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AnimeGenork

AnimeGenork

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EARTHBOUND.
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&&CHARACTER SHEET.
BASICS
Full Name: (self-explanatory.)
Nickname: (self-explanatory.)
Age: (18 to 22 years.)
Gender: (self-explanatory.)
Sexual Orientation: (self-explanatory.)
Country of Origin: (self-explanatory.)
Mortal Form Of: (which god/hero/etc.)
Face-Claim: (mention somewhere in CS.)

APPEARANCE
Hair Color: (self-explanatory.)
Eye Color: (self-explanatory.)
Height: (self-explanatory.)
Weight: (self-explanatory.)
Tattoos/Markings: (self-explanatory.)
Distinguishing Features: (what makes them recognizable?)

PERSONALITY
Personality: (self-explanatory.)
Strengths/Virtues: (three minimum.)
Weaknesses/Vices: (three minimum.)
Quirks: (self-explanatory.)
Likes: (five minimum.)
Dislikes: (five minimum.)
Fear: (optional.)
Desire: (optional.)
Secret: (optional.)

IN DEPTH
Theme Song: (optional.)
History: (the memories the Fates gave them/the life they've lived as a mortal.)

ACADEMICS AND POWERS
Powers: (max of 2 powers that have something to do with the character's myth/background.)
Drawbacks: (weaknesses to their powers/limitations.)
Skill: (what are they good at? max of 3. NO SUPERMANS.)
Year: (1-4.)
Major: (see "majors" tab.)
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note: separated by type of greek figure

APHRODITE revalia revalia .
APOLLO open.
ARES apolla apolla .
ARTEMIS r e i r e i .
ATHENA ShadyAce ShadyAce .
DEMETER r e i r e i .
DIONYSUS nymphadora. nymphadora. .
HADES deer deer .
HEPHAESTUS r e i r e i .
HERA revalia revalia .
HERMES nymphadora. nymphadora. .
POSEIDON nymphadora. nymphadora. .
ZEUS r e i r e i OR diwa diwa .

CALLIOPE open.
CLIO PixieDust PixieDust .
EUTERPE open.
ERATO txlos txlos .
MELPOMENE r e i r e i .
POLYHYMNIA open.
TERPISCHORE mxlly mxlly .
THALIA open.
URANIA open.

ATLAS open.
COEUS AnimeGenork AnimeGenork .
CRIUS open.
EPIMETHEUS open.
HYPERION open.
IAPETUS open.
KRONOS open.
(not to be confused with Chronos)
OCEANUS open.
PROMETHEUS open.
PHOEBE open.
RHEA PixieDust PixieDust .
THEMIS open.

AEOLUS open.
ANTHEIA open.
ARKE open.
ASCLEPIUS erosful erosful .
BOREAS open.
ERIS open.
EROS mourning star mourning star .
EUROS open.
GAIA erosful erosful .
GANYMEDE open.
HARMONIA AnimeGenork AnimeGenork .
HARPOCRATES PixieDust PixieDust .
HECATE txlos txlos .
HESTIA ShadyAce ShadyAce .
HYPNOS AnimeGenork AnimeGenork .
IRIS AnimeGenork AnimeGenork .
KHIONE deer deer .
LETHE revalia revalia .
MACARIA open.
MELINOE mourning star mourning star .
MORPHEUS nymphadora. nymphadora. .
NEMESIS nymphadora. nymphadora. .
NIKE open.
NOTOS open.
NYX revalia revalia .
OURANOS deer deer .
PAN @Lunar .
PERSEPHONE apolla apolla .
THANATOS r e i r e i .
TYCHE open.
ZEPHYRUS open.

ACHILLES open.
ATALANTA open.
BELLEROPHON open.
CYRENE open.
HERCULES mxlly mxlly .
JASON open.
MELEAGER open.
ODYSSEUS diwa diwa .
ORION open.
ORPHEUS AnimeGenork AnimeGenork .
PERSEUS AnimeGenork AnimeGenork .
PHAETHON open.
THESEUS open.

ADONIS open.
ANDROMEDA sophie. sophie. .
ARACHNE @Lunar .
ARIADNE erosful erosful .
CALYPSO erosful erosful .
CASSANDRA open.
CIRCE open.
DAEDALUS open.
ECHO open.
EURYDICE open.
HELEN OF TROY open.
HIPPOLYTA open.
ICARUS open.
MIDAS ShadyAce ShadyAce .
MEDUSA sophie. sophie. .
NARCISSUS open.
PANDORA open.
PENELOPE open.
PSYCHE Stardust Galaxy Stardust Galaxy .
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&&MAJORS.
ARTS & HUMANITIES:
↳ Art.
↳ Music.
↳ Dance.
↳ Creative Writing.
↳ English.
↳ Fashion Design.

BUSINESS & COMMUNICATIONS.
↳ Accounting.
↳ Business Administration.
↳ Economics.

EDUCATION.
↳ Education.
↳ Music Education.
↳ Early Childhood Education.

SCIENCE, TECHNOLOGY & MATHS.
↳ Mathematics.
↳ Physics.
↳ Environmental Science.
↳ Biology.
↳ Chemistry.
↳ Pre-Med.

SOCIAL SCIENCES & PSYCHOLOGY.
↳ Criminal Justice.
↳ History.
↳ Politics.
↳ Pre-Law.
↳ Psychology.
↳ Sociology.
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  • Skylie Dyer
    (Avril Lavigne)​
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    Basic Info

    Full Name: Skylie Aveline Dyer

    Nickname: Sky, Skittles, Rainbow, Rapunzel (by her father)

    Age: 19

    Birthday: November 15

    Sign: Scorpio

    Gender: Female

    Sexuality: Heterosexual

    Religion: Methodist/United Methodist

    Country of Origin: Canada

    Mortal Form Of: Iris
    ​


    Appearance

    Hair Color: Dirty Blond

    Eye Color: Dark Blue

    Height: 5'1"

    Weight: 110 lbs

    Tattoos/Markings: N/A

    Distinguishing Features: Her Signature Scowl, Her Eyeliner
    ​


    Personality

    Personality:
    Sass her, she'll sass you right back. Skylie is a live wire with a vendetta against the world. She's pessimistic, cynical, and makes sarcastic comments whenever she can. Her dry wit is often unmatched, and she's honest to a fault, as well as blunt. There is a permanent bored look on her face, a product of a boring life filled with boring people. Along with this honesty sits a deep-seated need to find real friendship, not some phony relationship like all the other teenagers in the world. If you encounter her when she's vulnerable, she'll lash out, unless you give her a reason to trust you.

    Skylie's favorite type of music is rock, and due to this, she often sits in a corner, listening to Fall Out Boy or We the Kings. She's shut herself off from the rest of the world, opening up to pretty much no one. In spite of this, she's perfectly adept at surviving situations, and if give a good enough reason, she's capable of handing out logical advice given from an objective point of view. When alone, she paints. Unlike her wardrobe, these paintings are colorful, as if reflecting something deep inside her that she doesn't want anyone else to see. Only her art teachers have ever seen them; not even her family knows.

    Love is very precious to her, as she hasn't had enough of it in her life. Unfortunately, this means she won't know it if she ever encounters it, and won't know how to handle it.

    Strengths/Virtues:
    ■ Being honest
    ■ Knowing the difference between clearly right and obviously wrong
    ■ Painting

    Weaknesses/Vices:
    ■ Doesn't have honesty filter
    ■ Her bluntness often seems harsh
    ■ Very sensitive to what people say to her

    Quirks:
    ■ Will stand in the middle of a rain shower, face tilted toward the sky
    ■ Carries around Eiffel tower keychain
    ■ Will tell you what she's thinking, if you ask

    Likes:
    ■ Painting
    ■ Rock Music
    ■ Staying Up Late
    ■ Rainbows
    ■ Skittles

    Dislikes:
    ■ Sports
    ■ Hip-Hop
    ■ Waking Up Early
    ■ Hurricanes/Tornadoes
    ■ Men, Mostly

    Fear:
    Skylie is deathly afraid of being alone for the rest of her life. The thought scares her so much that she will wake up in a cold sweat.

    Desire:
    Her most secret desire? Easy. Skylie someday hopes to see what's at the end of the rainbow. Okay, okay, she actually wants to find someone that will see her for who she is, and cherish her forever. (Yeah, it's cheesy. But can you blame her?)

    Secret:
    Skylie's boyfriend was very abusive. She never told anyone about how he'd beat her, and though they ended it, thanks to him losing interest, she still hasn't told anyone about it. She would rather not tell anyone, especially about the day he raped her when she tried to fight back.
    ​


    History

    History:
    Unicorns and rainbows. From the day she was born, Skylie was expected to fit into a stereotypical girl archetype: in love with the color pink, obsessed with princesses, and a big fan of unicorns and rainbows. But that just wasn't her style. She liked wolves and foxes, as well as black. She scoffed at all things girly and refused to wear dresses and skirts no matter how much her parents begged. Her crown was a fedora given to her by her uncle, her kingdom the forest in her backyard.

    Skylie's mother resented the fact that her daughter had no sense of fashion or even cared what she looked like. Her father, comparatively, always said, "I'm proud of you," and would ruffle her hair, causing her to give him a gap-toothed grin. She clearly favored her father, and so, her parents often fought about it. Dad would always say Mom was putting too much pressure on Skylie, while Mom would accuse Dad of brainwashing her into thinking that acting this way and never really making friends was acceptable.

    When she was seven years old, her parents divorced, with her father taking custody of her. With the absence of his wife, everything fell into disarray, until he became prone to sitting in front of the TV with a beer in hand, mumbling at the TV as if it was the cause of all his problems. Skylie saw this, and realized her father didn't care about her anymore. With Mom not around, he had no reason to defend her. Saddened by this thought, she packed up her things and walked out the door at age nine, sick and tired of being ignored.

    She lived on the streets for about four years, toughening herself on the outside while she built impenetrable walls around her heart. Instead of being simply a tomboy, she was a tomboy street urchin, willing to do anything to survive. Finally, at age thirteen, someone found her and told her that her father had died of alcohol poisoning, right on the couch where she'd left him. Of course, she'd seen this coming. It was only a matter of time. But now that she'd been found, she'd have to go with her mom.

    Life there wasn't much better. Her mother ignored her, often pretending she didn't exist unless it was absolutely necessary. Skylie lived this way for three years, until the day she turned sixteen. It was around that time she got a boyfriend named Zared (stupid name). They went out for months until he broke it off suddenly, and she retreated into herself and began painting. Shutting herself off led her to become even more of an outcast than she already, and she's lost faith that she'll ever find anyone who will actually understand her.

    Theme Song: "Because Of You" by Kelly Clarkson and "Rock Bottom" by Hailee Steinfeld ft. DNCE
    ​


    Academics and Powers

    Powers:
    Rainbows
    In especially humid weather, Skylie can make the water in the air form a rainbow, which, depending on what she asks them to, can be tangible or not. The tangible rainbows can be made into objects, but these only last a few hours at the most, or for a lot less time if they're out in the sun. Sometimes she can ask them to deliver messages for her.
    Auras
    Skylie can tell how a person's feeling by the colorful aura surrounding them. Certain colors correspond to certain emotions, but combinations are still a bit tricky for her. She chooses not to read too much into these auras that she sees, as she doesn't want to get too mixed up with people in general.

    Drawbacks:
    ■ A lack of water source/water that is frozen cannot be formed into a rainbow.
    ■ If a lot of people occupy a room, their combined auras can give Skylie a bad migraine.

    Skills:
    Alto Saxophone
    Skylie plays a mean alto saxophone, though she's never really sure what this ever has to do with anything.
    Street Smarts
    Living on the streets wasn't a complete waste. Skylie knows things about people and how to survive that normal ninteen-year-olds wouldn't know.
    Speed/Agility
    Her time on the streets also gave Skylie uncanny skill in anything gymnastic or speed-related. Even she's amazed when she does a backflip and sticks the landing.

    Year:
    Second

    Major:
    Art
    ​




    Coding by AnimeGenork AnimeGenork ​



The least her mother could've done was understand that she didn't want to wear a skirt. She hated skirts with a burning passion, almost as much as she hated the idea of unicorns and rainbows. Oh, well, at least she'd managed to swap out all the fancy dresses Mom had put in her suitcases for her usual cargo pants, tanks tops, etc. That thought continued to make Skylie smirk as she wandered around the ship. She passed many rooms that radiated with different colors, but she didn't bother go inside them. A mix of colors, plus loud noises? She was not getting a headache today.

Eventually, she made it to the front deck, where there was quite the gathering of people her age. Their auras were mixes of colors, but they kept returning to red: anger and frustration. One boy was peering down into the water anxiously, while another girl chewed out a boy for heaven knows what. Both boys were shirtless for some reason, though one was still dripping. Maybe he'd been at the pool? Whatever, all that mattered was that apparently someone had fallen in the water. Whether it was the dark-haired boy's fault or not remained to be seen. Checking that her Eiffel tower keychain was securely in her duffel bag, she dropped it with a loud thunk! and walked over to the small group.

Normally, people would ask, "What's going on?" or something else relating concern. No, Skylie instead broke in with, "Can all of you shut up? Your colors are giving me a headache." Looking over the railing into the water below, Skylie sighed. "If you guys aren't going to do anything, I guess I'll have to." Clambering onto the railing, Skylie glared down at the water. She didn't have anything against the water itself, but rather, what she'd have to do with it after fetching the girl. With a sigh, she dove into the water, trying to remember if she could swim or not.

Once in the water, Skylie looked around, searching for the girl. A little ways below her was the girl, her fiery red hair floating around her like flames. Swimming over to the girl, Skylie wrapped her arms around her waist, kicking with all her might to swim to the surface. When her head broke through the water, she adjusted her grip on the girl, slapping her lightly on the cheek to see if she'd wake up. Unfortunately, she was out cold. Damn. Turning to look up at the deck she dove from, she narrowed her eyes and focused on the water surrounding her. Slowly, water droplets lifted from the ocean, rising to the side of the ship. They swirled in the air until finally there was a rainbow ladder--or, really, a ladder made of rainbows--scaling the height of the boat.

Wrapping the girl's arms around her shoulders and hooking her legs around her waist, she gripped the ladder with one hand, noting the brightness of the sun. If she didn't hurry, the ladder would dissipate into thin air. Skylie used all her agility as a former street urchin to climb the ladder, feeling the rungs disappear as soon as her feet left them. Her eyebrows knit together in determination until finally, she'd reached the railing she had dove off of minutes before. She pulled the upper half of her body over the railing, dropping the girl rather unceremoniously onto the deck. Skylie herself somehow flipped and landed in a crouch, breathing heavily. Standing up and wringing the water out of her hair, she glanced down at the girl. Her gaze flitted up to the other people around her. "I don't know what happened, but next time, don't just stand there freaking out. Do something about it." The words came out harshly, but she meant every word she said. Sitting around doing nothing got you nowhere, especially when someone's life was on the line.

With a yawn, Skylie scratched her head. "We should either go find a nurse or doctor, or give her CPR, quick, before it's too late." Being the girl she was, Skylie would've done it, but CPR was not in her repertoire of skills. And she wasn't going to carry that girl again.
 
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[/div] [div class="content content2"] [div class=contentContainer] [div class=name] cordelia langford [/div] [div class=text] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]basics[/div] name cordelia anne langford
nickname delia, lia, della, corey. and the list goes on
age nineteen
gender cis-female
orientation heteroflexible
dob september 19th
pob born and raised in new york
form of athena, virgin goddess of wisdom and war
face claim diana silvers [div class=title]appearance[/div] hair color medium brown
eye color dark brown
height 5'9"
weight 136lbs
tattoos/markings regular ear piercings
distinguishing features n/a [div class=title]persona[/div] personality cordelia is a girl with a sharp mind and unimaginable wit. she is a classic girl who seems perfectly happy. she is playful and she smiles and laughs, and she's known to be adventurous and daring. though she is also distant and can seem apathetic and defensive, especially when things become to personal. which is not her intention, she just hates being close with people, because the only people she's truly known have treated her like something to throwaway. thus, she has a tendency to distance herself and be consistently cynical. she can be outspoken, due to her confidence in her skills and opinions, though this also means she can be hard to sway, and results in a judgmental side. when she believes something, she will not change her mind. cordelia's intelligence is a trait that outlines all of her personality and all aspects of her life. it is unlikely you'd encounter her and not realize she's smarter than the average girl. and if you get close enough, you'd realize she is no classic girl who is just happy.
virtues dedicated, intelligent, witty, confident
vices unknowingly apathetic at times, headstrong, calculating, reserved
quirks she's always wearing the ring that belonged to her father and fiddles with it when anxious; cordelia taps a pen on her head when trying to recall something; she's also always carrying a pen.
likes books, tv shows, peppermint tea, vintage everything, thrifting.
dislikes coffee, her mother and family in general, talking about family, flavored water.
desires it's simple: she wants to live a fulfilling life. one that is not like her mother's.
fears she fears failure more than anything, though being old and alone is a major fear of hers as well. [div class=title]history[/div] theme song here
biography cordelia was never meant to happen. she was a miracle child, though perhaps in the worst of ways. alice was only seventeen when she fell pregnant, and the thought of keeping the child never once crossed her mind. she planned on not even telling the father, but once the early stage abortion failed, alice was forced to share the news. and the father agreed to get rid of the child - they, as teenagers, could not physically provide for a child. and the parents of the pregnant couple agreed once they were informed. so alice went for another abortion, which again failed.

cordelia anne langford was born, to the overall dread of her family. instead of large extended families in the waiting room with twiddling, there was alice's parents, anxiously hoping for the opposite of the miracle they received. the parents begrudgingly began raising the screaming child. thus, love and affection was something rarely received. they only tended to the baby girl's minimum needs - they didn't want the death of an infant on their hands.

the teenage couple were still in love, and it resulted in them eloping. cordelia was left with her grandparents, until they tracked down the young parents, handing off the responsibilities of the baby to them, much to their dismay. the child was viewed as nothing more than a burden, and so no one ever seemed to notice her accelerated rate of learning, or her talents.

unlike everyone else, cordelia's father grew to love her. he was the only one who ever paid her any attention in between his bad habits and wife. alice, however, did not care much for her daughter. once cordelia could walk, alice left her girl at home and continued to smoke and party, dragging cordelia's father with her. and luckily, there was a kind older couple who would check on cordelia - well, cordelia would go to them when she desperately needed help. in context, everything was fine. when her father had a few moments with his daughter, she felt happy enough.

but one day, he never came home.

that night when alice returned without her husband, she threw out everything of his, in a fit of rage with painful tears. all the child had was a ring she managed to snatch and hide. cordelia was alone from then on, and all the communication she had with her mother was either caring for her when drunk, or being yelled at. she stopped asking for help from the neighbours next door, and the remainder of a child's spirit within her died with her father's departure. cordelia's childhood wasn't anything much, but from then on, her life was repetitive hell. it was a cycle she couldn't escape, and on top of that, all her godly powers seemed to do was sprinkle more pain into her life.

finally, cordelia was blessed with her eighteenth birthday. she applied exclusively to colleges that were as far away from home as she could go. she packed up her few important belongings, before stepping on a plane and never once did the thought of looking back cross her mind. [div class=title]academics + powers[/div] powers
xx → battle strategy; cordelia has innate knowledge of all the various ways a battle or war can be fought. she is a master strategist, and can pick the best plan of action. she also knows the official names for formations and strategies. without studying, she would know all about a phalanx.
xx → intuitive adaptability; cordelia, with mere touch she can learn what something is and what it is used for, as well as how to use it. this is especially effective with weapons, and she can easily seem like a well trained fighter when picking up a weapon for the first time.
drawbacks
xx → battle strategy; whenever her strategic mind powers up, there is a chance she will get a flashback. these can be from any time in the past, from a war or battle. a friend screaming as they see their friend shot, or piles of dead bodies. it affects her emotional well being more than she lets on, in fact, she doesn't even tell people she sees them. the longer she thinks of strategies, she can end up feeling pain of a stabbing or shooting.
xx → intuitive adaptability; learning a new thing via touch gives her a headache. learning anything more than a couple things gives her a debilitating migraine, more painful than most. her body also becomes physically weaker to compensate her mind becoming stronger until she sleeps.
skills
xx → intellect; cordelia's mind is her greatest power. her iq is above average, and her memory is scarily good, you'd think she has photographic memory. things don't slide by her, and she can outsmart most people.
xx → polyglot; cordelia can speak many languages. she is fluent in english, italian, french, mandarin and most recently, greek.
xx → weaving; cordelia has weaved occasionally in her spare time. she is uncannily good at it.
year second
major politics [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=tallPicture style="background-image: url('https://static1.squarespace.com/static/53caf897e4b06d1cfa9d38c9/58d01bb32e69cfc2fd0ca437/58d01bb486e6c0db163e343a/1490033592519/41459413_010_a.jpg');"][/div] [/div] [div class="content content3"] [div class=contentContainer] [div class=name] eden wheeler [/div] [div class=text] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]basics[/div] name eden mckenzie wheeler
nickname n/a
age eighteen
gender female
orientation heterosexual, bi-curious
dob august 25th
pob los angeles, california, america.
form of hestia, goddess of the home, hearth, fire and architecture
face claim china anne mcclain [div class=title]appearance[/div] hair color dark brown/black
eye color dark brown
height 5'3"
weight 117lbs
tattoos/markings she has a match on fire on her inner forearm.
distinguishing features her natural hair is extremely curly, and she has a scar on her lower back from chicken pox. [div class=title]persona[/div] personality every group has a mom friend. although, eden is that to everyone - whether she's friends with you or not. her warmth and caring attitude combine to a girl that people want to befriend and be around, as she is clearly a genuine loving soul. she seems to have an optimistic opinion and outlook on everything and nothing but herself can dampen that attitude. eden's motherly side is seen in glimpses, but only seen truly by her friends. she will sit and listen and offer advice, or support you, or just hug you when you need it and constantly look out for someone else's needs. however, her altruistic aspect can take over and override common sense - eden would put herself and her well being on the line to help even a stranger. although she is not without other faults. eden takes everything to heart, whether she should or not. this sensitivity in combination with her emotional side tends to result in negative emotions towards herself or others. and of course, she is stubborn as a mule when it comes to her opinions and it is edging on impossible to convince her to change her mind.
virtues motherly, caring, affable, optimistic
vices emotional, sensitive, overly altruistic, stubborn
quirks bites the inside of her lip all the time, though particularly when day dreaming
likes fire, being warm, her home, tea with honey, vanilla anything
dislikes coffee, chocolate, the cold, cannot stand horror films, the tendency of people to go on phones when going out instead of talking, straightening her hair (though she does it anyway).
desires she would love for her artistic career to take off, and to be a successful journalist.
fears snakes. put a snake in front of her, and her mental functions will shut down. oh, and that crippling fear of failure. above all, she fears a relapse in her cancer. [div class=title]history[/div] theme song here
biography the wheeler family joyfully welcomed their latest child to the world. eden mckenzie wheeler would be the youngest of four siblings, and adored by all of them and her parents. by all means, eden should have been the one child who grew up in a loving household and without complications.

however it seemed life was not willing to let one person slip away with a perfectly average childhood. eden grew up happily until the eve of her fourth birthday, where she fell ill. her parents didn't understand what was causing it - it was no cold, and it didn't seem to go away. finally, eden's parents chose to visit the doctor. after a couple tests, it was determined eden had leukemia.

the small girl went through some treatments with no success, and so her parents gave into chemotherapy. as this began to turn over some results, eden was allowed to go to school for the first time in her life. school was fine; eden loved to learn, but she especially enjoyed art. and unfortunately, art and writing grew to be her escape. despite having a perfect, supporting family at home, growing up with cancer in school was not easy. she was bullied for her lack of hair often.

eden virtually pulled herself through school with her art, and in early middle school the girl finally entered remission. her life included less bullying from then on, but when friends discovered her past, they tended to tread lightly around her as though she was made of glass and ready to break. eden wasn't allowed to go out, as though it would cause her cancer to come back.

still, eden grew to be a lovely young optimistic girl. but she never felt like she'd lived her life. she spent too much time in a hospital room, her parents were overprotective and her friends treated her like glass. the female is overly ready to spread her wings at university. [div class=title]academics + powers[/div] powers
xx → heat + fire manipulation; eden can control heat and fire.
xx → cooking enhancements; eden can cook a food and imbue it with her power and when eaten, it can enhance other people in certain ways. enhanced healing, strength, speed, power amplification etc.
drawbacks
xx → heat + fire manipulation; overuse of her abilities results in burns on her hands. and the hestia within her implores her to not use her powers to fight, thus it takes a considerable amount of energy to actually use them in a fight.
xx → cooking enhancements; eden has to cook the food, it can't be food she has found. thus, it can take a lot of time and energy for her to actually make them.
skills
xx → cooking; she's been baking and cooking all her life, and she's become pretty good at it.
xx → interrogation; eden isn't a detective, but being an aspiring journalist, she knows the right questions to ask.
xx → artist skills; all her life, eden has been painting and drawing. and she's pretty darn good at it.
year first
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nickname n/a
age twenty
gender male
orientation heterosexual
dob unknown. recorded as june 4th
pob born in london, raised in london and cambridge
form of midas, the king with the curse of a gold touch
face claim tom webb [div class=title]appearance[/div] hair color dark blonde, with a tinge of ginger
eye color blue
height 6'3"
weight 164lbs
tattoos/markings n/a
distinguishing features his mischievous, scheming grin [div class=title]persona[/div] personality milo enjoys getting his way. he's a conman and a trickster at heart, willing to play someone in anyway he needs. his natural charming attitude makes it quite easy for him to fuel his greedy and selfish desires. it's fair to say that if milo became the next bill gates, he would not donate his funds in the same way. whilst this all makes milo out to be a terrible person, he is known to be witty and of course, he has a way with people. paradoxically, milo is extremely understanding and compassionate to others - especially those he trusts. if you're friends, he is someone you'd go to if you needed to make a decision. he doesn't believe in wasting time in doubt, and so he trusts his gut instinct. which can be both good and bad. the male is also ambitious, often aiming higher than he can achieve in most things, whilst simultaneously being lazy. his ability to become easily jealous matches in a terribly perfect way with his competitiveness. milo seems to be a perfectly charming gentleman, until you realize he took your wallet whilst chatting.
virtues compassionate, decisive, witty, ambitious, charismatic
vices selfish, greedy, easily jealous, lazy, kleptomaniac, competitive
quirks rolls a coin through his fingers when thinking, tends to take strange routes to reach a destination - weaving between alleys and main streets, always walks.
likes stealing, beer, parkour + rock climbing, flirting
dislikes uptight people, regular routines, tea, coconut anything
desires he wants to establish a real life. not just one of conning and stealing, no matter how much he enjoys it. that's why he's here.
fears milo values freedom above anything, so he fears losing it more than anything [div class=title]history[/div] theme song here
biography parents were a luxury milo thames never knew. his name has never helped him trace them either - he was bundled with ratty blankets, in what was once a clothes basket. a torn piece of paper was adorned with the boy's name; milo. and his basket, alongside the river thames. so once a kind, elderly lady found the infant, she added thames in her own scrawled handwriting, before bringing him to the nearby orphanage she knew of, explaining the situation.

milo grew up alongside children of all ages and types, under the nuns who watched over them, both annoyingly like hawks, but lovingly like mothers. unfortunately for the nuns, milo was unlike any child they had there. he was overflowing with energy and a glint of mischievousness in his eye. he would get in trouble, both inside the orphanage, and more commonly out as he found new ways to sneak outside of the building every day.

one day, he escaped and never went back. he was seven when he slipped out of the building and was not to be found by the nuns or a responsible adult went to turn him in.

milo quickly became a boy on the streets. a street rat, really. he managed to evade police and other government services alike, albeit with a bit of help from the friends he made of the streets. despite being young, milo adapted well. being small made pick pocketing easy, and he could slide in and out of places so no one would see him. by twelve, milo was more than a seasoned veteran - many of his friends on the street came to him when they wanted something taken.

to him, london was just his big playground. but unfortunately, he grew tired of the ancient city. milo bid farewell to his friends - who were really his family, and threw a backpack over his small frame, heading down a road to anywhere. as he walked, a small truck drove by, and without a second though he jumped in the back. milo repeated this until he found himself in cambridge, which would become his teenage stomping grounds.

it was here that he truly thrived.

he continued to develop, and became a well trained thief. though perhaps his largest development was growing into a conman, which of course, puberty helped with. milo used his natural charisma and knowledge of good looks to his advantage and played people to get through his life. he became surprisingly wealthy for living on the streets, and was perhaps the most renowned kid on the streets.

for his birthday, a friend bought him a lottery ticket. little did he know he'd win, which made milo financially able to attempt to make a real living for himself. [div class=title]academics + powers[/div] powers
xx → golden touch/sense - he can, with a mere touch, transform anything into gold. and, he can sense the presence of precious metals in the earth, or around him, such as the ring on someone's finger, or a deposit of iron in a cave.
xx → gemstone/metal manipulation - the user can manipulate valuable minerals, such as gemstones and metals. His control over gold is inherently stronger than other precious resources.
drawbacks
xx → golden touch/sense - he can only transform objects temporarily, and the overall weight of the currently gold items cannot exceed 20lbs. this cap could increase with training, however. milo sometimes doesn't have control over what he transforms. this lack of control is typically induced by an unstable mind. as for his sense, it's currently more of a hunch that there is a precious watch around, and he isn't very good at identifying what he is sensing yet, and it's only within a small range.
xx → gemstone/metal manipulation - as mentioned, it takes less energy for him to manipulate gold compared to other materials. although, its more likely other materials such as iron will be more widespread, so milo can become quickly worn out.
skills
xx → lock picking; milo has an uncanny ability to pick most locks, even some of the most complex.
xx → rock climbing; milo has been an avid climber since a young age, is a seasoned veteran at all sorts of climbing - with harnesses or otherwise. and scaling buildings, though of course there's no particular reason for that.
xx → identifying goods; give him a magnifying glass and he'll easily be able to tell you what type of metal or gem something is, and if it's legitimate. he's also quite good at estimating the worth. or maybe even forget the magnifying glass.
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Sydney's thoughts were tainted; by Amaya's face and the holes maliciously torn through her body. The images were alike oil as it ravaged through an ocean of a mind; Sydney knew she'd never escape it. Holding her eyes shut as tight as she could only brought the image of hollow eyes staring through her faster. Amaya had done nothing to deserve that fate, and GAMES had reassured them nothing like this could even happen. Sydney had been ignorant for trusting them and thus she gladly let Amaya charge selflessly forward. Amaya, the girl who she would not hesitate to call her sister would now never see the sun dawn on a new day. Their bond was as strong as blood, but instead her blood was now just a stain on the floor.

She gripped tightly onto her self, her knuckles and skin white from the strain and pressure - but without it, Sydney felt she was going to crumble. Or drown. Drowning felt more plausible - she was underwater, the sounds dampened, her vision hazy, struggling to breathe. Maybe this kitchen they were hiding in would be the end of everything for her.

A vibration and ping resonated through the room, cutting their mutual silent contemplation like a warm knife to butter, and pulling Sydney out from under, just enough to breathe. Sydney watched her own hands tremble, and she could hardly focus on the message of GAMES, nor did she want to. Sydney knew now was no time to mourn, even though every bone in her protested against her own resistance. Her brain ran in all directions at once - she needed it to stay together, focused. She had to just tread the water for long enough.

Amelia was the first to speak, a catalyst for a spiral down into chaos. Sydney shrunk into the corner of the already tight room, away from the mounting confrontation. She scanned the room, the people, their faces - she felt obliged to commit them to her memory, so if anyone else suffered Amaya's fate, she would not forget them. No one deserved to be forgotten. Some she already knew better, Alex with his blazing hair and stoic expressions; Seungeun whose mouth never seemed to be shut; Sam's aloofness obscuring his brilliant mind. Then there was Evelyn and Murdoc, fleeting friends of her childhood - faces and names she vaguely knew, although not well which she already had grown to regret in the few moments of looking at them. And some she'd never encountered, like Finn, who was wrought with rage and the pink-haired Amelia. But as she studied each face, Sydney couldn't ignore the solemness etched into their features, each person slightly different, though all the same. And it pulled her violently back, back to that limp body collapsed on the floor. Tears stung her eyes as the graphic image of flesh and blood invaded her mind.

Sydney clutched Seungeun's hands in her own, "We're going to step out of this room and Amaya-" she choked on her words - the name made her chest tight, "We're going to avenge her. There's nothing else we can do, everything is already real - no matter if we're hiding away in a room or stepping out with a facade of confidence." Her eyes were apologetic, and she purposefully avoided his last question. No matter what she wanted to believe, Sydney had to speak the truth; their situation was shit. None of this was meant to happen, and their control was minimal. Was she trying to convince herself they could do something, or him? Standing, Sydney pulled Seungeun up with her, squeezing his hand one more time reassuringly.

Sydney ambled towards the cluster as Sam spoke. "They won't just hear us coming - they'll see us if we use the elevators. But I could operate them remotely." she nodded her head in Sam's direction, letting him know she was supporting his idea of the distractions, and to let him know her words were only meant for him, anyways. Sydney didn't want to get involved in the argument, even if Alex was outnumbered. The tension was palpable, and she truly thought it wouldn't be possible for them to succeed with their dysfunctional dynamic.
 
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    Persephone​
    Full Name: Elizabeth Mathers
    Nickname: Liz, Lizzie
    Age: 19
    Gender: Female
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
    Country of Origin: United States
    Mortal Form Of: Persephone
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    Hair Color: Blonde
    Eye Color: Gray-blue
    Height: 5'2
    Weight: 117lbs
    Tattoos/Markings: flowers
    Distinguishing Features: Her sweet demeanor; her eyes

    Personality: Liz is the type of girl who is always there for her friends, and even strangers on the street. She'd give the clothes off of her back to make sure someone else was covered, sacrificing herself and her dignity in the process. She doesn't mind laying herself on the line to ensure the safety and well being of others. She's a great listener and advice giver if you want it, and she will never judge someone for what they've been through/are going through. When it comes to her own secrets and feelings, she isn't as open. She'll skillfully direct the conversation to something else, not wanting to open that can of worms.

    Strengths/Virtues: acceptance; benevolence; compassionate
    Weaknesses/Vices: closed off; impulsive; prideful
    Quirks: She always has a hair tie around each of her wrists.
    Likes: animals; plants; nature; old movies; sweet tea
    Dislikes: spiders; red pens; video games; guns; alcohol
    Fear: She fears people finding out that she's not as well put together as she seems.
    Desire: She wants to be with someone who challenges her, who isn't a pushover.
    Secret: -

    History: Liz was born to a young couple struggling to make it in a small town in Oklahoma. Her mother loved her, and she supposed her father did too, though she never got the chance to ask either of them. Having a baby put a strain on their family, on their relationship. One beer a night became one case for her father, and though her mother begged him to stop drinking, he never did. The drinking and fighting got worse, and one night, he made the decision to end it for both of them. It was declared a murder suicide, and if someone hadn't heard baby Liz screaming, she might not have been found in their nice little Brownstone home.

    But they did, and she was. Liz was whisked off to foster care at three years old, and though many years have passed since then, she has horrible memories of a gunshot and her mother screaming. She doesn't open up about it, but she remembers-- and has been told stories-- of how her mother saved her by hiding her in the closet. It's easy for her to be there for others, but she hates talking about her past unless she absolutely has to.

    Theme Song: Cry Pretty

    Powers: Plant Manipulation: Liz can create, shape and manipulate plants, including wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, fruits and flowers.
    Healing: Liz can also restore someone back to optimum health-- aka heal them. From small cuts and bruises to broken limbs, she can fix it.
    Drawbacks: Both the plants she controls and the people she heals must be alive for her to control/manipulate/heal them. She cannot bring someone back from the dead. She cannot create a plant from air. Her plants are susceptible to fire, ice, and lightning elements.
    Skill:
    -Good listener/advice giver
    -Non judgemental
    -Able to see the good in everyone
    Year: 2
    Major: Psychology
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Bella eyed the envelope for another minute or two before hearing the door open. She barely flinched, though on the inside, she could feel her stomach doing flip flops. It'd been a while since she'd seen Xavier; what if he wasn't what she remembered? What if she wasn't what he remembered? Dragging her bottom lip into her mouth, she bit down, leaning forward over the counter to get a better look at who had come in.

Not Xavier, but hello.

She flashed a dimpled grin at him as he seated himself. "Hello yourself, cowboy." She nodded in his direction. He was definitely a looker, but he had that air about him that screamed trouble. So did she, for that matter, though. Before she could say more, the door opened again. Out of mere curiosity, her eyes flicked in the direction of the newcomer. She did a double take when she realized she knew him.

Shooting to a standing position, she stared at Kayden, her lower jaw hanging open some. He hadn't changed much over the years, she realized, her eyes zeroing in on his own, reflecting her own surprise back at her. But there was something else in his gaze, she saw. And when she recognized the emotion, she felt herself bristle in response.

"The fuck are you doing here?" She shot back. How original. "You're not supposed to be here." Yet there he stood, staring at her as though she'd completely ruined his life by existing.

Well, she had definitely fucked up his senior year.

Another girl entered, soft and sweet looking, and another girl after that. It was the second girl that drew Bella's attention, mostly because of the already angered look on her face. That, and the slap she administered to trouble's face. "Oh, damn." Bella leaned against the counter again. "This just got interesting."

Her eyes jerked towards the door again as another guy entered, that playboy smile lighting up his face like a christmas tree. He recognized soft and sweet, and swept her up in a hug. "See, why can't you greet me like that, instead of what the fuck are you doing here?" She shot at Kayden, her smile a tad bit playful. "It's not like I was the worst thing to ever happen to you, after all."
 
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Name: Ilya Vasiliev



Nickname(s): None



Age: 22



Gender: Male



Sexuality: Heterosexual



Mortal Form Of: Harpocrates, God of Silence



Country of Origin: Saint Petersburg, Russia

FC: Garrett Hedlund


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A.S.P.E.C.T.S



• Hair Color: Dark Brown


• Eye Color: Light Blue


• Height: 6"0


• Weight:


• Markings: A rose losing its petals. The rose is a common symbol of Harpocrates.


Appearance: Ilya is a solemn looking young man with serious, angular features and an obviously cold demeanour. His eyes seem to be the only source of light from his face and are a pale icy blue. Most of the time Ilya will let his hair grow to chin length with a few strands always tending to fall into his face. He does not like to draw attention to himself and therefore dresses in nondescript, dark clothing; usually hoodies and dark jeans and the like.



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P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y



Strengths:


• Methodical- Ilya loves knowing things are in order and methodically placed.


• Intense- Ilya believes intensely in anything he does and anyone he cares for. He will go to any and all lengths to protect and uphold justice for them.


• Protective- As stated, Ilya is a protective man and can be intimidating to those who hurt or challenge the few that are close to him.


Weaknesses:


• Too Noble- Because Ilya will not hesitate to help his friends even if it means self-sacrifice, he can be easily trapped or killed.


•Aloof- To almost everyone, Ilya shows open disinterest which can be disheartening.


• Too Private and Closed- Ilya under most circumstances will absolutely never reveal his true feelings toward anything or things about his life.


Perks:



• Valiant


• Level-headed


• Hard working


Quirks:



• Speaks very little


• Likes to speak mostly through body language


• Always wears a hoodie in any weather


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H.I.S.T.O.R.Y


Ilya was born in St Petersburg, Russia to a large family of six. He was the second eldest and often found it difficult to find his place amongst the more boisterous siblings. As a child and into his adolescence, Ilya found it almost impossible to speak to anyone outside of his immediate family. Naturally his parents and teachers were concerned, but their seemed to be nothing they could do about it.

Young Ilya began to feel rather isolated as a child and so took to amusing himself with writing. It was the best way for him to communicate and he found that he had a natural way with the written word. At least in his native language. Throughout his life, Ilya has only ever been able to speak freely around his family and closest friend Pytor, and even then he rarely has much to say.

Ilya has learned to live with this and hopes to gain something from stepping so far out of his comfort zone. Perhaps he will learn to speak his mind more.



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P.O.W.E.R.S A.N.D A.C.A.D.E.M.I.C.S



Deafening Silence- The ability to deafen anyone with 'the sound of silence'.



Silence Speaks Volumes- Ilya can interpret any form of silence between people correctly.

Year: 1
Major: Creative Writing



S.K.I.L.L.S



Story telling (only when comfortable and in Russian)

Writing

Expert in body language and Russian sign language



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L.I.K.E.S



Willow trees



Listening to others



Observing



Making Plans







D.I.S.L.I.K.E.S



Interruptions



Forced conversations



Overly friendly people



Speaking







F.E.A.R



Unknown



D.E.S.I.R.E



To be able to speak in any situation



S.E.C.R.E.T



Unknown



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Name: Eva DioGuardi/Malone
Nickname(s): Her name is plenty short enough, but close friends call her 'E' or 'Evie'
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Mortal Form Of: Rhea, Titan of the Moon, Wife of Kronos
Country of Origin: Los Angeles, California, USA
Face Claim: Megan Fox

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A.S.P.E.C.T.S

• Hair Color: Dark Brown

• Eye Color: Light Green

• Height: 5’7

• Weight:

• Tattoo(s)/Markings: A crescent moon tattoo that now mimics the phases of the moon on her left hip bone, and a winged heart on the back of her neck.

Appearance: Eva is a typical Hollywood beauty with model like looks that seem completely unapproachable and a figure that could easily get her a job as a Victoria's Secret Angel. She loves to dress in monochrome with accents of colour and outfits that leave just enough to the imagination to be a tease. In the comfort of her own home however, one can find her lounging around in sweatpants and baggy t-shirts with her hair in a messy top knot. Glamour is reserved for the public.

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Strengths:

• Passionate- Eva is a very passionate woman. She may not want to connect completely with people at first in an emotional sense but she is incredibly passionate about people and the things she loves. She oozes passion and physical presence.

• Honest- Eva has been lied to and used so much in her life that she will not deceive others if she can avoid it. She wants to hit it and quit it? She'll let you know. Whatever she thinks she says. Sometimes for the worst.[/FONT]

• Fun-loving- Fun of any kind is a distraction from her problems so naturally it is like a fuel to her.


Weaknesses:

• Hedonistic- Eva parties to excess, drinks to excess you name it. Sex, drugs and rock and roll is really not just for the musicians of the world. Eva does this to forget and for the most part it works. Until the next day...

• Addictive tendencies- Eva is an addictive personality. She can get addicted to a variety of things though not many of them good.

• Emotionally Spent- Eva craves emotional intimacy and yet has never experienced it with anyone but the man who betrayed her. She can seem very shallow because of past hurts and the barriers she puts up. To most she is that good time girl who goes through lovers like water. She wishes deep down that she wasn't.

Perks:

• Friendly

• Great at networking


• Excellent kisser


Quirks:


• Always wears cherry flavoured lip gloss


• Is obsessed with Catwoman


• Floosy

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H.I.S.T.O.R.Y


Eva Malone is a name you've more than likely heard of, though Eva is more commonly known by her stage name Eva DioGuardi. Born to a casting agent and a cinematographer in the swankiest part of Hollywood, all Eva has known from the moment she was born is show business. Eva's parents auditioned their good-looking baby girl for commercials from the age of two months old, training her for her predestined career as an actress.

By the time she was twelve she had been cast in three major feature films and landed a role as the youngest daughter Casey on a children's sitcom about an outer-space search and rescue team called The Super Troopers on the Disney Channel. Young Eva became a staple of the network essentially growing up on it. However her life was far from sunshine and roses. Though her parents pushed her into the world of show business and glamour, she had never enjoyed it. The acting itself was exhilarating, being able to become someone else for a short while, but behind the scenes she knew the world of Hollywood was a nefarious and insidious place.

At the tender age of sixteen whilst working on her first leading role in a suspense movie called 'Run', Eva met the love of her life, Director Greg Gardot, a man twenty years her senior. He was charming and sweet, respected her enough to see her as an 'actor's actor' even given her Disney background, and treated her more like a person than anyone in her line of work ever had, even more so than her parents. The young and vulnerable girl was head over heels, and would do anything he asked of her. Theirs was of course a secret romance in which he plied her with lavish gifts and all the attention and love she craved. Essentially he was grooming her and did this for three years simply so he could get her to comply to starring in more controversial adult entertainment roles once she was of age.

Upon finding this out, the young starlet was completely and utterly devastated. She had been used a lot in the industry as many were, but never to such a devious level. Feeling desolate, Eva spiralled into depression and hedonism, her career quickly following the downward spiral. At this time was when her powers began to emerge and she learned of who she really is. She is only going to university to escape the hell that is the City of Angels and regain a sense of anonymity.

Theme Song (s): Unstoppable-Sia, Are You Ready For It?- Taylor Swift

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Full Moon Lust- Like it says, Eva has the ability to control the emotions of lust on a full moon. She has no idea why or the extent of this, but she assumes that it only works on people within her vicinity. She cannot make people lust after her, just others.

Soothing Moonbeams- Eva can emit soothing moonbeams from her hands that can calm an atmosphere. She tends to use this a lot for personal gain when life is too chaotic. The beauty of the moonbeams can be hypnotising when looked at too long.

Year: 2
Major: Psychology


S.K.I.L.L.S


Acting- It is her career after all.

Networking- Networking is something she learned from her show business life. She can make fast social connections in a heartbeat.

Judo- She had to learn Judo to a professional standard when working on the film 'Run'.

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L.I.K.E.S


Making out

Alanis Morissette songs

A great party

Occasional calm


D.I.S.L.I.K.E.S


Boredom and restlessness

Being lied to or taken advantage of

Bad sexual partners

Hollywood


F.E.A.R

Being used again


D.E.S.I.R.E

To discover who she really is.

S.E.C.R.E.T

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Name: Francesca Olivia Simmons

Nickname(s): Some friends call her Fran. Her parents occasionally call her Frankie

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual, bi-curious

Mortal Form Of: Clio, Muse of History

Country of Origin: England, United Kingdom

Face Claim: Emma Watson

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A.S.P.E.C.T.S


• Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

• Eye Color: Light Brown

• Height: 5’6

• Weight:

• Markings: A scroll on her left wrist which she truly adores.


Appearance: Francesca is a pretty girl with an alluringly feminine way about her that is innocent and precocious at the same time. Her hair is rather long and tends to flick upwards at the ends and she has a very preppy and rather unadventurous fashion sense. Lots of beige and other neutral colours and a fresh-faced no makeup look. She is average height with a slim build and small brown freckles on her cheeks. A boy at school called her 'cute' once meaning it only as a compliment, but she promptly took it the wrong way, perceiving him to be 'upholding the patriarchy by reducing her to an attractiveness rating.' All this at the tender age of thirteen!


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Strengths:

• Inquisitive- Francesca sees the world as a place to learn from. She is a veracious learner and strives to better herself through knowledge and knowledge alone. She is quite the model student and would probably rather die than lose the right to education.

• Steadfast- Though close friends are few for this awkward young woman, you can be sure that she is a loyal friend with a kind nature even if she does struggle to understand non-theoretical beings like humans at times.

• Determined- Whatever it is Fran sets her heart on, you can be sure that she will achieve it to the very best of her ability, no questions asked.

Weaknesses:


• Innocent- While not in itself a weakness, the fact that it is paired with a naivety such as hers can be potentially dangerous. When people begin to appeal to her emotions rather than hard logic, she is susceptible to gullibility and wearing her heart on her sleeve. She is not good at combining logic with emotions and to her they are two separate yet necessary entities.

• Unadventurous- Francesca loves tried and true methods which makes her a bit stubborn and set in her ways. However her inherent curiosity usually overrides this tendency if the new method logically works better.

• Poorly Adjusted- Fran is very poorly adjusted due to her unusual life circumstances and abilities. She has always been isolated or openly disliked by her peers and has really only been around adults most of her life. Learning to deal with people her own age will be a challenge.


Perks:


• Curious
• Sweet and good-natured
• Hard working


Quirks:

• Very talkative when history is involved

• Loves to rant about the patriarchy

• Frumpy fashion sense


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H.I.S.T.O.R.Y


Francesca was born into a family of renowned scholars in the village of Chipping Norton near Oxfordshire. Her father Arthur a philosopher and her mother Caroline an historian. They were both ambitious and rather type A personalities and as soon as she was born, they were teaching her. The first bedtime story Francesca ever heard was War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy and that was at the tender age of two weeks old. Even then her brain was working overtime to process the information and her parents were alarmed when she recalled the entire plot complete with it's intricacies at the age of nine after not having read the story herself.

It was clear by the time she was three that she was a certified genius. She could play Mozart, paint impressionist art and recall all the numbers of pi to the twentieth decimal. She was also an expert in the history of the Russian Romanov dynasty. Her parents pushed her down the route of learning and barely thought of her social needs as a child. By the time she was thirteen she had already begun studies at Oxford University, skipping the high school years entirely, and by sixteen she was a graduate of Medieval History. Naturally friends her own age are few and far between and now that he has been invited to the university, she is apprehensive and excited to meet real peers and learn even more things.

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Eidetic Memory- The ability to learn anything from looking at it once and recall facts and figures perfectly. For example, she learned to play the piano just by watching videos of pianist Lang Lang. She also learned French just by seeing the word in her French lessons at school.

A touch of history- The ability to learn the history of any inanimate object upon touch. For instance if she touched the Bayeux Tapestry, the entire history depicted in the tapestry would become clear to her, or if she touched a photo of a 1920s couple, she would learn the entire historical context surrounding their lives. However she cannot learn the emotional and internal history of people themselves as she is not good at understanding humans at that level. She is strictly factual. 'Just the facts m'am!' is her motto.

Year: 1
Major: History

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Multilingual- Francesca taught herself Russian, Swahili and French by the age of nine. She can learn more at any time.

Researcher- Since all she has to do is skim text to learn from it, she makes for a quick and efficient researcher

Verbose- Fran is essentially a human dictionary with a profound adoration of words. She likes to speak in long and complicated sentences and will not explain unless one asks. You have been warned.

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L.I.K.E.S


Languages

Any type of book

Intelligence

Witty people


D.I.S.L.I.K.E.S


Crowded spaces

Looking foolish

Being flustered

Sentimentality


F.E.A.R

Losing the ability to learn and process new things.


D.E.S.I.R.E

To win a Nobel Prize


S.E.C.R.E.T

Fran was once propositioned by her Humanities lecturer at Oxford who she did secretly find attractive but instantly turned down.


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Name: Jada Famosa Ramirez

Nickname(s): 'Jay', 'Jade'

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Mortal Form Of: Hyppolyta, Queen of the Amazons

Country of Origin: Havana, Cuba

Face Claim: Zendaya Coleman

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• Hair Color: Dark Brown


• Eye Color: Dark Brown


• Height: 5'5


• Weight:


• Markings: None


Appearance: Jada is a vibrant individual with a warm aura, complexion and thick chocolate brown hair. Her eyes are wide and expressive, also a chocolate brown shade, Jada dresses in figure hugging clothing, always in bright colours and patterns. Hot pink and bold yellow are her favourite colours to wear. Jada also loves chunky jewellery with geometric shapes. All in all, Jada is simply colourful!



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Strengths:


• Natural Leader- Jada loves to be in charge and thrives in situations where she can lead, She is never a dictator and will listen to the opinions of others no matter how valid they are in her sight. This fact does not make her a pushover and she is able to easily weed out the helpful advice from the bitching haters and useless criticisms.

• Sociable- A product of her very social and tactile culture, Jada loves to be around others, not liking to be alone often as she is used to the hustle and bustle of an active social life.

• Protective- Jada has a bit of a 'protect the people' complex and likes to know that the people she loves and even the people she does not are safe.


Weaknesses:


• Vain- Jada is a fairly vain young woman and sometimes self-absorbed. She will not usually let this be too much of a weakness however, as she generally puts others before herself.


•Passionate- Jada can be a bit of a slave to her passions. She can become a workaholic, madly, deeply in love with something or someone or enraged easily. She never holds back her emotions. Heated arguments amongst her and her parents and siblings were frequent.

• Wears Her Heart On Her Sleeve- This goes hand in hand with the above. Though Jada uses logic a great deal, she will always lead with her emotions and is sometimes duped by them.


Perks:



• Sensual

• Sociable

• Hard working


Quirks:

• Speaks very fast when excited

• Reverts to Spanish when angered

• Always wears bright colours


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H.I.S.T.O.R.Y


Jada was the first born of the Famosa Ramirez clan. Her parents Juanita and Carlos ran a happy and stable if not wealthy home. As the eldest child she naturally took on the role of nurturer, leader and de facto role model to her for younger brothers Pablo, Jerome, Mika and Santiago. She loved the role and the noise and atmosphere of a house full of people.

From a young age, Jada had noticed the racial divide in her homeland and took an interest in politics from the age of nine. She was a gifted student, earning top grades in all her subjects and gaining a place at the best university in the country to study politics. Her true dream was to lead the progress toward racial harmony in Cuba and other countries, and to gain a prominent place in the Cuban government to make a difference. Unfortunately, her father Carlos passed away just after Jada received her acceptance letter to her university of choice, and, grief stricken, Jada refused the place. That was around the time she received the letter from N showing her heart's desire. Something inside her compelled her to take up the place offered to her, and so she left her family and everyone she has ever loved to make her father proud and see her desire achieved.


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Major: Politics


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Sewing- Jada has patched up many garments for herself and her little brothers over the years. She is a dab hand at it.

Public Speaking- Jada loves it, and is a natural with communication in all forms.



Multilingual- Jada can speak not only Spanish and English but Italian. She learned the language from her overseas boyfriend.


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L.I.K.E.S


Hugs and physical affection in general

Figure flattering clothing

Nurturing people's talents

Political discussions


D.I.S.L.I.K.E.S


Lack of affection

Bigots

Immorality

Being alone



F.E.A.R

Failure



D.E.S.I.R.E


To make her family proud



S.E.C.R.E.T


Unknown



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Egyptian cotton sheets began to rustle as Eva woke from her slumber. She could feel a companionable warmth beside her and rolled over to take in the magnificent sight of her fellow co-star on the movie they had just finished production on. He had the classic movie star looks, chiselled jaw, dimpled chin all the shit she had honestly seen so much it had become no big deal to her. She didn't even remember how he had ended up in her room, but she assumed it had something to do with the wrap party, tequilas and a suggestive conversation.

Just as she moved to leave her bed, her co-star, Chance, began to stir, looking up at her with a smug grin. Ugh, it's that conquest look again, Eva thought, though she offered him a coy smile. I'm pretty sure I got you into bed dude.
"Hey there, beautiful," Chance said, in a low, seductive voice, "Enjoy our last night in Greece?" Eva laughed a little, clearly now detaching herself from the night of fun she assumed she had had. "Your last night in Greece, maybe, but this Princess of Troy is not going anywhere. I'm having too much fun." Eva raised an eyebrow at him as she finally rose from the bed and began to saunter toward the bathroom. "Either you join me one last time, or I guess I'll see you at the premiere." She winked and disappeared into the bathroom leaving the invitation entirely open.
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True to her word, Eva was still exploring Greece two hours after most of the cast had left for their million flights back to L.A. Eva had been determined to delay going back there. Hollywood was not her favourite place in the world, and probably never would be. Besides, something outside of herself seemed to be urging her to stay. So now, she stood at the base of Mount Olympus, surrounded by people. Not a movie star, but just a fellow tourist (albeit a very glamorously dressed tourist), taking in the sights like everyone else with her cellphone at hand taking pictures.

Mika don't you dare touch that plate." Jada raised an eyebrow and gave the boy one of her infamous death glares, holding her youngest brother Santiago in one arm and pointing an accusing finger at Mika. Santiago began wailing for food just as Mika shot the young woman an impish grin that said 'I'm still gonna eat that cake whatever you say'. When Jada's attention was temporarily diverted by the wailing one year old, Mika had made a dash for the cake.

"It's okay little man, JJ will get you some food huh?" Jada cooed to baby Santiago, bouncing him in one arm and reaching for the baby milk formula on the kitchen counter. "Mama!" she called, hoping her mother would help her with at least one of the situations. No such luck. Her mother had been unhelpfully distant ever since her father had passed away the month before. With a sigh she began making up a bottle of milk, while singing him a Spanish lullaby called Duérmete Mi Niño which calmed him down a fair bit. So much for a fun birthday, she thought. She had been hoping to make baby Santiago's first birthday one for the whole family to enjoy, but so far Mika was being a brat, Jerome and Pablo were busy arguing with each other over who got control of the TV and their Mama was not in the frame of mind to enjoy herself. Once again it was all up to Jada.

"Okay if I hear one more sound out of you boys-" she began in her 'don't mess with me' tone.

"Jay, there's a letter for you." Jerome had approached her waving a thick letter in his hand. Jada looked puzzled, not having expected any mail. She took it from him, slowly opening and reading it, her eyes growing wider as she stared at the words and the image now dancing on the page.

It appeared that amidst Francesca's musings and wandering, she had arrived at a lower deck, out of the warmth of the top deck and into a long and grand corridor leading to who knows where. Not many seemed to be inhabiting this particular deck and it was eerily quiet, so quiet in fact that Fran was contemplating flopping herself onto the floor and cracking open 'The Godfather' again just to see Don Vito Corleone's fate. She stopped short of this when remembering just how isolated her first experience of university had been, surrounded by students considerably older than herself who were either so fascinated by her extraordinary talent as a thirteen year old that they treated her like an experimental specimen, or so intimidated by her intellect that they avoided her altogether. She simply could not in good conscience let that happen to her again. She must make at least one friend. It was something she had never known she had wanted until she had attended Oxford. Her lecturers could not really count as friends after all.
It was as she was thinking about her Oxford days that she heard a familiar melody coming from one of the rooms. It was the Fantasie Impromptu by Chopin, a true masterpiece that she had perfectly executed on a number of occasions. Entranced by the sound, she moved as though in a trance-like state toward it, opening the door to get a better listen. Inside, through the crack in the door, a blonde girl could be seen at the grand piano. Fran watched her intently, noticing that her finger placements were a tad off and it seemed the tempo was out by a fraction of a millisecond. Other than that, it was truly beautiful. She was so caught up in the moment that she had not noticed how heavily she was leaning on the door and that she was now tumbling into the room with a thud.

She had managed to reach her hands out in front of her to soften the blow slightly but she still made an exclamation of both pain and embarrassment.

"Ow!" she looked up with slightly watery eyes and tried for an awkward smile. "I'm alright. Do go on." She felt a fool and probably looked one no doubt. She was flustered now, a feeling she hated. If there was one way to make an impression it was not as 'Clumsy Fran' with a tendency for casual stalking.

Observation was something Ilya Vasiliev excelled at. It was one thing no one could take away from him. For the majority of the boat ride to Olympia, Ilya had been seated at a table at the far end of the dining room observing passers by with no one having noticed his presence. Already he had seen the seeds of romances being sewn, the nursing of old wounds between mutual enemies, the flourishing of budding friendships and the subtle decaying of old ones. Not a word needed to be spoken for him to know this. It was all in their actions, their body language, their expressions when they believed no one was watching them.

By now the room was empty, coated in a thick, serene silence. It had been for some time. The last people to leave had become preoccupied with an incident on deck with a girl who had fallen overboard. Understandable, he had thought. Of course he was not one to involve himself in such things. He knew no one on this boat. None of them were worth an interest just yet and they doubted they would bother with him once they realised that he was physically incapable of speaking to them until he felt sufficiently comfortable.

It had been that way ever since his first year of high school at the age of ten. Terrified of the new school environment he had simply found that for the majority of his school life he was unable to speak. The only exception was when around a small group of close friends that took enough time to get to know him or had already known him from his primary school days. Being mute was not exactly the most helpful thing that could have happened to him, but he simply had no control of it.
 
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name: leanna ward
nickname: leia, lee
age: nineteen ○ aquarius
gender: female
orientation: bisexual
origin: london, uk
mortal form of: erato
i look like: sophie turner

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hair color: platinum blonde
eye color: baby blue
height: 5'6
weight: 126 lbs
tattoos/markings: small music note on right wrist - rose on left forearm
theme song: bloom by the paper kites
distinguishing features: soft blue eyes + smells of vanilla and roses


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personality:
Leanna was a quiet girl, observant of her surroundings and always searching for those hidden quips that others may not notice. She longed to find inspiration within every facet of the world, looking for beauty and creativity in even the most pedestrian of things. A self taught musician and dancer of many years, the blonde was convinced that her fate was sealed in the arts, and would stop at absolutely nothing to find it in every facet of her life. Because of this, Leanna tends to be an incredibly sweet individual, asking others questions about their likes and dislikes at first meeting, wanting to get to know people by their passions. This can sometimes come off as pushy, but bright blue eyes reveals that she truly only has the best intentions. In addition to this, Leanna is a wonderful listener, remembering little facts of happiness about those she encounters. Every story had the potential to become the next love song, right? However not all is happy and jolly about the musical wiz. A perfectionist at heart, as well as her own worst critic, the girl holds very little patient for herself and others, and can become easily frustrated. Never lashing out, she instead isolates herself, working day and night to try to correct something that she herself views as an error. More than anything, Leanna wants nothing more than to see the best in both herself and those around her. And when that feels out of reach, she has no other coping mechanism than to feel slightly weakened.

The vocalist has a very particular taste in style, one that displays her as a put together young woman, though she is far from such thing. Leanna wears pastel pinks and whites, a few greys in her wardrobe, but it is mostly alive with color. Her hair stays dyed blonde, double conditionings happening every few days, and her nails stay as manicured as possible. Never with nail polish, unless it's clear. Though her clean appearance contrasts the callouses that wear her skin from years of violin, acoustic guitar and harp strings.

strengths/virtues
○ optimistic
○ diligence
○ extremely empathetic, a good listener

weaknesses/vices:
○ easily frustrated
○ can be somewhat invasive
○ unable to stick up for herself

quirks:
○ never keeps more than she needs
○ giver of hugs, even to people she just met
○ traces tattoos as a nervous tick

likes:
○ sketching birds and flowers
○ iced coffees and teas
○ the season of spring
○ learning new instruments/singing
○ watching rom-coms
○ picnics

dislikes:
○ the color brown
○ spiders
○ arrogance
○ blood outside of the body
○ spicy foods

fear:
Leanna's biggest fear is that no one truly enjoys the art she puts out, whether it be dance, song, or sketches. Her art is absolutely everything to her, right next to the approval of others.

desire:
To have her art bring happiness to those who witness it.


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There was always music playing. It was one of the most vivid memories that Leanna had of childhood. A windowed room, filled to the brim with musical instruments collected by her father. It always seemed sunny there, with life and sound teeming from every corner of the room. Violins, a large harp, a piano, guitars, bongos, cellos, everything. It was a safe space, to put it lightly. And her home reflected that same sort of soft beauty that the musical instruments did. Leanna's mother filled the place with trinkets from Hobby Lobby, making it look like an ad out of Better Home and Gardens while her father took to teaching her about music, bit by bit. It always smelled of gardenias, the white walls seeming to create even more light and the matching couch always pristine, without a smudge or stain. The carpets held the same cleanliness, as did the rest of the house. It was always clean, nothing out of place, meticulously put together and all around beautiful. Though, nothing beautiful lasts, right?

At the age of just eleven, Leanna's parents divorced, leaving her to bounce back and forth between her musical paradise and the new apartment that her mother rented. Her mother insisted that her husband's love of music outweighed hers, created an environment that she didn't feel she was able to enjoy, that she didn't want to be the perfect textbook wife but she wanted someone to go out with, to go to movies and museums with and not just stay home, confined to chords and notes. Her father wasn't able to give up his love of lyric, and so, they split. Life was less... magnificent after that. The blonde girl was forced to lead two very different lives then, constantly being forced to watch her parents find different lovers, watching them bad mouth one another, claiming that the love was fake, that they never truly needed one another. It broke her heart, but it wasn't anything she could exactly speak up on. The only thing her parents ever seemed to agree on then was their daughter.

And so Leanna grew up being the pride and joy of two very separate parents, both boasting of their daughter's talent. They didn't care much about their daughter's academics, didn't care much about what she did or who she was with, for she was a beautiful and talented girl, and that alone would get her far in life. Right? Sure. Leanna resisted the mindset of her parents for years, begging for tutors, begging for them to come together on her birthdays, begging to do anything else, but once she hit high school, it just didn't matter anyone. She accepted that she was a musician only, with pretty clothes and life set for stages. From then on, Leanna delved into her music head on. Song writing, piano lessons, joining choir and taking it by storm. Her academic studies suffered greatly, and continued to into college. But who needs calculus? It's not like it was going to help her in the way of music.

powers:
○ Sounds Good: Leanna is able to twist the way things sound, making them appeal individually to all who hear it. This can cause people to float into happier feelings, calm situations, and allow time for things to cool off.
○ Inspiration: Leanna has the ability to put creative inspiration to those around her by simply looking in their eyes. No more writer's block, no more being stuck on papers, this girl has got you!

drawbacks:
○ Sounds Good does not work on those who are immune to mind alteration, who don't prefer music at all, who hold distain or distrust towards her
○ If an individual experiences sad thoughts anger due to a lack of muse, Inspiration takes several tries, and exhausts Leanna
○ Leanna can sometimes lose inspiration of her own due to constantly giving it out all day, making her become irritated and angry with herself

skills:
○ talented in the arts - dance, singing, instruments, you name it, this blonde has a knack for it
○ teacher - Leanna enjoys indulging the mind of others and welcomes all into the arts clubs and classes
○ human journal - many of Leanna's friends, and sometimes strangers, say that she is easy to talk to. and boy, do people talk.

schooling:
○ second year - music major



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name: danielle miller
nickname: danny
age: twenty one ○ cancer
gender: female
orientation: heterosexual
origin: oregon, usa
mortal form of: macaria
i look like: zoey deutch

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hair color: light brown, some copper-blonde highlights
eye color: honey brown
height: 5'4
weight: 130 lbs
tattoos/markings: two cartilage piercings on her right ear
theme song: far too young to die by panic!
distinguishing features: loose waved hair + small dot scar next to left eye


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personality:
If you ask Danielle, she's probably about as average as it gets. The brunette keeps a fairly level head, not paying too much attention to media or tabloids or drama in general for that matter and prefers to keep a small, close knit group of friends. In her free time, she enjoys binge-watching Netflix on the couch, curled up in a fleece blanket that was likely purchased from Ross. Staying in in general is always preferred. A sweet girl, Danielle is extremely focused on her studies, spending countless hours in the libraries and after-school labs to maintain a decent GPA, and likes to get her work done within a reasonable amount of time. Not an overachiever by any means, she does still forget things and has to scramble to complete last-minute assignments, the tawny-eyed girl is simply doing her best (which means keeping her grades above 85%). Though through a busy schedule and tiring classes, she always makes time to have a friend or two over to bake or watch a few episodes of her latest choosing. Friends and relationships mean a lot to the girl (even though her last boyfriend was a complete idiot) and those close to Danielle often describe her as loyal, tenacious, and motivated. It's not uncommon of her to play devil's advocate and rationalize any 'life-ending' situation, though she will fully hear a friend out before giving her two-cents.

Due to her want of only close friends, Danielle doesn't tend to be incredibly social. Not rude, just not usually one to make the effort. Of course, she will always introduce herself to those in a group project and be friendly, and she is always kind to the baristas at her favorite cafe, but other than that, the brunette has a tendency to walk with her eyes down, either scanning the ground before her or flicking through instagram on her phone. She strongly believes that you should treat others how you want to be treated, and if said philosophy doesn't interest you, it's unlikely you'll be getting much conversation from her.

Danielle's clothing style tends to stay in true form with her personality. She enjoys basics, like high-waisted, semi loose jeans with tanked crop-tops and a cardigan. A pair of prescription glasses is always close, just in case a contact falls out, and some sort of sneaker is usually her footwear of choice. It isn't often you'll see the criminal-justice major wearing makeup, aside from a swipe or two of mascara and some chapstick, and the same amount of little effort usually goes into her hair as well. Never does she look unkept, or out of place, she simply believes that there are better ways of spending your time other than getting ready.

strengths/virtues:
○ “live by the golden rule”
○ compassionate
○ problem-solver

weaknesses/vices:
○ can be pessimistic
○ closed off to strangers
○ self-doubt

quirks:
○ has a lot of knowledge on random things
○ twists rings when nervous
○ rocks back and forth on heels when thinking

likes:
○ studying
○ chocolate chip cookies
○ weiner-dogs
○ criminal minds tv show
○ thrift stores
○ lo fi radio

dislikes:
○ the color pink
○ classical music
○ drugs
○ large crowds of people
○ ignorance

fear:
Failure tends to creep it’s way into her brain and prod at her from time to time. Danielle despises the thought of being single the rest of her life, working some mundane job that she hates, living for a paycheck and not to just live.

desire:
To have passion and drive for the work she is doing, always. And to surround herself with people who have a similar motivation.


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Growing up in Roseburg, Oregon was about as bland as it could possibly get. It was one of those 'go-see-the-town-dentist' sort of places where everyone knew you and you most likely knew everyone, and in Danielle's case, that was all too true. Raised by two mom's, one of them being her biological thanks to a sperm donor she didn't know, the brunette led an extremely simple life. She was loved by her mothers, supported by them, and was encouraged to make her own way in life. They weren't helicopter parents, but then again, they didn't need to be. The girl worked a steady job at the local thrift store, sorting clothes that were no longer wanted by their previous owners and taking whatever caught her eye for herself. She stayed on top of her grades, didn't make too much of a mess, helped around the house. Danielle didn't get into too much trouble growing up, maybe staying out late once or twice, but mostly she and her best friend, Katrina, kept to themselves. The two spent a great amount of time studying in the library, having movie marathons and taking Katrina's dog on walks. Every so often, they would make the trek up to Portland to get their taste of the city, dreaming of the day they would get out.

Katrina got out before Danielle did, but not in the way you might think. The blonde was swept off her feet by some small indie band, the lead singer professing his love for her after only two weeks and asking her to tour with them. It didn't surprise the brunette when her blue eyed friend said yes, but even so, she missed her terribly. The last year of highschool sucked without her, but by the time college came around, the wound had almost fully scarred over.

To this day, the only tabloids she keeps up with is those that display Katrina's picture, peaking inside the pages to make sure she hasn't ruined herself yet. The idea of fame and partying, it sounds like a deathly way to live if you asked Danielle. She wasn't one to know what it was like to lead such an exciting life, considering her own had been so ridiculously boring. It was only through the shows she watched, like Criminal Minds and Bones that led her to the desire to be involved in her current major, criminal justice, and gave her her own reason to get out. Roseburg held nothing for her besides rainy weather and bad ex-boyfriends, so the fresh start was more than welcome.

powers:
○ Clues and Clues: An advantage to her field, Danielle has always held some 'insight' on the true details of a case. She is able to look over files and evidence and deduce an accurate conclusion within an hour, at most
○ Loud & Clear: Danielle has the abilities to hear the faint whispers of those who have passed, hearing their words to the living that they are guarding. These are usually souls who have yet to surrender to the after life, and instead stay behind to watch over someone they have left behind

drawbacks:
○ Danielle cannot hear whispers inside of sacred places, such as churches and temples. This includes the religious studies buildings on campus.
○ During Clues and Clues, Danielle is forced to suffer a sliver of the emotional trauma of the victim's of the cases she investigates, leaving her jumpy and anxious the rest of the day
○ It is extremely hard for Danielle to be around any sort of deceased, cemeteries, cadavers, etc. Being near any of the mentioned gives her an excruciating headache and nausea, almost as if she has the flu

skills:
○ baker - fresh baked goods are always in the brunette's home
○ thrift hunter - Danielle is probably the one you want to take thrifting if you hope to find anything good
○ weird knowledge - she knows a lot about very random topics

schooling:
○ second year -criminal justice major



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name: blair elisse
nickname: bee
age: twenty two ○ taurus
gender: female
orientation: pansexual
origin: galway, ireland
mortal form of: hecate
i look like: perrie edwards
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hair color: dirty, blonde
eye color: blue-green
height: 5'5
weight: 137 lbs
tattoos/markings: serpent on right forearm - dagger between shoulder blades- geometrics on sternum - nose pierced on right side - multiple ear piercings
theme song: starry eyed by ellie gouldling
distinguishing features: contagious laugh + forwardness


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personality:
There is nothing that Blair believes is impossible. With confidence filling every pore of her being, the blonde grips life by the horns and rides it for everything it is worth. In a world so bland, why not bring a little life to it? A social butterfly with very little filter, Blair welcomes anyone and everyone she meets with a bursting hello, unless they look like a boring business roach, and is constantly looking for the next party to attend, the next festival, the next opportunity to immerse herself in the right environment with the right people. Partying, drinking, dancing, psychedelics, thats where it's at. She prefers the loud and exciting over the quiet and relaxing, believing she has her old age to relax and her youth is something to not be wasted. Due to this mindset, Blair has trouble with empathy, and sad/serious situations tend to make her extremely uncomfortable.

Blair's style directly matches her personality; eccentric. She doesn't stick to one specific style, but rather dresses to match however she's feeling in a day. Sometimes that means all black with some leather, other times it means faded jeans and a white blouse. No matter what though, gold and silver jewelry frame her face, rarely taken out. Blair lives in a world of chaos, with nothing particularly in order but she knows where everything is. Her apartment reflects this beautifully, books, herbs, crystals and her cat, Asteria, astrewn throughout the one bedroom. And while Blair has a love of life, a free spirit who goes where the wind takes her, it doesn't mean she is immune to all negative emotion.

When the blonde done struggle, she does so in the privacy of her own home. Very few have ever seen her shed a tear or become self conscious, mostly because Blair does everything in her power to avoid such emotions. So instead, she blocks them out, tucking them into the deepest files of her mind and plants that signature smile on her lips. And while the blue eyed girl is widely known, she lacks any true, close friends, ones that come over and hang out, ones that want to be around her when life is forced to be a little more relaxed. So when it comes to studying, reading, cooking, Blair finds company in her feline companion... though a friend would be nice.

strengths/virtues:
○ incredibly social
○ loves to make others smile
○ life is too short, so why not?

weaknesses/vices:
○ uncomfortable around sadness
○ irresponsible sometimes
○ has a slight temper

quirks:
○ always has some sort of fruit with her at all times
○ collects animal skulls, crystals, and glass bottles
○ night owl

likes:
○ full moons
○ fresh herbs
○ bright colors
○ heavy blankets
○ antiques
○ pasta

dislikes:
○ sitting for too long
○ prying people
○ monkeys
○ organization
○ artificial fruit flavors

fear:
Growing old is one of Blair's biggest fears. It is one of the main reasons she is so hellbent on living as young as possible. The wrinkles, the loss of energy, it all seems terrifying. The action of dying doesn't bother the girl, it simply is the thought of becoming old.

desire:
True friendship sounds nice, not just party friends who expect her to get drunk and dance on tables. That, and maybe a guy. Nothing serious, someone fun, someone who can handle her energy.


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From the time she was a little girl, Blair was always a little different. She could do things that not even she could fully explain, like seeing perfectly with no light in complete darkness, having the ability to converse with shadowed figures that she could not fully identify. Her parents were convinced that their daughter was going mad, therefore sent her off to a boarding school for troubled girls, though it didn't do much good. The blonde girl kicked and scream the day she was to be sent away, clutching a black cat plushie (that she owned to this day) and begging to her parents to let her stay. She promised to not talk to her 'friends' anymore, to be good, but it was no use. It broke her. If anything, being forced to wear a baggy uniform, colorless and bland, mixed with the absence of caring parents drove Blair to who she is today. Her youth was wasted in that place, consistently being punished for talking in class, for altering her uniforms, but who could blame her? Instead, from ages ten to fourteen, she focused on the figures she saw, finding new ways to manipulate her way out of punishments until she was deemed the perfect child by the strict school board. A lie at best. But back home she went, to two dull parents, and there she rebelled further.

Blair paid for everything from then on, all her materials, all her clothing, everything, simply so they had nothing to use against her. When college came around, it was even better; no more parents, no more suppressing. Moving to university gave Blair an entirely new outlook on life, going out every night, practicing however she'd like, honing in on who she truly believed she was. The blonde blossomed, shining in a dark room and becoming a point of interest to anyone who was to meet her. Still, the sight of business attire gave her mild PTSD, though it wasn't something she had to endure often. It was her life now.

The only thing that ever truly made sense to Blair was expressing herself in any way possible, most of that engulfing her ever evolving fashion sense. The blonde went to school for Fashion Design because of this, wanting to learn more about the world of clothing and how others used it to send a message, to make a difference, or simply to feel comfortable. She never wanted to go to school if it felt like a chore, but her major made it easy to see the combination of work and play that went into her studies.

powers:
○ Don't You Remember: Blair is able to create false memories and physical illusions for a person if she is looking them in the eye, filling their mind and sight with things that aren't truly there
○ The Sight: Being filled with the magic of witchcraft, Blair can read prophecies for ones future, not in full episodes but in snippets.

drawbacks:
○ If someone becomes distracted while Blair is attempting to create a false memory in someone's mind, said person will only receive half of the memory, the other half becoming lost, creating confusion
○ Blair is unable to see the prophecies of people when she or the subject is under the influence of drugs or alcohol
○ The Sight is clearest when Blair is face to face with the subject, palms touching, otherwise it is even harder to read and only bits and pieces can be received

skills:
○ fantastic singer - learned in boarding school, probably the only thing she retained
○ not a lightweight - the blonde is able to hold her liquor, and hold it well
○ makes a mean cup of tea - years of brew practice and reading tea leaves

schooling
○ second year -fashion design major


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Blue eyes stared wide at the Google Calendar that laid open on the laptop screen in front of April, her right hand holding her head up, propped onto her elbow while the other tapped on a cream colored coffee mug. The summer breeze blew freely through ginger hair from her seat on the cafe patio, sun slotting in through the overhang's bars. A social life was out of the question for her this year, it had to be. The color-coded slots that filled every time frame screamed that. There was no way she was going to be able to keep up with friends, while still attending dance classes, mandatory pilates and yoga, religious studies study group, work, all while still managing her sanity. With a sigh, she pulled the laptop shut, picking up the coffee mug in both hands and looking around Marlin's Cafe. She could see the stress already flooding across the coffee house, student's already breaking out textbooks and highlighters, studying as if finals were coming this week, but no, this was just part of the rigorous work that went along with being a student at Atlantic University.

April knew all too well the pressure this college could put students under. Evem the Arts programs were tough, though the university was known for it's advances in technological and scientific studies. Her professors had been professionals, revered in their field, and damn it if their students ever forgot. Even the thought of her upcoming ballet class made goosebumps cover every inch of her skin, the warm weather not being able to calm the nerves. All she wanted was a quiet semester, maybe hang out with friends, or hey, wouldn't it be cool if she could go out on a date? Meet a nice guy, have some fun?

A chuckle fell from rose pink lips at the thought, and April did her best to ignore her own self pity. This year was going to be great, she just had to make it that way.
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    — twenty-one, female, english
    — pretty trust fund girl whose "family" is very content with the university their daughter is attending
    — plays the cello for the campus orchestra
    — straight a student
    — it's honestly getting boring
    — she's always spontaneously doing new things because she has no idea what she actually wants to do
    — literally a chaotic mess of clumsiness and forgetful thoughts
    — has shower thoughts 24/7
    — basically a walking meme
    — physically can't keep still unless she's playing the cello
    — she's that girl that runs for student body president and bases her campaign strategy solely off of cupcakes
    — except she never actually ran for student body president
    — she's also that girl that dances on top of tables at parties
    — aggressively curious sometimes but she's cute so it helps
    — doesn't help people either that she has charmspeak so she can easily bombard them with questions or find out what they're thinking by persuading them
    — this is why she's chief editor of the campus newspaper
    CALYPSO
    alessia m. romily
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    Gio Andrews
    “They say all marriages are made in heaven, but so are
    thunder and lightning.”     ​
    BASICS
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    Full Name: Betelgeuse Rigel Andrews
    Nickname: Gio
    Age: 19
    Birthday: January 1st
    Gender: Male
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
    Country of Origin: Inverness, Scotland
    Reincarnation Of: Zeus, Greek god of the Sky and Ruler of the Olympians
    Face-Claim: Froy Gutierrez
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    Hair Color: Dark Brown
    Eye Color: Blue
    Height: 5 ft 11
    Weight: 157 lbs
    Zodiac: Capricorn
    Tattoos/Markings: -
    Distinguishing Features: Freckles. Tons of Freckles. A scar on his chin. He fell and hit the gutter while walking on a flat surface in broad daylight. his wound required 3 stitches.




    PERSONALITY

    Virtues: Gio was raised to be a kind and helpful kid. In time, he grew up to be a generous, brilliant and capable young lad who is very curious and will not stop just to get the answer he is looking for. Suffice to say he is persistent young man. He can be compassionate, empathetic and sensitive to others though he’s having a little trouble showing it. He will not hesitate to step in and take a fall for a friend. A natural leader and has more than enough drive and will to do what is right even though he will get in trouble.

    Vices: Obstinacy is his main issue; that and him being a little sarcastic. Not to mention that he is extremely unlucky. Step on a puddle during a sunny day, alarm clock didn’t ring on time, accidentally caught in the riptide in the beach, bird pooping on his sleeves. Name it and probably he’s probably been through it. Because of that he became a cynic. He always expects the worst in everything thus he is having a hard time connecting with people. He can also be quirky and weird. Knowing that a bad luck will always ensue, he can also be a little careless, restless and impulsive thinking that he needs to get the best out of it fast before his luck runs out.

    Quirks: He musses his hair whenever he is thinking or stressed out.

    Likes:
    • Gio likes coffee. No, he loves coffee that he can drink at least 10 cups a day. Not exactly healthy but the guy really loves his java.
    • He’s also fond of staring at the night sky especially if the vast expanse is cloudless and clear using the telescope that was given to him by his parents. He can easily spot shooting stars or meteor showers. like he even caused it His misfortunes stop whenever the guy is out with his telescope and just wanted to relax in the roof.
    • Watching the sky during stormy nights
    • Obsessed with HP Lovecraft. Can quote every single book there is!

    Dislikes:
    Gio is not really a morning person. He hates it more than his luck. Brocolli. His name. Clowns.

    Fear:
    He is claustrophobic. The god of the sky needs his open space or he'll go cranky.

    Trivia:
    - His mood slightly affects the weather. If he's too emotional or happy, expect a sunny weather or a slight thunderstorm.
    - Always introduces himself as Gio. Obviously, he hated his name.
    - Has a fulgurite collection.
    - He can play the guitar and a passable singing voice.
    - gets drunk easily. Six shots and he's doing karaoke, belting out mostly Disney Songs and classic rock.
    - virgin boii. No girlfriend since birth.

    Desire: Optional
    Secret: Optional


    BACKGROUND

    ► Nothing much is known about him. He lives in a very mundane surroundings and apart from his terrible luck, his life is pretty basic and normal. His mom is from Scotland while his dad is from the US but they spent sometime living in Inverness before relocating to Washington DC for a job his parents got in NASA when he was just 5.

    Theme Song: Storms • by Tom Odell


    POWERS AND ABILITIES

    Powers:
    • Atmokinesis - Gio has a capability of controlling the weather.
    • Electrokinesis - He can generate huge bolts and arcs of static electricity and at the same time he is immune to it.

    Drawbacks: He can only control the weather for a short period of time such as a couple of minutes to maximum of an hour. Every time he uses his power it takes a toll on his health. It weakens him, and could possible kill him if he exhausts his energy. As for the lightning, every time he cast a bolt no matter if it’s big or small, a Lichtenberg figure appears on his back but it fades in time. Though it fades, the process is painful and it will feel like he’s being burned and branded by a hot iron.

    Skills:
    • Great artist. He likes to doodle and draw.
    • He can tell the weather for the day with his hair.
    • He can name all of the known celestial bodies.

    Academics
    Year: 2
    Major : Environmental Science
 
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    "I'm sorry in advance, I'm sometimes a major dick. I don't mean to be...I swear!"


    name: victor eric weiss

    nickname: vic, or dickwad.

    gender: cis-male

    country of origin: united states

    age: twenty-two

    sexuality: heterosexual

    mortel form of: apollo, god of sun

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    height: six feet and zero inches

    weight: one hundred and forty-four pounds

    eyes: light greyish hazel

    hair: black

    face claim: nat wo'ff

    tattoos/markings: n/a

    distinguishing features: his smirk

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    personality: victor is very kind, his mother, the lovely woman, raised him to be a perfect gentleman who was the complete opposite of what he used to be. he was apollo, he takes what he wants and doesn't ask questions because he was the sun, the star. his sister was nothing but the shadow. there are no questions to be asked. who would want to anger him, when he could curse, banish, or smite you down with the bright burning of the sun but this version of him was different. he didn't like asking for things that seem to be too much. he's pretty much clueless about girls, especially the ones that he cares about deeply. he's a total pushover, but not to a point where people can take advantage of him. he was still the sun god, nothing will change that. he'll have his moments when he was a dickwad, and cocky but he would say sorry immediately.

    virtue(s): kind, sweet, understanding, loyal, smart, strong, and fearless

    vice(s): pushover, stays to himself, quiet, cannot be mean, and clueless (about a lot of things, especially girls), has dickwad moments

    like(s): the wind, flying, books, ice cream, fruits

    dislike(s): his past, and how mean he was to people.

    fears: to become like old Apollo, and use people mainly girls

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    backstory: TRIGGER WARNING Victor was born to a mom who loved him, Ellie Weiss. His dad from the start was a no-show. His mom always said that the man wanted to stay and take care of them but he couldn’t. Other responsibilities he had to take care of, she said. Bullshit. The guy was just someone who didn’t want a kid. then he came back into his life. the man, his name was Eric Williams when victor was just 13.

    He had a whole other family with another woman who was his wife. victor learned the truth, his mom was a mistake, a drunken mistake that was made over and over again. she thought he loved her, and he lied and told her that he did but he had to stay with his wife. eric felt guilty that he left a child behind and tried to fix it, but didn't understand that somethings couldn't be fixed. eric now wanted his son, the reason for it, simply because he realized his son needed to know his father....but his son didn't want to know him. his mother was heartbroken, and he hated the man for it. his mother lost the spark that she once had, even with victor's help. he took her out to movies, to anywhere she wanted to go. he spent endless time with her, trying to show her that with just them that was all they needed. his dad was still trying to be in the picture but victor wasn't hearing any of it. he just needs his mon, not a dude who felt guilty thirteen years later. his mother was happy for a while but even then she was sad and heartbroken. she loved a man who she thought loved her but used her instead....she couldn't recover from that

    then when victor was 16, she took her own life. victor blamed his father and refused to go and live with him instead of living with his aunt who was very close to his mother. he grew up refusing contact with his father, blaming him for losing the best mom in the world. his mom. eric hated him with a passion.

    powers: ^ Solar Weaponry: he can wield weapons power over the sun or sunlight, which grants the user of wide variety of sun-based abilities, including variable power with the amount of sunlight and the ability to let out the sun's power with an attack..

    ^^ Solar Mind: he can employ the forces of the sun to revert the mind into a primal state prone to violence and survival instinct.

    drawbacks: ^ he can only use this power with bows. other weapons will not work. he has many different bow and arrows, that he had made and charmed to be able to do different things based on how much sunlight he has.

    ^^ he only uses this in an emergency, he cannot control himself when he uses this. he becomes a beast basically.

    skills: flirting and charm ( when his apollo side jumps in ), cooking, and writing

    year/major: 4th year, early childhood education

    theme song: naked by james arthur

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    @yikesitsquinn quentin.ford
    Follow
    386 followers​
    260 following
    yee fucking haw baby.
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    — B A S I C S
     [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]full name
    quentin henry ford.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]nickname
    quinn, if he's lazy.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]age
    twenty one.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]gender[/div] cisgender male.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]orientation[/div] open pansexual.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]zodiac[/div] leo.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]dob[/div] july thirtieth.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]pob[/div] london, uk.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]form of[/div] morpheus; god of dreams.

    — A P P E A R A N C E
     [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]face claim[/div] matty healy.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]voice claim[/div] matty healy.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]height[/div] six foot, two inches.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]weight[/div] one hundred + seventy five lbs.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]hair[/div] messy brown curls.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]eyes[/div] tired dark brown eyes.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]mods[/div] right arm + right pierced ear.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]dist. features[/div] his hat + his lazy outfits.     [/div][/div]
    [/div] [div class="content content02"]
    — P E R S O N A
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]personality
    quentin has a natural charm about him, maybe it’s because he knows how people swoon at his english accent he inherited from living in england during his childhood, or his “artsy” look makes girls fall head over their doc martens. quinn can easily adapt in social situations and stay quick on his feet during situations. the young adult has a very care-free sense about him, he prefers to go with the flow and doesn't plan ahead. if life is willing to give him opportunities, quinn will happily snatch them.

    yet quinn definitely has his flaws, just like anyone else. for starters, the male is fickle as anything and cannot make a decision to save his life. his romantic relationships never seem to last for more than a few weeks, and his track record of keeping a job isn't any better. while some might find his appearance "artsy" and "edgy", his mismatched looks can only be blamed on the male's laziness and disorganisation. quinn doesn't quite grasp the concept of responsibility yet, and with his immature sense of humour, it's a wonder how quinn has survived as an adult.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]vine that describes them
    here.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]vices[/div] lazy, fickle, disorganised, reckless.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]virtues[/div] creative, adaptable, charming + eccentric.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]likes[/div] his hat, baggy jeans, old monster films + pancakes.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]dislikes[/div] the heat, commitment, working + poetry.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]habits[/div] will draw on anything, bounces his leg when stressed.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]dreams[/div] to not work but just relax, perhaps run a bar.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]fears[/div] to work in an office, and the idea of being a father to a child.     [/div][/div]
    [/div] [div class="content content03"]
    — A C A D E M I C S
     [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]major
    music.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]year
    fourth.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]powers[/div]
    ↳ wish granting: quentin has the special ability to grant desires just like a genie with a snap of his fingers.
    ↳ dream manipulation: he can jump, shape and alter dreams to whatever he wants.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]weaknesses[/div]
    ↳ motivation: because he's lazy, his wishes often don't last long if quentin isn't motivated to fully invest into the wish and make it come true. which is most of the time.
    ↳ sleep: quentin can't enter dreams unless the person is fully asleep, meaning no jumping while a person is power napping and if something goes awry, the dream can easily turn into a nightmare.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]skills[/div]
    ↳ creativity: besides his music, quentin is a natural artist and is quite the painter.
    ↳ fashion: no one can make "edgy homeless" look good like quinn does.    [/div][/div][/div] [div class="content content04"]
    @yikesitsquentin: god i need a nap, or a drink...
    — B I O G R A P H Y
     [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]theme song
    sit down beside me, don't call me daddy.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]biography
    quentin was the middle child of four children, with an older sister, brother and a younger one just four years younger than him, all living in a cramped townhouse in london. his parents were like any working class parents, quentin's mother worked as a receptionist while his father worked as a builder. the family were as thick as thieves -- at least, they were --spending their halloween nights hiding under old sheets while munching on candy and watching horror movies. it was clear to anyone about how much quinn's parents loved each other, even with their arguments and flaws, they always somehow made it work. the twinkle in his mother's dark eyes and the raise of the corner of his father's smile was enough proof to anyone.

    yet, as quentin grew older, he noticed cracks beginning to form in his parents' relationship. bills upon bills began to pile up on the couple and the pressure weighed on them like a bag of bricks. raining four children wasn't the easiest task. their arguments became harsh with each other, old sheets were shoved into closets in an angry rage, it became too much for quinn's mother. too young to fully understand what was happening, snotty tears ran down the child's face as his mom said goodbye for the final time, leaving him a knitted hat she made in the one art class she took. once his mother's void comfortably numbed everyone in the family, it soon became the children's job to take care of themselves. quinn's father was heartbroken and struggled to help much at home, instead he threw himself into his work and beers. even relighting his addiction with cigarettes once more.

    it wasn't that their father was became a slob afterwards, quite the opposite, really. he only wanted the best for his children, raising four moody teenagers wasn't easy for the single parent, but the family made it work. quentin's sister, melanie, took role of mother and like the rest of her siblings, they all grew up too quickly; well, all except quentin. the teen struggled to keep his attention on one thing, or rather, on anything really.

    once quinn was inching towards graduation with no future, he knew he had to get out of london. the teen struggled to keep his focus at school and found that nothing really stuck with him. quinn was a jack of all trades, he learnt how to play the drums, and learnt fifteen numbers of pi, but with his siblings striving for better things, it was a struggle to feel different from the rest. just a month before graduation and adult life, with the money he had saved up from the odd jobs he worked, quentin enrolled into the first university he found and disappeared before his family could give him snotty goodbyes.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #ABB4A1;"]family[/div]
    ↳ daniel ford: father / alive.
    ↳ ellie ford mother / alive.
    ↳ jacob ford older brother / alive.
    ↳ melanie ford older sister / alive.
    ↳ casper ford younger brother / alive.    [/div][/div][/div] [/div]
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  • Wil !
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    full name: wilhelmina labrerre
    nickname: wil or mena
    age: 20
    gender: female
    sexual orientation: bi
    country of origin: france
    mortal form of: medusa
    face claim: flamme de pigalle

    hair color: black
    eye color: brown
    height: 5'7"
    weight: 128
    tattoos/markings: wil has a little trident tattoo on her wrist, which represents her greek origin story.
    distinguishing features: her hair is almost always done in twists. she thinks it's ironic, and also knows it looks great.



    feelings are fatal
    MXMTOON


    Persona !
    personality:
    Wilhelmina is fiery and passionate, which many can find deterring and unpleasant. She carries herself with strength and confidence, despite the opinion of others. Her tongue is sharp, and sarcasm is her first language. Even without the snakes, people still seem to believe she's rooted in evil. Because of this, Wil began to believe that no one could be trusted. She barely opens up to people. That kind of life is alienating. She knows in her heart that if she had never fallen in love, the gods wouldn't have punished her. She carries along the guilt of what her future could have been.

    virtues: independent thinker, quick-witted, booksmart

    vices: stubborn, unable to compromise, judgemental

    quirks: when she makes a scientific breakthrough or aces a test, wil does this little dance that she can't really explain. it's like her body takes over for 30 seconds

    likes: piping hot coffee, new textbooks, the smell of a clean room

    dislikes: mess, oceans that are too salty, people who hunt

    fear: that one day, she'll look in the mirror and realize all of the horrible things she's done

    desire: honestly? to make the one goddess who cursed her to pay.

    Biography!


    binch idk

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  • ansel
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    → birthname | airidas kestutis
    → alias | ansel august vytautas
    → age | twenty-one
    → gender | male [ he/him ]
    → country of origin | lithuania
    → god | hades

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    → hair | dark brown [ tends to let his hair grow out ]
    → height and weight | six foot and four inches [ one hundred and eighty pounds ]
    → eyes | brown
    → frame | slim and fit
    → markings | tattoos of varying degrees down both arms [ sleeves ]
    → distinguishing features | ansel doesn't tend to have prominent features as he tends to like standing in the background. he has quiet footsteps despite his giant stature
    → faceclaim | diego barrueco
    → voice claim | diego barrueco
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    → vices

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    → dislikes |

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    → triggers [ fears ] |

    → desires |

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[/div][/div] [div class=miniwords]golden child,
lion boy;
tell me what it's like to conquer [div class=miniwords2]heracles incarnate[/div][/div][/div] [div class=tabcontainer][div class=tabs][div class="first" style="height:20px;font-size:18px;transition:1s"][div class=hoverwordi]posts[/div][/div][/div]
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[div class=posttitle style="top:280px"][div class=postimg][/div] [div class=username]stefanovacane[/div] [div class=date]may 18th[/div] [div class=post style="background-image:url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/03/1a/d4/031ad45e19aec016c8f00b87e234bc4a.jpg);background-size:110%"] [div class=uppersquare][div class=lowersquare][/div][/div][/div] [div class=bottom][div class=username]stefanovacane[/div] [div class=quote]clouds clouds[/div][/div][/div]
[div class=posttitle style="top:555px"][div class=postimg][/div] [div class=username]stefanovacane[/div] [div class=date]may 18th[/div] [div class=post style="background-image:url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ab/6b/3b/ab6b3bd291c8b50db794d4de6a648f9c.jpg);background-size:100%"] [div class=uppersquare][div class=lowersquare][/div][/div][/div] [div class=bottom][div class=username]stefanovacane[/div] [div class=quote]clouds clouds clouds[/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent2" style="display: none"] [div class=div] [div class=image][/div] [div class=smalldiv][div class=wordscontainer][div class=nameword]stefan[/div]
the requisite[/div] [div class=text][div class=overfloow] [div class=box]name.[/div] anastasiy stefanov vojtech.

[div class=box]alias.[/div] stefan ('anastas' by family).

[div class=box]age. [/div] twenty.

[div class=box]gender.[/div] cisgender male.

[div class=box]sexual orientation.[/div] bibibi bye bye ♫.

[div class=box]place of origin.[/div] sofia, bulgaria.

[div class=box]mortal form of.[/div] heracles, son of zeus.

[div class=box]face-claim.[/div] dacre montgomery.

...
APPEARANCE

[div class=box]hair.[/div] dirty blond.

[div class=box]eyes. [/div] ice blue.

[div class=box]height.[/div] five foot ten (1.78 m).

[div class=box]weight.[/div] 169lbs (77 kgs).

[div class=box]tattoos/markings.[/div] the head of a lion on his forearm.

[div class=box]distinguishing features.[/div] the right side of his mouth curls up when he smiles, the natural wave to his hair, his signature leather + flannel combo.[/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent3" style="display: none"] [div class=div] [div class=image style="background-image:url(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C_Z-tUOXgAEhmIf.jpg);background-size:120%;"][/div] [div class=smalldiv][div class=wordscontainer][div class=nameword]stefan[/div]
the persona[/div] [div class=text][div class=overfloow] [div class=box]personality !![/div] stefan is an “extroverted” introvert. he’s high-spirited and has an approachable, affable nature. in general, he’ll approach any situation from positive stance − a mediator in tense exchanges with a habit of telling people to “chill” and referring to everyone as “friend” as he places a reassuring hand on their shoulder. however, his relaxed mannerisms are not everyone’s cup of tea. it has a tendency to come off as condescending, “belittling” to some in spite of his good faith.

stefan was brought up to be kind and to “keep up” his appearance. he has somewhat of a paternal instinct, a sense to offer help and comfort to those who might not have the same fortune as him. with that being said, he is also not afraid to “throw hands” and fight for who / what he believes to be right. it is never his first move, but it’s never out of the question either − “some people just need to have the stupid shaken out of them.”

through stefan can come across as a guy with his life figured out ; balanced and collected with a well-off and supportive home life, he has no idea who he is. he can keep up a nice convo with a flash of a smile and a charming quip, but the pressure of being the “golden boy” of his family has stopped him from finding ease and he has never felt okay to change. there is a constant buzzing in his brain, the feeling of being hollow and an urge to do something foolish − just to see what could happen.

[div class=box]vices !![/div] somewhat patronising, conflicted, "moody."

[div class=box]virtues !![/div] strong-willed, outwardly optimistic, charitable.

[div class=box]quirks !![/div] stefan has mastered the art of pretending to listen. often, his mind is somewhere else during small-talk. he can pick up on phases or words, something to recall for later as to not come off as a complete dick. a tell is to look at his brows, the more expressive they are, the less interested he is − exaggerating in compensation for his glazed over eyes. in contrast, he will play down what he is interested in. the more stefan says “nevermind,” or “actually, don’t worry” the higher the chance he’s just trying to maintain his cool.

[div class=box]likes !![/div] autumn, stormy weather, the beach, beer, tequila, black coffee, peaches, 70s music, dogs, the smell of newspaper and the scent left by the rain.

[div class=box]dislikes !![/div] winter, snowy weather, white wine, candy, cold food, dancing (two left feet), the smell of lavender and burning wood.

[div class=box]fear !![/div] becoming an empty-shell (losing his sincerity).

[div class=box]desire !![/div] finding a sense of belonging/a passion.

[div class=box]secret!![/div] his dad's true persona and illegal dealings.[/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class=content][div class="tabsContent tabsContent4" style="display: none"] [div class=div] [div class=image style="background-image:url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/40c3083c45959970da134f46278037cf/tumblr_pror2v4JNY1v2511h_540.jpg);background-size:111%;background-position:100% 0%"][/div] [div class=smalldiv][div class=wordscontainer][div class=nameword]STEFAN[/div]
the biography[/div] [div class=text][div class=overfloow] [div class=box]history !![/div] stefan's family came from old money. blood money. before stefan's father was born, the vojtech's were regarded with fear and trepidation. they were connected to the underbelly of sofia and their dealings with organised crime had come to light. this public knowledge had put a stain on their reputation that would be hard to erase, but stefan's father had done just that. when stefan's father (yasen) inherited the family legacy, he flipped the bulgarian public's image of the vojtech name. yasen focused on being charitable. he donated millions to causes and people in need, preaching that the family had changed for the better and that he was nothing like his father before him. there was no one stefan admired more as he grew up.

stefan was "daddy's boy." he loved his mum but desired his father's praise, mimicking his dad's mannerisms and seeking approval − "did you see that, dad?" "dad, watch me, watch me!" stefan wanted to be just like him, and yasen encouraged him. yasen taught stefan to be a gentleman and to be mindful of those who were less fortunate, yet always strive to be better than his peers. he would practice pity, not empathy. stefan didn't notice his insincerity and assumed it was the social norm to want to be the best at everything.

yasen trained stefan for perfection. he hired personal trainers, enrolled him in all kinds of sport, and pushed him academically whilst monitoring his diet. he had to be at his physical peak and focus on himself, his social life would follow suit. unbeknownst to stefan, this idealistic image of perfection did not exist. his father, the man who he had been striving to be, was a weasel − for lack of a better term (weasels are great ok).

at the age of eighteen, stefan had his first taste of rebellion. he had noticed a discrepancy in donations to yasen's charity vs. the funding that the account would receive. yasen was siphoning money to contribute to his personal wealth. resentful, stefan took a golf club to his father's cherished ferrari and finally released all that anger he had bottled up. stefan has yet to admit he did it, or that he knows about his father's vice − he's still daddy's boy, but the idea of finally breaking free of his "golden boy" persona is ever so tempting.

[div class=box]powers !![/div] enhanced condition/demigod physiology − stefan noticed he had a significant upper-hand at every sport he would compete in, though has never had a true understanding of why. his peers have speculated he was getting some “help” to improve his performance, though after being forced to be tested he has come back clean every single time.

→ enhanced strength − stefan can lift things he really shouldn’t be able to (people twice his size, cars, and the like) and in the midst of javelin practice he has almost skewered the audience.

→ enhanced stamina − he can run a marathon without breaking a sweat (well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration) but in the words of captain america, “i (he) could do this all day.”

→ enhanced accuracy − stefan is a great shot and has the eyes of a hawk. he's a challenge at darts and can hit the bullseye ninety-eight percent of the time (with the exception being after a drink or two).

[div class=box]drawbacks !![/div] even superhuman physiology has a downside. stefan is prone to muscle fatigue and can occasionally push that inch too far, leading to superhuman back pain. there is also instances in which stefan forgets his advantage, unintentionally being a bit too rough with people here and there.

[div class=box]skills !![/div] → athletics − ^ ^ ^

→ diplomacy − "manners maketh man" if his father taught him anything, it's to try and understand someone before going for the gut punch.

→ general book smarts − private tutoring must have been good for something.

[div class=box]year !![/div] third.

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Klaus squinted his eyes, flinching as the harsh grecian sun emerged from behind the mountain’s peak. “Tch,” he sighed, shielding his eyes with one hand and reaching for his sunglasses with the other. “Remind me not to have so much tequila next time, why don’t you?” he briefly glanced over at the blonde next to him, a roguish grin playing on his lips, masking the debilitating consequences of a very late night; a maxed out credit card and a throbbing headache.

“Hey...I wasn’t too much last night, was I?” Klaus rolled his shoulders back, his back felt tense and there was an air of unease. He couldn’t recall more than short flashes from the night before, fleeting images from the motel’s karaoke bar accompanied by a faint humming of Abba’s 'Waterloo'. “I think I broke something,” Yeah, the chair you were standing on when you thought you were sober enough to serenade Izzy. Stupid. “Dimitra couldn’t even look at me without laughing this morning,” he remarked, remembering how the receptionist was trying to hide her giggling behind a map of Thessaloniki, "also, I could've sworn I found a fiver in my underwear last night - do you think that was her?"

Klaus bit his tongue. A wave of anxiety flooded through him, tightening his chest as he realised that Izzy might not want to relive the embarrassment that was him last night. He coughed, turning away from her and focusing his attention on a very interesting rock...it was as interesting as a rock could be. “Anyway,” he continued, using a poorly constructed segue to divert the conversation, “seen any good rocks you wanted to climb? Anything that would make Noah jealous?" Noah. Klaus wanted to hurtle his best friend into shark-infested waters. He was supposed to be on the Greece trip with Izzy and himself, though decided to abandon him with no one else to bounce conversation off. It’s fine, Klaus thought, Izzy’s a good friend...just like Grace - don’t make it weird.

“We’ve got to take a lot of photos, show Noah what he’s missing!” Klaus grinned, attempting to shake off his unease with a burst of enthusiasm. Though, he immediately regretted raising his voice - he still felt hammered. “I mean, those ruins over there are pretty cool, they look almost as old as you!”...Shit, he didn’t mean that. Klaus played it off, flashing Izzy a mischievous smirk. Of course she would know it was a joke, but he had a habit of ruining things. He chuckled to himself and walked a bit faster, as if to avoid a certain bashing from her. Dear God, he hoped she thought he was funny.
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    PERSONALITY
    The most idealistic word to describe Amy in a nutshell is curious. She has to know everything about everyone. It was how she keeps herself well informed about news and information and of course... the latest gossip! She asks way too many questions but sometimes has the answers to most asked questions... it flows both ways. She isn't afraid to speak her mind nor hold back her advice. However that depends on who the person on the other side of the conversation is - oh who am I kidding... she would still say it no matter who the person is. Especially if they lack fashion sense or are not making any sense in general. Period.
    That aside she is rather loving and out-going person - even though sometimes she can come off as very snooty and air-headed. She values the way the mind works and how people react to any situation, especially when it comes to attraction. With this, she loves to try making matches made from heaven out of her friends and listen to their problems. Of course, she likes to play match-maker, especially if she has a match-maker-in-crime... EEP! She is the person to talk to if one wants advice... especially in her area of expertise. She was also told she is a good listener... if she let's you speak due to her chatty nature. Being said she has her own flaws. The female usually likes things to go her way. She sometimes tends to go to extremes. Being such a fashion prone robot, the blonde is a rather neat perfectionist, color coding everything. Not that she had variety of colors since she loves wearing pastels for the most of it.
    Strengths/Virtues: Ambition|Observant|Graceful/Elegant/Beautiful
    Weaknesses/Vices: Stubborn|Gullible/Bit Daft sometimes|Vain/Self-indulgent
    Quirks: Plays matchmaker|Loves to light up scented candles at least a few hours a day.|Pampers herself quite a lot.
    Likes: Strawberries|Scented Candles|Matchmaking|Doves|Baking
    Dislikes: No sense of style|Humbugs for Love|In-denial people|Plain Colors|Pants
    Fear: Having nothing | She fears that one day the world would be over-run by hatred that love will slowly fade off to nothing. Then again she still believes love will always bloom.
    Desire: To find her one perfect match for herself. | Already conquered thanks to her father. She already has everything she wants! (except the one)
    Secret: The female is literally an open book to keep secrets! Okay, maybe all the gossip she gathered throughout her life... there's that.

    HISTORY
    Celebrity name dropping, designer clothes, lavish vacations and personal spa treatments are just a few things off the list that this little princess, Amelia had on a daily basis. Born to a chief executive of a successful line of electronics and a famous stylist she has known nothing but luxury. Amy is the youngest out of the four siblings both of whom were twins and a brother who was only a year older. Being the youngest, she always got the attention of her parents if not more. Residing in France, her and her siblings always had their own private schools, rides so on so forth. Hence, the queen bee status prevailed rather easily, making her opportunity to wear tiaras more appropriate (might as well dress the part). It did not even matter whether they did well academically. Let's face it, school was not something that was at the back of the blonde's mind, it was the least of her problems whether she failed or not. After all any teacher would have been off with a few words from daddy. Despite not excelling in many ... and I mean many of the school subjects, there was one subject in particular that peeked her interest and actually excelled in. That was psychology. She was always fascinated by how the human mind works and the reactions.
    Amelia didn't hesitate to take this power to her advantage, inspiring fear and awe into every student. She was the princess of her castle. However, it was not long after a terrible news, her worst fear has struck. They were bankrupt. Her parents began having financial difficulties. The luxury started decreasing instantly as Amy has to started to attend 'normal gross' private schools. EUGH. This was an utter nightmare for her as she did not want to have to associate herself with common vermin. EW! The blonde flat out refused, but did agree to attend a common school near their home. A few months passed. A month full of restless nights, clubbing and having fun. Beaches that were explored for a nice glorious sun tan and a never-ending SPA days, as money started to fill the bank again . There was nothing more she could ever want. HA! AS IF. There was and is always more. Ever since she moved to the United States she tried to make it big in every school she went. Which was quite the something. She even developed herself character-wise though she still does not know how to leave well enough alone.


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    ACADEMICS
    Year: Two
    Major: Psychology

    POWERS
    Powers:
    > Influence: The blonde is so mesmerizing that she is able to manipulate one's action with just her voice.
    > Aura of Love (and Beauty): Amelia has a natural aura of love radiating from within her. It hits more or so like a confidence boost. It is a natural aura. Usually aids those whom powers revolve around the power of love, making them more effective. However that may take actions on her energy. With the Aura of Beauty embedded within she can also appear like the perfect figure that her target admires their potential lover to look like. Like Glamour.
    Drawbacks:
    > When using Influence, target must be able to hear her clearly and understand her. So, anything that prevents her from speaking or her target from hearing, the effect is not considered. That being said, Influence works its best when there is eye-to-eye contact between her and the target.
    > Both of her abilities have a less chance to work on people of the same sex (females), people whose intelligence is above average or has immunity to control. Hence they may be able to resist her persuasion when speaks.
    Skills:
    > Ideal Matchmaker/Observant to character
    > Highly Persuasive
    > Can create a good distraction


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    BASICS
    Full Name: Amelia Fiona Bianchi
    Nickname: Amy, Princess
    Age: Twenty
    Gender: Female
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
    Country of Origin: Lyon, France
    Mortal Form Of: Aphrodite; Goddess of Beauty, Love & Desire
    Face-Claim: Claire Holt
    Theme Song: Primadonna Girl - Marina & the Diamonds

    APPEARANCE
    Hair Color: Natural Blonde
    Eye Color: Light Blue however they tend to appear lilac and green depending on the light
    Height: 167cm (5'5'')
    Weight: 115 pounds (52kg)
    Tattoos/Markings: A small dove on her wrist.
    Distinguishing Features: Her kaleidoscopic eyes, Her strawberry scent and her occasional tiara from time to time.

    Amelia Bianchi
    Aphrodite
    Goddess of Beauty, Love & Desire
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It was then she heard a dedicated, familiar tone she grew to love and appreciate. Her empty gaze fell on that of her dark haired butler. Gwen was never one to show her soft, fragile self to her servants. Especially her maids. She knows all to well about the gossip and chit chatter that happens whenever she was not in their presence. However, with William, it was different. Which was rather strange, it even conflicted herself. The young butler had just joined the Bentley staff two winters ago. It was that long ago that Gwen had adapted a new facade with her staff. Not entirely but mainly to him. She felt at ease whenever he is near her. He instantly understood her, her way of life, how she wanted and what she wanted without even mumbling one word. Oh how she wished her chamber maids were that understanding, hence her stern attitude towards them.

Two winters ago had been Gwendolyn's nineteenth birthday. A very special day in her father's eyes. The day his young girl became a lady.A lady with responsibility. A role that came with its pros and cons. It was that day that William was assigned by her father to personally aid her needs and whatever she wished. To her content, he had never disappointed as his duties he always full-filled at his own pace. It was then that Gwen had started seeing things in a different perspective. A less harsh perspective and approach towards him, as time passed. With the list of those responsibilities prior mentioned was the fact that she was betrothed was revealed. Turns out, finding out that she was engaged ever since she was a young girl playing with her porcelain dolls and dress-up, did not go down quite easily. Especially knowing to whom.

As her gaze met his she nodded as he proceeded to pour her a fresh cup. She could smell the scent of the teas mixed with the fresh meal that he just gathered for her. The divine scent caused her stomach to let out a silent grumble. She lifted the golden trimmed tea-cup to her rosy tinged lips with one hand, propping one pinky out as she sipped. While she held the saucer underneath it with the other hand. However she nearly choked as she heard William's question. Lowering her teacup and saucer she let out a few coughs as she looked at him with two perfectly trimmed raised eyebrows. "I'll pretend I did not hear that Mr. Thomason!" she retorted with a side grin. "I think you and I both do not wish to hear more of father's threats and whining for me not going along with this funny business."

She couldn't help but let out a little giggle as she recovered from the slight coughing. Looking behind him, she saw the closed door, "However, we're alone. No need for such formalities William. There will be enough of them in a few hours. I just wish they would be over so I could venture out for a nice walk in the gardens. The sun is simply beautiful this morning. Opposes this pathetic fallacy of this situation." she finished with a sigh. "How am I going to face and woo my beloved fiance, looking like this? I'm a mess." she sighed and frowned. She did not want this at all, going out like this might help however if she screwed this up... it would be the end of her. They both knew that. Even though she never talked about her disagreement about this arranged marriage to anyone. Not even her trusted butler.
 
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Name:Lily-Rose Gilbert
Nickname:Lily, Rose
Age:18
Gender:Female
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Country of Origin:Oxford, UK
Mortal Form of:Psyche
Face Claim:Alexia Giordano

Hair Color:Light Brown
Eye Color:Green
Height:5'4"
Weight:108 lbs
Tattoos/Markings:N/A
Distinguishing Features::Her Eyes


Strengths/Virtues:Caring, faithful, passionate, romantic
Weaknesses/Vices:Easily Discouraged, Insecure, Naive
Quirks:Plays with her hair when nervous
Likes:Pets, ballet, sunsets, the sound of the rain, books
Dislikes:Coffee, loud places, failing, getting hurt, insects
Fear:Not being able to dance
Desire:Become a prima ballerina
Pet:Muffin

Biography: Lily-Rose was born in a loving family, with her being the older of two girls. While her younger sister Violet was the one that was adventurous and independent. Lily-Rose was the more shy and naive girl who believed everyone was good and her life would be just like a fairytale.
Since she was a kid Lily-Rose knew she wanted to become a ballerina so the first day her parents took her to her first ballet class she knew she loved dancing more than anything.
With her passion for dance, Lily-Rose become homeschooled living on her own little world surrounded by romance books thinking that life would turn out like that one day, so when she decided to move away for college, her parents were against the idea first but at the end agree knowing that her daughter really wanted to achieve her dreams.

Powers:Affection Manipulation: Lily-Rose is capable to hypnotize a person to get their attention completely and made her stand out from the rest, this power enhances when she is dancing ballet.
Soul healing: Lily-Rose is capable to heal the souls of other people, this means she can repair any soul that has been damage with negative actions to make the person feel better
Drawbacks: Affection Manipulation: Lily-Rose can't control completely when she uses this ability and especially when she is in an emotional state.
Soul healing: Using this ability makes Lily-Rose tired and she receives all the problems of the soul that she healed until her body/soul is able to eliminate it.
Skill:Ballet, learning random facts, cooking
Year:1
Major:Dance

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Sophie didn't know how to act in front of Carter, she couldn't ignore everything that happened between them not after all those years, she tried to act as casually as she could, but it was stupid she couldn't be herself, not with him there and having to act like everything was fine and he didn't break his heart after they graduated highschool.

She was trying not to overthink the situation when she heard Bella talking to Carter "just know that I like my drinks like I like my men...Strong" Was she really doing that in front of Sophie? Knowing that Carter was her ex and that she was feeling sad because of him? Sophie felt like someone punch her, she started to have mixed emotions at the situation that was happening in front of her "Do not flirt with him" she said without thinking, no sure if she was hurt of mad, but once again she felt like she was back in highschool and she was again that girl that was craving for Carter's attention, but in the end he would be more interested in someone else, just like right now, she was sure that he wouldn't pay attention or even look at her when he had girls that were outgoing and easygoing just like Bella.

She felt stupid for being there, she didn't belong in that house or in that program, she didn't like to party or getting drunk, she preferred just spending time with her parents and being on her own with her baking books than being in that place that only bring her bad memories "I'm sorry, I need to be alone" she said as she left the group and went outside, maybe some fresh air would help her to calm her nerves, but she was sure it wouldn't calm her broken heart.
 

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Evelyn Agcaoili

Full Name: Evelyn Agcaoili
Nickname: Eve by family, Mostly prefers to go by Evelyn
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Country of Origin: Philippines
Mortal Form Of: Euridice
Face-Claim: Eva Noblezada

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Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'3
Weight: 112 lbs
Tattoos/Markings: Small red carnation tattoo on her right ankle

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Personality: Evelyn is a somewhat quiet, reserved girl. She isn't loud or very talkative but will always reach out to someone in need and be a shoulder to cry on or open ear. She's very trusting of people and she believes in second (and third... and fourth) chances. Because of this, she's he's used to giving more than she gets. She doesn't always recognize when this happens though. Although she often puts others before herself, she most certainly has her own ambitions. When her mind is set on something she is very determined and is prone to overworking herself.
She isn't very book smart, but trusts her instincts and follows her emotion. She's very in touch with her emotions and is fine with displaying them. She's truly a hopeless romantic at heart, trying to find the right person for her. Although she isn't one for going right up to and chatting with people, once talked to she opens up very quickly.
Strengths/Virtues: Compassionate, Loyal, Keeps calm under stress, Ambitious, Trusting
Weaknesses/Vices: Gullible, Indecisive, Often repeats mistakes, A bit of a workaholic, A little too trusting
Quirks: Stretches at every opportunity, hums little melodies to herself
Likes: Dancing, Music, Flowers, Nature, Vanilla flavored anything, Romance novels
Dislikes: Snakes, Aggression, Fake people, Horror films, The cold
Fear: Dying alone (and snakes)
Desire: To find someone that will put out what she puts in
Secret: She has a beautiful voice, but doesn't want to sing in front of people.

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History: Evelyn was born in the Philippines to her mother, Reyna Agcaoili, and her father, Jerome Agacoili. She doesn't remember much of it though, because they moved to the U.S when she was two. She eventually got two younger siblings. Her sister, Lea, was four years younger than her and her brother, Brian, was six years younger than her. The family was pretty average lower middle class. Her parents spent a lot of the time working to provide for the family so, being the oldest, she often took care of her siblings. She found it enjoyable to take care of them, it was fulfilling. She began to take her compassionate nature outside her family, opening up to others quickly and becoming known as the person to come to when you need someone to listen or talk to.
When Evelyn was young, she also found a passion for dance. Although it wasn't his job, her father was a musician and often played the guitar at home. She loved to dance to the music that he played. It came as natural as breathing to her. Her family saw how much she liked it, and how natural it came to her, and sent her to as many dance lessons as they could. She grew to love all types of dance, her personal favorites being contemporary and ballroom, and managed to master every dance she learned. She wants to continue pursuing mastery of her craft.
Through her life she has had quite the heart for romance. Evelyn was often seen reading romance novels and longing for someone to care about her. The people she pursued often didn't care for her as much as she cared for them though and the ones that ended up saying they "cared for her" had nasty personalities. Towards the end of high school she settled for Tyler Wilson, who had been pursuing her. He wan't a very nice guy, but he said that he loved her and she decided to trust him. He was lazy and self obsessed, but she stayed with him for a little less than three years as she started university near her home. She put her heart into this relationship but never got much back. Evelyn was unhappy, but also didn't want to seem unkind and break things off. Once Tyler revealed he was cheating on her and wanted to leave she was almost glad. She decided she wanted a new start and put in a transfer so she could become more independent. She was determined to have a better relationship as well as pursue a dance career in this new start of her's.

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Powers: Dance Entrancement- When Evelyn dances, the people around her become entranced with her movement and get much calmer. She doesn't particularly like all the attention that this often brings, but she doesn't completely dislike it either.
Drawbacks: Dance Entrancement- She ultimately doesn't have much control over this power. The light entrancement just happens. When she dances with extreme passion, the entrancement can bring heavier feelings to a person and encourage them to pursue her. This usually only happens to one person in a group though.
Skill: Dancing- Is able to master all types of dance within a matter of months
Singing- She does have an extremely beautiful voice, but has never sung in front of anyone
Kindness/Helpfulness- She's always willing to help someone out and is good at listening and talking to people
Year: 3rd
Major: Dance

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“So, this is it?” the woman asked. It was more of a statement than a question, really. “This is it,” the tall, bearded man nodded. The woman looked around, surprisingly calm for the current situation. “There’s another coming,” the man said blandly, “I’ll return shortly.” He exited through the door the two had just entered from. The woman just nodded and continued looking around. Despite her calmness, she, Caroline Marie Davis, could not believe the situation she was in. What was the situation she was in? She was dead. Her husband put knife through her chest and now she was here. She looked down at her body. The knife was still there. She didn’t want to take it out though, she was too afraid of the possibility of pain. Caroline had no clue where she was and didn’t want to waste her time asking. She was dead, there was no point in caring now.


At the sound of the door opening she glanced up. The strange man who had greeted her and shown her to the room entered, followed by none other than her husband and killer. They made eye contact and Caroline glared. He smiled nervously. “Hi honey,” he grinned shakily. “Robert. Evan. Davis,” she said through gritted teeth, “What the hell?” How was her husband who had killed her also dead and placed in the same afterlife as her? She was pissed. Robert, her husband, just looked at the ground. "Why are you here? Why is he here?" she turned to the mysterious man who brought both of them into this room.

"He is your assigned afterlife match," the man responded. "Afterlife match? What the hell is that? A soulmate? He isn't my match for christ's sake," Caroline ranted. Leave it to whoever made the decisions in this place to assign her with the person she hated most at this very moment. "Caroline, honey, let's talk it out," Robert said softly. He felt guilt for his actions, but was mostly ashamed to have to face her afterwards. "Like hell we'll t-" she was cut off when the man spoke. "Your afterlife match isn't your soulmate," he stated, "Your afterlife match is the person you despise most. The person who would've brought you pain for the rest of your life."

Caroline and Robert stared at each other for a long moment. They really did bring each other pain when they were alive. Caroline wasn't ever loyal to Robert, constantly having affairs, and Robert always brought Caroline down, making often cruel remarks about her and then faking kindness. When it was obvious neither of them were going to talk the mysterious man continued on. "The deal is the two of you are stuck in this room together... Unless one of you removes the other. Then the victorious one is set free on earth."

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Elias Hyeok Jung​
Icarus

nickname: Eli

age: 21

gender: male

sexuality: pansexual

country of origin: Irish/Korean



PERSONALITY:


Take the most arrogant, cockiest jerk of a man you know, and multiply that by 10. That's Eli. You do something and he'll insist he can do it better. And he will, most of the time. He's incredibly smart, excels in sports, and volunteers in his free time. The perfect guy- on paper, anyway. His persistent callousness and patronizing demeanor ruin that for him. He's defensive, obstinate, and often foolish. Eli isn't all bad, however. Get to know him and you'll find and he can be a fun-loving goofball and an absolute nerd. Though he doesn't often let it show, all this comes from a place of desperation. He has a deep-rooted fear of failure and this is what drives his urge to be the best.

APPEARANCE:







Eli is about 6'4 and weighs about 200 pounds of mostly muscle. With his angular brown eyes and a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, his face has a very distinctive look. His is a face rarely forgotten. His lips are pink and large, but often chapped as Elias tends to chew on his lower lips when he gets deep into thought. Eli keeps his black hair in a short, fashionable cut that always seems to be just a little grown out. He generally keeps it pushed up and too the side out of his eyes but it can occasionally be seen hanging across his forehead and into his eyes when he's feeling lazy. Eli also has a tattoo of Daedalus' mark on his left shoulder. Other than the occasional scar from years of sports and physical activity, there's no other mark on Eli's skin.

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BIOGRAPHY:


Eli's history is fairly standard of a mixed Asian's. His mother is white - Irish if you want to be specific. Eileen definitely babied him, as Irish catholic mothers often do to their sons. This didn't do much to curb is competitive, arrogant behaviors, behaviors that were fostered by his father pushing him to be as successful as he can be. Min-Woo tried his best not to be as forceful as his father was by supporting all of Eli's interests, but that only caused Elias to push to be the best in everything he did. Eileen and Min-Woo had one other child, a daughter, Neasa Mi-Seon Jung. Neasa is two years younger than Eli, but they were very close for siblings of the opposite gender. They did everything together before he left for University and he misses her dearly. They facetime regularly to make up for the distance. Growing up, Eli played football not the american kind, rugby, and ran track. He took all honors level courses, was in an engineering club after school, and even played guitar. He had friends, but was never really close with them and often found himself feeling lonely and isolated. His sister was the only person he was truly close to.

OTHER:


POWERS & ACADEMICS

Powers: Very good at engineering- quick thinker, ingenious ideas, and is somehow always able to solve problems that no one else can solve.
Drawbacks: Often has ideas that are too outlandish to actually work, and his arrogance of course.
Skill: Architecture, Astrophysics, Physics
Year: 3
Major: Physics with a minor in Engineering
LIKES & DISLIKES

Strengths/Virtues: Hardworking, Family-Oriented, Intelligent
Weaknesses/Vices: Competitive, Arrogant, Patronizing
Quirks: Talks to himself when he works, Chews on his bottom lip
Likes: Architecture, Astrophysics, Music, Runnng, Space, Football again, its soccer but im calling it football for the sake of the character
Dislikes: Failure, Hot Weather, Organized Religion, Blood, Koreaboos
Fears: Not being good enough, Heights, Dying alone
Desires: Making his dad proud, becoming an engineer
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Aria Thatcher


name- aria thatcher

mythology figure- calliope

age- 20 years old

gender- female

sexuality- bisexual

country of origin- united states



height- 5'9

weight- 115 lbs

hair- dark brown

eyes- brown


powers- exceptionally talented artist, singer, and poet. people are inexplicably drawn to her

drawbacks- can't control the people drawn to her.



vices- opinionated, flirty, materialistic, vain

virtues- bright, kind, romantic, intelligent, artistic



likes- music, painting, sketching, cooking, warm things,

dislikes- sour foods, bland coffee, being bored, horror


quirks- chews on her lips, often has flowers in her hair


strengths- flirting, singing, art, poetry

weaknesses- distant, not good at friendships, bad listener

personality- Aria is in the only field that would ever lead someone to call her driven. If she's not making music, she's making art. She's incredibly vain, both about her appearance and her creations. Aria is also incredibly flirtatious and will flirt with anyone and everyone, taken or not. She's defensive, outspoken, and doesn't take any crap.

background- Aria had a very standard, middle class American upbringing. Two older brothers and a younger sister. Went to an Art School for highschool, dated a lot but never anyone seriously. Nothing of note. The details are blurred even for Aria herself.

major- double majoring in Art and Music

year- 2


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Lorelei Sage
Circe​


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name: Lorelei Sage
age: 20
gender: female
sexuality: bisexual
country of origin: australia​


appearance: Lorelei stands at 5'11, and paired with her fiery red mane of curls, her height makes her a sight to behold. She has a slim figure with supple curves, long legs, and milky pale skin. Her green eyes are framed by dark lashes, and her facial features are complimented by the splatter paint freckles covering her body.
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personality: The definition of the empowered woman, Lorelei is bold, opinionated, and independent to a fault. She gets a bit defensive when she's told no and doesn't do well with authority. She does what she wants, when she wants, and somehow always gets away without consequences. She's a flirt, and never seems to have trouble getting whoever she wants in bed. A hardcore feminist whose views border on misandry at times, she always sticks up for the little guy- well, little woman. Lorelei couldn't be less bothered than when faced with a man in need, unless that man is a "Men's Rights Advocate", at which point she gets pretty upset, to say the least.

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Trigger Warning: Mentions Drugs and Sexual Assault, The SA portion will be covered with a spoiler.

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history: Lorelei Sage had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal as a childhood can be in a family of six just above the poverty line. The oldest girl with four younger siblings, she had all the responsibility of a parent as soon as she was old enough to hold her siblings. It always frustrated her that it was pushed on her, but not her brother. He was older than her, why didn't he have to take care of the kids too? It wasn't long before Lorelei figured out that it was because he was a boy and she was a girl. That was the start of her distaste for men. Even as children, they had it easier. She continued to take care of her siblings, but as she got older, Lorelei started acting out, determined to gain her independence one way or another. She stole, she got into dangerous situations with men, and started smoking marijuana. It was all for naught, though, because with both her parents working nearly 80 hours a week, her actions went unnoticed. So, she left. Her youngest sibling was 7 now, and there were more than enough kids for them to takencare of themselves. She moved in with an older girl she'd met through their mutual dealer and was able to put more focus into doing the things she enjoyed. They lived together without incident for several monthsuntil Lorelei's roommate, Sasha, was sexually assaulted on the bus ride home from their dealer. Even with a rape kit done and eye witness testimony, Sasha was unable to properly report the assault because she had drugs on her person and in her system. In fact, she was actually arrested when she tried. It was then that Lorelei got heavy into women's rights. Men were trash and Lorelei refused to sit by as she and her fellow woman were taken advantage again and again while men got away with anything and everything. She began protesting, writing to her representatives, and making petitions, but she knew she couldn't do anything while men still held the majority in the government. So she started putting her focus into her schooling and went to university to learn all she could about politics before running for office.
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likes: women, flowers, animals, protests, pleasure
dislikes: men, her parents, authority, gender roles, the patriarchy
strengths: independent, strong-willed, compelling
weaknesses: independent, argumentative, bull-headed
quirks: blanks out when deep in thought, twists her ring when nervous.
fears: not being able to change the way the world works against women
desires: to make the world a better place for women
powers: has the ability to change the way people interpret their surroundings (thinking something that is there, isn't, or make a lie seem truthful). Also is extremely charming and people feel safe around her.
drawbacks: sometimes unable to control her influence on other's realities, meaning sometimes what she wants to make people see isn't exactly what happens
skills: bloop
major: politics
year: 2
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codedbycrucialstar (but changed a lot by me)| click boxes and hidden scrolls | faceclaim: @ emblu on IG


The rain splattering on the sidewalk was the perfect soundtrack for Ignus' mood. He sighed and leaned back into his chair, his foot tapping, restless despite his sour mood. Nothing had gone right for him today, nothing at all. He'd woken up that morning to find the sky grey and crying, and his ceiling leaking onto his bed. After spending an hour on the phone with his worthless landlord, he was forced to push his bed to the side and place a bucket under the leak so he could go to work. And work, as always, was awful. Entitled customer after entitled customer coming to treat him like less than a dog, as if he was actually in charge of the prices of their stupid coffee. Breaks were his only solace during the grueling 8 hour shift. Afterward he had plans to see Mario, but he had to cancel those so he could supervise the damn ceiling getting fixed, and of course that didn't go right either. The handy man was 45 minutes late and poked around in the crawlspace for an hour and a half before fixing the leak. Ignus should have just fixed it himself, but then he would have had to deal with the landlord and his damned repair policy and that wouldn't have made his day any better. When the incompetent loaf of a plumber finally left his home, Ignus thought maybe, just maybe, he could finally sit down and relax with some noodles and some netflix. But, no. Ignus should have known better. The netflix servers were down. And that brings us to Ignus leaning back in his chair, sighing, and watching the rain with a solemn look on his face.
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