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  • Greek Mythos: The Gods Awaken Character Sheet


    BASICS AND APPEARANCE​


    Full Name:
    Nickname:
    Age: 18 to 22 years.
    Gender:
    Sexual Orientation:
    Country of Origin:
    Reincarnation Of:
    Face-Claim: (mention somewhere in CS)
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    Hair Color:
    Eye Color:
    Height:
    Weight:
    Tattoos/Markings:
    Distinguishing Features: What makes them recognizable?



    PERSONALITY​


    Personality:
    Strengths/Virtues: Three minimum
    Weaknesses/Vices: Three minimum
    Quirks:
    Likes: Five minimum
    Dislikes: Five minimum
    Fear: Optional
    Desire: Optional
    Secret: Optional



    BACKGROUND​


    History:
    Theme Song: Optional

    Note: History can be as long or short as you want. You can add how your character met another one, if you so desire. Relationships between characters can be worked out separately.




    POWERS AND ABILITIES​


    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.
    Weapons: If forced to carry a weapon, what would they use? (Unless they already carry one...)

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    Basics and Appearance
    Full Name:
    Nickname:
    Age: 18 to 22 years.
    Gender:
    Sexual Orientation:
    Country of Origin:
    Reincarnation Of:
    Face-Claim: (mention somewhere in CS)
    Hair Color:
    Eye Color:
    Height:
    Weight:
    Tattoos/Markings:
    Distinguishing Features: What makes them recognizable?

    Personality
    Personality:
    Strengths/Virtues: Three minimum
    Weaknesses/Vices: Three minimum
    Quirks:
    Likes: Five minimum
    Dislikes: Five minimum
    Fear: Optional
    Desire: Optional
    Secret: Optional

    Background
    History:
    Theme Song: Optional

    Note: History can be as long or short as you want. You can add how your character met another one, if you so desire. Relationships between characters can be worked out separately.

    Powers and Abilities
    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.
    Weapons: If forced to carry a weapon, what would they use? (Unless they already carry one...)​
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    NOTE: PLEASE INCLUDE A WRITING SAMPLE EITHER SOMEWHERE IN THE CS OR UNDER THE CS IN A SPOILER. THANK YOU.​
 
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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

    Reincarnation Of: Iris
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    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

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

    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
    ​


    Powers and Abilities

    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.

    Weapons:
    Her rainbows, her fists, and her trusty daggers
    ​




    Coding by AnimeGenork AnimeGenork ​

 
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    Persephone​
    Full Name: Elizabella Mathers
    Nickname: Liz, Lizzie, Bella
    Age: 18
    Gender: Female
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
    Country of Origin: United States
    Reincarnation 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: She had a miscarriage at seventeen, and found out she might not ever be able to have kids.

    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
    Weapons: Twisting vines
    Code by apolla apolla


New Orleans.
Arianna couldn't help but feel anxious. The little bubble of anxiety that had formed in the pit of her stomach upon arriving had only gotten bigger. Being in a strange place, not knowing anyone, looking for a woman who had given her up? None of it sounded like a good time to Ari, but she knew she had to do this. The strange occurrences were only getting stronger, and happening more frequently. She was terrified, and Tessa was the only person that could help her. Henry had begged Arianna not to go, had pleaded, even. Offered anything he could to get her to stay away from this city, and it broke Arianna's heart to go behind his back. But she was an adult, and had every right to know this woman. Ariannaneeded her help.

But there was no Tessa in the phone books. Nothing on social media, even googling her name had brought up a dead end. It was frustrating, but at least she knew her last name: Zabielski. It was one thing she'd managed to pry from Henry before leaving. So far, she hadn't any of his texts or calls, aside from the one text she sent when she got here to let him know she was alright. Even now, as her phone buzzed in her pocket, she ignored it. It wasn't like any of her friends would be wondering about her; they'd all distanced themselves. Or perhaps it had been her fault.

Having left her car at the hotel she'd checked into, she walked the streets of New Orleans. She didn't want to venture far, as she didn't want to get lost, but every street just kept taking her further and further into the heart of the city. She spotted a bookstore up ahead, and though the ones back home hadn't been any help, maybe this one would be. It was her mother's hometown, after all. She approached it, checking for hours on the door before pushing it open.

Dust that had settled on the door shifted as she moved the door, falling down like little brown snowflakes and causing her to cough. There wasn't anyone in the front of the store, but Arianna crossed the threshold anyway. At first, all she found were normal books. Just like back home. Fiction, non fiction, some kids books. Just as she was about to give up, her eyes landed on a curtain she hadn't seen before. There was a pentacle above the curtain, and she was drawn to the symbol.

Glancing around, still not seeing anyone, she stepped towards the curtain and moved it aside. This area was darker, lit up by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. She browsed the tiny section, her eyes landing on a book that had a beautiful, looping script on the side of it. It wasn't a language she recognized, but she picked it up anyway.

She should have never opened it.

Opening it to about the middle, she froze as she saw one of the shadow creatures staring at her, its eyes wide and unforgiving. "Ex umbra animae viventis," she read from underneath it, thinking she recognized the language as Latin. But before she could turn the page, the curtain was whipped back. A large man stood there, his expression just as unforgiving as the shadow creature.

"What're you doin'?" He snapped, his eyes falling to the book in her hands. "This is a restricted area." He growled, reaching for the book.

Arianna didn't know what made her snap the book shut and pull it to her chest, shaking her head. "I-I'm sorry. I just wanted-"

"I don' care!" The man bellowed, practically lunging for her now.

Arianna flew backwards, knocking into a shelf and causing it to topple over. Without thinking twice, she dropped the book and fled past him, back to the main area. Looking down, she saw a familiar black smoke emanating from her hands. It thickened and wrapped itself around her in inky tendrils, also spreading out across the floor of the shop. The lights flickered as the man pushed his way back out after her. "Look, I'm sorry, but please-- I need to see that book." Arianna tried to control the smoke, but it was still going strong, even when she tucked her hands into her back pockets.

"Get out!" The man pointed to the door, sending another jolt of fear shooting through Arianna. The fear sent the smoke haywire, and it wrapped around everything it could like the many arms of an octopus. The man screamed as the dark shadows blocked his vision, sending him tumbling into a bookshelf just like she had. Arianna stepped back, glad the shop had been practically abandoned as she walked in. But surely the noise would draw attention.

But before Arianna could even make the decision to move, the lights in the place shattered, casting the entire bookstore in blackness.
 
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    B A S I C S ! full name !
    xxx↳ dmitry kell turner.
    nickname !
    xxx↳ his father calls him misha.
    age !
    xxx↳ nineteen and three quarters.
    gender !
    xxx↳ cisgender male, uses he/him pronouns.
    orientation !
    xxx↳ bisexual with no preference.
    origin !
    xxx↳ born in moscow, russia.
    reincarntion !
    xxx↳ hades, god of the underworld and riches.
    faceclaim !
    xxx↳ he's often mistaken for cole sprouse.
    shipped with !
    xxx↳ the scully to his mulder; cordelia langford.

    hair color !
    xxx↳ dark brown.
    eye color !
    xxx↳ deep brown with an underlying tone of chaos.
    height !
    xxx↳ six foot / one hundred and eighty two centimetres.
    weight !
    xxx↳ one hundred and sixty pounds / seventy two kilograms.
    tattoos + piercings !
    xxx↳ not applicable
    dist. features !
    xxx↳ his dark hair + excessive amount of rings.




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    P E R S O N A !personality !
    xxx↳ dmitry is chaotic and eccentric as they come. the male has no impulse control and has the same attention span of a three year old. dmitri is fickle, often rushing around everywhere and commenting on everything he sees, his mouth has no filter and will blabber about anything and everything that is in his range of sight. the male has a very short attention span, it's extremely short, and most people struggle to contain the free spirit's attention. dmitry finds happiness in the tiniest things, whether its rings or a cup of chamomile tea, the male enjoys life for what it is; an adventure. his sense of adventure was a trait he inherited from his father and being constantly on the open road, dmitry hates being confined to one place constantly needs to move. overall, dmitry is like an extremely excited golden retriever puppy, loyal and impulsive, but a sweetheart.
    virtues !
    xxx↳ eccentric, loyal, intelligent, adventurous.
    vices !
    xxx↳ fickle, temperamental, impulsive, stubborn.
    quirks !
    xxx↳ chews the inside of his cheek, wears a lot of rings.
    likes !
    xxx↳ rings, denim jackets, old monster movies, thrift stores.
    dislikes !
    xxx↳ being confined, arrogance, rich people, kids.
    desires !
    xxx↳ the male just wants to explore the world and the hidden alleys the world has to offer.
    fears !
    xxx↳ dmitry hates the idea of small spaces due to growing up on the open road. he's also deathly afraid of children because they're just gross.




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    I N D E P T H ! dmitry's parents had lived their romeo and juliet tale before the birth of their son. both were from rivalling gangs who's hatred was colder than the russian snow which surrounded them. it all began when a "supposed" member of the hell's angels stole one of the horsemen's bike in the middle of the night, with its parts scrapped and were being sold on the market. soon, things went downhill as gang members began throwing more accusations to each other. but the son of the horsemen and the daughter of the hell's angels didn't see them as rivals; they saw each other more. lucifer and lilith, names that weren't surprisingly planned at the time, fell in love when their eyes met each other. the two quickly tied the knot at a small town chapel; the pews were filled with close friends of theirs as the couple murmured their vows and celebrated their new life together with a kiss.

    their marriage started off bumpy, however, lilith was banned from her family's gang after they discovered their beloved daughter was married and pregnant with the child of the rival gang. however, she was welcomed into her husband's gang and together, lucifer took on the role as the head with his wife having equal control as well. lilith gave birth to their son, dmitry, a year later in the backroom of their local pub. life was happy for a while, both lucifer and lilith were dominant figures in their son's life as they road across europe on their bikes, showing their son the world who sat excitedly on the back of their bike. dmitry was a handful, to say the least, he often wandered away from camp and returned with bruised knees, cuts from branches but with a big grin on his face.

    dmitry was homeschooled for most of his life as well, his mother taught him english and how the world worked while his father taught him maths, and life skills he could use in the future. the knowledge from his parents wasn't enough, dmitry would stay up late reading books he found at gift shops or whatever the other gang members could find. the horsemen gang was like a family to the boy, with archie acting like his cool uncle while katrina was the alcoholic aunt everyone envied to have, the whole gang helped to shape dmitry who is he, except help him to be a leader. on the night of his nineteenth birthday, dmitry's father whispered into his son's ear about how he was planned to be the next leader of the gang. horrified, dmitry protested in against the idea, angrily trying to convince his father how unprepared he was, but his father wouldn't hear of it.

    the teen wasn't going to give in easily to his father, inheriting his mother's stubbornness, dmitry packed the few things that belonged to him and stole his father's bike. fear and stubbornness fuelled dmitry as he drove the highway as long as could, days felt like minutes as he suddenly found himself in greece.

    E X T R A !
    powers !
    xxx↳ weapon summoning dmitri has the ability to summon any type of weapon of his choice before making it disappear like a mere card trick.
    xxx↳ intangibility the teen can change his physical body to be able to move between solid walls and become his own shadow with enough willpower.
    drawbacks !
    xxx↳ dmitri must hold his breathe in order to become intangible, his shadow form only works if he has a shadow formed somewhere.
    xxx↳ he can't give other people his weapons otherwise they'll turn to dust.
    weapons !
    xxx↳ while he can summon whatever weapon he would like, dmitri often goes for twin daggers.




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okay, so maybe surprising his younger siblings wasn't the best idea.

the ex-rockstar didn't plan to make a big entrance - preferring to stay invisible - until he could find his younger siblings and surprise them with a good o'l big brother hug. however, two freshman girls shrieked in excitement once they saw augustus wandering in with a suitcase and a long cloud of grey smoke trailing behind him. augustus had never ran so fast for his life once he heard a girl screaming out his name, hiding behind bushes until he safely entered the admission building once he flicked his cigarette away. with a tired groan, augustus stopped in front of the receptionist's desk, leaning over and plastering a charming smile.

"oi luv, mind doing your receptionist thing and calling lilith and tobias monroe for me?" augustus asked with a raised eyebrow, waving his hand at the receptionist's desk with a boyish smile. the receptionist glanced towards the male with a bored expression dancing across her face, loudly chewing faded pink bubblegum as an awkward silence filled the room. after a long pause and augustus uncomfortably shifting his weight, the receptionist silently picked up the microphone and called out his siblings' names in a monotone voice.

augustus grinned, drumming the counter before heading to an empty chair, his leg bouncing as he waited for his siblings. ten minutes went by until he heard the door creak open. augustus jumped to his feet, an excited grin spreading across his lips as he lifted his glasses up to get a better look at his baby siblings. "my god, you both look so big!" he cried, watching tobias holding lilith back by the arm. augustus' grin turned into an awkward smile as lilith moved outside, muttering something under her breathe while tobias gave augustus an uneasy glance.

the rockstar followed lilith outside, "hey, sis. don't be a cryba-"

augustus' words were caught short as he felt a fist connect with his cheek. pain erupted like an angry volcano as tobias tried to calm their sister down; that was going to leaving a bruise.

"don't you fucking dare augustus," lilith hissed, her words sharp like knives as augustus cupped his cheek while wincing in pain, "how did you find us, huh? i thought you were "too cool" for us."

"we had complications... look, i'm sorry lil, you know how out of everyone that our parents were absolute twats. i had to get out of there, and i wish i could've brought you two as well." augustus murmured, stuffing his hands into his pockets. the tension between the monroe siblings could've been sliced with a knife. it was obvious none of the siblings knew how to show affection between each other, with their parents being poor examples. augustus wanted to be better, he truly did, he wasn't sure how. harsh words were thrown around until lilith stomped away with tobias giving him a disappointed look and followed lilith.

"fucking hell," augustus finally spat out as he lit another cigarette, picking up his belongings and wandered around campus until he found a comfortable spot on the empty bleachers, releasing a long line of smoke from his lips. maybe university was a bad idea, who bloody knows

 
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basic information;
desdemona gwózdek. desdemona; meaning misery. the cursed child. nicknamed: mona; the young, twenty year old female who resembles the model ann kuleshova is from poland and is the incarnation of melinoe; the goddess of ghost and nightmares.

desdemona is seen as pale as a ghost against her hypnotic, bright blue eye and jet black hair that falls down to her back, she appears haunting like a spirit. desdemona has light-footsteps and quite a low presence which causes a lot of fright in others as they can barely hear her moving or walking behind or towards them. but, if one were to observe her, she moves quite fluidly taking her time, never rushing. regardless, desdemona prefers to stand in the shadow and darkness, hating the bright light. she prefers to have shades and an umbrella with her at all times if she's under the blaring sun. although it seems like the woman is allergic to the sun, desdemona would rather find comfort in the cooling air of the night. nevertheless, she is always seen wearing a charm bracelet on her right wrist as her left hand is her dominant hand. with an eerie presence, not many feel comfortable being around the woman, feeling as if she's bad luck or an omen to stray away from.

personality;
the young woman sees the world in black and white: good and bad, light and dark. not one to have high self-esteem of herself. it is rare for her to have high self-esteem of herself, feeling as if she's just there to be used and thrown away - but it isn't like she minds as she's being useful. she doesn't see the problem in putting her all in helping others. desdemona rarely talks about herself and is rather a better listener. she isn't afraid of being alone or abandoned as she's rather independent. she doesn't know how to ask for "help" or rely on others. she takes every day with strides, leisurely taking in everything around her. desdemona has a quiet demeanor as she's not one to be boisterous or loud. she shies away from those who seems to have a pure soul and finds herself relaxing among those of her "kin" - in the darkness and the shadows. desdemona can come off socially awkward, not understanding social cues and can come off as rude. nevertheless, she's more at peace with the ghost and spirits than other humans. isolated and closed-off, desdemona is one layer after the next. she can come off as an enigma, a mysterious entity - never letting on to what she's thinking.

nevertheless, if she finds herself caring for others, she can become rather protective of them, even if it means staying away from them and watching from afar. desdemona puts others before herself, sometimes to the point of exhaustion. she rarely knows her limits. regardless, she doesn't like getting close to people, afraid to bring them misery. desdemona believes she is a "cursed woman" and knows she brings fears in others even if she genuinely wants to be around others. humans scare her with their constant emotions and changing of ways. regardless, she cares for people even if they may treat her wrong, thinking it's what she deserves. nevertheless, she has a good head on her shoulders and is extremely loyal to those she respect. however, respect, to her, is earned and not given. desdemona is seen as odd and creepy as she's always staring up in space/air, however, that's only because she can hear, see, and speak to ghost - beings other normal humans couldn't do. obedient, she takes everything to heart, and does what she's told as it's ingrained in her head. the young woman, underneath the surface, seems to have seen much and heard more than one could comprehend. much sorrow hides beneath her mask and in the end, desdemona feels like a broken, wandering lost soul.

vices: isolated, cold, standoffish, eccentric, odd, mysterious, melancholy, insecure and low self-esteem ( in terms of she's treated how she is because who she is and that is okay ), mad ( not necessarily off her rockers, but it seems that way sometimes ), slightly paranoid, spooky, awkward, obedient
virtues: alluring, loyal, protective, observant, soft-spoken, patient, gentle, considerate and thoughtful, child-like, honest, efficient, clever, resourceful, courageous, brave, hardworking, active, generous
quirks: tends to stare off into "space" often but it's usually her interacting with ghost that she sees. always wears a charm bracelet and never takes it off - believes it's a protection. very superstitious and would never walk under a ladder, step on a crack, etc. has charms on her at all times and gives it to people she wants to protect.

biography;
trigger warning: abandonment, verbal abuse and abuse, death | mentions: abortion​

"You should have gotten rid of that curse when you had the chance, Lena!" A voice hissed in one direction as another snaked through the opposite. "All she has done is cause your lives misery and she hasn't even been born yet!"

Derogatory words slurred in circular motions around the pregnant woman as she heard her own beloved family point and call her child a demon. Bloodshot red eyes glossed over those hovering over her, her vision unclear as she only saw black shadows and small little orbs of lights.

Life wasn't easy nor filled with all-around happiness in the Gwózdek household. Lena tried her best to care for her one and only daughter despite being abandoned by her husband. But, as bad luck would have it, Lena couldn't care for Desdemona any longer, not when she couldn't feed both of them. Lena tearfully left Desdemona in a cabin in the woods with her estranged mother ( Desdemona's grandmama ) and returned to her family who accepted her once Desdemona was gone. At first, Lena found herself able to breathe, muttering that she did her best and gave Desdemona her best chance at life. But, the nightmares of her child being left behind and not being a good enough mother turned Lena towards the brink of madness and soon death followed.

From the age of thirteen, Desdemona lived with her grandmother in the cabin in the woods. She taught her everything she needed to know: how to survive in the wilderness, reading, writing, and crafting. Despite Granny's hard exterior and tough love, she treated Desdemona like her own child. However, Desdemona was always forbidden to leave the woods unless Granny was with her and to never speak about ghost or the "other" side outside of their home. Desdemona grew up isolated and distant towards most folks despite there being visitors to Granny's cabin. Nevertheless, Desdemona lived day-by-day, however, it wasn't until an outing with Granny did Desdemona feel a sudden pull, feeling drawn to a pamphlet with Mount Olympus on the cover. After much pleading and reasoning, Desdemona was allowed to head to Greece on her own.

abilities and skills;
powers: phantom: most known as phantasm manipulation, desdemona has the ability to create, manipulate, and destroy ghosts/specters and their energies. the ability can induce fear into the hearts of others in which desdemona can use spirits to cause great chaos and control the souls of others when they are dead. she is able to influence and control this ability much more than "madness" solely due to the fact that she can commune with the dead and understand them.
madness: most known as nightmare manipulation, desdemona has the ability to create, shape, enter and manipulate the nightmares of oneself and others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, observing nightmares and turning dreams into nightmares. when desdemona is able to control this ability, the nightmares can extends to the real world, such as wounds inflicted on a sleeping victim and even pulling someone from the waking world into the dream world. also, the nightmares may cause the victim to go into shock and can cause death.
note: information taken from superpower wiki, credits to the contributors
drawbacks: phantom can only be used if the soul she is manipulating is still roaming earth. she can not summon the dead and invoke the spirits that do not have vengeful intentions. the souls who have already passed on can not be tempered with, only those with evil intentions. on the other hand, madness can not influence someone unless she personally has touched them when they are sleeping, if she has a personal belonging of the person, and if she, herself, is in a dream-like state with them. at the same time, a person's mental and spiritual awareness | ego needs to be vulnerable and weak-willed to allow the nightmares to be successful and for phantom to be seen.
skills and weapons: she's great at hunting, tracking, and has survival instincts thanks to living in the woods all her life. she has hunting tools and is able to carve out her own weapons from trees.
☾ . desdemona is great at gardening and has knowledge in different herbs and plants ( poisonous or not ).
✰ . ever since she was a child, she was born being able to see, communicate, and hear ghost. it was just something she had and never really questioned. but, because of her innate ability, she is vulnerable as mentioned before to being targeted to being harassed by ghost. some are friendly, some not so much.

likes and dislikes;
☾. likes: absolutely loves horror ( this does not mean blood ) - skulls, skeletons, candles, and haunted mansions. she's quite a spooky person and absolutely loves the whimsicalities of the night and the spirits of the shadows. halloween is her favorite holiday because she likes scaring people. at the same time, she has a soft heart for creatures such as black cats who are unloved. she's always on the side that's considered the "underdogs" and "unloved". metal music, black nail polish, spicy, sour & tart candies
✰ . dislikes: being surrounded by pure energy and bright light. she feels as if she could taint , even curse those around her if she stands too close. complainers, rude people, indecisiveness, sweets, the city life
☾. her favorite animals are black panthers, crows, and ravens. she feels at peace talking to spirits or ghost, any who want to speak to her. she doesn't stray away from "bad" ghost, finding empathy for their plight. there may be times that she could be a subjugated to even being possessed by ghost.

other;
☾ . come little children & hanging tree mashup by peter hollers and bailey pelkman is considered desdemona's theme song.
✰ . white roses and white camellias are considered are favorite flowers ; she likes autumn because it just shows that even dead things can be considered beautiful. so perhaps death is something to be intrigued by and considered alluring. she does not fear death but life itself.
☾ . without a doubt, the young girl has her own black and even hooded cloak that she wears when she wants to feel safe. black and white are her main color schemes. however, she will wear red lipstick to "dress" up and add some "colour" as long as the lipstick of blood red. she's quite superstitious and is definitely one to believe in the supernaturals of the world.
✰ . she has a soft spot for the big oak tree that is near her cabin; talks to the spirit of the tree often.
☾ . has no clue how to work modern technology such as computers, phones, and tv
✰ . fears: tbd. ( what is there to be afraid of when you have nothing to lose? nothing to hold onto? living day by day like a walking dead? perhaps, a hint of her is afraid of being happy - afraid to find something tangible to hold onto: hope. ). secrets? desires? they're all the same thing: to find peace, to find joy, and maybe. . . to even be loved. ( what is love? ). regardless, she sometimes wants to get out of her comfort and to learn what friendship is. . . . and maybe become part of something more.
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  • [div class=container] [div class=inner] [div class=innerScroll style="padding-top: 20px;"] [div class=section1] [div class=title1 style="color: #b7cfda; font-size: 29px;"]cordelia langford[/div] [div class=gif1 style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/5c6bdda06395918d539f1a74b461a4be/tumblr_inline_p2n1dpx7Gf1rbm3wd_500.gif'); background-position: 50% 50%;"][/div] [div class=gif1 style="background-image: url('https://i.imgur.com/zoAMB5O.gif');background-position: 80% 50%;"][/div] [div class=gif1 style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/237ccb779ff20060aefc3c39dbc184f5/tumblr_inline_p2n1dxKhwx1rbm3wd_500.gif'); background-position: 50% 50%;"][/div] [div class=title1 style="color: #b7cfda;"]athena ![/div] [/div] [div class=section2] [div class=gifbox] [div class=gif style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/b011212028e46379f3338d4b5e5d864d/tumblr_inline_p2n1g7RO181rbm3wd_500.gif');"][/div]
    [div class=gif style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/cfff4c94cd497bb8de6a9e9b57708372/tumblr_inline_p2n1gdawYC1rbm3wd_500.gif'); background-position: 50% 50%;"][/div] [/div] [div class=title style="margin-left: 10px; color: #b7cfda;"] basics + appearance ! [/div] [div class=content style="left: 10px; position: relative;"] [div class=scroll] [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]name[/div] cordelia anne langford
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]nickname[/div] delia, lia, della, cory. and the list goes on.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]age[/div] nineteen years old
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]gender[/div] cis female
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]sexual orientation[/div] heteroflexible
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]origin[/div] born and raised in new york
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]reincarnation[/div] athena, virgin goddess of wisdom and war
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]face claim[/div] diana silvers

    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]hair color[/div] medium brown
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]eye color[/div] dark brown
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]height[/div] five foot nine inches.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]weight[/div] 136 lbs.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]tattoos + markings[/div] regular ear piercings.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]distinguishing features[/div] n/a [/div] [/div] [/div]

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    [div class=title style="margin-left: 80px; color: #b7cfda;"] personality !

    [div class=content] [div class=scroll] [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]personality[/div] 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.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]virtues[/div] dedicated, intelligent, witty, confident
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]vices[/div] unknowingly apathetic at times, headstrong, calculating, reserved
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]quirks[/div] 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.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]likes[/div] books, tv shows, peppermint tea, vintage everything, thrifting.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]dislikes[/div] coffee, her mother and family in general, talking about family, flavored water.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]fears[/div] she fears failure more than anything, though being old and alone is a major fear of hers as well.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]desires[/div] it's simple: she wants to live a fulfilling life. one that is not like her mother's. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=gifbox style="float: right;"] [div class=gif style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/958523d0131f3fab9de7b99c9dcfab4e/tumblr_inline_p2n1cxOyQW1rbm3wd_500.gif');"][/div]
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    [div class=title style="font-size: 33px; position: relative; z-index: 2; color: #b7cfda"]history + extra !
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    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 on the other side of the united states, or preferably, out of the country, and with her intellect it was doubtful she would be denied. she packed up her few important belongings, before stepping on a plane and never once did the thought of looking back cross her mind. landing in italy, she studied and worked, the feeling of freedom enveloping her in a joyous state of life. and now, on a whim, she has decided to head to greece, wanting to practice the language more.

    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]powers[/div]
    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.

    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]drawbacks[/div]
    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.
    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]skills[/div]
    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.

    [div class=block style="background-color: #b7cfda;"]weapons[/div]
    xx → butterfly knife; she carries a butterfly knife because she likes messing around with it, and she's pretty good at the tricks, but she's never actually used it as a weapon. [/div] [/div]
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Dread had been cast in Saffron’s mind following Chance King’s party, as she pondered what the hell to do. Her mind lingered back to that night and she hated how it made her heart flutter and her stomach brew with excitement. Even her sister commented on Saff’s recent change in demeanour, which instead made her head spin with questions and her pulse race with fear. Those feelings and thoughts didn’t fade over the two days between the party of the year, and the beginning of school. With a few shaky breaths, Saffron began striding through the halls.

Majority of the school was alight with gossip already. She sighed inwardly for how people reveled in stuff that could destroy people. It resembled a flame, and each person’s decision to share what they heard someone whispering about was like kindle. But when someone created a new rumor or spread a new truth of something they saw – it was a log. It allowed the fire to burn longer. And it was the party at the King residence that was the spark to ignite the fire. Arriving in the halls of Avon High, you could hear the fire sizzle on the mouths of the students, and crackle with each judging glance thrown. As far as Saffron knew, her personal experience at the party was still a secret, but for many that was not the case. And they were subject to the school’s flames devouring them alive.

Yet she was still paranoid, glancing around as she stalked through the halls. People did anything in their power to make her life a living hell, and she knew that anything could become blackmail material if only someone tried. Or they could easily ruin a reputation, and for someone like Chance King, she had no doubts reputation was everything. Saffron was not about to be the girl to screw that up for him – or share his secret. But keeping things from Oliver, it felt so damn wrong. Her head spun with these thoughts throughout the day, and soon she was in the cafeteria, clearly too interested in her food. Typically, the other unpopular duo, Tramel and Emmeline were here. And she was relying on that fact, so she wouldn’t have to lie to Oliver. She didn’t know how he’d react, considering they’d always mocked the popular crowd. And Saffron still despised most of them. A gentle nudge jolted her out of her thought, probably for the first time that day.

Her dark eyes flashed up from her food, focusing on Oli under her thick lashes, and she quickly swallowed nearly choking in the process. “Um, yeah? Chance’s right?” She rested her head on her hand, attempting to remain calm outwardly. Though her head was in fact racing with thoughts, perhaps they were praying that he knew nothing of her talking to Chance. Saff wasn’t ready. She stared at Oliver as he breathlessly spoke, and her expression quickly morphed into one of confusion yet underlying concern. “Yeah, okay.” Saffron squeezed the boy’s hand and in contrast, raised an eyebrow playfully at him. “I think you might need a lesson about run on sentences, though.”

“What do you…” She began, though her eyes followed his gaze to the commotion with the jocks, and her voice faded out. Emmeline and Tramel were confronting the dick of a quarterback, Frankie. There was no way in hell she was joining in on that suicide mission. A simple look at the football players told you not to mess with them. She matched Oliver’s frantic look with one of uncertainty, “We both know going over there is definitely a mistake.”Saffron’s eyes pleaded with Oli. If he went there, of course, she would follow. But she certainly didn’t want to. “Let’s just… I don’t know. Give… emotional support? Tend to their wounds?” A loss of words fell upon her, and she could only gaze on the footballer’s table with concern for her other friends.
 
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    B A S I C S
    full name:     rhiannon rose hurston.
    nickname: rhi, rhia, rhiannu, nunu.
    age: twenty-one years old.
    gender: cis female.
    sexual orientation: pansexual.
    country of origin: born in france, grew up in new orleans, louisiana, and las vegas, nevada.
    reincarnation of: hecate, goddess of magic and witchcraft.
    face claim: tiana tolstoi.
    hair color: dark auburn.
    eye color: light brown.
    height: five feet eleven inches.
    weight: 128 lbs.
    tattoos/markings: ears are pierced twice, tattoo of the constellation sirius along her left ribcage.
    distinguishing features: her seeing-eye dog rabbit, and a cane. speaks with a gentle, southern drawl.
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    P E R S O N A
    personality:
    rhiannon has a very bright mind. she's quick to notice changes around her due to her heightened senses, but depending on who she's talking to, she might not be public about what she "sees". rhiannon's cheery yet calm disposition came from her parents, who wanted her to have a positive outlook on the world around her. they didn't want her to be embittered by not being able to see what was in front of her; it was them that taught her to be creative and to visualize. rhiannon tends to not talk about herself, because telling her story can be quite taxing, but she loves to listen to others and hear their stories to help shape her perception of their world. she lives for new experiences, and she is the first to research new areas if she can help it. rhiannon is a very hard worker, however, so breaks for these new experiences she wants so bad don't come easy. it takes a firm voice, a click to turn her radio off, and a reminder she's not a superhuman (heh) to bring her back to earth from whatever cloud she escaped to.

    strengths/virtues: creative, serene, confident, curious.
    weaknesses/vices: on auto-pilot and will work herself to the bone, prioritizes others over herself, big overthinker.
    quirks: loves to talk about her mud mix, will bring up the oddest material to help grow items ("do you know what's fantastic for that? ground up bones."), singing or dancing along to the radio, defaulting back to french or spanish when she is confused, uses roller skates to get places faster.
    likes: florence + the machine, strawberries, letting rabbit off duty, walking, observing, animals, tending to her garden.
    dislikes: flights, being too far off the ground, when rabbit is scared, being shaken without warning, not hearing some sort of background noise.
    fear: to be able to see and realizing things aren't as she's pictured it all of her life.
    desire: to continue her garden and to prove to her parents that she can provide for herself just fine...but it wouldn't hurt, having someone she loved along with her for the ride.
    secret: she wants to move back to new orleans, louisiana.

    P O W E R S
    m a g i c ( active; but limited )
    - being the reincarnation of hecate gives rhiannon access to spells, with a natural affinity towards hexes and necromancy. rhiannon's love of the earth gives her another affinity to green magic. once she remembers who she is, rhiannon will be able to use the sight to 'see' moments hidden from her when she touches someone's skin.

    d o o r m a n i f e s t a t i o n ( inactive )
    - hecate is also the goddess of pathways. rhiannon will learn that her visualization skills can come in handy to travel from one place to the other through creating door-shaped portals.

    drawbacks:
    - magic outside of her natural affinities takes up much more stamina for rhiannon to use. using the sight is also not a power rhiannon can control - she can't pick what to see, or to not see, she just receives a moment from whoever she touches unless she is wearing gloves.
    - rhiannon has to have a very visceral connection to a place to create a door to go, or the door will lead to a void. ( never fear, she can get out of the void with another visualization. ) she can also only take two people at a time with her. the doors only last forty-five minutes, until rhiannon is out of stamina.

    skills:
    - rhiannon's father made sure she knew how to protect herself, so she has had many self-defense classes and willingly goes to keep up her form.
    - rhiannon's mother can carry a tune and is good at mimicry. she was elated to hear her daughter sing with her while she combed her hair at night, listening to the radio, and she was slightly embarrassed to hear her nunu had mocked a teacher in class and 'that, mrs. hurston, is the reason we're sending your daughter home today.' ( rhiannon still thinks he deserved it for being mean to a sweet classmate of hers. )
    - she got that.

    weapons: she has a cane with a blade tucked in the handle, and she got a dog and it don't bite unless provoked to protect.

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    H I S T O R Y
    theme song:     you already know.

    rhiannon was born to adele and fletcher hurston, during the last weeks of their honeymoon in paris. adele was elated to hear her child's soft cries, easily hushed by a the sound of a heartbeat, but she could tell from the looks on the doctor's face that something had gone wrong. when the doctor explained to adele that her grandmother had been born blind and how such a characteristic could appear in her child, the panic she'd felt moments ago fleeted away, and she asked how long she'd be expected to stay in the hospital. she had taken care of her grandmother, so she wasn't worried.

    adele and fletcher enjoyed a few extra weeks in france - an extended honeymoon as far as they were concerned - before they flew back to the states, driving along the southern coast to most of the major cities - charlotte, north carolina; atlanta, georgia; el paso, new mexico; phoenix, arizona - before deciding to stay for a while in new orleans, louisiana, to give rhiannon a better education than the homeschooling they gave on the road.

    fletcher had purchased a house a few minutes away from a swamp. it was cheap, so there was no qualms from adele, who had rhiannon wrap her arms around her so the two could get to town on the days fletcher needed the van. on such a day, during a lunch break after adele had started teaching her daughter, now five, to read braille, rhiannon came upon a dead bird with a broken wing in their backyard. adele was transfixed from the porch as she watched her daughter bury the bird in a mix of swamp mud, blood, and bone meal and within minutes the bird was unearthed, chirping, flying around rhiannon's head to sing her a thank you song.

    when adele told fletcher, who usually had an open mind, he dismissed her, thinking the hot sun had done her a number. when a few months later, he witnessed rhiannon revive an alligator and the creature splashed him as he grabbed his daughter to run, he knew it hadn't been the heat. their daughter was just special. they weren't sure whether to keep it quiet or not. when the situations with their nunu got more and more odd, even though nothing bad came of it, her parents grew paranoid that they were to be found out, ultimately deciding after rhiannon turned eleven to move from the outskirts of new orleans to las vegas, nevada, hoping there wouldn't be as many strange happenings in a place known for money and heartbreak rather than a city known for its hidden magic.

    rhiannon found herself missing new orleans, but soon the city was pushed from her mind. there wasn't much excitement for her in las vegas, until she started realizing just how well her mud worked to heal things, and revitalize people. friends she'd made when she was a child helped keep her supply stocked and she began to grow flowers, produce, and would have a separate mud puddle to bury the roadkill, victims of assault she met, and others who heard of her by word of mouth, until they were healed.

    adele and fletcher were quite amazed at their daughter's ability to grow anything, especially in the hot atmosphere of nevada. since she was bringing in so much money for them, they decided she deserved to get something she'd wanted when she was a child, but they couldn't afford. when rhiannon was thirteen, she met with a pitbull mix puppy that was beginning her training to be a seeing-eye dog. the girl and the puppy, who she named rabbit after a florence + the machine song she'd been listening to lately, saw each other every day. when rabbit graduated her training program, she was finally sent home with rhiannon, who fell asleep with her, cuddled in the back seat of her parents' van.

    when rhiannon turned eighteen their trusty van broke down and this time, her father knew good ol' junior needed a professional touch. they found themselves in the garage of one puck wright, after his grandmother had put in an order and rhiannon had been honest with her about the machine. it was so sentimental to her father that buying a new one didn't feel like the right solution. her father still needed to go to work, so rhiannon, intrigued to learn more about machinery and vehicle maintenance, found herself around the garage in the afternoons, bonding a little more with puck with every moment of mutual silence they shared in. after a few months of dorky smiles, soft compliments and gentle touches, rhiannon finally asked him on an actual date, outside of the garage.

    rhiannon awoke one night from visions of a place with dewy grass, delicious honey, and bright sun. she had no knowledge of such a place, but when she was on the phone with puck later that night, he surprised her with tickets to greece, saying it was just for fun. for some reason, it felt just right. rhiannon knew that with rabbit on her left and puck on her right, she would be just fine trying something new like this. what did she have to lose?
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S A M P L E​

Stella had been staring at her ceiling for the past two hours.

She hadn't been able to fall back asleep after a strange dream had hit her. She had woken up in a fit from it - a dream that felt so real it caused her heart to ache. She never wanted to imagine what she had experienced, fake or not. It hurt her to think about it, and yet, it plagued her mind for hours until the sun had shone outside.

The dream - god, it felt like a vision of some sorts - had started with Mark telling her he had gotten into university. She had been so happy for him, and when it came her turn to check...she had received a small envelope from the institution. The look Mark and his parents had given her had told her all she needed to know, and it was that look that had pained her so much, but it was the words he said next that had truly hurt her the most.

"I guess I'll have to go without you, Stella."

When she had opened her eyes she had rushed over to her desk, checking her things and pulling out the envelope she had actually received - large - and read the words from her acceptance letter through watery eyes. She brushed away her tears as she read it again, and again, and once more, just to make sure her dream was just that - a work of fiction. After that, she had felt exhausted and climbed into bed with the letter, curling up as she tried to calm herself. She didn't want to worry Mark, not yet. He was probably sleeping just fine, and to bother him would only hurt her more. She was just overreacting, that was all.

Stella sighed as she turned over, finally noticing the sunlight peeking through her curtains. She knew it was time to get up, and she had been surprised Mark hadn't been the one to attempt to wake her. She sat up, trying to calm herself again by reading the letter again, rubbing at her face and taking a deep breath. Her blonde locks were a mess, she could tell that much, so before going to Mark's room, she headed into the bathroom to wash her face, brush her teeth, and to try to do something with her hair.

When she found herself a bit more presentable, and after she'd put on a fresh change of clothes, Stella walked over to Mark's door, giving the wood a soft knock before listening in. "Mark?" She said, opening the door and coming into his room. "Mark! Come on, we gotta go soon! I know your mom and dad are probably waiting with breakfast--"

As soon as she spoke, the house seemed to come alive; she could smell the food being made downstairs and her stomach growled. Stella began to whine as she went to Mark's bed, shaking his shoulders lightly.

"Come oooon, Mark! Up and at 'em!!"

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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.




    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.

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

    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.

    Desire: Optional
    Secret: Optional


    BACKGROUND

    ► 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.

    Weapons: A sword. Imperial Gold if given a chance. Golds are good conductor of electricity.
 
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    유래 | yurae | seoul | photographer 📷
    하늘 별 처럼 반짝 빛나 ⭐️ 그대는 Sunday



    [div class=tag] persona
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    yurae is a youthful and sweet boy, who carries over his asian politeness with a slightly bashful demeanour.

    while friendly and easy to talk to, he's easily intimidated and flustered. often masking this fact by appearing mellow and easygoing. yurae is happy and positive within reason, and that energy is arguably his best trait.

    he's usually one for soft small talk and plays the role of a light confidant. regardless if he's unfit to give advice, he's a really good listener. though it comes at a cost of dismissing and devaluing his own problems just because he's well off.

    yurae lacks any assertiveness or comand, he's a meek but generous by mistake. a person who falls for the 'glasses' scam and doesn't say anything when the cashier gives him back the wrong balance.

    he's passive and doesn't do anything to relieve his problems or those of others. if someone dropped something not because of him, he would rarely pick it up under the mentality that it's what everyone else would've done. even if he's empathetic, don't confuse that for compassion.

    it's not that he's a bad person, he's just not a particularly stellar one. yurae is just the kind of person who would pick the path of least resistance.

    [div class=tag] virtues
    [div class=answer]optimistic, mellow, empathetic, affable[/div] [div class=tag] vices[/div][div class=paragraph]indecisive, passive, low self esteem, meek[/div]
    [div class=tag] quirks[/div] [div class=paragraph]
    — peace sign is the only valid selfie pose
    — loves his sweater paws
    — constantly apologises
    — has the asian flush[/div]
    [div class=tag] likes[/div][div class=answer]sunsets, iced coffee, romance books, basketball[/div] [div class=tag] dislikes[/div][div class=answer]loneliness, travel, making friends, tanning[/div]
    [div class=tag] fears[/div][div class=answer]thunder[/div] [div class=tag] desires[/div][div class=answer]to become an mv cinematographer[/div] [div class=tag] secrets[/div][div class=paragraph] couldn't make his past two relationships work and he finds that incredibly embarassing.[/div]

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    — visual information, editing and software
    — steady hands and standing still
    — driving, the goody goody kind[/div]
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    — poison immunity; yurae is fully immune to digestable poison and toxins. and only partially to venom such as one from a snake bite. he mostly can taste it, described as offset and sour.
    — alcohol analysis; he can tell how close someone is from getting drunk as well as your tolerance or your favourite drink. of course the ability isn't immediate but it is more efficient in alcohol heavy settings. [/div]
    [div class=tag] weakness[/div][div class=answer]n/a[/div] [div class=tag] weapons[/div][div class=paragraph]a nineteen year old with a weapon? you've got to be kidding! a bat is the only thing he'll come close to using.[/div]
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    — he shaves his body hair
    — really takes pride in his smooth legs
    — has never gotten sick from food poisoning
    — has good english pronounciation
    — but tends to talk slowly
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    — loona, my sunday
    — sky.high w/ park bird, allure [/div]
    [div class=tag] history[/div] [div class=paragraph]
    growing up as the single child to a rich couple in seoul, yurae has never really gotten much hardship ahead of him. he's a polished and sweet looking boy, never worried for the future because of the golden net that would catch him from his failings.

    but more often than not he suffers from an inherent loneliness as his financial status clearly separated him from his peers while his parents worked hard to provide. usually he would be left home alone with money and sometimes a driver or a maid to help him get around or handle the household chores.

    to get out, to escape from being cooped up, yurae took a camera to the sky and streets. and he loved taking pictures of the things he thought were beautiful. in his later teens, he made multiple getaways with his friends as a tagalong photographer, capturing candid moments during parties and a witness to relationships. and he's completely content with that role, a sort of outsider with nothing special to him.

    eventually his parents trusted him enough to let him pursue his only interest further. he's now skipping a year before he goes to university, probably to study business. he partially funds his own travels, sometimes paid under the table and other times from selling things online. greece was an extended trip, there's so many 'instagrammable' sights to see until this whole fiasco happened. [/div]
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  • grace han

    'whatever evils are abroad, hope never entirely leaves us; and while we have that, no amount of other ills can make us completely wretched' - thomas bulfinch
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    basics
    → name | grace (eun-kyung) han
    → nickname | g, gigi, gracie
    → age | 18
    → gender | cisgender female
    → sexuality | unspecified
    → origin | padua, italy (born in busan, south korea)
    → reincarnation | pandora
    → fc | kim hyun-jung (seola)
    appearance
    → hair | dyed blonde
    → eyes | dark brown
    → height | 5' 5
    → weight | 52 kg (115 lbs)
    → tattoos | n/a
    → frame | willowy, slender
    → distinguishing features | small beauty mark (mole) on her right cheek, slightly bow-legged
    personality
    → vices | grace has a beautiful kindness within her heart but has learnt that kindness may not inherently make one a good person. this idea has put a huge amount of pressure on her as she constantly feels that their is a devil on her shoulder. she is endlessly overanalysing her actions and this indecisive nature has left her stressed and prone to irrationally snap. this questioning mentality leads grace to keep her buzzing thoughts to herself and block out the rest of the world. she tries to help the people she cares about but doesn't understand the weight of the expectations she is putting on herself. these expectations lead to harsh drops in confidence and feelings of self-worth when they aren't met. (apprehensive, volatile, melancholic)

    → virtues | grace has a forgiving soul. she instinctively seeks out the good within the people she meets and is truely empathetic and compassionate. she's a girl who understands that even the most tender-hearted people have bad days. perhaps her easily forgiving nature may be a vice, but she believes being asked for forgiveness is better than seeking it. this natural attraction to people's positive qualities has granted her some hope. sometimes grace can get lost in the corruption and immorality of this world, but holds on to faith and goodness and trusts that to pull her through. (forgiving, compassionate, hopeful)

    → quirks | grace has a tendency to sit with her legs up on any couch, chair, or stool. she'll bring her knees to her chest, perch herself like a bird, cross her legs etc. before she would sit normally. however she would never sit like this in front of her family or if she is in a short dress or skirt. she also naturally leans on those she finds comfort in. whether it be a friendship or romantic attraction, she likes being physically close and will use their shoulder as a pillow.

    → likes | the tarzan movie, autumn, vanilla almond milk lattes, owls, sweet potato fries, illustration, writing music, piano, reading, hans christian andersen fairy tales, cinnamon toast

    → dislikes | kiwi fruit, blueberries, beer, large crowds, swimming, seafood, heavy metal, flies, peanut butter, air travel, horror movies

    → mbti | infj - t (the advocate)
    → zodiac | libra (pisces moon)
    → desire | a loving family
    → fear | never feeling wanted
    → secret | n/a
    powers
    → powers | elpis and moros (hope and despair manipulation); elpis is the the grecian spirit of hope and her opposer is moros, grecian spirit of despair. elpis grants grace the ability to channel hopeful emotional energy through her and to the people around her; boosting moral and perseverance. however, elpis is mirrored by her shadow, moros. moros infests the deepest corners of grace's mind and can plague those around her with a dangerous and powerful hopelessness.
    demon physiology (evil spirit); grace unwillingly takes the form of a demonic spirit unleashed from pandora's box. she is overpowered by their nether demon physiology (extrasensory perception, esoteric darkness manipulation). some visible changes can help identify this form (dark, clouded eyes, pronounced black veins around her face and wrists).
    → drawbacks | elpis and moros is greatly influenced by grace's current emotion. it magnifies her already existing hope and despair; hence moros places grace in a dangerous situation herself and will typically be unintentional. demonic physiology can only be accessed when moros is already occurring and preys on her during emotional instability. in spite of being a powerful ability, grace struggles to keep a grasp on her surroundings as it is a form of demonic possession.

    → skills | multilingual grace is fluent in korean, japanese and english. she's almost fluent in italian.
    pianist she's exceptional at playing the piano and enjoys creating her own music.
    creative as well as writing her own piano pieces, grace has an affinity for writing stories and would love to be a playwright.

    → weapons | none if she can help it. though will use an arming sword for self defence.
    biography
    → history | grace has never had a mother figure. her mother, bora han, died shortly after her birth from cardiac arrest caused by eclampsia. grace's father, jun-seo han, didn't like to speak of her and would actively avoid the mention of his late wife's name. even as a young child grace understood that his actions were coming from a place of hurt. jun-seo would store all of bora's belongings away in a closet, take down all of her photos and avoid speaking to his in-laws. in spite of this bringing grace pain and frustration, nothing stung her more than the way her father would look at her. she would catch him staring at her with regret and sadness in his eyes. she never understood if she reminded him of bora so much that it broke his heart. . .or if she were just the abomination that stole his wife from him. he never confessed to either.

    jun-seo's despair was drowning him. his lack of attentiveness at work got him demoted and he began to struggle with addiction. as a child it was difficult for grace to comprehend but she never stopped caring for him. sometimes jun-seo would greet her hugs with open arms! . .at other times she would be shut out of his room for days. when her father shut her out she would be taken care of by her brothers seong-ho, sang-hun and woo-jin (woo-jin was eight years older than grace in spite of being the youngest boy). all three of them would treat grace as more of an acquaintance than a sister. they did the minimum of what was expected of them but never invited her to play or hang out with her for fun. when grace finally gathered the courage to ask woo-jin why they were so neglectful of her all he said was: "well you killed my mum, you know?"

    unable to find love at home, grace would send letters to her grandmother, bo-hyung (bora's mother) as jun-seo would not allow her to visit her in seoul. she would ask her grandmother about her mum and was closer to her than anyone in the family. her grandmother would always send her response back in a pretty purple envelope with a toffee attached. sometimes, if grace was lucky, her grandmother would include photos of her mother as a young girl and once sent grace her mother's old locket, something grace now wears everyday. she had never met her grandma until her first piano recital when she was 12. her father didn't come and her grandmother took a train down to busan to see her play. she can remember her grandma crying after her performance. in tears of joy she said: "you look just like my daughter."

    grace absolutely adored her grandma. when she was 14 she faked a school trip just to go to seoul and hang out with her grandma for a week. bo-hyung took her on a shopping trip, to cafes, to a museum (where they played an intense game of hide and seek) and she finally understood what family was supposed to be. however bo-hyung was growing old. she began to show signs of alzheimers and there was nothing grace could do but try to be there for her. she would try to visit every weekend if she could and bring cookies and dvds to watch. . .but time slipped by too fast. the last time she saw her grandma, bo-hyung mistook her for bora - scolding her for not introducing her to her granddaughter sooner.

    grace had never been particularly independent or confident in her own abilities. she had spikes of bravery but would often back out of anything that felt too farfetched. she lived in the safety blanket that was her room and found it extremely difficult to go out as much as she did when her grandma was around. her father and brothers dismissed her and made her feel as though she didn't deserve to be there, as though no matter what she did she would always be a bad person for what she did. it wasn't long before grace finally chose to do something for her own good. she moved to italy as soon as she finished high school. it was her first leap of faith and it made her so excited, stressed and anxious that she was physically sick. she liked to think that she brought her mother and grandmother's spirits with her, that they were there watching over her as she tried to make a living by playing the piano in a tiny restaurant it padua.

    → playlist |
    you'll be in my heart, phil collins
    go the distance, michael bolton
    into the new world, snsd
    i, taeyeon (ft. verbal jint)
    un domani, annalisa


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    name: carla fiona westro

    nickname: baby c (family)

    gender: cis-female

    age: twenty

    sexuality: demisexual

    reincarnation of: hermes

    country of origin: Puebla City, Mexico

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    height: five feet and seven inches

    weight: one hundred and thirty pounds

    eyes: hazel

    hair: dark brown, almost black

    face claim: cindy kimberly

    distinguishing features: her eyes

    body mods: n/a

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    personality: Carla is kind soul. She would never ask for anything she didn't really need. She would never ask for too much of something even though she knows she could. She is selfless to a fault, and that tends to be her downfall. She never asks for help, because she doesn't believe she really deserves help or want to bother someone for help. She will go to the end of the earth for everyone else, but herself. Carla put others first instead of herself, cause for her feelings to be put on a backburner. She is insecure and quiet. Not one to draw attention to herself.

    virtue(s): kind, selfless, listener, calm, understanding

    vice(s): closed off, slient, insecure, selfless, and broken

    like(s): singing, art, music, instruments, and helping people

    dislike(s): mean people, herself, chocolate, her brother

    desire: to be wanted by someone

    fears: to never be wanted

    quirks: she sings when she is distracted

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    backstory: carla was born to two parents who loved her and wanted the best for her. she was pushed to be the best, and please everyone else. she wasn't taught to be selfish or take things for herself. they feared if she was taught that, that she would be hated among peers, and bullied. cause of this, she wasn't taught that it was ok to say no, or it was ok to wish for something for herself. she grew up loved by all, never unable to fulfil the request cause of her power. she was loved by all, and used by a lot of people. she didn't know that she is used, all she knew that people needed her help. after they got it, they left her all alone. cause of this, she never made friends or had people who loved her not cause of her power.

    skills: smart, talking to others, and getting things

    powers:^ find intuition: she can find anything that people ask her for. all she needs is a map, and a quiet space.

    ^^ knows every language: she can read and know every language known to man.


    weaknesses:^ she can only find things that people asked her to do. she cannot use her power for herself, well she hasn't exactly tried.


    preferred weapon: a pan

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    coded by korol | note: hidden scroll​

Sammy knew that she would probably not need her staff. I mean it was a party. Who brings a weapon to a party? Sammy does. She had the Hecate kids charm her staff, so when she was carrying it around or was around mortals, and didn't exactly need a giant staff bringing attention to her. She could turn it into a pen. She pressed a button, and it instantly turned into a pen. She then put it in her back pocket. She knew that it was probably not going to be needed but with the barrier being so....off and on lately. It was best to be prepared.

She and the other Ares kids had been the ones mainly to attack the monsters that slipped through. The Athena kids do help, especially with battle strategy, but since they were the kids of war. It was mainly in their court. So there has been patrols, Sammy herself had been on 3 already. The whole camp has been tense from the whole situation, and this party was supposed to relieve some of that tension. Sammy was going to patrol, seeing that she hated to party but Max was going. And she wasn't about to let Max go to a party without her there to make sure she was safe.

Max was her best friend. And just so happen to also to be the girl she really fucking liked. A lot. And she means a lot. So that means she would give her life to make sure no harm came to her, she also would never tell her. Sammy came with baggage, a lot of it. Her step-dad being the asshole he was, and her mom not being able to divorce him cause she loved him. She didn't want to bring Max into that trouble like she didn't want her siblings or the camp to know either. Chiron was already guessing, cause of one time she came back from a visit with her mom, and she had a black eye. Sammy didn't want to bring people into her trouble.

She headed to the Demeter Cabin, and when she got there, she walked right in. Sammy was by no means a guest. Since she and Max met, she's been in her cabin, and Max's been in hers. They have even late night sleepovers when they were up studying late. Those were her favorite times. She nodded to the other members, and then knocked on Max's part of the dorm.

"Hey Maxie, I'm here. Ready to go yet?"
 
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    Full Name Amelia Felicity Delacroix
    Nickname Amy | Princess | Bubbles
    Age Twenty
    Gender Female
    Sexual Orientation Heterosexual
    Country of Origin Lyon, France
    Reincarnation Olympian Goddess of Love, Beauty and Desire
    Face-Claim Dove Cameron
    Hair Color Natural Blonde occasional White Blonde
    Eye Color Kaleidoscopic (Blue-Green-Lilac)
    Height 167cm (5'5'')
    Weight 115 pounds (52kg)
    Tattoos/Markings A small dove on her wrist. However, she bares no markings.
    Distinguishing Features Her Smile | Her Eyes | Smells like roses and strawberries
    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.
    That aside she is rather loving and out-going person - even though sometimes she can come off as very snooty and air-headed. She tries to make 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 a 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
    > Bubbly
    > Graceful/Elegant/Beautiful
    Weaknesses/Vices
    > Stubborn
    > Gullible/Bit Daft sometimes
    > Vain/Self-indulgent
    Quirks Plays matchmaker | Seen around wearing a tiara
    Likes Strawberries | Scented Candles | Matchmaking | Perfumes | 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 true love | Already conquered thanks to her father. She already has everything she wants! (except a true love)
    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 blondes mind, it was the least of her problems whether she failed or not. After all any teacher would have been off with, with a few words from daddy.
    Amelia didn't hesitate to take this 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 Amyhas 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 managed get herself some eye candy!
    Theme Song Primadonna Girl by Marina and the Diamonds
    Powers
    > Charm-Speak: Amy 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 what the other person admires another to look like. Like Glamour.
    Drawbacks
    > When using Charm-Speak target must be able to hear her clearly and understand her. So, anything that prevents her from speaking or her target from hearing blocks it out.
    > Both of her abilities are to be less likely to work on people of the same sex (females) or people who have intelligence which is above average or has immunity to control, may be able to resist her persuasion when she charm-speaks.
    Skills
    > Ideal Matchmaker/Beauty Guru
    > Highly Persuasive
    > Can create a good distraction
    Weapons Silver bullwhip
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    [/div] [div class=c2][div class=im2][/div] [div class=to][div class="ta un"]1[/div][div class="ta deux" style="background: #6d7777"]2[/div][div class="ta trois" style="background: #586363"]3[/div] [/div] [div class=s][div class=scr][div class="p1 un1" style="line-height: 18px"]Full Name: jade marjani vincent
    Nicknames: jada, jay, jani (by her mother), marie, marjani
    Age: 18
    Gender: female
    Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
    Country of Origin: london, england
    Reincarnation Of: phoebe, titan goddess of the moon and prophecy
    Face-Claim: cassey chanel
    Voice-Claim: jessica sula
    Hair Color: black
    Eye Color: dark brown
    Height: 5'3
    Weight: 120 pounds
    Tattoos/Markings: n/a
    Distinguishing Features: her dark hooded eyes, her babyface[/div] [div class="p2 deux2" style="display: none"]personality: chill and self-assured, jade seems like your typical of a "cool girl". she simply does what she wants, regardless of who's watching or judging. whether it's her clothing style or how her hair is done, she takes judgments with a grain of salt. it's easy to tell how confident she is just by looking at her.

    however, there is a sense of calmness within her, and her confidence is mellow rather than cocky. few things make her upset and jade has a "live and let live" approach to life. she's friendly and easygoing, trying her best to create a pleasant aura around others and to relieve the tension in a stressful atmosphere. she dislikes conflict and rather than getting into arguments, she will either offer a solution or simply walk away.

    at times, she can be a bit of a pushover. if you try to argue with her and she doesn't think the situation is serious, then she will let you talk (or yell) at her for as long as she can handle. she trusts people quickly and can be overly optimistic for the sake of "looking on the bright side", leaving her vulnerable to feeling betrayed. this makes her become out-of-character and even moody toward those who have "betrayed" her.

    she's usually an open book, but there are times when jade doesn't like talking about her feelings. she's often private when it comes to her home life, covering up the hurt with smiles and laughter. she is very straightforward when she feels the need to be. because of this, she can be quite blunt, though she never intends to hurt people's feelings.

    virtues: relaxed, genuine, confident, mellow, empathetic
    vices: passive, secretive, easily trusting, blunt, moody

    quirks: always counts in french, calls all of her friends by different "nicknames", points at people when agreeing with them, starts dancing whenever she hears a good song

    likes: nighttime, dogs, city lights, faux fur coats, cool architecture, light drizzling rain, clear skies, smooth silk sheets, pretty colors

    dislikes: her stepfather, extremely hot or cold weather, bugs (except butterflies), dark grey colors, run-down neighborhoods, liars, chaos

    fears: being abused again, losing someone she loves, dying without fulfilling her desires

    desires: to travel the world, to be financially stable (in the future), and to give money to various causes

    powers: [div class=l]• light manipulation: jade can manipulate light and she can use light particles to create constructs, blind opponents (only for 2 minutes at most), and create a type of light that creates a sense of serenity upon those who come near it.
    • clairempathy: in a tight or enclosed space or upon touch, jade can detect the emotions of others around her. she can feel emotions in the present, past, and even a few days into the future. [/div]

    drawbacks: [div class=l]1: jade's powers are evidently weaker in the day compared to at night. she cannot utilize solar light as well as lunar light, and there are certain things she cannot do with solar light that she can do with moonlight (for example, solidification and creating large constructs).
    2: overuse of her empathy (when it comes to negative emotions) gives her pounding headaches that can range from simply painful to even debilitating.
    3: she cannot control her empathy unless she decides to touch someone intentionally. any unintended touch or being in a group will automatically trigger her clairempathy.

    skills:

    [div class=l]music: she's been playing guitar since she was 11 and now, jade can pick up on songs rather easily. she's also a good singer, but she doesn't usually sing in front of others.
    baking: jade enjoys baking and she's quite good at it (as long as she's following a recipe).
    good memory: jade's memory is not quite photographic, but it is still very sharp. not many things can escape her attention. [/div]

    weapons: she keeps a hammer in her car, but she's (thankfully) never had to use it.[/div][/div] [div class="p3 trois3" style="display: none"]biography: jade was born on march 12, a cool and rainy day, to a kenyan woman and her then-husband, who was a french man. her mother lived in france nearly her entire life and met him there. while they were engaged, the two of them moved to london just 2 years before the birth of their daughter. despite being in england, jade grew up speaking only french and learned english in school.

    her mother was a nurse and her father worked as an engineer. life for the little family was a routine on repeat - jade went to school as early as her parents went to work, she came back each day and they weren't there, and she would have to manage being by herself. her mother worked a daytime shift, so she usually came home before her husband, who worked until very late.

    the day her parents announced the divorce was the day jade's world came crashing down. when the legal process, which took around a year, had finally come to an end, her father got up and left. her mother decided to do the same, and after another year, the two of them immigrated to the united states.

    they settled in new jersey and her mother got a job as an aide in a nursing home. jade was enrolled in one of the nearby schools, which was not in a good district. she was bullied because of her accent, but she didn't stand up for fear of getting in trouble and worrying her mother. her mother worked even longer hours and she didn't get back until around 10:00 at night, so jade didn't want to make it seem like she was being a troublemaker.

    on her 11th birthday, jade's mother saved up enough money and bought her an acoustic guitar. it was exciting, but she didn't have anyone to teach her. slowly, she got the hang of it, and thankfully youtube was around, so watching videos of teachers helped her quite a bit. she was 13 when she finally got actual lessons. life in middle school was not much better, but jade learned to adapt quickly.

    when jade was 16, her mother met her second husband, a wealthy american man. he was a businessman who had little care for his stepdaughter, but showed her "favor" on behalf of her mother. they were living in a small condo at the time, but before they even got married, he sought and rented for them a larger apartment. he tried to make it seem like he was perfect, and he did seem perfect. just months later, they were married.

    [trigger warning: emotional abuse] as jade's stepfather moved in officially with them, she had to adjust. however, he failed to act like a father towards her and even crossed the line when he had the chance. he became not only disapproving of her every move, but he began to berate and insult her. he often cursed her out, calling her a variety of insults and names, sometimes insulting her style and how she portrayed herself. some were even about her biological father and that she was the reason he left.

    her mother doesn't know, but he is the one thing that jade hates (and fears) most. she wanted to be free from him and she wanted to move out more than anything. she couldn't go to her mother, or everything would take a turn for the worse if he found out. when she applied and was accepted into a nearby college, she immediately decided to live on-campus, only returning home for certain things (like washing her clothes).

    theme song: lifted - allie x
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Walking into the hospital, Mayra felt as if she were being watched. A shiver went down her spine as she thought of the nightmare she had the night before. A nightmare about a reaper who came to take something - or someone - she loved. It gave her a headache just thinking about it.

She had been in the hospital so many times knew the room number by heart, and she took the elevator to one of the higher floors. Mayra exited as the elevator had stopped and she walked to the room, which was very close. She saw her father and sister standing just outside the room, speaking to each other. Her face lit up as she approached them quickly and gave both of them a tight squeeze.

She directed her gaze to her father. "Papa! How's Mom doing? Is she okay? Is she...better?" she asked, a hint of hope in her voice. That was all Mayra cared about at that moment - her mother, who had been fighting this cancer on-and-off for years. She had undergone various treatments, but nothing seemed to ward off the disease for good. Although, a few days prior, the doctors had brought some good news that she was doing much better, which gave her some sense of optimism.

An eerie silence took over for the next few seconds, leaving Mayra to look through the little window. She saw her mother, lying there with eyes closed. There was not a hint of motion except for the light heaving of her faint breaths. Doctors were crowded around her and seemed to be watching her worriedly. She heard the sniffles from her sister and her father's shaky sighs. A sudden sense of dread overcame her.

"The doctors said her condition has. . . worsened. S-she's very weak, a-according to the doctors, and w-we shouldn't expect her to live more than. . . a few days, a-at most."

The butterflies lit up Mayra's stomach and the words hit her like a bullet to the back, although even that would have been a less painful situation. She put so much into hoping, and now, it felt like she had been drained of life. She looked down as her father gently hugged her, trying to comfort his distraught daughter.

Her hazel eyes blinked over and over, trying to blink away the tears desperately. She had to be strong, she couldn't let her father see her cry. The hospital was suddenly dreary and she began to feel sick to her stomach. She didn't want to see her mother in this condition, and she was already too upset to process the whole situation. "I h-have to go," Mayra whispered breathily as she walked away, rubbing her hands over and over, as if it would give her comfort.

As she made her way to the lowest floor and then to her car, she took her phone and quickly began dialing a number. Mayra was calling her friend, Damien, who had been worried about her mother's status. She just sat in the crowded parking lot and looked at the phone as it buzzed in her hand, hoping he would answer.
 
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Guinevere​
"Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground."
nickname: Gwen

age: twenty

gender: female

origin: France

incarnation of: Urania

faceclaim: JULIA CANÇADO


BASIC INFORMATION:


Guinevere Reneaux. Guinevere; meaning fair, white. Standing at 5 feet and 9 inches, Guinevere's frame is tall yet slender with a delicate air to it. Her hair is a fiery orange that often cascades down her back in loose waves. Though as soon as she needs to focus she will tie it back in a ponytail with a ribbon that she keeps tied around her wrist. She has pale skin with cool undertones, which of course burn rather easily thanks to her ginger genes. Her eyes are a bit too close together but are made up for in colour by being a beautiful bright green that resembles a lively meadow in the spring. Her nose is small and button-like while her eyebrows are naturally well shaped, allowing grooming to be unnecessary. Her lips are bow shaped and naturally tinted pink though they often have a slight shimmer of lip balm applied to them. Her ears are a bit too small and she sometimes has trouble hearing others due to how narrow her ear canals are. Despite being quite thin she is rather muscular thanks to her regular attendance at the gym. While she wouldn't be able to take down a large, burly man in hand-to-hand combat, she has good upper body strength and can easily lift her own weight - this allows her to climb quite easily. The female can often be found dressed in lacy camisoles with jeans and a basic pair of black combat boots

PERSONALITY:








Gwen prides herself on her inventiveness and creativity as well as her unique perspective and vigorous intellect. She loves patterns and spotting discrepancies between statements could be described as one of her hobbies which makes it a bad idea to lie to her. This also makes it kind of ironic as her words should always be taken with a grain of salt. It's not that she is lying, only that she has a habit of sharing thoughts not fully developed.

She is unafraid to stand up and speak her mind whenever she feels like something needs to be said. She finds communicating with others easy as it comes naturally to her, especially in person. Her intuition makes it easier for her to reach out to every any kind of person, be it from using facts and logic or raw emotions. She can easily figure out people's motivations and connect them to other events. She can bring ideas together and communicate them as a common goal with a determination that is nothing short of mesmerizing.

Vices: Competitive, Stubborn, Oblivious, Impatient, Forgetful, Gulible, Nosy, Petty, Blunt.

Virtues: Intelligent, Adventurous, Kind, Brave, Creative, Optimistic, Curious, Quick-witted, Thoughtful.

Quirks: The tip of her nose bounces slightly when she pronounces words with the letter ‘M’
When she gets excited she tends to jumble her words and talk with her hands a lot.

BIOGRAPHY:


Guinevere was born into an unusual family. It wasn't that they were bad parents, no. Anastasia and Louis Reneaux could be the kindest people you would ever meet. But they had some quite interesting views on the world. They were the kind of people who believed that crystals healed better than proper medicines. The didn't believe in health insurance or any type of vaccine. Her family was extremely wealthy, but they were still determined to never go to the doctors unless it was the last possible option. When her mother was pregnant, she never took any of the recommended supplements and would always drink this weird brown goop that she swore would ensure Gwen's health. In the end, it was surprising that she was born without any defects, but that didn't mean the pregnancy went smoothly. Her mother was hell-bent on Gwen's birth being as natural and as close to how the cavemen did it as possible. This meant no doctors, no anesthetic, and definitely no hospital. Usually, at home pregnancies are done in the home but not hers. When her mothers' water broke, she waddled outside and walked for twenty minutes to a nearby cave they had been set up for the pregnancy. So that was where she was born. In a pile of leaves in a little cave with only her father, the midwife, and a few towels. Needless to say, she had a few good scratches, but according to her mother, it was good for her development. They were certainly an odd couple.

Luckily for Gwen weird wasn’t genetic so she didn’t have to worry about being like her parents. As soon as she was old enough she got her vaccinations and moved out of the house. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her parents, she did. They just have very different views on life and she couldn’t continue to live like them. They didn't like the fact that she took gymnastics or the fact that she went out running every morning. It was because they thought someone would poison her mind with talk of vaccines or something along those lines. So off to college, she went. She might have inherited a little bit of weird as she had always been very into Astrology and believed that if you paid attention the stars could tell you whatever you needed to know. So when she found out that she could get a diploma in astrology she jumped at the chance. Once she graduated she was hired by like-minded individuals to be an Astrologer. She loved her job and she was extremely good at it. The stars would sometimes speak to her in her dreams by showing her events. She could star at the star signs for hours and somehow read them in a way that could guide the people of the signs to what was destined for them. A lot of people thought what she did was a load of poppycock but she knew it to be true, she could speak to the stars.


Powers: Astrology - User can tap into the mystic energy found in astronomical concepts/phenomena.
Drawbacks: She can only use it to foresee certain events in human life.
She has to be able to see at least one star in order for her to use the power.

Skills:
Flexibility: This stems from practising gymnastics all her life. She can bend into all sorts of positions which comes in handy for many things. It also reduces the risk of injury because her muscles are more pliable. It also improves her athletic performance because she isn't as restricted by her body.

Stamina: One of her most useful strengths is her ability to last through prolonged physical or mental effort. She has gained this through training and lots of hard work on her part. But it has come easier to her than most due to her having a very active lifestyle for all of her life.

Quick thinker: Gwen has always excelled in high-pressure situations. She doesn't get choked up instead she gives herself a quick moment before coming up with ideas that can get rid of the problem. Though it was mainly used to get her out of tough situations.
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EXTRA
⭐ Hates any place that doesn’t have colour or is a solid colour e.g. Hospital rooms
⭐ Gwen is lactose intolerant but refuses to acknowledge it because she loves dairy so much. Frozen yogurt is worth the pain.
⭐ She is allergic to shellfish... and bees.
⭐ Weapons: If forced to carry a weapon, what would they use? She would use something Elegant like a French rapier
⭐ Speaks French, English and Italian
⭐ Loves to bake but hates cooking
⭐ She is terrible at keeping exciting secrets
⭐ Frozen yogurt is superior to icecream
⭐ She never wears matching socks, always odd.
⭐ Due to her job she has prefrences for certain star signs. She once walked out on a date because she found out that he was a sign she felt negativly about.
LIKES & DISLIKES
Likes: Thick Fog, Astrology, Astronomy, Reciting phrases incorrectly, Hot chocolate, Swimming, Photography, Dance, Music, Books.

Dislikes: Saltwater, Wet socks, Bullying, Spicy food, Pain salt - sour candy, Thunderstorms, Sand, Rooms that are too crowded, Bees, Being late to something.

Fear: Being in a room so colourless that it sucks the life out of you, there is no escape, Not being able to breathe, Small Spaces.

Desire: To find love. It’s a simple thing but yet it is so extremely difficult to do. She wants to make friends as she is quite far from home and she doesn't really know anyone.

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Autumn had always been the best season. It wasn’t too hot for training or too cold to be working with water. The brightly coloured leaves and orange skies really livened up the school. Oh, and the seasonal foods were amazingly comforting. Not to mention the Halloween party which was the biggest event of the Fall. Ever since Belle started attending Hindeston academy she had loved decorating the school for Halloween. It had always been her favourite holiday. Belle could still vividly remember running around the neighbourhood trying to find the best candy. The parents always competed to see who’s kid would have the best costume. Because of this, there was never a brought costume in sight. She was forbidden from buying overpriced costumes but as she grew and wanted them to look sexier she had to start making them herself. Back when she didn’t have to worry about anything.

Belle might have been a bit too excited to get into her costume. She definitely should have waited until after she had finished decorating. The braids and loose hair that framed her face kept getting in her eyes as she tried to do things. Her wig was also making her head quite hot and itchy. Although it was definitely worth it as she looked amazing in her elaborate costume. The gown hugged all the right places and even though she was showing quite a bit of skin she managed to make it look more elegant than slutty. Sure maybe the majority of the students wouldn’t get who she was dressed but it didn’t matter to her, she was happy.

Belle finished pinning up her last spiderweb before stepped back to admire the decorations. Even though they had fewer volunteers than last year they still managed to do an amazing job. They had completely transformed the gym into a magical Halloween wonderland. The fog machine was humming as it covered the floor in a layer of fog just to add to the creepy atmosphere. She always tried to hide the extremely tacky decorations but it never seemed to work. Even with the tacky tombstones decorated with large letters spelling out ‘R.I.P’. As if anyone actually wrote that on tombstones.

There were still a few more things to get done seeing as some of the other volunteers were behind. Mainly because a certain Instructor kept getting other people to do his part while he ate the food that was meant to be for the party. She had to admit she struggled to hold back some giggles as Niran picked on poor Wimpy Timmy. Honestly, the boy needed to grow a backbone and stop letting himself be pushed around. Him getting picked on would hopefully help, well at least that was her opinion.

The female made her way across the room, her hips swaying slightly as she walked. Once she reached the table she filled up the liquorice bowl again and gave Niran a pointed look. “If you’re gonna laze around and let us do all the work you could at least not eat all the food,” she said as she folding her arms across her chest.
 
Full Name: Lucas Espen Ruysch
Nickname: Luke
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight (though this might change based on plot)
Country of Origin: Netherlands
Reincarnation Of: Zephyrus, God of the West Wind and Anemoi of Spring
Face-Claim: Logan Lerman
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Hair Color: Warm dark brown
Eye Color: Pale, almost gray eyes with a hint of blue.
Height: 6 feet, give or take
Weight: 140 pounds, thanks to a thin, almost lanky complexion
Tattoos/Markings: N/A
Distinguishing Features: Luke dons a silver necklace of a robin, given to him by his mother. He wears flowery earrings (which change by the day) and dresses in bright, exuberant colors. And most suspiciously, no matter the weather or conditions he's in, Luke is always at a perfectly warm body temperature.

Personality: Luke is an upbeat, optimistic and gentle dude. Not quite a party animal, but certainly not reserved. Frank and down to-earth, he just wants to be friends with people. However, he is quick to jealousy, and especially resents when other people flat-out don't like him. (see the Hyacinth flower myth) While he enjoys helping others out, he cannot stand being in the spotlight and tries to avoid attention when possible. Noting that Pride is a vice of his- while Luke is not prideful in the way that he brags of all that he does, he is focused on preserving his status as a good person to other people, even if it takes not-so-good actions to get there. His goal is to be loved by all, and doesn't take it so well when he isn't.
Strengths/Virtues: Diligence, Compassion, and Temperance
Weaknesses/Vices: Jealousy, Lust, Pride (and being the subject of abuse thanks to his over-compassion)
Quirks: Luke always has a perfect body temperature and feels warm to the touch, as mentioned before. He tends to over pronounce his 's's (think snakesssss), and sneezes when nervous.
Likes: Cool breezes/wind, flowers and gardening, other people, jazzy music, birds, insects
Dislikes: Snow, fish, death (don't we all?), excessively cold weather, rap, seafood
(note: for all my characters, history gets added on as story progresses- I don't like revealing personal secrets until it pops up in-story, for purposes of suspense~)
History: Luke's parents are upper-middle class, both ecologists that met while on the job. There isn't much notable about either, except that his father and mother love bird-watching and that they own four exotic birds. Luke has no siblings, and so quickly became the center of their attention, perhaps leading into Luke's habits of wanting everyone to love him. His life was fairly average up until around 13, when he noticed his ability to manipulate small objects using the wind- and didn't really do anything about it. Once or twice he used it for a convenient roll of the dice or for some petty theft, but tried to keep other people from knowing about it- after all, there were too many problems (namely becoming famous or getting in more trouble than he'd fancy) with impressing his friends with his powers. A year later, he started learning to fly planes, and now is training to be a commercial plane pilot at Oxford Aviation Academy. He came to Greece while on holiday on his own plane, to test his abilities. Thankfully, he didn't crash- and here he is!

Powers:
- Wind Manipulation / Flight: Luke can change the direction and strength of the wind, eventually to where he can move objects roughly up to 200 pounds (as of current). This is done through a mix of mental might and emotions. However, this eventually drains his mental and physical health if abused, and often happens without Luke realizing or wanting it. (randomly accidentally shoplifting after looking at something he wants, for example)

Skills:
- Plane Flying: He's taken lessons on flying since he was able (about 14 years old), and hasn't made a single mistake. Ever.

- Gardening: The plants don't die, so that's pretty good.

- Archery: The arrows seem to always find their target...except for when they don't. He's still pretty good at it, though!

Weapons: Luke doesn't carry around a weapon (he's not big on that kind of thing), or at least, not yet. In the future, he will (somehow?) obtain a bow with a magically infinite amount of arrows. While I won't go into huge detail, the way the arrows are crafted is specifically made so that Luke can take advantage of his wind powers to have astoundingly good accuracy.
Full Name: Charlotte Bell Doggett
Nickname: Charlotte or Charles
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight?
Country of Origin: USA (Tennessee)
Reincarnation Of: Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt and Moon
Face-Claim: Jasmine Thompson
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Hair Color: Somewhat dark brown, though not quite enough to be called that. So- just brown.
Eye Color: Light green
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 142 lbs
Tattoos/Markings: A small tattoo of a deer running across a field on right shoulder.
Distinguishing Features: Constant subtle air of awkwardness, slight freckles and extremely well-defined eyes.
Personality: Charlotte is super reserved to the point where few people ever see her talk- save for her constant giggling. To her few friends, she is incredibly faithful and would go to the ends of the world for, and generally sticks out of anyone else's business, being somewhat wary and overly analytical of others. She tends to be coarse (which doesn't mean much since I'm not one for cussing) and cynical when she does speak to people that aren't close. In addition, she can be very impulsive and doesn't think her actions through much at all.
Strengths/Virtues: Protective, Loyal, Courageous
Weaknesses/Vices: Cynical, Boorish, Stubborn (and a hard drinker!)
Quirks: Charlotte is left-handed, constantly giggling even when there's nothing to laugh at, and tends to run on a nocturnal schedule unless prompted otherwise. Additionally (and ironically), needed reading glasses in high school. She doesn't read anymore, but she probably still needs them.
Likes: Hunting, shooting things, most animals (particularly deer), stars, moon, forests or open land, children (animal or human)
Dislikes: Dogs, tight spaces, know-it-alls/being proven wrong, bright lights, emotional situations
History: Charlotte lives on a small farm in Tennessee with her parents and older brother, Riley. Since the other three have working the farm down to a science, she grew up generally free to do as she wished, as long as she was working and not spending all day sleeping. Eventually, Riley taught her how to use a gun, and hunting became a huge passion of hers. Although at first, she could only hunt with Riley around, she managed to get a license around the age of 11 to hunt alone. Kill the deer, prep the meat, sell it at the market or eat it- simple enough for her. It brought in a fair amount of extra cash, and considering how underpaid farmers are, her hunting slowly became her job on the farm- protecting the animals from foxes, and trying to shoot something to eat if possible. There were a good amount of dark spots in her life, but everything became a blur after a while- eventually, all Charlotte could remember doing is hunting game, and so it has stayed. While Charlotte doesn't really turn into deer (especially since she doesn't even know that she can) ever, she has seen the effects of 'Thrill of the Hunt' (see Powers) after slaughtering a few too many animals and suffice it to say, it was weird. School? High-school dropout- as most of her farm friends did too. After all, you don't need a degree to shoot a bear. She came to Greece thanks to an offer from an old school friend of hers, Lucia Oriole- there was an invasive species of goat in Greece, and many would pay a high price to have them gone. While there, she decided to take a bit of a vacation to Mount Olympus, and therein lies the start to the story.

Powers:
-Deer Shapeshifting: Charlotte can turn herself or another human (only one at a time) into a deer. Depending on how fatigued Charlotte is, this can last from 2 minutes to 12 hours. Charlotte must be awake for this to be in effect, and within half a mile of the victim. The person who is a deer is still sentient, and is able to speak and hear English or their native languages. This has a cool down of 48 hours after the 'victim' has returned to their human form. Thanks to Charlotte's stubborn nature, she often faints the moment the transformation ends, holding out until the end. A deer cannot use most objects/weapons (unless they can pick it up in their mouth). Powers still work while being a deer (unless they specifically require human features), but Charlotte cannot use another power while shape shifting someone into a deer. If said deer dies, they will still turn back into a human form within an hour.

-Thrill of the Hunt (PASSIVE): Charlotte will always hit her intended target when using a gun or bow and arrow, no matter how bad the shot, or if she is shooting a person. For each human/animal that Charlotte shoots, she will have an exponentially increased sense of smell, sight, and hearing. However, this ability will stop having any effect if Charlotte shoots a baby animal (meaning they cannot fend for themselves) or young child/baby human (7 years or under), and she will have to wait until the next day for the ability to work again. This ability also does not work if that night is a new moon. In addition, the more animals/people that Charlotte kills, the more 'euphoric' she becomes, which can spiral into insanity if she shoots more than 10 animals/humans a day. Again, this 'insanity' effect resets at 12 AM (or midnight). TLDR; Charlotte gets high off of hunting.

Skills:
-Animal Tracking: After hunting for such a long time, it's only natural that Charlotte knows her way around forests.

-Animal Handling: Even though she hunts all the time, animals seem predisposed to like her, for the most part.

-Babysitting: Children love her, and she loves children. Although she's never actually babysat before, children (especially girls) seem to love her.
Weapons: While Artemis might be a bow and arrow kind of person, hunting has evolved over the years, and Charlotte is a master of the gun. Specifically, she wields a semi-automatic gun she endearingly calls 'Artie'. She also owns a fairly rustic wooden bow and arrow, in the case that she can't use her beautiful little gun.
(I don't have any good writing samples, so I guess this'll work! This is an excerpt from a 90-minute writing competition about a killer bird thing, though it's a little short..)

Finally, the beach was again as it was before, free of any life other than the boy himself. Satisfied, he turned to leave and go back home when he heard something. It was unlike any of the birds before, a noise more human, the shriek of a girl. Out of utter fear, the boy fell to the sand, raising his head to look at the source of such racket.

A large amalgamation rose out of the ocean, more than 20 times the boy’s size. In many ways, it looked like the birds from before, with rainbow feathers and a blue tail. But its eyes were pitch black, a void in which one could get lost and never get back. It had no wings, but rather long, grotesque hands that burst out of its sides. Its beak curved down menacingly, and when it opened its mouth to scream once more, one could see a long, forked tongue, and teeth stained with blood. The boy began to cry, horrified at this thing, that could have easily come out of a nightmare.

The thing began walked forward, continuing to screech with each step. The boy easily could have escaped, but the shock of it all kept him in place, frozen in fear, waiting for his death. Once the birdlike monster had reached him, it stopped screaming and craned its neck so as to have the boy in his sight. Suddenly, its mouth opened, and Peter was gone.


A few hours later, when the sun had begun to rise, Peter’s parents found out their child, Peter, was missing from his bed. They sent out a search party, which reported back with faces filled with confusion and worry. They insisted the parents look themselves before they said anything.


Going to the very beach Peter had played at, they found a boy, rocking back and forth. He looked much like Peter, but his eyes were gone from his sockets, and he appeared to be void of emotion, blankly facing the water. Worried, the parents ran to him, and as the mother went to pick him up, he screamed. Peter, or whatever shell was left of him, ran to the water, promptly drowning himself. The parents tried to stop him, but he seemed to have the strength of twenty men, even biting and scratching his mother and father like a savage animal as he tried to reach the ocean.


The parents, knowing that Peter was certainly gone now, went back home. Later that afternoon, the mayor came up to the mother, asking her if anything had happened after Peter had died. Responding that no, she hadn’t, the mayor led her back to the ocean. The waves were glowing a bright blue, and bird corpses that had been stripped of their tails lay scattered across the sands. Obviously, this was a tad too much for Peter’s mother, and she retreated into the jungle. She never came back, and her body was never found. The bird corpses were cleaned up, and the father lived the rest of his life detached from reality.
 
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