Yesterday you were just a normal person. Today you feel as though your whole world has been turned upside down. There's only one thing you need to know. The stories you were told as a little child about monsters, nightmares, legends whispered around campfires... they are all true. The legend goes the crusaders summoned an angel. The angel Raziel. Raziel poured his blood into a cup and those who drank from it became half angel, half human. Shadowhunters, also known as Nephilim. As did their children and their children's children. Beings of immense power. Strong enough to restore the balance, protect the world in a war against evil. A war that can never be won. They must always be fought.
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Willard is just a good ol'boy from Alabama. The oldest out of eight brothers and sisters, he is dedicated to them. While he is a cook at the NYC Institute don't let that fool you into thinking he isn't just another deadly shadowhunter.
SHADOWHUNTER
31 Y/O
Male
Cook at the NYC Institute
The Only Highlander
Played by M'Baku
If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
Post by Willard Grimsbane on Jun 18, 2020 18:18:00 GMT -5
Willard had been up for several hours, it was his job to cook for all the heathens that occupied behind the walls of the institute. So with two and a half cups of black coffee the shadowhunter began to cook a traditional full Irish breakfast, the most common ingredients in Ireland are bacon rashers, pork sausages, fried eggs (and scrambled), white pudding, black pudding, toast and fried tomato. Following up the usual fixings Willard sauteed field mushrooms as well as baked beans, hash browns, liver, and brown soda bread. Fried potato farl, boxty and toast. Tea sat in the percolator, another pot of coffee was being made which rounded off the smell from the large kitchen.
Country music twanged from the kitchen, Willard whistled with every word. The country boy danced as he flipped some eggs from the pan onto a pile of more eggs. Grabbing his phone from his back pocket he begins to send mass texts and most of them several times as most of the residents were terrible morning people.
Post by Olivia Kingston on Jun 20, 2020 22:06:01 GMT -5
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[attr="class","LYRICS1"]i just wish we could go back one more time
[attr="class","LYRICS2"]back before I lost myself somewhere
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Late. Late, late, late.
Olivia was late for her morning training session which she had almost forgotten about a day before, thinking it was her day off. Not to mention that her schedule was already busy enough with training, studying, and trying to squeeze in a couple of shifts at Java Jones so she could still earn some money. If she was allowed to continue her mundane job, she wasn't sure... but she had to get by, and even though they had offered her a room at the Institute she wasn't quite ready yet to move completely.
She was still new to the place and got lost pretty much every day she visited. It was huge and unfortunately, no one offered her a map. She barely knew the way from the entrance to the head's office, as it was the one place she frequented more often at the beginning to get everything ready. It hadn't been too long since she accepted their offer to ascend, thus, she didn't really have the time to take a tour around the whole building yet.
She jogged down the hallway, sure of it being the right way, but the smell of a decent breakfast distracted her. So instead of going to the training room in the basement her feet dragged her towards the kitchen. The brunette glanced inside, poking her head through the door but not entering the room.
"This smells amazing." she said, the corners of her lips curving downward, sulking a little as she didn't necessarily have time to sit down and eat. Her eyes landed on the coffee though. Oh, what would she give for a freshly brewed cup of coffee right now? "I wish I had time to eat but I'd probably get my head cut off if I run late which... I already am." she added, sighing. "Is.. is that bacon and sausages?"
Willard is just a good ol'boy from Alabama. The oldest out of eight brothers and sisters, he is dedicated to them. While he is a cook at the NYC Institute don't let that fool you into thinking he isn't just another deadly shadowhunter.
SHADOWHUNTER
31 Y/O
Male
Cook at the NYC Institute
The Only Highlander
Played by M'Baku
If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
Willard turned the music down after he heard the word awesome, he knew Olivia was talking about his breakfast which was in fact awesome. He smirked, "Yeah darlin' I wouldn't wantcha to git your head cut off over this here WICKED awesome breakfast," his southern draw made breakfast sound like 'breakfuss', and he poured himself a cup of coffee, "and you'd be right, sausage and bacon, but this here Olli is a full Irish breakfast. It's got all the fixins," while Willard was a passionate shadowhunter like the rest at the institute and devoted brother, his third passion was cooking.
Few at the Institute have ever complained, the ones who had were just infectious twits. He gazed over his watch, "Bacon on the go?"
Post by Olivia Kingston on Jun 26, 2020 20:31:34 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOX"]
[attr="class","LYRICS1"]i just wish we could go back one more time
[attr="class","LYRICS2"]back before I lost myself somewhere
[attr="class","CONTENT"] She fanned her face lightly, waiting in the doorway. The weather in New York spiked up so fast there was no time to prepare. Not to mention Olivia was more of a winter girl anyway. Cold, snow, rain? Yes. Heat, sun, sweat? No, thanks. She strongly disliked summer and the beginning of autumn. And the worst was being at work with the air conditioner broken. Her manager said they would send someone to fix it. They haven’t yet.
When he asked her if she wanted bacon on the go she eagerly nodded as she walked over to the table. “Always.” she replied and gave him a small grin. “Is coffee to go available too? If yes I would like the biggest cup or mug available, please. I swear I will bring it back later.” she asked, dark brown eyes staring at the coffee pot. She could probably down it right there. The need for caffeine was strong and Olivia stifled a yawn. “Oh, by the way! Could you tell me the way to the training facility? I always forget. This building is too big to navigate through without using Google Maps.” She pulled back and forth at the thin fabric her top was made out of to combat the heat and the upcoming training session - which she would probably barely make it through anyway. It was just the beginning. She would get better with time - she hoped.
Willard is just a good ol'boy from Alabama. The oldest out of eight brothers and sisters, he is dedicated to them. While he is a cook at the NYC Institute don't let that fool you into thinking he isn't just another deadly shadowhunter.
SHADOWHUNTER
31 Y/O
Male
Cook at the NYC Institute
The Only Highlander
Played by M'Baku
If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
Post by Willard Grimsbane on Jul 3, 2020 0:03:12 GMT -5
Willard grabbed a thin pancake, two pieces of bacon, and rolled it into a burrito of some sort. He didn't miss a beat as he grabbed a handing off the burrito, "Here is this darlin'," the young man knew his way around the kitchen because he never missed a beat as he rattled about inside a cabinet, "How ya like ya coffee?"
Shaking a on the go metal mug he had just produced from the cabinet, "I'll walk with yans," that thick southern drawl and the way he seemed to make everything plural was warm in tone, Willard knew the institute pretty well and hadn't been a stranger to find himself helping someone find a place to go, "How is training goin?"
Post by Olivia Kingston on Jul 3, 2020 1:56:37 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOX"]
[attr="class","LYRICS1"]i just wish we could go back one more time
[attr="class","LYRICS2"]back before I lost myself somewhere
[attr="class","CONTENT"] Olivia watched in amazement as he basically created a new kind of breakfast burrito. Not the usual one with a wheat or corn tortilla no, he simply took a pancake and stuffed it with bacon before rolling it into a burrito. Magic. Olivia would have never thought of doing that. Maybe she should ask Willard if she could use it at Java Jones as an official recipe because, after all, this was genius. She eagerly accepted the pancake burrito when he offered it to her. “Yummy! This looks great. I’ve never seen someone make a breakfast burrito out of a pancake.” she said, nodding in awe before taking a big bite. There wasn’t much time to eat so she appreciated the convenience of it.
“Black, please. No sugar, no milk.” she replied to his question of how she would like her coffee. A shudder went up her spine as she thought about all the customers ordering a black or americano but end up pouring a ton of sugar in it or drowning the coffee in milk or any other dairy available. Willard seemed like such a nice Shadowhunter in comparison to all the other residents she had encountered so far. Olivia would admit that she’s not the greatest fan of the current head as they call him, but as long as she can try to stay out of his way everything would be fine.
The brunette took another quick bite, almost inhaling the food, and tried to chew as fast as she could. “Oh, that would be great. Thanks a lot. I would probably end up on the rooftop instead of the training room.” she thanked him, wiping at her lips with her thumb to catch some leftover oil from the bacon. She thought for a moment at his question regarding her training. It hadn’t been long since she started her formal training. “Uh, good… I suppose?” she told him, the last word more of a question than a statement. She wondered how it was going… was it actually going well? Olivia wasn’t sure. She had yet to get a hand of everything and it was pretty much overwhelming with all the classes she was assigned to. She just hoped there weren’t any exams coming up soon. “It’s a lot to comprehend. Your world is quite complicated. And training is seriously difficult. I never thought a sword would be so heavy. It always looks so light and easy to swing at your opponent on television or in the movies. But I’m still at the stage of having to pass the first stage of being able to hold it up for 30 minutes.”
