slim
destroyer
name
Anjio fallin
nicknames
jin
age
22
sexuality
bisexual
gender + pronouns
Male/he/him
godly parent
Gaea
general appearance
hair- dark brown, almost hazel, with a few golden highlights in the back. it's usually unkempt a with stray waves and a few curls thrown in the mix.
eyes- one is a dark blue, while the other is brown.
skin- his skin is lightly tanned and smooth except for his hands. His nails are filed down and his hands are calloused but strong.
build- his arms are muscular as well as the rest of him, but he isn't bulging like a bodybuilder.
skills & weaknesses
ANJIO is full of information about history, and most of the time he is not speaking to inform others but to comfort himself. Information is easily held in his mind, and he can store it as if it is a book added to the shelves, ready to be pulled out and flipped through when needed.
he hates conflict of any type as well as violence, but that doesn't mean he lets himself go unprotected. Hand-to-hand combat is something he excels at, and most times he will choose his own fists over a weapon.
the only powers anjio willingly uses are his healing powers and nature abilities. these he finds less destructive and more easily controlled. his healing can't cure poisons or mend bone, but he can restitch flesh and dull the pain. His powers over nature are usually only used for simple tasks, like growing food, but usually the children of Demeter get aggravated.
anjio's weaknesses mostly are caused because of himself. He hates his powers because of what they caused in the past, and he can't bring himself to use them to injure anyone. He is very loyal, but even if those he loved were in danger, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to use his abilities in the case he might end up hurting them. Most would see it as cowardice, but it runs much deeper than that.
personality
Anjio 's extremely quiet and distant. He had never been that social, and he couldn't start being social even now. He's had a few friends in the last who he's enjoyed being with. Mostly they sat in silence, but it was different than normal. It was more comfortable.
Of course, this was a camp for special people. Anjio watched his friends venture out. Some returned, but never the same. At least he had gotten to see them again.
He Hates being seen as the dreary kid, but he knows it's true. He gets anxiety around too many people, and nervous around those who seem more like ethereal beings than demigods.
All he really wants is to have a future with someone who understands him better than he does himself.
biography
he remembered very little of the past, or if he even had one. they came all at once, or none at all. the memories, of course. always in his sleep, and recoiling like a cat ready to pounce the next night. a panther, he would see them as. dark, always in the shadows. maybe they were the shadows. they found their way when his eyes closed, seizing his thoughts like strings and yanking them, tainting them. he woke up with the taste of dirt in his mouth and his chest heavy.
it had happened ever since he could remember. he must have been around five years old. he had been found in the Grand Canyon, perched on one of the jagged edges with a blank stare. tourists had seen him, and everyone panicked. a helicopter had to retrieve the toddler, and the area was surrounded with news reporters and police. they kept asking him where his parents were, how did he survive the steep drop with no injuries, and more importantly, what was the child-shaped hole behind him? it was no use. the boy didn’t speak, and his eyes never seemed to focus either. he was given a name and sent to an orphanage.
he screamed at night most of the time. caretakers would rush in and arouse him, but nothing seemed to stop the blood-curdling sounds that came from his lips night after night when his eyelids closed.
“what are you seeing?” they would ask.
“nothing.” the boy would reply. his voice was monotone and he’d stare at the ceiling.
“what’s so scary about..nothing?”
“her voice. she keeps telling me she’ll get me again. i don’t want to go back.” his eyes, those off-colored eyes, met theirs with a message swimming in the depths. urgency and desperation.
he stopped screaming after a while. The only sounds you heard were muffled cries and thrashing.
he was adopted when he was 14 by a professor at an esteemed university. he was an older man, who lost his wife and daughter in a car crash some years ago. he had finally decided he needed the hole in his heart filled.
he knew the boy was not what he wanted when he first saw him. he didn’t laugh and play like the other children, or argue and yell. the professor knew he was the one who needed to repair this broken child.
the professor, Malvin Fallin, taught history. he loved the subject, even going so far to make his own personal library with giant books filling the shelves. anjio liked listening to the man’s ramblings though, and Malvin was happy to know the boy was interested in at least something. he took the boy on his trips around the world, and every new city meant another trinket and more stories. egypt was anjio’s favorite, but france was next best. Malvin pointed out every landmark, told every detail about the battles fought, and said every folklore he could remember. anjio would gaze at him in awe as the man wove his stories, and Malvin would smile back and resume his tales.
it all crumbled when they finally took a trip to greece. anjio had just turned 17, and he had longed to go to greece for while. Malvin had saved the trip just for the occasion, and the boy couldn’t have been more excited.
the attacks started as soon as the plane reached the border of the country.
his dreams were no longer tied to just his sleep. He heard the voice as he gazed around the cabin, the smell of earth filling his nostrils even as he gazed outside the plane window, out in the blue sky.
he tried staying calm, but as soon as the plane touched the runway, he told Malvin he needed to go home. his brain felt like it was being split open, and he couldn’t tell reality apart from his visions. Malvin complied, and three hours later they were on their way back home. malvin was extremely worried about the boy, who was had been sweating and mumbling the entire time. he had dug his nails so far into his palms they were bleeding, and his eyes were bloodshot. when they passed over greece, the boy went slack, the tension flowing out of him. neither of them spoke about the incident, and they simply put it behind them. it wasn’t over.
anjio’s dear mother had lightened the ember she needed.
they had fought. it wasn’t over anything serious. hell, anjio couldn’t even remember what is was about.
just because he forgot didn’t mean he could take it all back.
the entire house and surrounding woods a mile around was leveled. It had happened in less than a minute, and all anjio remembered was being angry then finding himself looking up at the sky.
he stayed there for a while. long enough for the authorities and everyone else to find him. you’d think it would have been hard, but he was in the only clear spot of land right in the center. he was crying when they found him. he was sent back to the orphanage a while later.
he dreamed, but it was different. he could see, and he could breath.
she was there. warm light surrounded the room, and grass covered the ground. water trickled somewhere. her body grew from the carpet of grass, and it was decorated with flowers and her hair was ivy, her face smooth and dark as rich earth.
“your powers finally showed, my son. I’m proud.” her voice was still sickly sweet just as he remembered it, but he stood tall.
“i don’t want them.”
“you have no choice.”
“i don’t want to join you.”
she stared at him with a smile.
“who said you have to? someday, when you accidentally kill your friends and watch their blood sink into the earth, knowing you caused it because you’re just like me, you’ll come back. we're carved from the same stone, dear child."
he woke up in the middle of the night sweating. he hated how his mother had so easily pulled his fears out. it felt like she was ripping his heart out in front of him. he left the orphanage with no destination in plan. that’s when he stumbled on the camp.
his nightmares finally stopped after 12 years.
time spent at camp
6 years
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