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the calling.


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ikenna okafor
basics.

“lies is what he shall whisper, sins and jealousies others commit. he shall addle your mind, until all you are is bloodlust.”​

full name. ikenna arinze okafor
nicknames. none. refer to him by his full name or don’t refer to him at all.
age. 20 years old
gender. cis-male
sexuality. pansexual
place of birth. imo state, nigeria
ethnicity. igbo
visage.

when he was only a boy his mother whispered into his ear, the story of how he came to be. how the earth had blessed her with a child when she was thought to be unable to carry any. his small chest would puff out with pride then. their pinkies interlocked in as a promise to never reveal the secret of how he came to be.

it would be easy to see how ikenna holds all the likeness of the earth. would it be such a hard thing to believe, if the story his mother told him were true? that his skin had been made from the richest of soils, made into clay to stretch over bone and muscle. and that the creator, feeling generous, granted it the ability to change color? his skin, a mix of the deepest browns and the darkest blues. oh, how it shines with the oil that’s used to nourish it. such work could only be crafted by experienced hands, a statue made flesh and given life. a body made up of carved muscle and strength. he stands tall and sturdy, not easily moved like an ancient tree. the scars on his skin litter his flesh like the groves of a tree as well.

black eyes sit atop faces of sharp angles, directly above a wide nose and two full lips. it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to say that they could have been made from onyx. the stones pulled straight from the earth and polished until they resembled a starless sky, pitch black and vast. those eyes of his are deep, intense in the way they hold contact with others, daring them to look away or get lost in them. his eyes are sly things, hiding what’s inside from view. the sparkle in his eye can be deceiving, it’s wise to not fall for them.

he walks as though he has no care in the world, as though he is unshakable. with his head held high and posture straight, his swagger speaks for itself. there is something about the way he carries himself that leaves others shrinking before him. they must see the force of nature that he is, the wildness in his eyes and the darkness behind his white toothed grin.
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persona.
it is often said that legacies hold little likeness to their divine relative. oh the lies told to dismiss the blood that runs through their veins. ikenna is every bit of his grandfather. the devil ekenswu, who is said to bring forth savagery and war and change. the malice within him squirms and wriths just below the surfac, holding all the likeness of dormat bombs from wars forgotten. he is a man known for his acts of violence, with fist that swing and land like rocks. there was nothing subtle about the wild look in his eyes as he picked fights. even now he revels in the way that he is able to push others, pick at them until they explode and raise weapons or fists. to him, there is nothing as beautiful blood bumping, hearts racing as two beings rush each other with promises of hurt in their eyes. they call him a brute and he only smiles back in return, throwing his head back as his laugh bounces off the walls.

it is true that ikenna is a man prone to violence. there is no secret that wrath runs through his veins just as blood does. his mouth can cause harm just as his hands do, spitting equal parts venom and blood from his mouth. there is a slyness to him, a calculating glint that he hides behind the persona of a brainless beast. people tend to speak with loose lips around those that they believe they’re better than and he is always there to listen, to watch his shrewd eyes. he has a way of gathering information, a seemingly endless network of resources that he shamelessly uses to his advantage.

ikenna is all careful manipulation. he sinks sharp claws into any weaknesses that he sees, ruthlessly opens up cracks in armor. a skilled actor he is, letting people believe that they hold the upper hand, that they have him cornered. he licks fangs when the rug is pulled out from under them and they realize that they have played right into his hands. it is a goal of his to never let others know what he’s really thinking. those around him assume that they know him down to his core yet it’s only the parts of him that he wants them to see. there is no softness to a man such as he, though he will gladly pretend for his own personal gain.

likes. missions, gossip, open markets, family gatherings, dishes from his home, winning, children, large dogs
dislikes. being outdone/shown-up, most arrogant demigods, peace-makers, being nagged, humiliation, losing
hobbies. creating dishes in cooking club, picking fights & general mischief, training, meditating/napping under the sakura trees
skills. knows how to keep cool under pressure. knows how to play the acoustic guitar and can carry a tune pretty well. known for talking his way outta trouble and turning situations around for himself.
quirks. rarely sits correctly in his seat, it’s a wonder that he doesn’t have back problems. often paces when he’s upset. touches his pendant when in need of comfort.
fears. he fears that be may disappoint his grandfather, that he may not live up to his standards. the thought of truly being inferior to demigods also terrifies him. losing his abilities and blindness are also fears of his.
file.
status. legacy, grandson of ekwensu, trickster alusi of war and bargains.
grade. sophomore
dorm. legatum
reputation. ikenna is a student that many teachers shake their heads at. he’s prone to skipping class, except those dealing with physical feats, and causing trouble around campus. big, bad, and people tend to stay out of his way less they want his attention on them. ikenna is known for having the latest gossip on campus as well.
vision. he remembers being involved in an all out brawl in an alley one day, though he doesn’t remember why it had started, all that mattered was the sound of fighting surrounding him. it was at the end, when his enemies lay laid out at his feet that the world changed. suddenly he was surrounded by the ending of a war, bodies were scattered among the dirt, all wearing various types of armor. and upon looking down, ikenna realized that he too was dressed as a mighty igbo warrior. his grandfather came to him, standing tall and proud as he spoke of his destiny.

powers. enhanced condition: with the blood of ekwensu running through his veins, ikenna more durable than the average human. though he his only a legacy his strength is at a herculean level.

enhanced combat: as the grandson of a war god, fighting comes naturally to him. ikenna is able to adapt to using different weapons and fighting styles with ease. a single touch or a few watches is all it takes. as a prince he was taught a variety of fighting styles to protect himself.

anger manipulation: ikenna can subtly arouse feelings of impulsive anger, hatred, and bloodlust in people, to the point of instigating physical violence. he also feeds off of negative emotions, they act as fuel to make him stronger.

drawbacks. legacy: as mighty as he is Ikenna is still only a legacy. he doesn’t have any strong powers such as fire manipulation or even super speed like demigods. and while he condition is enhanced he is still able to be hurt easier than many of them.

strengths. combat: as a prince Ikenna was taught to defend himself by a skilled teacher. he has also learned all sorts of fighting styles throughout his years at the academy. as soon as he learn that there were those who had stronger and more magical abilities than him, he set out to study and learn as much as he could.

strategizing: ikenna knows how to carefully plan attacks to take out opponents. he can do this is the midst of a fight, carefully reading them to figure out their next move or when actively working against a group. his battle plans are usually well thought out and detailed.

manipulation: has a way of getting under people’s skin. he is a master liar with the ability to fake emotions better than award winning actors. with a few careful words ikenna can have people shaking in anger, cowering from a blow to their weak point, or eating out of the palm of his hands.

weaknesses. ego: ikenna has a insatiable need to prove himself, to prove that he is worthy of being at the school and of his might. his ego can blind him at times and cause him to act rashly. there are only so man injuries that can be healed before it gets him into serious trouble.

gift(s). spiked mace: a large spiked mace forged by ekwensu himself. the weapon is blessed so that it may never break and that those who dare touch it, besides ikenna, should drop by the sheer weight of it.

coral bead ring: though simple in design the ring is much more than its appearance makes it out to be. the ring has the ability to bind people when ikenna makes deals with them. should the person not hold up to their end, they suffer through bad luck that starts off small before eventually increasing in severity. a red ring around the ring finger is a sign of this.

family heirloom: though it is was not given to him by his grandfather, the necklace that he wears was passed down from generation from generation, legacy to legacy. it is a reminder of how far they’ve come and their prowess in the face of adversity.


history.

ikenna hails from imo state, nigeria. within his home state ikenna grew up in a multi-compound home, a palace as he is the grandson of a king on his mother’s side. throughout his life he shamelessly used his position to his advantage, getting out of trouble with ease thanks to his title. negative marks rarely stuck to him and despite how many scoldings he received, ikenna continued with his mischief and mayhem.

from a young age ikenna grew up learning the traditional religion of his people, worshiping the alusi and living in their honor. it was one of the few things that he took seriously. he recalls many fond times where he would sit down with the others, surrounded by other children within the palace as they learned of their history and how their people came to be. his eyes were wide and bright as he listened and hung onto every word coming from the teacher’s mouth.

life for him was one without worry. ikenna wanted for nothing throughout his life. he was held in high regard for as long as he could remember. so when he learned of his true heritage there was no surprise. ikenna knew that he was destined for a life of greatness. when faced with the challenge of fighting a monster he stepped up to the plate without hesitation in order to protect those he loved.

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lovelie auguatine
basics.

“she herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening.”​

full name. lovelie marie augustine
nicknames. love or lovie
age. 23 years old
gender. cis-female
sexuality. pansexual
place of birth. jamcel, haiti
ethnicity. haitian
visage.
she had not been molded with experienced hands like clay, yet her rough edges were smooth all the same. she has been told, by those who have gazed upon her beauty, that she is proof that only fools associate evil with the dark. she is all deep brown skin, deep like the most fertile of soils or the cosmos that others reach for with longing in their eyes. glitter twinkles on her skin like stars in the night skin, urging those to take a closer look and make a wish should they feel deserving.

had the creator purposely shaped her features in a unique manner? a face that some deem hard to look at yet they find themselves entranced all the same. there is something vaguely unnerving…otherworldly hidden in her features but soft enough to fool the eyes. those eyes of her, the deepest of blues, hide their true emotions behind fluttering lashes. it is hard to see the hunger that lurks within. their watery depths camouflage the intentions that she wants no other to see. they say so much yet so little. her face, both hard marble and soft clay.

she grew as though she had been attempting to reach the above. her body grew into itself softly, delicate in a way to not disturb the world around her. her body of gentle curves, pleasant to the eye and invoking a feeling of protectiveness. she is avian like in her grace, her movements fluid and almost floating when she arrives. she has been compared to a bird, something of fragile bones and sweet songs. yet they forget of the birds of prey, with talons ready and eyes poised for an attack.

persona.

a serrated knife smile adorned in blood-soaked gemstones and beckoning eyes. full lips part to speak honey-dipped words into the ears of flies. they flow like water, her stream of half-truths and riddles becoming more akin to troubled waters. she laughs as she watches the brave and the foolish wade through the depths, so caught up in discovering more that they fail to realize how far they’ve sunken. lovelie enjoys this game of catch and release, push and pull. lovelie has always been meticulous when it comes to how she words things. she speaks in a way that leaves others frustrated and unsure of her intentions.

there is something about the look in her eyes that sets people on edge. her gaze speaks of hidden information, as though she knows something that she shouldn’t. it would be hard to believe that one such as herself is as knowledgeable and spiritual as she is. she is devoted to the ways of her culture. within the whispering woods, when night falls and with the moon as her witness, she dances and sings and raves to honor those who came before her and watch her over even now. lovelie is a master of her craft. years have been spent learning and it shows in the power that she wields.

she is a raging fire. a flame that draws the moth forward, the wild fire that consumes the forest and leaves behind ash and devastation. lovelie welcomes chaos with a razor grin and wild look in her eyes. what is life without spontaneity? without change that forces the world to adapt? resilience has turned her spine to steel and skin to armor. she is no flower, a dainty thing easily crushed under foot or bent by the pressure of the wind. a mighty oak is what she is, standing tall and rooted against the things that try to knock her down.

a woman of passion hides amongst the mass of students. lovelie was made to make the world tremble, to take fate in her hands and bend it to her will. mad in the eyes of many, a being who takes after her mother far too much. lovelie is the cackle at a funeral, a string of curses, and a product of the strength of her ancestors stolen and unwilling to submit.

likes. bonfires, custom grillz, horror media, strawberry lollipops, tarantulas, creating new spells, offerings, spider lilies
dislikes. waiting for too long, being still for too long, the boring and dull, sour things, overtly sweet treats

hobbies. taxidermy, collecting skulls, intricate nail art, foraging for ingredients, selling magical favors, dancing, tire machèt
skills. lovelie know multilingual, she speaks haitian kreyol, french, and spanish. is very acrobatic and an amazing dancer. an amazing cook. knows how to brew various poisons.
quirks. is very superstitious and does things like sweeping with salt and throwing it over her shoulder. plays with her hair when bored. always has some type of strawberry candy on her. like scaring people by sneaking up on them. curses in kreyol when upset. loves puns.
file.
status. demigoddess; daughter of marinette-bwa-chechn, petro loa of violence and power
grade. senior
dorm. magicae
reputation. lovelie is both a pariah and a infamous figure on campus. whispers of madness follow after her. they believe her to be evil just as her mother is. with her human skin tome in her hands and her razor smile, she sends shivers down the spine of those caught in her sights. at the same time she is a beacon, a mesmerizing figure who seems to belong belong amongst figures in the throes of religious ecstasy. she approached with caution and sometimes reverence. lay an offering at her feet and in turn receive a magical favor.

vision. lovelie remember the first time she was ridden. she had been dancing around the flame on sacred land when a voice suddenly called to her. it did not take long to realize that she was tied at the stake. the wood beneath her feet smelled of oil and the crowd before her screamed their hate. a figure at the back of the crowd locked eyes with her, creeping closer until lovelie could see a slender frame and wild eyes. the figure spoke of her path and the challenges that lay ahead before disappearing as the match was struck and the flames consumed her. lovelie’s screams and howls of agony turned to laughter. she woke up then, realizing that she had laid within the fire she had been dancing around. slowly she stood and tossed her head back to scream with laughter. she had been born anew.

powers. marinette’s blessing - marinette was slayed by fire and so she now holds sway over it as a petro loa. like her mother lovelie is also able to control the destructive force. she is able to generate flames at will and create explosions via firing up oxygen near things that are flammable.

owl physiology - lovelie has the ability to take on attributes of her mother sacred animal, the screech owl. with this ability she has natural talons that can slash through flesh like a hot knife through butter. her senses are superhuman in nature. lovelie can see perfectly in the dark and rotate her head 360 degrees. though she has no beak she does have razor sharp teeth and a hollow skeleton, making her faster, lighter, and more agile.

the gift - voodoo is a way of life and the air that she breathes. her mother is a powerful being who deals in left hand magic. she wields the same ability. lovelie is a skilled voodoo priestess with generations of knowledge and power at her fingertips. she is a woman who specializes in the dark and deadly arts, the type of practice often stolen and made “clean”.

drawbacks.
marinette’s blessing - fire is an unpredictable thing. lovelie flames can be destructive when used. if she’s not careful the flames can spread quite easily, causing unnecessary damage to others and the environment.

owl physiology - her superhuman senses are not something that she can turn off. lovelie can get easily overwhelmed and stunned by intense noises. attacks to her senses leave her vulnerable, as it leaves her open to attacks as she tries to gather her wits.

the gift - voodoo is a way of life, a powerful gift that one must wield with respect. it different from many forms of magic, as it does not always provide results right then and there. lovelie must be careful when dealing with the left-handed path, for it has the potential to bounce back.

strengths.

weaknesses.

gift(s). the deadman - lovelie was gifted a machete that was blessed to forever remain sharp. the blade also secretes a substance that sends opponents into a zombie-like state if cut around six times.

lovelie’s doll - from first glance the effigy seems to be a plain wax figure in the shape of a human. it is far more than that however. should lovelie attach something personal to the doll (such as a lock of hair or piece of fabric worm) she can control the person or creature that the item belongs to. the wax never melts and takes on the shape of the being it’s attached to.
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—— Basics
Name: Kiaan Zahar Mehta
Nickname: Ki, Zahar by his peers in India
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Place of Birth: Madhya Pradesh, India
Race/Ethnicity: Desi
Status: Demigod
Child of: Nirriti

"In Puranic story, Nirṛtī is known as Alakshmi. When the ocean was churned to get ambrosia, the venom 'kalakuta' released. from that, a goddess was born known as Nirṛtī. After that, Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth, was born. Nirṛtī is considered the elder sister of Lakshmi and mother of Naraka, a personification of the hell realms. Lakshmi presides on wealth, and Nirṛtī presides on sorrows. That is why she is called Alakshmi."


—— School Life
Grade: Senior
Clubs: Hunting, nature club, culinary club, art club, fencing
Dorm: Mortem

"The name Nirṛti can be interpreted as meaning "devoid of ṛta/i", a state of disorder or chaos. This term was used in Vedic texts to indicate a realm of non-existence and absolute darkness, which threatened to consume those who failed in their duties to sacrifice and procreate. In nirṛti, there was no light, no food, and no children: none of the necessary elements of Vedic life and ritual."


—— Abilities: aside from utility applications of gifts such as simply snuffing out the light within a limited space or picking up on the scent of poison without needing to touch the substance, kiaan wields enchanted equipment and specialized attacks in combat.

"In later Hindu texts, Nirṛti was re-conceptualized as a deity. According to some texts, she is the wife of Adharma that signifies an important component of nature for the human-beings who dwell in forests, and the mother of three Rakshasas— Mrityu (death), Bhaya (fear) and Mahabhaya (terror)— who were collectively referred to as Nairrita. Other texts portray her as the daughter of Adharma and Himsa (violence, the opposite of Ahimsa)."


Assets
  • Weapon. "Kalakuta" — meaning "deadly poison", an ornate scimitar doused in the blood of a tortured innocent. nirriti bestowed this upon him when he turned 18, a sword similar to her own, which carried the ability to awash its victims with a wave of sorrow, loneliness and despair. it exhibits a shadow-y aura during use and is hellishly hot to the touch of anyone except its owner.
  • Gifts. [visualizer]
    • "The Upamarayati" — meaning "to dip or plunge into water"; with the root "mar" meaning "to die", the original meaning is "to drown". a handcrafted steel mask that nirriti bestowed upon him when he first learned the side effects of using his despair negation ability on a woman with severe depression. when worn during sleep, the mask soaks up the wearer's grim darkness and grants a peaceful night's rest. this aspect was added before nirriti bestowed it on kiaan, in order to make it an asset rather than a cursed item, for when worn while awake, the grim darkness re-enters the wearer and inflicts incomparable suffering upon the mind. kiaan uses the upamarayati as an eye mask in the dorms to ensure peace of mind while resting.
    • "The Yogamaya" — meaning "divine illusory power, an obsidian crown that once belonged to a medieval general that nirriti, a war strategist goddess, once favored. the makeshift crown is imbued with the energy of his ambition and will to conquer his enemies, and donning the crown may grant the wearer insight into whatever task they are finding difficult to navigate. kiaan has had few uses for the crown given his innate problem-solving aptitude, but it has proven useful during preparation for school-sanctioned duels against opponents he is not confident he can defeat with strength alone.
    • "The Nadesodaru" — meaning "the torch" (not literally, as he can see through darkness), a set including a black obsidian pendant and (now lost) ring crafted by Nirriti from a stone resting in the pure darkness of the ocean she was born in. Touching the obsidian can bring the wearer a feeling of warmth, comfort, and protection during distressing moments. Given how sharp it is, the stone was known by the aztecs as able to "pierce into darkness to reveal the truth itself." Kiaan doesn't know about all that, but he wears the pendant around his neck at all times nonetheless.

Strengths
  • Grim Darkness. Kiaan can manipulate darkness of a detrimental nature; that which can damage, destroy, and consume, representing the hazardous destructive side of darkness/shadow. In practice, Kiaan can use this to inflict pain, sorrow, loss, despair, loneliness, or sensory deprivation on anyone he fully shrouds in a veil of absolute darkness.
  • Poisonous Blood. Kiaan has a unique, malevolent type of poison in his blood, turning it a deep black color, which he can use against an opponent or when threatened. in emergencies, he can release his poisonous blood via physically cutting himself (hence the deep scars on his left palm). If someone were to touch him via skin contact or ingest his blood, they would severely damage their internal organs or infect their skin to the point of deterioration.
  • Despair Negation. As an ally, Kiaan can absorb the grim darkness within one's psyche (such as pain, sorrow, loss, despair, loneliness, etc.), and replace it with darkness of a pure kind, leaving the target with only their residual neutral and positive emotions amplified by the healing and flourishing nature of the pure darkness, not unlike waking from a deeply refreshing nap.

Weaknesses
  • Grim Darkness. Due to the volatile nature of grim darkness, Kiaan experiences a portion of the emotional distress he inflicts on each target, wearing away at his own ability to remain focused and in control. Causing irreversible harm to himself or his environment by accident is a danger he must constantly be wary of. On top of this, the mechanics of this power (distance, mass, precision, etc.) rely on his own skills, strength, knowledge, and energy limitations. If his strength is depleted or he hasn't practiced enough, the darkness can be a greater harm to himself than anyone.
  • Poisonous Blood. When Kiaan is injured mid-battle and has any open wounds, his blood can prove fatally dangerous to allies or anyone attempting first aid on him. He also cannot harm his opponents via this method without physically touching them. Furthermore, Ki's blood does not regenerate at an accelerated rate for a demigod, and he must be extremely careful with the amount of blood he loses.
  • Despair Negation. Whatever grim darkness Kiaan depletes, he absorbs into himself. Whatever pure darkness he inflicts, he loses from himself. He briefly experiences a portion of it both ways. For this reason, he never uses this ability on clinical mental illness (a lesson he only had to learn once). He also can only use this mental healing so long as his mind is in top shape, as it cannot exist without enough pure darkness to replace the grim darkness.


—— Visage
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Hair: Black and curly, though he usually keeps it trimmed neatly
Eyes: Black
Height: 185 cm / 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs
Build: Tall, lean, muscular
Skin: Tan
Body Mods: An owl tattoo on his spine, an angel of death and hands of the moirai on each side of his ribs, yin and yang hands on his left upper arm, and a chained man on his right upper arm.
Distinguishing Features: Several scars on his left palm from cutting it open, as well as some chemical burns from experiments gone wrong
Face Claim: Vivek Dhiman


—— Persona
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Personality: Despite being on the older side and well-disciplined when the time truly calls for it, Kiaan never quite learned how to behave like a proper young man. Blunt and nonchalant, he often found himself under the scrutiny of his professors (and occasionally the law) despite doing well in his studies. That's not to say he's an outcast— in fact, he's quite the opposite. Popular amongst his peers, Kiaan is known for being rather easy to joke around with and readily open to conversation, even to strangers or rivals if approached correctly. He doesn't hold grudges per se— rather, he lives by the motto "forgive but never forget", and that level-headedness has gotten him out of far too many sticky situations. On the other hand, he'd rather jump into a shark pit than have a heart-to-heart with any of his friends, making close relationships few and far in between. The man just can't put his feelings into words, not for a lack of trying but rather an inability to express himself in a coherent fashion without cringing out of existence.

Positives: witty, charming, bold, sociable, low-maintenance
Neutrals: curious, talkative, physically touchy, promiscuous, sarcastic
Negatives: impatient, arrogant, emotionally constipated, crude, dishonest
Likes: thrill-seeking, nights out, horror movies, socializing, breaking into abandoned places
Dislikes: clingy partners, mathematics, religious institutions, law enforcement, most other men
Hobbies: sleeping, studying english, studying toxicology, staying up at night, exploring, honing his abilities, cooking, painting, growing psychadelics (shh), playing with chemicals/toxins
Skills: cooking, multilingual (hindi, urdu, malvi, english, kannada, and persian), painting, botany, toxicology, construction, negotiating, swordplay
Quirks: minor depression/anxiety, but treated with medication. he also has a strong aversion to sunflowers
Fears: small angry dogs, commitment, talking about his feelings


—— History
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Vision origin: kiaan had his vision while working for a young widow who wanted her house painted. he maintained several odd jobs while attempting to support his siblings, and this was one of the few that didn't leave him dry-heaving by the end of the day. after he took several large cardboard sheets to the recycling bin in the alley around the back, kiaan re-emerged pale as a ghost and unable to do anything but run home to his sleeping siblings, who had no idea why he was about to leave them. not wanting them to starve, he rummaged around and slipped all the cash that he'd saved along with a brief note underneath their pillows before disappearing from their lives.

Backstory: abandoned a few months after being adopted by his parents when they fled india to escape debt collectors, kiaan met his two “siblings” in foster care in madhya pradesh at the age of 13. for the majority of his childhood, he learned as much as he could pack into his brain from the abandoned textbooks in the supervisors' offices and ditched that ratty hellhole as soon as he felt capable of working at the age of 15. from that point on, kiaan assumed the nickname "zahar" and picked up odd jobs to take care of his sisters as best as he could, providing shelter in an abandoned building while fighting off other street rats who tried to harm them. he was no easy target, and he made that much known to the scum that ever tried him.

after he had his vision, kiaan felt incredibly burdened by the responsibility he’d be leaving behind. his sisters were still children, and he’d be worried sick if he left them unattended. instead, he attempted to pay rather large sums of cash to some trusted shopkeepers nearby to keep an eye on them, all of whom rejected the money but promised to make sure they didn’t die. that was enough for ki, who had no choice but to leave his life behind for an uncertain future.

once he arrived at the university, kiaan itched to prove himself as more than the child of sorrow, darkness, and venom. the kids around him had all been gifted with incredible strength and combative abilities, which he'd never even dreamed of being capable of. despite his disadvantage in this aspect, he trained his physical skills with intense regimens for the first two years, focusing more on matching up to his peers than playing up to his own strengths. between this negligence and his tendency to ditch the university for extended periods of time to discreetly send his sisters money, kiaan ended up having to repeat a year of his studies. in this manner, the man has spent longer than most at the university and holds no pride in that fact.

at the age of 21, however, ki realized that being the child of such a cursed goddess did not mean he had to be brooding and intimidating. nirriti was born of venom and the mother of hell, known for inflicting some of the worst demises upon mankind, but she is also a master strategist and guardian against the worst evils on the planet. his strength lied in his ability to apply his empathy of the darkest emotions to combat, and this self-acceptance resulted in him excelling at everything related to history, psychology, chemistry—nearly every subject he could apply his dark abilities to. now, as a 23-year-old senior, kiaan looks forward to his graduation with bright eyes and a far more mature mindset.
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psyche.









cold, cold girl.










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  • 01.




















    01


    name.


    eulalia onasis-isobe.







    02


    nickname


    eula. just eula.







    03


    age.


    twenty-one.







    04


    gender.


    female.







    05


    sexuality.


    heterosexual.







    06


    p.o.b


    salem, massachusetts.







    07


    ethnicity


    japanese-greek american.



















    visage.







    height/weight.


    5'6 / 146 lbs.





    hair.


    Black, blunt bangs. Though pin-straight and seemingly healthy, there’s evidence of a choppy original cut. Despite the crooked ends, Eula’s hair falls nearly to her waist. A bit of a hassle, but nothing a good braid can’t fix.







    eyes.


    For as long as Eulalia can remember, her eyes were a deep and rich brown. It was a shade she was mostly content with. However, in the recent years of her life in light of new events, Eula has seemingly developed heterochromia. Her left iris is stained gold, with seemingly no plans for the hue to infect her right one.






    build.


    Eula is a slim girl with a bit of muscle toning, but it’s nothing to write home about.






    skin.


    Eula is a rather pale girl, with a variety of moles and freckles across her body.







    body mods.


    One time when she was sixteen, Eula spent her entire savings on her getting her septum pierced professionally. It only lasted about five hours before her mother made her take it out and write a paper on why she made a dumb decision. She hasn’t gotten another piercing since.






    dist. features.


    With the (diluted) blood of Psyche running through her veins, it’s no surprise that Eulalia is what one would call a ‘pretty’ girl. With full lips and sharp cheekbones to match, the beauty of Eulalia is almost a bit stereotypical.








    faceclaim.


    t.b.d


















♡coded by uxie♡

 






XI.
legacy of lyssa
scroll.















my own summer
deftones

BASICS
NAME: Mylo Garrick
AGE: 20 years old
GENDER: Cis-Male
SEXUALITY: Gay
PLACE OF BIRTH: California, USA
RACE/ETHNICITY: Caucasian-American

VISAGE
HAIR: Mylo's hair is dark blonde in color and currently at a medium length. If he were ever compelled to begin taking care of it, he wouldn't know where to start. It's rather thick in texture, and it gets curlier the longer it grows out, much to his distaste.

EYES: His irises are slate gray, often hidden behind red eyelids and swollen bruises.

HEIGHT: 5'11"

WEIGHT: 175 lbs

BUILD: Building and maintaining a large amount of muscle mass does not come naturally to Mylo, much to his distress. His training and time at the academy has, however, kept him athletic, though aesthetically average. One would likely notice his poor posture before any other physical attribute.

SKIN: His skin is fair, alternating between sandy and paler shades through the turning of the seasons, seemingly always colored by a continuous stream of pooled bruises. He has multiple scars covering his face and body, some more faded than others.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: His nose is a bit crooked, and he has a more prominent scar over the bridge of it. He also has a chest piece tattoo of a vulture, with its wings spread out across his collarbone.

FACECLAIM: Jeremy Allen White

PERSONA
PERSONALITY: Mylo acts more like a weapon than a person. He thinks with his fists, and he's sooner to swing than to start a conversation. Violence has long since become his primary method of communication. Lyssa's fury and ruthlessness can be easily identified in him, and his deep well of rage often leaves him feeling out of control. He’s explosive, and it doesn’t take much to set him off and summon his anger.

Mylo keeps his walls up constantly, and he's quick to push others away by any means possible to protect himself. He's very conscious of both his appearance and inner morality, and he often comes off as aloof and cold to hide his doubts and insecurities. If Mylo cares about something, he'll do whatever it takes to make sure nobody knows it. He treats competition like survival, and he's been led to believe that everyone is a threat and so he should always be on his guard.

Despite his tough facade, Mylo still retains some of his human qualities. He has the potential to be fiercely protective of the people on his side. He's secretly a good listener when in conversation, and he's appreciative of silence whenever he can get it. Although he can only seem to express anger, he’s often emotional, and chances are that he cares about his friends more than he’d ever let on. He also appreciates a good joke, just as long as it’s not at his expense.

VICES:
Violent
Stubborn
Combative
Explosive
Vengeful
Guarded

VIRTUES:
Protective
Understanding
Inquisitive
Independent
Passionate

LIKES:
Beaches
Cool breezes
Silence
Night-time/sunsets
Heavy Metal music
Rom-coms (shhh)

DISLIKES:
Authority
Vulnerability
Crowds
Cold weather
Dogs

HOBBIES:
Writing
Listening to music
Camping/hiking

SKILLS:
Plays piano incredibly well, though not often and never publicly, and without the ability to read sheet music
Unmatched memory when it comes to words spoken verbatim, particularly song lyrics
A very durable boxer

QUIRKS:
Nervous smoker
Has a knuckle cracking habit
Incredibly detailed sketches, astoundingly poor handwriting
Has "perfect pitch" but doesn't know it
Somehow always knows what direction he's facing on a compass without looking at it
Allergic to cats

FEARS:
There are times in which his own nature scares him, when his rage becomes uncontrollable, and he feels like he’s losing himself. Lyssa looms over his shoulder, and the only thing that matches his resentment toward her is his fear of her. He’s terrified of showing his weak spots, and he fears the feeling of helplessness that comes with it.

MYTHOS FILE
STATUS: Legacy

DESCENDANT OF: Lyssa, Greek goddess of blind rage, frenzy, madness, and rabid animals

GRADE: Sophomore

DORM: Legatum

REPUTATION: Mylo is not known for being nice. Generally the only time another student might recognize him is because they've gotten into a fight with him in the past. He's a legacy—a rather unremarkable one at that—and so he flies pretty well under the radar. Mylo has many more enemies than he does friends, and it doesn't make him the most approachable person. Because of this, he has very few friendly interactions.

VISION: In a losing fight, Mylo was thrown into the ocean, which turned into a sea of blood that nearly drowned him. A voice told him of his destiny and lineage, and he was pulled to shore, where from afar, Lyssa had watched him struggle, cloaked in the form of a wolf.

ABILITES
POWERS: None

GIFT: A steel broadsword given by Lyssa herself, cursed to be his one and only weapon, stained crimson forever by drawn blood that can never be washed off.

STRENGTHS:
Swordsmanship—His sole weapon for a long as it first touched his palm, and he's pretty handy with it.

Hand-to-hand combat—He’s been in more than his fair share of fights, making him a weathered brawler. He can throw a punch with an expert hand, but more than that, he’s learned to take them even better.

Outdoor survival— Home is where he makes it, and his affinity for solo camping trips in whatever desolate area he could reach colored his earlier years. What he may lack in intelligence, he makes up for in experience.

WEAKNESSES:
Self-control—He’s impulsive by default, and his combative nature doesn’t help that. When overwhelmed, he becomes unreliable, and suddenly everyone is at risk of becoming his target, whether they are truly his enemies or not.

Weapon variety deficiency—He’s destined to only carry Lyssa’s sword in combat, which means that he has no versatility when it comes to other weapons or fighting skills. Anything else that he tries to wield, even a shield, will slip from his grasp, disappear, or become too heavy for him to lift. When he’s without his sword, he is defenseless, save for his hands.

Intelligence—To put it plainly, Mylo is a fighter, not a thinker. He makes rash decisions, and he’s often unable or unwilling to see reason. He has no sense of strategy, and his actions are rarely tactical.

HISTORY
Born from death, Mylo Garrick's destiny was written in blood from the moment he took his first breath. His mother, a daughter of Lyssa, died due to complications during his birth. This left Mylo with his father who, although a mortal, would raise his son with an iron-first akin to the goddess of rage herself. Because he survived at the price of his mother, Mylo was an object of his father's resentment from early on.

Mylo's parents had met while they were serving as Marines for the U.S. Army. Although Mylo's father didn't know about his wife's godly status, he would raise Mylo for war even with the absence of her influence. Mylo's father was forced to leave the military to be the primary caretaker of his son, which only added to his distaste for his child. From a young age, Mylo was subject to his father's wrath and resentment.

Unfortunately, Mylo grew up learning from his father. He wasn't taught proper communication skills, and he developed a habit of using his fists instead of his words. His behavioral issues began as a child, which affected his ability to make friends and excel in school. Despite not giving his son the tools for success, Mylo's father always expected it—and the consequences of failure and not living up to his father's expectations were harsh.

Mylo spent his childhood and teenage years alone. His anger only grew with time, and his personality became more dangerous and explosive with each year spent under the rule of his father. He struggled in school, and his propensity for getting into trouble often put him in danger. He made more enemies than friends, as he found himself getting into fights more often than not.

Because of the environment and treatment he experienced growing up, he struggled to find outlets for his growing aggression and inner turmoil. When he wasn't exchanging blows with whoever he would decide to pick a fight with, Mylo was writing. He's filled up numerous notebooks throughout his life, and he still finds a sense of catharsis and relief in scrawling all of his thoughts onto paper with a pen as his only weapon. He also found solace in nature, and because of his proximity to the ocean, the beach would become his second home. When the walls of his room threatened to bury him as he struggled to keep his head above the overwhelming buildup of rage and emotion that gathered within him, Mylo would spend his days—including frequent overnight stays sleeping on the sand—listening to the waves and breathing in the fresh salty air.

When he turned eighteen, Mylo received his vision. One night he had found himself in another fight, and this time he was outnumbered. Although he was used to losing fights, this one wasn't going to end with him walking home to nurse his wounds. After beating him, the three men he'd pit himself against decided to throw him off of the pier they had met on. Mylo was dropped into the ocean, and as soon as he hit the water, his vision came to him. As he was beginning to drown, the water around him turned into blood, and Mylo was able to rise above the waves. While struggling, he had caught glimpses of the shore, spotting a white wolf sitting alone on the sand, watching him narrowly kick away death. Once he made it back to land and collapsed on the sand, Lyssa was gone, but her voice told him of his destiny.

Desperate for somewhere else to go, Mylo had few reservations about attending Mythos. He left Los Angeles—and his father—to live at the school. He spent his first year doing what he had done his whole life: getting into fights. After years of feeling inferior, his status as a Legacy hasn't done much to remedy that. The fact that he received no powers from his godly grandmother hasn't helped much either. He constantly feels the need to prove himself, and he has difficulty getting along with others. Because his abilities don't surpass those of a mortal, he struggles to keep up with training and general schooling.

The longer he feels Lyssa's silent judgement on the back of his neck, the more he grows to hate her.


GALLERY​










mylo garrick.


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Siobhan Brennan
































daughter of mórrígan
the oracle




























♡coded by uxie♡



″I stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth.‶​
















siobhan brennan.










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  • 01.




















    01


    full name.


    Siobhan Brennan







    02


    age.


    21







    03


    gender.


    Cisfemale







    04


    sexuality.


    Bisexual







    05


    place of birth.


    Dingle, Ireland







    06


    ethnicity.


    Irish



















    visage.







    height.


    163 cm (5ft 4in)






    weight.


    57kg (126Ibs)






    hair.


    Red. Soft Waves. Well kept. Mostly stays down and kept at shoulder length, although sometimes it gets away from her and grows beyond.






    eyes.


    Soft brown eyes, usually filled with a hint of a smile. If you're not so lucky, they might be harsh and unwavering.






    build.


    Unfortunately, Siobhan didn't receive any of her mother's shapeshifting ability. Lacking of the "impossible beauty" her mother often possessed, Siobhan's body is one made from hard work and arduous days on the farm. Strong arms, toned from lifting sheep and bags of feed. Muscular legs built from running after lone creatures close to sunset. While she doesn't have to chase sheep at Mythos, she still tries to keep up with her strength. After all, her powers aren't great for defending herself so perhaps her physique can help...






    skin.


    Pale skin speckled with freckles over the lips, eyes cheeks-- there's barely an inch of skin that doesn't have a tinge of freckle. In the summer months, Siobhan takes on a slightly more sun kissed appearance, while in winter, she stays pale. Her skin is relatively smooth, though there are a plethora of scars from back home littering her body as well.






    body mods.


    Siobhan has several piercings in both ears.






    distinguishing features.


    Freckles, obviously. Despite her smaller stature, Siobhan's relatively muscular figure is quite noticeable.






    face claim.


    Luca Hollestelle.


















♡coded by uxie♡

 
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Carmen Canek
















daughter of hacha'kyum




lizeth selene










♡coded by uxie♡


















Carmen Canek.










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  • 01.




















    01


    full name.


    Carmen Canek







    02


    age.


    20







    03


    gender.


    cisfemale







    04


    sexuality.


    Pansexual







    05


    place of birth.


    Acapulco, Mexico







    06


    ethnicity.


    Mexican



















    visage.







    height.


    152 cm (5ft 0in)






    weight.


    53kg (117bs)






    hair.


    Dark brown, wavy/soft curls, long.






    eyes.


    Dark eyes, lit up from the smile on her face.






    build.


    Short stature, fit, built like a demigoddess.






    attire.


    Dark clothes with pops of colors. Lots of layering. Fashionable as FUCK.






    body mods.


    Septum ring, left nose ring, ears pierced, tattoos ALL over her body.






    distinguishing features.


    Big ass smile on her face. Shit ton of tattoos. Hair is always done and down.






    face claim.


    Lizeth Selene.


















♡coded by uxie♡

 






THEO MCCULLOUGH.
















# son of bacchus




# wip










♡coded by uxie♡











theo









son of bacchus.










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  • 01.




















    01


    name.


    Theodore McCullough.







    02


    a.k.a.


    Theo, Teddy.







    03


    age.


    19 years old.







    04


    gender.


    Cis male.







    05


    sexuality


    Undecided.







    06


    d.o.b.


    October 30th. Scorpio.







    07


    p.o.b.


    Chicago, Illinois.







    08


    ethnicity


    Caucasian; Irish descent.



















    visage.







    hair.


    Grown out brown locks, a slept in bedhead that's sometimes sweated out, always unruly from moving his hair out of his face.






    eyes.


    Water-logged blue eyes.






    skin.


    Golden tan and heavily freckled from days spent in the sun.






    build.


    5'6". Of average height, with a potential for broader shoulders if he'd stop hiding under hoodies and sweaters. Theo isn't particularly well fit or strong.







    face claim.


    Barry Keoghan.


















♡coded by uxie♡

 
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yasmín









mama qucha.










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  • 01.




















    01


    name.


    Yasmín Emma Castillo Rincon.







    02


    a.k.a.


    "Yas" to friends and family.







    03


    age.


    20 years old.







    04


    gender.


    Trans female.







    05


    sexuality


    Bisexual.







    06


    d.o.b.


    May 3rd. Taurus.







    07


    p.o.b.


    Barranca, Peru.







    08


    ethnicity


    Latina.



















    visage.







    hair.


    A black mop of beachy waves and curls. She usually doesn't let it grow past her shoulders.






    eyes.


    Big round dark brown eyes.






    skin.


    Golden tan and heavily freckled from days spent in the sun.






    build.


    5'7". Yasmín has an athletic swimmer's body - long limbed, lots of lean muscle, much faster in water than on the ground.







    face claim.


    Andrea Chaparro.


















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Mia Parker-Liu
































#CHLORIS








# CHILD OF THE EARTH




















♡coded by uxie♡






THE FILE ;;​

Name: Mia Parker-Liu
Nickname: Mi-mi, a childish moniker gifted to her by her younger siblings, to which she secretly finds comfort in.
Age (18 - 24): 20
Gender: Cis.female
Sexuality: Bicurious
Place of Birth: Salt Lake City, Utah
Race/Ethnicity: Mixed race ; of chinese & american descent

VISAGE ;;​

Hair: A long, thick cascade of brunette locks. With subtle movement, like a soft stream, Mia often adorns the waters of her mane with various accessories - pinning them back back for the sake of convenience.
Eyes: Expressive, though often distracted looking elsewhere, her eyes are mono-lidded & possess a most valiant grey, the kind you’d only find in storybooks lined with fables.
Height: 5”4
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Unimposing from a distance, the half-deity seems not the least bit threatening; lithe and quick on her feet, as to escape the very many fears & anxieties that constantly woe her. Underneath the layers of fabric however, remains a toned figure reminiscent of years spent performing as a cheerleader.
Skin: Kissed ever so slightly by the sun, her skin bursts with an olive ever-glow.
Body Mods: A few moles splattered here & there ; ear piercings.
Distinguishing features: Eyes that haunt, makes her seem very cold before she begins to speak… If she begins to speak.
Face claim: Havana Rose liu

PERSONA ;;​

All work and no play makes Mia a dull girl.

And dull she is — although, in her defence, she tries. She always does.

But it seems in all her trying she has lost herself - or rather, has neglected to look in the first place. Who the hell is she ?

Regardless, all who speak of Mia can unanimously agree on one thing - that she’s everything that she should be. A devoted student, a diligent worker, a good sister. But they offer only what can be delivered - superficial, a mere conversation in passing, a scratch in the ice of perception. To them, Mia is not a person, but a concept. Without any real identity she passes through the corridors like a phantom in an aimless haunt, hurriedly whirring from one obligation to the next. All of her traits can be compiled into a perfect mold, but what can she offer other than achievement? … Even she lacks the answer.

And though recent godly revelations & such existential thoughts often ruminate in the back of her skull, bounce against the bones and sing between her eye sockets, each one is even more jarring than the last. Everything is happening too fast & nothing feels in her control.

Has she wasted her life devoting herself to the academia ? Is she wasting her youth ? Has she already wasted her youth ?

These uncertainties always have a way of making her heart race & her eyes well. To say that she is tightly wound is… an understatement to say the least, resulting in several sudden departures and (very evidently) stifled reactions when it comes to be too much. And recently it’s been too much a lot.

However, as much as she feels as if she was tumbling from crisis to crisis, Mia is never one to ask or burden anyone for help. Having always been the child or the student that was “mature“ for her age, the one they never had to worry about, it’s not only extremely difficult to a. showcase her vulnerabilities, b. be anything other than a concept, the person that others want her to be. Every time she’s tried, well, she’s failed incredibly, let it slip that she is not in fact that, and might even be a massive idiot.

Tongue-tied and awkward when not “performing” so to speak, Mia is naturally a shyer person, a law-abiding citizen & someone who would much rather rot in the confines of her bedroom than risk the embarrassment of rejection. All things that make it extremely difficult to fully integrate with the rest of her peers.

Though this time around, she’s certain she’ll get it right… she hopes.


Skills: With years of experience co-captaining her high school’s cheer team, Mia is something of a skilled gymnast, an acrobat. Able to jump & flip & endure for hours at a time, she’s very athletic despite not looking it. Beyond that, Mia is also something of an academic weapon, astute in differentiating one problem from the next or drawing parallels, her grades & copious accolades reflect her intelligence. Finally, she has a certain penchant for making things beautiful or devoting herself to beauty, even going as far as to romanticize it, to spend time and effort on the little things, which would explain why she’s so often put-together & regarded for her femininity.



MYTHOS FILE ;;
​

Status: Demigod
Child/descendant of: Chloris, Goddess of spring, flowers & new beginnings
Grade: 2nd year
Dorm: Silva
Reputation: Like someone you don’t know well but seems polite the first time, Mia is often described as “nice enough,” a mystery outside of her direct obligations (mostly by her own doing), she simply assumes that she’s not the kind that’s thought of as much. An idea more than a person, she’s surprised when anyone she’s yet to grow close with remembers something of hers - be it a like or dislike or what have you. And though she’s decided that most people probably aren’t looking at her, that never stops her from looking at them.

A deeply perceptive and deeply thoughtful individual, Mia is time and time again astounded by the fact that there are so many lives playing out in front of her, and she likes to people watch every now & then. Hanging around campus by her lonesome, she often struggles to join in on the camaraderie of other students, but has no problem being on the sidelines.

Vision: She came to her in the bathroom …. strange as it sounds.

Mia was hunched over the porcelain sink, her features drowned in the ice-cold waters of restraint.

She’d messed up again, freaked out like she always did. She would be alone again. She would be alone and no one would ever come to save her… Or so she’d thought.

Gently, a hand wrapped around her shoulder, forcing her eyes to shoot open, to sting from the sudden assault of water, and her body to whip itself around, droplets splattering against the tiled floor.

Her eyes widened, mouth slightly agape.

She was seeing things, she had to have. Her mind began to race. Had she eaten something funny ? Was she simply losing her mind ? Who the hell is th-

The woman before her was something ethereal, plucked straight from a painting, a stranger who felt familiar, some way, somehow. She began to calm down as the apparition reached out to caress her face, soothe her in the way that a mother would. And when she spoke, Mia, unlike her often unwinding state, carefully listened to her, half-consumed by the notion that she’d past out somewhere and that this was all a dream, a hallucination.

It was then, sitting on the edge of the tub, on the eve of her 18th birthday, did Mia truly learn who she was. At least, part of who she was.


ABILITIES ;;
​

Powers: Seismic sense - the ability to sense & perceive vibrations of the earth, indicating dangers or promising resources.
Chlorokinesis - the ability to manipulate flowers/plants/vegetation to grow, attack or ensnare enemies.
Resurrection - (Undiscovered), the ability to heal or bring back subjects to their prime state

Gift: A golden pendant with a chiseled rose, Mia has yet to know its full purpose besides the fact that it’s something that she can fidget with in times of distress.
Strengths: Is able to “ecofy” her surroundings, supplementing Mythos with both beauty and rejuvenation. Can also detect possible changes in weather or earthly disasters headed their way due to vibrational energy.
Weaknesses: Her powers - particularly her chlorokinesis is very - possibly even too reactive in response to her emotions, there have been many a time where her dorm room has been shrouded in vines due to her crippling stress levels in the moment, or when an abnormal & potentially dangerous plant has sprung up from the earth due to a particularly sour mood. Because of this, Mia, despite constantly struggling to, always has to maintain a neutral, if not very good attitude.

Secondly, Mia is far from a fighter. Deeply afraid of most things, she has a tendency to freeze or take longer to process. Coupled with the fact that she’s generally shyer and possesses not a courageous bone in her body, Mia can be somewhat of a liability on the battlefield, much to the dismay of others.


HISTORY ;;​

I.
​
Home, for Mia, was always something that hung in the balance. Born to a single father while being the eldest of three girls, it’s hard to admit that for much of her life, she’d always been an adult. The shoulder to cry on, the one who drives you to school, kisses your booboos. And ultimately, the one who’s taken for granted.

Never unhappy but also, never quite happy, either; her father’s deeply morose disposition was something she avoided at all costs, and, as a deeply empathetic child, had just assumed that the supposed death of her mother still plagued him after all these years. Instead, she was determined to become what he couldn’t and what he wasn’t. The backbone.

The only sense of fortitude that protected them when things would deteriorate, when her father would not come home for days, or when her grandmother instead, had decided to step into their lives; Mia was to her household, an iron gateway. Seldom devoid of responsibility despite being but a mere child herself, she was practically apart of the few people who kept things from dwindling in between the cracks. And, when she realized this, when she realized just how much weight she had had to carry, was when the problems began to arise.

A deeply lovable child turned reclusive, bashful & full of doubt, since her father’s sudden departure from their lives, Mia was never quite the same. Though she excelled in school and vied to build an impressive career off of her own back, she still struggled to connect with others, to let them in.

Now, beginning her second year at Mythos, she’s determined to change that.


​

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Atlas Wolfe
































# Apollo








# CHILD OF WONDER




















♡coded by uxie♡





THE FILE ;;​

Name: Atlas J. Wolfe
Nickname: Nonchalant enough to respond to virtually anything, although “attie” in particular sends chills down his spine.
Age (18 - 24): 23
Gender: Cis.male
Sexuality: Bicurious
Place of Birth: London, England
Race/Ethnicity: English, white

VISAGE ;;​

hair: A contained mess of a mane, it is sometimes difficult to decipher Atlas’ true hair colour. Drifting between a rich brown and a raven black, it tends to reflect differently in various lightings. Though often flopping to one side (he reckons he has the makings of a cowlick) and wavy, he usually keeps it cropped short & pushed away from his line of vision.
Eyes: Like the gateways to his soul, his eyes remain his most honest feature. Downturned & pinched at the corners of his face with well-formed crows feet, they shine a warm & welcoming green.
height: 6”1
weight: 185 lbs
build: Tall yet hardly foreboding, unlike many of the men at Mythos Academy, Atlas lacks the muscle density that usually occupies their figures. Softer around the edges, his strength is that of the subtle kind, and he instead carries with him a more endomorphic muscle mass.
skin: On the paler side but with a warm peachy undertone, his skin is blemish-free & often dusted with stubble on the surface of his jawline.
body mods: A scar on the nape of his neck in the shape of the constellation Corvus, not many people know about it and if he were being truthful, he hardly remembers the story of how he got it. Also bears deep-set dimples in his cheeks, most evident through a laugh.
distinguishing features: N/A
face claim: Jonah Hauer-King

PERSONA ;;​

By nature, Atlas is someone that emanates the warmth of a thousand suns. With a smile that tugs on the heartstrings, he remains a partial divinity bearing a most gentle spirit. A man that takes kindly to others, he easily welcomes most - if not all into budding conversation, though few become close friends, as he becomes bashful in large crowds, more awkward. Dawning a more benevolent disposition, Atlas is the kind - and has notoriously been the kind of person that others could turn to in times of need. A well-read and thoughtful individual, he's often the guiding hand in the group, always the kind to rationalize, even in times of distress - be that a good or bad thing. For knowledge is power, yes, but with that power, knowledge can be a sword, knowledge can cut deep.

A man of science, books & poetry, if there is one thing that Atlas could never reject - it would be his own curiosity. A chaser of the unknown, seeker of secrets, his head spins with the idea of possibility and he simply cannot get enough of it. From diving deep into the pages of various texts or digging through Mythos Academy’s very own archives, if there’s something you need the answer to, there’s at least an 90% chance that Atlas either already knows about it, has read about it, or could teach you a thing or two about it. Because of his almost bizarre ability to retain a vastitude of information however, he could be labeled an intellectual, though he’d hardly call himself that, lest he wanted to be on the receiving end all of the eye rolls.

However, as much as Atlas provides the essence of the-boy-next-door, his flaws remain prevalent, perhaps more so in the dark.

After all, knowing things is what he’s good for, arguably all he’s good for and when the lines blur into uncertainty, Atlas doesn’t know himself anymore, loses the little bit of control he thought he had by simply knowing. When this happens he begins to spiral, tries to regain himself through countless nights spent rummaging for whatever he’s searching for — becomes mean, aggravated, like a bad dog who bites the very hand that feeds him. He needs to feel like he’s in control, always, all the time. Lest he slips, lest the thread of fate should escape his fingers. Again.

Due to his prophetic-like abilities, Atlas tends to be a more cautious individual, though in his darkest hours this could be mistaken for paranoia. A level-headed individual, until he’s not, Atlas isn’t proud of how senselessly cruel he can become, how irrational, how scared. But what is fear, if not the reality which one seeks to escape ?

He asks himself that question every night.


MYTHOS FILE ;;
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Status: Demigod
Child/descendant of: Apollo, God of literally everything
Grade: 4th year
Dorm: Stellae
Reputation: A sort of cookie-cutter image of a man, Atlas, to the majority of Mythos Academy, seems like a decent, if not mundane guy. Nothing spectacular about him (at least, that he shares) other than the various pieces of information he’s learned, (which, most- if not all students are at a crossroads when it comes to his intelligence) he seems to be more of a resource- a tutor, rather than a friend. To which he happily obliges.

Many have some choice words for the way he can spur on and on about god knows who and god knows what without even a pause for breath, how his eyes shine whenever he’s able to bring his thoughts to life, always a pen and paper on hand, always prepared to dip the milky white chalk against the ashen chalkboard. To Atlas, even the smallest ideas make a difference, even when no one notices.

Vision: In his earlier years, a more skeptical Atlas would’ve assumed that it was his feverish delirium that’d explain his encounter on that one, fateful day. That it was not his lucky scar that began to burn red hot, no, but the illness that plagued his body, his mind, and maybe even his soul.

He’d been ill for awhile now, with no signs of letting up. His grandparents began to grow worried, would pace the kitchen floor through hushed whispers as they watched right in front of them- the child that they held so dear, wither away under their care, their embrace. A child turned turned tragedy, the gods were seldom known for being kind.

After countless doctors’ visits, x-rays and specialists and no real reckoning - no prognosis, it was assumed that the boy would die come nighttime, that he would become one with the constellations, as his heartbeat slowly began to fade, one thump at a time. It would be a peaceful end to a long chapter, the suffering would finally cease. Or would it have created more? He wonders now what would’ve happened if things had turned out differently.

In the end it was his dream that same night, it was his very dream that’d saved him. For there, in the flesh stood a man towering, with skin the colour of something inhuman, ethereal, and eyes ferocious, yet warm. His feeble brain could not make sense of it, no matter how hard he tried. But his mouth was always the persistent one of the two, and so he asked anyways.

A conversation bending between space and time, defying the laws of gravity he dreamt that they’d walked through earth, half god and half man, together as one.

It was that same dream that changed him, left him enlightened, open to possibility. Because in the morning, out of pure coincidence, Atlas awoke, face flush with health, and his heart full of knowledge.


ABILITIES ;;
​

Powers: Prophecy, or Precognition - the ability to sense & perceive future events, through visions, dreams or touch.
Clairvoyance - the ability to detect things that are otherwise undetectable to the naked eye, including spirits or beings. (Newly acquired).
TBA -

Gift: A small sculpture of a crow, that is able to turn into an actual, living crow, though upon its own command. Atlas’ pet friend “Corvy,” and his guide.
Strengths: Is able to avoid danger and inconvenience and help others do so with a simple touch, though he usually keeps his visions to himself.

Has recently begun to see things, things that aren’t actually there yet are somehow symbolic to his more powerful visions.

Weaknesses: Although his powers have more to do with his mind rather than his body, Atlas’ visions can manifest into very real and very physical afflictions to his frame. With his more powerful visions having caused nosebleeds, bruises, blows or flat-out unconsciousness, Atlas walks a very thin line between health and decay every time his powers begin to realize their full potential.

The scar on the back of his neck also burns a painfully bright red - as if searing in the flames of ignorance - whenever he possesses a sort of inkling or an intuition about something.

However, his abilities also can harm him mentally as well. In particular, his more gruesome dreams or nightmares tend to keep him awake, make him paranoid in ways that are not so easily understood by everyone else. Furthermore, these images, these figures can be faceless, and misleading, some requiring more efforts in deduction, entering his psyche as a series of puzzles until he finally finds the missing pieces, leading Atlas to sometimes draw the wrong conclusions, to choose wrongly.

HISTORY ;;​

On a rainy night in the streets of London, Atlas was left at the doorsteps of a very unassuming house, lined with red brick and cobblestone. Accompanied by a damp letter and a warm bassinet, it was not until the child cried out into the night, did anyone actually hear him. His mother never had the courage to knock on the door.

In fact, he never knew his mother. He sometimes wonders what she looked like, how she smiled and if they shared the same smile, if her hair was brown or black, her eyes green. Such thoughts have plagued his mind before, turning his stomach uneasy with guilt as he sat, perched in the house of his old grandmother and father, staring at the plate of their Sunday dinner.

They were an older couple, childless, he assumed, given that there were never any pictures of her. Though their aging bodies could hardly keep up with him as a boy, Atlas, being the more empathetic of his peers, would find himself instead, going inside to join them, insisting upon reading a story rather than playing catch. He was always like that, always slightly afraid of what would happen if he didn’t make more mindful decisions. Always afraid of losing someone.

The visions started when he was still not yet tall enough to peer over the countertops. Atlas was 7 when he first predicted that his third grade teacher, Ms. Twitchel would spill her cup of coffee, after having not paid mind to it the entire day. He watched it earnestly as she tended to his more delinquent classmates, hoping that she would just push it aside, keep it so far away that it could never touch her or the ground.

But when he heard the inevitable shriek of an overworked and underpaid school teacher, he learned that being wholly correct was most probably, one of his biggest fears.

The visions only grew more and more vivid, more intense as he grew older. What was at first just a silly little game that the adults used to play along with, what was just his forecasting another rainy day in London, grew into something monstrous, something inhuman.

He was a teenager when he first collapsed, angry at the world and angry at his grandparents (who weren’t really his grandparents or so he was beginning to understand), angry at them for withholding the truth, for the deception, the cruel ways of strangers. And, after a particularly bad fight with his guardians, he was found, in the depths of his covers, completely unmoving.

And that was only the beginning.


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Issah Habib
















son of Teshub




# @walimn










♡coded by uxie♡





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  • me and your mama
    childish gambino




    01
    full name
    Issah Suleiman Habib
    02
    nickname
    do it, regret it. (Habibi)

    03
    age
    Twenty-Four
    04
    gender
    Cisgender Male
    05
    sexuality
    Pansexual
    06
    ethnicity
    Persian & Pakistani
    07
    place of birth
    Teheran, Iran
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Amaris Kale
















# Demi-God




# Daughter of Selene, Greek Goddess of the Moon










♡coded by uxie♡





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    general
    Amaris
    full name
    Amaris 'Mari' Kale
    age
    18 years old
    gender
    Female | She/Her
    sexuality
    Pansexual | Panromantic
    date of birth
    February 25th | Pisces
    race/place of birth
    Caucasian | Dallas, Texas
    child of the moon
    Status:
    Demi-God

    Child of:
    Selene, Greek Goddess of the Moon

    Grade | Dorm:
    Freshman | Stellae

    Reputation:
    Reputation goes here

    Vision:
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Melora Skai
Demigoddess
Melinoe
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Melora

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full name


Melora Skai









nickname(s)


Mel/Lore









age


23









gender


Cis Female









sexuality


Pansexual









p.o.b.


Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia









ethnicity


Caucasian
















































  • hair

    White, shoulder-length, and slightly curly.









    eyes

    Heterochromia: her left eye is pale grey and her right eye is dark brown.









    height

    1.7m









    build.

    Lithe.










    skin.

    A pale, milky white with a few faded freckles scattered across her body.









    bodymods.

    Several ear piercings.

















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Harlowe Faust
the lady's wrath
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    full name
    Harlowe Erwin Faust
    nicknames
    Lowe
    age
    Twenty-three
    date of birth
    December 21st
    gender
    Male
    sexuality
    Demisexual
    ethnicity
    Caucasian
    God Relation
    Child of Hekate
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