hi there ! i am elias (genesis) he/him 25+ trans guy living in the pst time zone ! i am a night shift worker full time sat-wed so i will not always be online. i do most of my roleplaying on the weekends at work. however i am around whenever i can. mutuals are always welcome to ask for my discord if they wish to plot, rp, or simply keep up with me. i am much more responsive there than on tumblr due to my schedule.

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to understand the beginning, we must start at the end. deja vu : a feeling of having already experienced the present situation. the text book definition of a sense of knowing something you haven't known before. that however is the trap : this is not deja vu. one day you wake up in an apartment seemingly fitting into a routine that feels familiar and foreign all in one.in the heart of californias great city of la you are an english teacher who enjoys rainy days by the fire and early morning bike rides. your passport says you are from maine, but you can't remember ever being there. what of your family? you supposedly cut them off, which doesn't seem all that out of place. but who they might be is something you have no idea of.in your spare time you write poetry, poetry about the snow. it's ironic you are named after a thing you cannot remember. yet you describe it so vividly it's impossible right? it gives you some pause. and why is your heart so hallow? it's been years since you loved someone, but that hole in your chest has you missing someone... someone you can't remember. you aren't sure if he.... when they become a he? is even real. what is real and not real blurs together in your complicated mind, unable to tell the difference.the only thing you can be assure of is your name is trent, and you love edgar allan poe. that is what you will cling to.

rupert trenton peacock was born in beverly hills california to wealthy socialites thaddeus and victoria peacock; he was one one of seven children. the black sheep from day one, trent knew he couldn’t be more different from his family. money was a dangerous game after all and he wanted nothing to do with material corruption. trent found his solace in other things such a literature and nature; not wanting for much else. forced into private schools growing up, he was only to attend an ivy league university lest he tarnish the family name. as it was, trent was more than happy to accept admissions to berkeley. to this day that is the only thing he would tell you his parents money was good for. trent studied english literature in university, taking a particular interest in the works of edgar allan poe.poe was a favorite of trent’s growing up and it was the young mans dream to immerse himself in gothic horror.his life would take him away from california to st. pauls minnesota where trent would meet the love of his life caitlyn fields. she was an art teacher at the high school trent worked at and the pair bonded over their love of gothic horror. everything seemed almost perfect, but alas; perfection is nothing but an illusion created by the mind. nothing good lasts forever… and in trent’s case forever came in fall of 2015monday october 12th started off like any other day. trent would go for his morning jog at 5am followed by a quick shower before preparing his breakfast smoothie. his fiancee would often join him at the table where they enjoyed light conversation before departing for the day. trent would arrive at the high school by 7am and begin sorting his lessons for the day. if there was any last minute marking to be done now would have been the time he did it. his first student of the day would arrive at 7:45, dylan was a punctual student and believed that on time was in fact early. trent and him would sometimes engage in conversation regarding the reading or perhaps a book his student had recently read. more students would arrive by 7:55 with a majority arriving at 8:10. melissa always rolled in right at 8:15 and jim always arrived at 8:30. no matter how many phone calls to the sixteen year olds parents he just couldn’t be on time.it was only the start of the semester and trent already knew his students inside and out. he had a reputation for being one of the most laid back teachers in the school, most got along with him and vice versa. his lessons were engaging and more of a discussion rather than boring read outs and powerpoint slides. trent believed fully in passion and intelligent conversation and never deterred from discussing the negative. he believed everyone had a right to voice their opinions, unless said opinion was hatred; that was something he would never tolerate.he left the building at 7pm after spending two hours with the drama students. this year’s spring play was midsummer night's dream and he had been kindly asked on as a consultant, being the schools most esteemed english teacher. normally his days ended at 5pm after he finished private tutoring. trent would then go to his car and make the fifteen-minute drive home. unfortunately on this day the english teacher encountered a flat tire. it was a nice day so rather than wait for a mechanic, he decided to make the walk home instead; it wasn’t far after all. given the time of year it was pitch black as he made his way home, which made it all the more easy for his impending attackers.a block away from his house the van pulled up to the sidewalk. it was dark in color blending easily into the background street lights. before trent had a chance to scream he was grabbed from behind and dragged inside. a few seconds later he felt pinch in his arm and everything went black.

when trent regained consciousness he found himself in a very brightly lit room. the walls were padded in white with a single mirror? (probably one way glass) in the center of the far wall. attempting to get up, he became conscious of his restraints. trent was strapped down to a small bunk his clothes discarded and replaced with a black cotton shirt and cloth pants in the same color. the heat was the most uncomfortable thing in the room however, the english teacher found himself sweating profusely. he began to pull and shake in his restraints desperately trying to free himself. when nothing budged it only made him try harder, now screaming for help. his throat was dry his eyes stung and his stomach ached and he had no idea where he was. after what felt like an eternity the door opened.a blonde woman clad in a dark navy suit came into the room and rather aggressively offered him a glass of water. trent just stared at it, unable to move his hands. as if realizing his dilemma the blonde woman reached under the bunk and grabbed a funnel with a tub attached. with no care for his comfort she roughly shoved the tube in his mouth and began to pour the water. trent was glad he had fast reflexes or he might not have remembered to swallow. all too soon the water supply stopped and the tube was yanked from his mouth. it was quickly shoved back under the bed before the woman once more made eye contact, the picture of disdain.she introduced herself as agent shelby waters of the cia and welcomed a jude walsh to the facility. trent had uttered his confusion and insisted they had gotten the wrong person. jude walsh jr was well known for his tricks agent waters reiterated, so naturally she didn’t have time for his games. she further explained how the events of the evening were going to go as trent once more tried to get out of his restraints. he stopped however when threatened with sedation once more. ricky had been and informant for an undercover mission who went rouge and tried to betray his team. needing the information extracted and have ricky remain on their side, he was labeled a perfect candidate for the new project of special agent andrew price.tomorrow jude would wake up in a room much like this one, unrestrained and with no recollection of todays events. in fact, he wouldn’t remember anything at all. he would be a blank slate uploaded with a new identity, a better identity. once more trent pleaded with the woman that he was only a mere english teacher from california but once more his words fell on deaf ears. two men stormed into the room and began to remove the restraints on the bed. as soon as he was free trent used the opportunity to knee one of them in the face, tumbling off the bed and landing in a heep on the floor. he had no chance to run before the other man was on him pinning him to the padded white floor. waters appeared over top of him with a look of disappointment and a syringe heading for his arm. his mouth was covered before he could let out a scream and once more he saw darkness.this time when he woke up he was no longer restrained but his legs were heavy and his arm’s wouldn’t move. he was too tired to even scream. he wasn’t alone this time though, there was a man with bright blue eyes and dark hair looking back at him. he introduced himself as andrew price the creator of the machine behind him. as he began explaining the process trent felt tears well in his eyes as he prayed for a god out there to save him. andrew had looked at him right then with a strange look of sympathy which only served to stress trent more. his vitals were taken in silence, with a pregnant pause on his finger prints. yes, that would save him surely. the finger prints wouldn’t match and trent could go home and go free. only that didn’t happen. andrew continued the short rest of the examination before attaching the wires on this temples. they locked eyes after and trents pleaded for mercy, but all he got was a gaze of remorse and if he listened closely there was barely there “i’m sorry.”his last saving chance then stepped behind a booth and flipped a switch. the last thing rupert trenton peacock would remember was white hot pain before everything he was disappeared into nothing but a memory.

liam st james woke up feeling a little foggy. the last thing he remembered was blinding white light and pain. he wasn’t in pain though, just disoriented. waters was there to greet him upon awakening, congratulating him on his rather successful undercover operation. it was all coming back now, the underground terrorist organization that liam had spent two years working on bringing down. now finally he could rest for some time. at once he wanted to return home to glendale and ease back into some normalcy but waters informed him he was not ready for that just yet. he had apparently been in his coma for three days and would have to be rehabilitated here in the texas desert before going home. he was taken to meet his psychiatrist andrew price who was successful in healing some gaps in his brain he had been told. as they shook hands something oddly familiar was felt in their touch, but it was not something trent could place.every day liam would go see andrew where they would discuss his mental state and his adaption to his new life. two years deep undercover was certainly no joke and liam had spent a long time as a falsified person, it would do things to anyone’s brain. that was no trouble for liam though, for he recalled everything with clarity and could certainly know the differences between him and his undercover. what he couldn’t understand was that andrew was so familiar to him. prior to waking up in the facility liam had never spoken to waters and andrew before in his life, so he couldn’t understand why he was experiencing this odd sensation of deja vu. his psychiatrist looked at him regrettably the three times they met and simply said perhaps he reminded liam of someone he once knew.the dreams has started on the fourth day. pain as if he had never known coursed through his mind in a blinding flash. he wondered if they were memories of his time undercover but liam could make out nothing but odd blobs of color, true chaos in his sight. he started crying as he sat up with a start begging whoever was hurting him to stop. moments later his door opened and andrew came in a look of concern on his face. liam’s alarm band had gone off and he had come to check him out. liam remained there crying as he felt a strong hand rub circles into his back. there was a tightness in his chest, but that quickly melted away into a warmth. it was the familiarity again tugging at his heart strings.this happened twice more before andrew decided to move his bed into liam’s quarters. he would soothe the other man into a calm state and they would discuss the dreams during liam’s therapy. this went on for two weeks before the dreams stopped all together. they never reached a conclusion on the cause of them in therapy and with the abrupt stop, andrew would just diagnose it as an after effect of the memory repair process. just to be save liam would stay another week in the facility and andrew in his room.after a week of no traumatic effects liam was cleared to return to his home in glendale. his psychiatrist assured him he could call him anytime if anything started happening again. liam flew home in a private plane anxious to get back to normalcy. everything was how he remembered it. the sights and smells wrapping him in a blanket of comfort and ease. but why did it feel slightly off? why did it feel foreign even though he knew it all? perhaps he was still recovering from his ordeal and things would have gotten better with time. all he had to do was relax.

things improved tenfold after that first day and liam found himself feeling right as rain in his old life. he went out and enjoyed life, enjoyed his well deserved time off. his afternoons were spent on his terrace catching some sunlight and doing some light reading. it was all around simple but after two years in hell, liam deserved it. it was two weeks of pure bliss before the nightmares started again.the images were more intense this time. he was clutching someone’s hand while dangling over the edge of a cliff. he could feel the fear his dream self was experiencing, it felt so real. darkness suddenly surrounded the image and stars began to dance before his eyes. that white hot blinding pain returned as liam lost grip on the hand of his savior plummeting to his death. he awoke with a start shaking and crying in pure confusion. thankfully he was aware enough to reach for his phone and call the one person he knew who could stop this. it was three hours ahead in new york where andrew lived, meaning it was the middle of the night there. he had truly not expected the phone call to be answered at all, let alone as fast as it did. the familiar soothing voice in his ear liam was able to calm his heart rate almost instantaneously. they talked for two hours on the phone about liam's dream and his adjusting back home. he never remembers feeling so calm in his life.they talked everyday after that, even if liam didn’t have a nightmare. the nightmare was recurring but dwindled by the day as the pair analyzed it’s meaning together. when it was a normal day they just talked like old friends enjoying the other's company. in december liam got an email from shelby waters requesting his presence in texas in the new year if he should feel ready for it. that night he told andrew about it, his fears and his worries returning to work once more. it was during that conversation he told the other man that he was the only person liam felt truly safe around these days. on impulse andrew invited him to spend christmas with him in new york. liam had never seen snow before and recalling it was a dream of his to do so, he happily accepted.it went as well as any cliche love story goes. liam arrived at the airport anxious and full of butterflies with andrew waiting for him with a smile and an eagerness to hold the others hand but refraining from doing so. he was taken on a tour of the city being dragged all around to various shows and museums but liam was more focused on the white fluffy blanket covering the lamp light streets. it was unlike anything he had ever seen before, truly amazing how he had lived this long without seeing it in person. it was in the snow that they solidified their fate. the night air blowing in their faces as the snow began to fall, new flakes covering the ground. liam wasn’t sure who leaned in first but decided quite quickly it didn’t matter.the feeling of deja vu was overwhelming as the pair kissed in the middle of the manhattan sidewalk oblivious to the world around them. it was like coming home, as the background exploded in bright colors all around them. it was real. it was hope. it was- and suddenly it all came back, crashing into liam’s head like a freight train.he was transported to that day on the cliff once more, only this time, he could see who’s hand he was holding. andrew. the pure panic on his face is indescribable. and then it happens, his hand slips and he falls. down, down, down to his doom. the last thing he hears before hitting the ground is,“jude.”and then li- jude opened his eyes staring right into those crystal blue orbs he loved so much.“andy. i remember.”

De carne animata corpora quaeritis. Summus sit, morbo vel maleficia? De Apocalypsi undead dictum mauris. Hi mortuis soulless creaturas, imo monstra adventus vultus comedat cerebella viventium. Qui offenderit rapto, terribilem incessu.

now here we are, come full circle. a life stolen from you, unable to stop it from happening. all you could do is watch in horror as it is ripped from you. your life will never be your own, and parts of it will always belong to the man with blue eyes who sometimes shows up in your dreams.your essence remains, but you are but a shell of your former self. shy, reserved, far from the person you used to be. and this person you will never know, for he has been mangled and ripped and put back together with no real care.you'll have to make new memories, going through life and looking ahead. you can no longer dwell in a past that is just out of reach. perhaps you will finally get to see the snow and remember it. maybe just maybe, it will bring you back to yourself. maybe, it will make you feel whole again. like a person. and maybe you aren't broken.only time will tell.

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VERSE SUBTITLE               Hi mortuis soulless creaturas, imo monstra adventus vultus comedat cerebella viventium. Qui offenderit rapto, terribilem incessu. The voodoo sacerdos suscitat mortuos comedere carnem. Search for solum oculi eorum defunctis cerebro. Nescio an Undead zombies. Sicut malus movie horror.

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