i. introductions

Cross fandoms are welcome, I love au’s. I love rping in general honestly, I’ve been doing it for ~seven years now– it’s been a long time, okay ?? I track the tag ‘jerseytrcsh’ so if you want to leave something for me, I’ll find it there!

For more about Kavinsky, please feel free to have a flick through the headcanons tag, or if you want any aspect of his characterization explained, feel free to drop me an ask.

I've no affiliation with Maggie Stiefvater ( & like i don't really want to tbh ) or Ash Stymest ( who I use as Kavinsky's main fc ).

ii. following / unfollowing

I will unfollow for certain reasons, the main one’s summed up are: god modding, forcing ships, or if you haven’t been active for more than two weeks ( unless we’ve talked or I know you’re hiatus’d ).

I will aslo not follow if you are a personal blog, self - insert, or play a child - of character, this is nothing against you, it's just a personal preference guy.

iii. asks / threads

If a thread goes without a reply from you for more than a month, it will be put on the back burner until you reply, and if another month or so passes without reply, i will drop it. the only real exceptions to this are if i’ve talked to you and know you’re unavailable/lack muse/on hiatus or if it’s waiting on my reply.

Any asks that go against my rules will go unanswered and will be deleted, if i am uncomfortable with answering something, that will also be unanswered and deleted. if you continuously send things in that go against my rules you will first get a friendly warning to please stop and if it happens again after that, you will be blocked.

If you ever see me replying to things and not you, it’s either because I’m getting to it, simply don’t have muse for that thread at the moment, or have missed a post. So please, please, feel free to give me a poke at any time– but do not poke excessively.

iv. nsfw content / triggers

NSFW content will appear on this blog a lot. Kavinsky is very active sexually, as well as being a sociopath, drug addict, gang leader, and a racing fiend. His past is full of loss and abuse ( physical & psychological ) and he's just very fucked up to put it simply, so like it's very safe to say this blog is 18+. i tag most triggers as content warnings– example: #daddy kink cw, #abuse cw

Mun and muse 18+. I will not rp anything nsfw or anything that could be classed as NC-17 with anyone under 18 — and, honestly, I’d really rather not rp with anyone under the age of 18, even in a non-nsfw thread, because lately I’ve been seeing more underage roleplayers say ‘under 18 but okay with smut’ and ‘Mun is under 18, smut at your own risk’, and both are absolutely unacceptable. If you can’t respect my safety by lying about your age or saying ‘it’s okay’, then you don’t get my respect in any form— that’s harsh, but it’s true

I am stating, quite clearly, that— Subject matter that can/will be posted here may not suitable to be viewed by people who are under the age of 18.

v. roleplaying

I roleplay any length, ranging from novella to simple conversations with few sentences. As cliché as it's going to sound, I look for quality, not quantity. However, I find it kinda rude when I write someone a great ( and long ) starter and only receive half the length, or less, as a reply. I will always try to match your length, more or less, and I would appreciate if you did the same.

vi. relationships

vii. exclusivity / selectivity

This blog is also private and selective, which means that I will only write with mutuals. All the starter calls, plotting calls, open starters and other manner of interactions are reserved for my mutuals as well, unless stated otherwise. However, non-mutuals can always send me MEMES and out of character questions.

viii. ooc

Last but not the least, I'm Rachel, I'm 23 years young ( so all of you who rightly have the rule of not roleplaying graphic themes with minors may rest easy ), and I'm a slow, slow, word-vomit-y, angst loving cis female. My Skype is always accesible to MUTUALS, all you need to do is ask.

• v. i become alive.
  
  main / canon divergent timeline !

  he was ALIVE. he pulled that dragon out so he would finally be at peace. but he was alive. he was alive with ronan lynch standing over him & he was TERRIFIED & he was amazed. the dragon coughed & spit fire before letting out a great screech— a sound like metal scraping across metal— & crashing to the ground. his fourth was ruined, his kingdom in shambles. he disappeared into the throngs of inebriated kids & sent lynch five little words:

  see you in the streets
  
  
  v. boo bitch.
  
  ghost ! kavinsky

  he was not expecting THIS. he wanted peace, that's all, & yet, he's ended up here; cold & hollow & faded. his blood soaked into the grass, his soul was absorbed into the ley line, another greywarren pulled into the emptiness of limbo. he wasn't joseph kavinsky anymore. he wasn't anything anymore, just scoorched lungs & empty bones.

• v. my city is fatal.
  
  dc / arkham verse

  joey kavinsky was going to be KING of gotham city— his father was already making his way up to being the most notorious gangster the city had seen in a long time. he was going to follow in those bloody footsteps, but stefan kavinsky wasn't going to live with his son surpassing him. the boy should have died, but he ended up on top of his father, blood dripping from his hands as he stabbed him, over & over & over. he was fourteen, young enough to stay out of prison but not the dark children's ward nestled in the bowels of arkham asylum.
  
  
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BASIC INFORMATION

NICKNAME: kavinsky, k, formerly joey

AGE: 17-19 ( main verse )

BIRTH DATE: december 25

ETHNICITY: french - bulgarian

SEX: male

GENDER: cis male

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic ( 100% leans more towards aromantic tbh )

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: omnisexual

RELIGION: athiest, raised orthodox

SPOKEN LANGUAGE: bulgarian, french, english, spanish, & russian

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: this bougie - ass bitch lives in the family ( read: his mother's ) mansion & nine times out of ten, is usually the only one occupying the terribly vast space.

OCCUPATION: #thuglife tbh

RELATIONS

PARENTS: stefan kavinsky ( deceased ) & simone kavinsky, née le roy

SIBLINGS: n/a

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: verse dependent. notable: prokopenko, ronan lynch

CHILDREN: n/a

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR: brunet

HEIGHT: 5'10"

BODY BUILD: small af ( it's the drugs )

TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: tongue & both ears are pierced, belly button was pierced until being ripped out in a fight.

SCARS: cigarette burns & track marks in the crooks of his arms, keeps fuck - up fresh carved on his hip, has a cut running from one side of his lower abdomen to the other from when his father tried to kill him

NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: literal trash king ( u can smell it on him trust me ), the almost always heavy - lidded, dark eyes

PHOBIAS / DISORDERS

MENTAL DISORDERS: bipolar, sociopath

WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: battled ( & still is ) with severe depression as a child due to abuse from his father. this was later on discovered to be early stages of bipolar disorder. was taking risperdal for a while ( which helped with the psychotic tendencies ) & then stopped taking it after the death of his father. hasn't been classified as a sociopath 'officially' but like... he's a sociopath, guy

PHYSICAL DISORDERS: celiac disease

WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED: he was itty bitty when this came to light & has been on a mostly - healthy diet since his childhood. his diet is probably the healthiest thing about him honestly & despite being both an addict & an alcoholic, he's pretty good at avoiding things that will fuck up his stomach.

PERSONALITY

LIKES: cars, drugs, sex, horror movies, old cartoons, pretty things he can use as arm candy & then dispose of

DISLIKES: being rejected, fun ruiners ( i.e. dick gansey iii ), cheap shit, country music

DISPOSITION: all you need to know is that every single part of joseph kavinsky screams TROUBLE & he'll pull you in & eat you alive & feel no remorse if you aren't careful

EXTRAS: has an extreme difficulty when it comes to expressing feelings, probably killed his father, definitely crazy

BIOGRAPHY

      the sun - dappled, peaceful hallways of the kavinsky home in princeton, new jersey were lavish & chic & usually smelled of mrs. kavinsky's favorite perfumes. wide - eyed joseph would roam the halls after slipping his nannies, leaving his fingerprints on the stainless steel appliances of the kitchen & scuff marks on the marble floors. he made it his own kingdom, a place he could rule in peace & he learned to stay away from where his father ruled early on, having had one too many angry slurs or heavy fists slung in his direction.

      his mother— simone le roy, as she insists now— was a french - american broadway actress, aspiring for the big screen but always seeming to fall into the bottom of a bottle at the end of the day. she had a thing for bad boys & older men. stefan kavinsky fit both descriptions to a t. joseph was kind of a mistake, at least.. he wasn't planned. that didn't mean she didn't love him, he was like her, she knew it the moment he was handed to her. his father felt.. DIFFERENTLY. joey was not what he wanted in a son— the boy spent too much time with his mother, too much time playing with that damn prokopenko kid. he was not what stefan kavinsky had wanted at all.

      stefan kavinsky was not the father joseph kavinsky— poor, tormented prince of new jersey— had wanted, either. the discord was palpable in the kavinsky home, but only if you were there as often as someone like constantin prokopenko was. he was joey's safety blanket, his shield, the stupid kid who'd always stand on joseph's side despite him being the cause of trouble most occasions. they were inseparable.

      he went to private school on private school, his attitude & moods getting worse & worse the more he had to suffer his father in silence. he began losing interest, started acting out— it was the CARS that got him, beautiful & fierce & just BEGGING to be taken out for a spin. they called to him, they haunted his dreams & they always would.

      then it happened. he was maybe 12, could have been 13. he was probably younger. he can't exactly remember what year, but he knows it was his christmas eve— the day before his birthday. he finally took one of the old model charger's out & he TOTALLED it, walked away with barely a scratch. he had felt so fucking ALIVE, so damn happy for once. he wanted to do it again & again & again. he hitched it home, shaking through the door from the adrenaline alone, & came face - to - face with his father, all six - foot - three & angry & intimidating.

      he couldn't stop it.

      the pain was unbearable. it was like nothing he had ever felt before, the blade caught the soft part of his stomach & plunged, ripped a jagged tear right through him. he was definitely supposed to die that night & for some UNGODLY reason, he didn't. instead, he spent three weeks in the hospital. his father paid everyone off. sometimes his mother visited. most of the time it was just prokopenko who was curled up on the hospital bed next to him.

      he spent his time dreaming.

      joey went to joseph went to just kavinsky. he wasn't the same. stealing his daddy's cars became a habit he couldn't kick, along with chain - smoking & getting into fist fights. he was nothing but bloody knuckles & shaking limbs, refusing to leave bed for days, not even for proko. he spent his time sleeping, his dreams became a safe - haven.

      his ability reared it's head the following november. it was small, the first time. he'd fed off the rush of it though, the mystery of it all. how unusual he had become. how odd. he thought of how powerful he could be— how he could be so much better than his father had ever been. he thought of how CRUEL he could become. his nightmares became opportunities in which he could practice living without a heart. he became this twisted thing, made of thorns & gasoline, fire dripping from his tongue.

      it can be neither confirmed or denied concerning the matter of stefan kavinsky's death being an act of pay - back or not. the heir to his throne had been conveniently off with close friends, constantin prokopenko confirmed. simone had been in new york city. he had been stabbed & then moved to one of his prized cars— an all black, 1966 chevelle ss that was in perfect working order— before being set on fire. he had an abundance of enemies, including joseph, it could have been anyone.

      simone wanted a change of scenery after that— in all actuality, she'd lost it on stage & was ruined in the broadway circle. but joseph's current version of prokopenko was an unfortunately weak boy who was close to breaking. kavinsky lost the last shred of his humanity the second he knocked the other boy down & pressed his arm to the fragile neck of his only friend in the WOLRD & pushed until he couldn't anymore. there was no trace of him, joseph dreamt a way to get rid of him, & constantin prokopenko became another face on a milk carton.

      you'll like virginia, baby, you've been through a lot. the fresh air will help.

      it did not help. they moved in february. it was cold & barren. there were no city lights, no honking horns, no familiar traffic. there was no one. he was lonely & he needed someone. so he dove into his dreams & pulled prokopenko back out with him. despite how close they'd been— how many times he'd seen the line of proko's jaw, the curve of his face, the set of his eyes— he still had trouble getting him perfect. he ruined & tore apart each copy until he got him right— a perfect, obedient, exact copy of the only person he could trust. he put hid the rest of his soul in this new prokopenko & let the darkness in him swallow him whole.

      he met ronan lynch at the end of their sophomore year at aglionby & wanted him instantly— he was everything joseph wasn't. he wanted the fire in his veins, wanted those angry eyes looking at him all the time. kavinsky hated him but he was all he could ever think about & those angry looks & tortured laugh began haunting his dream place— lurking behind abandoned cars, hiding behind rows of familiar brick buildings, running down empty city streets.