survived on her own for the next three years. During those three years, she spent her time practicing the magic that is so unnatural to her body. She learned the ins and outs of the consequences and finds her limits, but never stopped pushing at them. Codie also never saw the monstrosity again, and doesn't know exactly what to call it, but she never forgot it. She left offerings to it when she travels, in the form of small little bundles of stick and bone, tied together with weeds. Every time she crafted it, she felt the fond warmth envelop her and knew she was doing something right.During that time in the forest, she worked odd jobs here and there to earn food and pay to be able to keep pushing her survival that much further along. It's only when she's eighteen that she considers settling down and not running for a while. The small town that she frequented near her main living grounds was comfortable enough and many of them already knew her as the odd girl that lived out in the forests. When she expressed interest in a job, she found one easily at one of the local restaurants: a simple meat-and-three type place that tourists would sometimes stop by on their way up further into the mountains. She settled in the apartment above the restaurant for another three years, saving money and continuing to practice– And only leaving town once a month to shift under the light of the full moon.She hides who she really is, though Codie is quite sure many of the locals know the stories about the wolves cursed by the moon. They never ask questions or pressure her. Her magic, however, is her most well-guarded secret. While folklore might tell stories of this wolf or that bloodsucker, she's sure no one has ever heard of a hybrid wolf-stag who implants the ability to do the darkest types of magic deep into one's soul. Hell, Codie was sure that magic of this type never existed before her.One full moon and a close call with her unable to get out of town fast enough before the change began to overtake her body told her that she needed to move again. With her saved money, she leaves the next day, to a city where no one would remember her face if she were to be a bit more odd than the others around her. It's at that city she's able to find an apartment, odd-end jobs, and access to more information about what, exactly, she is and what her patron might be. To keep up appearances for someone her age, she enrolls in a college, and it's there that she finally begins to find the answers she might be looking for.

MAIN CANON

Follows her canon verse, mostly takes place where she's in college and trying to find out what exactly she is and where she goes from there.00 Arc I - Set during her time in the small town, working in the restaurant and living above it.00 Arc II - Set during her time at college. This is where she meets Devon, Jordan, and Murphy, her closest friends and allies.00 Arc III - After the catastrophe that Murphy causes with losing control of her powers, and they're on the run and hiding.

HARRY POTTER

HOGWARTS - Codie was sorted into Gryffindor easily, though she tried to argue with the hat whether or not she felt as if she belonged there– Ultimately giving in and accepting the house, she finds her place easily within the house as a half-blood witch. It's only during her last year at the school that she's bitten by a wolf and tries to control her curse as best she can.POST HOGWARTS - After graduating Hogwarts, Codie goes into hiding, ashamed of what and who she is due to her curse. She tries admitting herself to St. Mungo's thinking they would have some form of cure for her, but finds nothing other than pity and hatred. She dares not return to Hogwarts or to the muggle world, so she lives on her own, afraid of the wolf that lies just beneath the surface.

__HUMAN AU __

In a human AU, Codie's trauma resides in being born into a cult compound and narrowly escaping their suicide pact and massacre by running away at the age of fifteen. She bounces around and lives on her own for some time and eventually finds a way to earn money through online sex work ( ie, photos and camming ) and uses that to pay her way through college. During her second year, she sees that her entire cult had been raided and most of her family and friends there were killed either by their own hand or the FBI.