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the calling.

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persona
personality ( a list of traits fine or at least one paragraph.)
likes:
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hobbies:
skills:
quirks:
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mythos file
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child/descendant of:
grade:
dorm:
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history
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Glory.



The Score












Legacy.















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asics.










FULL NAME


Ikenna Arinze Okafor.







NICKNAME(S)


Ken







AGE


Twenty.







GENDER


Cis-male.







SEXUALITY


Bisexual.








P.O.B


Imo State, Nigeria.








ETHNICITY


Igbo.













A

ppearance.










summary.



Ikenna is the type of person who stands out from the crowd. People notice him when it enters the room due to his size alone. At 6’4” he towers over many of those around him. His body is solid, tank like in the way that it’s toned. Ikenna's figure is muscular from not only keeping in shape, his physique is fitting for someone descended from a divine being.

Ikenna has black hair that he keeps low and neat. He takes care of it, keeping his line sharp and 360 waves on point with the help of his hard brush and durag. His eyes are pure onyx, his gaze is intense and even hypnotic to some. Ikenna’s skin is dark brown, the type of sun-kissed that would lead people to believe he’s the child of some solar deity.













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ersonality.










summary.



As the legacy of an alusi of war, a being who is said to bring out the savagery in others, it’s to be expected that his personality would be more on the volatile side of the spectrum. And they’re right in a sense. Ikenna is someone who loves violence. He adores the rush that comes with fighting with others. Reveals in the way he is able to push and poke at people until they explode on him. There’s something beautiful in the way fighting gets the blood bumping, the heart racing as two beings rush eachother with promises of hurt in their eyes. There is no doubt that Ikenna is the legacy of war. People are aware of how easy it is for him to slip into a state of aggression. As a child he would get into fights without care. Smiling as he was pulled back with blood on his person, be it his own or his enemy’s. Broken bones healed and so they failed to stop him.

While Ikenna is all brute strength and feral energy, he is a smooth talker as well. There are those who think him a dumb jock, a beast even and he lets them. He enjoys the satisfaction of when he proves them wrong, when they let their guard down until he’s close enough to strike. Ikenna is calculating and observant. His sharp gaze notices many things but he keeps silent, waiting until the right moment to use whatever detail or information he’s gathered. Ikenna’s tongue is silver, he can be quite charming when he wants to be. A few honey words whispered and some careful manipulating gives him the ability to leave others eating out of the palm of his hand. He is a skilled actor who can fake emotions. Clearly he deserves a reward.

In his opinion there are little uses for rules, other than to stop him from doing what he wants. Ikenna had never cared for being told what to do. He blatantly challenges authority when he can, pushing them to show their true nature, that they are no better than everyone else. There is no hidden softness beneath his hard exterior. Ikenna isn’t the person to go to if someone needs comforting. His words are often blunt and piercing, cutting deep into old wounds or carving new ones.







likes.


Training, Gossip, Open Markets, Missions, Chess, Dogs, Instigating.







dislikes.


Buzzkills, Demigods, Failed Missions, Peace-makers, Nags,







hobbies.


Causing trouble around campus, picking fights with whoever. Training to improve his fight technique. Creating dishes for the cooking club







skills.


Smooth-talking his way out of trouble. Faking others out with his acting skills. Manipulating people and situations in his favor. Holding his own in a fight.








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 is another fear of his.













F

ile.










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. He’s big, he’s 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.


Ikenna 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.













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bilities.










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: Ikenna 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.







gifts.



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.














H

istory.






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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divine hecate.















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cecilia



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01.

NAME.




Cecilia Montgomery.








02.

nickname.




"Cecil" to close friends.








03.

age.




20 years old.








04.

gender.




Cis female.








05.

sexuality.




Bisexual.








06.

p.o.b.




NYC, USA.








07.

ethnicity.




Caucasian; German.




































  • bewitching.



    holy water cannot help you now; a thousand armies couldn't keep me out. see - i've come to burn your kingdom down.













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venus verticordia.















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vincent




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01.

NAME.




vincent yoanni reyes.








02.

nickname.




"vinny" occassionaly.








03.

age.




21 years old.








04.

gender.




Cis male.








05.

sexuality.




Pansexual.








06.

p.o.b.




havana, cuba.








07.

ethnicity.




afro-latino.




































  • enamorado.



    ella hace todo por seducirme, haciendo lo que ella me pide, y yo voy voy voy!













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son of vesna.















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01.

full name




aleks vogrinec








02.

age




twenty one








03.

sexuality




bisexual








04.

ethnicity




slovenian




































  • sine.



    Oh Icarus!
    for all you have fallen, you still flew -
    and for a moment, the sun knew you too.













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01.

full name




dino kaczkowski








02.

age




twenty








03.

sexuality




bisexual








04.

ethnicity




polish




































  • smrt.



    it was a mistake, to keep this knife in my heart for so long.
    but it is my heart and my knife too.













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Althea Entrata
















# Daughter of Bakunawa; Moon Eater




# Julian Flores










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Am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?





Brenna Twohy
















Demi-God



ALTHEA.







full name

Althea Bernadette Entrata






Child of

Bakunawa, God of the Underworld






age

20 years old






d.o.b.

June 20th






Grade

Sophomore






Dorm

mortem






ethnicity

Bicolano Filipino






sexuality

panromantic demisexual

































Love My Way


The Psychedelic Furs




















01.



visage

















height

Althea reaches 5'8", notably taller than the rest of her family.






weight, build, and skin

weight: 135 lbs, Althea is of average weight. Her diet mainly consisting of Flipino foods and the occasional junk snack.

build: Her build is average, as well. Not too muscular, nor too thin, just in the middle it’s obvious that Althea doesn’t work out as much as her peers. Mainly working on cardio, Althea is a strong runner and swimmer, but isn’t as toned as she’d like to be.

skin: Her skin is on the lighter olive side in comparison to the rest of her family, but only due to being inside most of the time—free of acne, however littered with a few scars here and there from playing outside as a child.






hair.

Thick, dark brown tendrils with a singular strip of white frame her face; bangs just above her eyebrows, hair often kept straight, but still tidy. Seen with a hair tie around her wrist, Althea has the habit of tying her hair up whenever she is deep in thought or about to eat. It’s rare that her hair isn’t dark brown, but when it isn’t, the locks are kept a simple light blonde bleach. Her hair is soft and easy to run her fingers through, although with a few split ends. The product of several at-home haircuts, Althea’s hair is in much need of TLC.






eyes.

Dark brown with a few lighter flecks resembling Tiger’s Eye, her eyes are almond shaped with light bags underneath. There is a scar from childhood, an accident that she openly speaks about given its comical origin. Lashes are dark, thick, but straight and struggle to hold a curl. Though, she tries with mascara.






faceclaim

Julian Aurin Flores























02.



psyche









Hangga't makitid ang kumot, matutong mamaluktot.

If your blanket is short, learn how to bend
. To say Althea is adaptable is an understatement; a clever girl with a knack to make do even with the sight of major inconvenience, the young woman is nowhere near rigid. With her walk throughout life, Althea did what she could with the little she had; a smile plastered on her cheeks, positive demeanors that would leave some with a piqued interest.

She is selfless or, at least, likes to convince herself that she is. There is one thing for certain: that she will put herself in harm's way for those she loves, her friends, family -- people whose emotional connections are strong. A strong personal bond is everything to her and she will live by that. However, under the sunny exterior is an inner war she cannot wait to get out of. She is afraid of the woman she could become: one that could be arrogant, destructive, and greedy just like her father. Everyday seems to be a question of what she can do to tuck away the self-destructive thoughts -- though she is yet to receive a proper answer.

Some could describe her as a homebody, a young woman who's hidden herself away for her own comfort -- distraught by her own oncoming waves of destruction. She is more like her father than she thought, and that there, was a feeling that left a pit in her stomach. Althea is in denial, though she may not show it. Her confusion, met with the treacherous thought of being a burden, leaves a heavy toll on her. That of which she tries to cope; this habit, however, has lead to an unfortunate addiction that she feels can never be taken away.

Above all else, Althea is on a journey of self-discovery -- self-understanding.






likes

old books, scented candles, kamayan feasts, horror movies, video games, air conditioning, swimming, karaoke, cooking recipes passed down from her grandmother.






dislikes

overly sweet foods, people who don't shower everyday, invasion of personal space, lack of privacy, waking up early, fireworks, rom coms.







hobbies

running, swimming, reading, trying to make at-home coldbrew (and failing), staying up late to write, search engine deep dives.






clubs

She is a member of the competitive swim team.






quirks

nail-biter, can't sleep unless she's listening to music, never has matching socks, has a tendency to pull all-nighters, scratches index finger when nervous, sticks tip of tongue out when lost in thought, stumbles over her words often.






Skills

multilingual (tagalog, english, bicol, spanish), strong navigator, swordsmanship and archery, strong swimmer, negotiator (not to be confused with social skills).






fears

the dark, small and enclosed spaces, large crowds, dying alone, becoming arrogant and greedy like her father, being the direct cause of disaster.


















03.



history









Born of calamity, the city of Naga flooded by high waters -- the moon shone, and within an instant, darkness. Ravaged already, as if by war, the city, too, sank.

Elsewhere in the city, as lights flicker, a woman births a child -- the daughter of the God, Bakunawa; she tells a tale of betrayal, defeat, lying on the tales of past glory. Of screams, births life, but at what cost? The new world is nothing one could imagine. “Tell me her name,” a voice bellows from above. Althea.

So as told, the child born of chaos and high water, was named Althea.

The daughter of the Moon Eater, creator of the eclipse, the cause of earthquakes, rains, and heavy winds, cursed into the form of a serpent due to his own arrogance and greed. Guardian of the Underworld, a serpent of the sea, feared — such as the destruction he’d brought unto the world.

Althea first reads of the old Filipino deities from books, those her grandmother kept around their altar; though the practice was far from her mother’s, a young Althea kept an eye on it. The idea of Deities from the pre-colonial times intrigued her, as did the rich culture that came from it. A fantasy, initially, but a notable one nonetheless. Pages hang from their spines, covers battered and ripped, yet she keeps them tucked away for safekeeping whenever her grandmother allowed it.

She also read about the moon, the waters, a vast land ripped away from her ancestors’ grasps.

Her mother died. At only 8, Althea was essentially on her own — aside from her grandmother: a woman, although fragile, fought onward. Strength is a recurring theme; some would call it foolish to carry on with the tiresome duty of raising a child, especially one prone to bad luck like Althea — Althea, however, found it brave, her grandmother was the strongest woman in her life. Someone she looked up to and relied on for most of her life. She can still hear her mother’s whimpers at night, accompanied by the sound of gulping water — sick, with no money to pay for hospital bills, she suffers.

Althea watched her deteriorate before her eyes, and from there she took further comfort in the stories of deities, once fiction turned reality. A young woman, strong and ambitious, worked hard so her grandmother did not have to, and yet the woman continued to insist.

Much like her mother, her grandmother had died as well. Loss, devastation, Althea couldn't escape it. What she was once shielded from followed her everywhere she went.






The Vision

Rain was heavy, as were the winds — her only source of light were candles, the region she lived in had been out of power for days now. Above her home, small and dingey, was the eclipse. In another life, Althea would have been afraid; the woman, however, was far from it. What sits before her is her grandmother, a practitioner of babaylan — the altar lit with candles.

A fragment of light no larger than an apple appears in front of her.

— brightness becomes all she can see. The moon, still consumed by darkness, lies above. She feels the cold winds against her body, dampness clinging onto her clothing — Althea is outside. With no reason, no thought, not a clue of how, she stands. What draws her is a voice, one plucking her head upward. Although not physically manifested, she can see him: her father, Bakunawa, a guardian of the Underworld, stands before her.

He glows, unlike the darkness surrounding them.

Are you watching, my child? Your light has been here all along, still flickering — like the heartbeat in your chest.

Althea is frozen, in shock — perhaps even fear. The deity she once read about, the monster that ate the moon, sentenced to life in the underworld by his own greed, was real. And he was beautiful, despite being only the glow stolen from the moonlight itself. She is hesitant, but accepts the information slowly — rerunning the words endlessly as he stood before her.

His time, however, is limited.






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Abilities

















Bakunawa

Some would describe him as merciless, sadistic, and cruel; a God to the Bicolanos, but a demon feared by Visayans and Tagalog people. Turned into a sea serpent by Bathala due to his own actions, the consumption of the seven suns, Bakunawa is the current guardian of the Underworld.






Gift

The Kampilan; A 40 inch sword wielded by the most skilled warriors or people of high status. Carved into the hardwood hilt is an inscription, as well as the head of Bakunawa's serpent form at the end of it.






Powers, strengths, and weaknesses

Enhanced Strength and Athleticism; Althea, although she isn't strong looking, as a heightened advantage when it comes to strength. Much like the Bakunawa, her strength surpasses those of her peers, as does her fluidity. A young woman with increased flexibility, she almost moves serpentine. Skilled with the use of Kampilan, Althea's fighting style mainly surrounds its use -- her hand to hand combat rocky given her own clumsy nature (often tripping over her own feet.)

Her powers near mimic that of her father's, however, it is limited. Over use of these powers will result in a weakened body -- making her more susceptible to injury. (control over earthquakes, rain, heavy winds, and eclipse -- though the power to bring on the eclipse has yet to make an appearance purposefully.)

In touch with her spirituality and babaylan, Althea is a healer -- as well as a bringer of destruction. Once again, the overuse of healing will result in a weakened body; this often manifests in nosebleeds, tremors, seizures, the draining of her energy, and if done to such a degree, she will be out for days -- with no given amount of time when she will wake back up.

Unfortunately, like her father, Althea is drawn to bloodlust; often falling into a mindless rage when in severe distress during battle -- something she needs to control for the betterment of herself and others.




















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Angelo Panganiban
















# Son of Aring Sinukuan; God of War and Death




# Evan Mock










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dossier
Name: Angelo Panganiban
Nickname: Pan, Gelo
age (18 - 24): 23 years old
Gender: cis-male
Sexuality: pan-romantic, asexual
place of birth: Manila, Philippines
race/ethnicity: Filipino-American

visage
Hair: A short buzzcut that grows thick, often dyed colors he enjoys in the moment. There is seldom a dull color on his head as his experimentation is expansive.
Eyes: Dark brown and nothing else, to him they are immemorable, but to others they are void of light.
Height: 6’0” and has stopped growing, a shorter member of the family.
weight:
build: Neither scrawny nor built, Angelo is in the middle.
skin:
body mods: Constantly dyed hair, a few random tattoos that he cannot keep count of, ear piercings.
distinguishing features: Sunken cheekbones and tattoos.
face claim: evan mock.

persona
Personality: Egotistical, confident, witty, intelligent, mischievous, confrontational, self-serving, self-critical, chaotic and disorderly.
likes:
dislikes:
hobbies:
skills:
quirks:
fears:

mythos file
status:
child/descendant of: legacy of aring sinukuan — the god of war and death
Grade: senior
Dorm: legatum
Reputation: a shit talker, a shit stirrer, snake, and many more. Angelo’s reputation is less than savory—his name leaves a bitter taste; never is there a single nice thing to say. That is, if you don’t know him personally. Upon first glance Angelo is the type of man most would think they do not get along with, a man whose gaze is intimidating and demeanor all-too-confident.

abilities
powers: Angelo seems to not have any powers, after his years at mythos they have yet to be uncovered—if there are any at all. In his eyes, he is unextraordinary, but his quick wit and intelligence makes up for that.
gift (a weapon or an item that was gifted to them upon being sorted into their house):
strengths:
weaknesses:

history
where did they have their vision?:
Backstory:

“You will never be the man your father was.”

It is safe to say that his familial relationships are far from strong, now estranged from his father, yet living in his name and legacy; someone who represented strength, power, bravery, and bloodlust is someone that Angelo may never compare to, and that is something that he has come to terms with. Raised in Manila, while living under the umbrella of privilege, his money could only do so much. And while under the watchful eyes of his caretakers, mother and father too busy to take care of him, Angelo always snuck away.

He dreaded it, being home with the constant criticism of who he was not.
 
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Valeria















R

equisite.










name


Valeria Ivanovna Isayeva







Nicknames


Lera, Valera







age


Twenty







date of birth


December 5th, 2001







gender & pronouns


Female, she/her







sexuality


Bisexual







Ethnicity


Ukranian & Serbian







place of birth


Ukraine













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ppearance.










hair


Thick blonde hair frames Valeria’s face, hanging long and perfectly straight. Valeria doesn’t do much with it, often just tying back in a ponytail, but she enjoys a nice braid when she has the chance, and has some old hair accessories passed down from her father’s side of the family she on rare occasions pulls out.







eyes


Valeria’s eyes, almond shaped and dark brown, and framed with thick lashes and a straight brow line, are plenty striking on their own, but more than anything, what makes Valeria’s eyes stand out is the intense rage behind them. She constantly has an intense look about her, always on and firm, as though she’s in the middle of a fight even when completely still, and her eyes transmit that quality.







body/build


An extremely physical woman, Valeria’s strength is clearly shown in her build, defined muscles from years of training and exercise. Valeria stands at about five feet and eight inches, and while not the tallest, still has a considerable presence to her. There’s no doubt by looking at her that she is strong, at least by human standards. Valeria’s rather conscious of her body, always with good posture and a sense of purpose to her movements.







distinguishing features


Although Valeria’s features aren’t flashy or uncommon, the main things about her making her stand out are her muscles and the intensity in her look.







face claim


Carlson Young













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ersona.










personality


Valeria always seems like she has something to prove. And in many ways, she does. A legacy kid at Mythos Academy, she’s come to find out, means always being treated as less than the demigods around her, and Valeria knows she is meant for more, never satisfied with anything given to her. More than anything, Valeria wants to be known, appreciated, be worthy of the name of the god whose divine blood runs through her veins. Besides, although she’s deeply aware of the difference in treatment between legacy kids and demigods and willing to fight against it, Valeria truly loves Mythos Academy. She knows she’s meant to be somewhere where her bloodline is known and trained and is constantly amazed at the Academy’s wonders.

There’s much about the young woman that seems larger than life. An endless supply of energy seems to run through her, as though she always wants to be moving, never content with being where she is. A fast talker, walker, Valeria finds fighting and exercise to be one of her best outlets for the energy in her, the feeling of her knuckles collecting against weight one of the few things that make her believe she is where she wants to be. She’s not very good at following rules, and while Valeria doesn’t go out of her way to break them, often wanting to be seen as a good student, she often gets caught up in the moment, acting on what she things is fair and right and sometimes just more fun and forgetting about what the rules want. She can be loud, often not realizing the presence she takes up in a space.

Valeria can be very aggressive, a war god’s righteous fury sparking in her. She’s quick to anger, although often seeming like that’s only because she’s looking for something to start a fight over, and she tends towards violence as problem resolution above anything else. Valeria’s very aware of her physicality, knowing it’s her largest strength, though since coming to the Academy she’s had to face that she no longer is stronger than those around her and can’t simply fight her way out of situations against those with true powers. But more than that, Valeria’s never short on reasons to be angry. Her past, her parents, her status as a legacy and the treatment from that, the resentment of being only what she is gives her a never ending supply of fuel, set into her frown and deep in her eyes.

Despite being easy to set off, for as long as she hasn’t gotten sparked off, Valeria’s not unpleasant to be around. She wants connection, allies in a space where ones are desperately needed, and has the energy to deal with people and crowds with almost no limitation. Valeria’s open for including others in her antics and sticking by at least the other legacy kids, and she can’t quite get rid of the desperate want to impress the demigods as well.







likes


fistfights, boxing, the outdoors, rainy weather, perogies, loud music, sunrises







dislikes


being ignored or underestimated, having to be in place too long, most demigods, laziness, sugary foods or smells







hobbies


boxing, jogging, cloud watching, sketching







skills


hand-to-hand combat, quick thinking in stressful situations and improvisation







quirks


pacing, reflexive shoulder rolls, fiddling with the stones she keeps







fears


Valeria’s largest fear is not living up to her own expectations and being worthy of her possession. In addition, she’s mildly claustrophobic, and a large part of the reason she doesn’t hold many close relationships is the fear of losing those close to her.













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status


Legacy







descendant of


Perun, god of thunder, lightning, and war







grade


Sophomore







dorm


Legatum







reputation


Due to being a legacy, Valeria’s not in the center of the Academy’s gossip or attention, but if she’s noticed, it’s usually for aggressive outbursts or due to starting a fight. She’s known for being angry or resentful, but also has gotten noticed for standing up for quieter legacy students against the comments of more powerful demigods.







powers


As a legacy, Valeria doesn’t have the flashy, magical powers of the demigods attending the school. However, Perun’s bloodline grants her enhanced speed and reflexes, and gives her what she would describe as a knack for fighting. She also seems to get static electricity and give shocks when touched much more often than others.







Gifts


Valeria has a staff that once belonged to her mother. It’s made of metal, with a pale gold color of the main rod and silver lightning-like designs wrapped around it. It makes for an excellent conductor, though Valeria’s lack of her mother’s electricity summoning makes this quality less applicable in combat. In addition, Perun granted her two thunderbolt stones: one as a ward against disease and evil magic, and one allowing her to summon small bursts of wind, letting her briefly propel herself into the air with a burst of speed.







strengths


Although she lacks formal training, practicing on her own at home, Valeria is highly adept in combat, and her mix-match style of fighting often lends itself a strength. Valeria has a lot of physical strength as well as fast reflexes and motion.







weaknesses


Valeria’s strength and speed might seem enhanced when compared to even accomplished humans, but, when compared to the demigods, it no longer stands out. She’s easier to hurt, more human-like than many of them, and lacks any of their superpowers. Valeria's pride and self confidence, on top of a relative lack of self preservation instict, makes this problem even larger. In addition, although she is capable in a fight, Valeria rushes into things without thinking them through, leaving her at a disadvantage against opponents who are able to plan and take advantage of her impulse.













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Background


Ekaterina was a daughter of Perun. That was, at least, the fast way of saying it. A demigoddess, standing tall and proud, electricity crackling around her fingertips, the ability to bring thunder down to earth, strike down any enemies in her path. The air around her would bend to her will. Ekaterina was an exemplar of Mythos Academy students, the type of strength many there could only aspire to.

Ekaterina hated it. The blood running within her told her to pick up her weapons, enter any fight she comes across, lead those around her. She couldn’t quite resist the motions, though all they built within her was resentment.

After six years at Mythos Academy, Ekaterina left and never once looked back. Her teachers, surely, considered it a bit of a mystery, why their top student wouldn’t stay in Fortis, assist on missions, fulfill her role and destiny, but Ekaterina didn’t give them as much as a goodbye.

She went first back to her homeland, the place she was plucked from to attend the Academy. Things had changed, of course, and the beauty and richness of Mythos gave an unavoidable sense of disillusionment. And, as she knew would happen, the monsters came. Not in the full strength of those looking for fresh, newly discovered demigod blood, but they came nonetheless, a nuisance reminding her she couldn’t escape the past.

Still, Ekaterina tried. She fell in love. Had a child. Moved with her new family to America, the so-called land of opportunity. She knew there was a chance young Valeria would be called upon as a legacy, but there too was a chance her blood was too diluted, and she’d be able to live out a normal life. Ekaterina never spoke of her heritage.

Valeria knew her mother was hiding something from her, in the way that children guess at events they have no right to. She knew how her mother avoided certain stories from old books of legends, noticed the few occasions her mother would leave suddenly and come back tired or sometimes even bloodied and brush it off as a joke. They moved often, never in a place for quite too long.

Valeria would start fights with kids at school as early as kindergarten. Her mother seemed more scared than angry. She was reprimanded strongly, of course, but Valeria couldn’t quite understand why. In her mind, she never chose to fight out of nowhere, the other kid did something to deserve it, or there was something else telling her to do so. Ekaterina refused to allow her daughter martial arts lessons, so Valeria figured it out on her own time, setting up YouTube videos in her room to practice with from all sorts of styles, attending recreation center gyms whenever she could, building up strength and skill. Valeria never felt as good as when attacking a boxing bag. She was a boxer in her daydreams.

When Valeria was thirteen, her parents were out on a walk. She was grounded for getting into trouble at school again, and was busy fuming at home over it. Except that day, they didn’t come home after an hour or two as expected, and the sun set into the ground and stars appeared overhead and Valeria’s parents still weren’t home. Barely yet a teenager, Valeria knew how to do nothing but wait.

Her mother came home, alone, at three in the morning. Valeria was asleep by then, taking up the living room couch. Ekaterina washed the blood off her face and waited until morning to wake her daughter and inform her they had to leave. She refused to tell Valeria what had become of her father, never speaking of him beyond that an accident had occurred. Valeria never trusted her mother again after that, but she did what she was told, packed up, and got ready for another move.

In many ways, everything was irreparably different. In many others, it stayed the exact same. Valeria only got more reckless, more prone to outbursts. Ekaterina’s illusion of an ordinary life had shattered, leaving her less and less able to parent her daughter. The storm was brewing, though it took until Valeria turned eighteen for lightning to strike.







Vision


The day before Valeria turned eighteen, the sky crackled with thunder and lightning. She was outside, on a run; her mother had told her to mind the storm, stay inside that day, but Valeria hadn’t listened. The rain streaked down her hair, her cheeks, and Valeria saw a bolt of lightning strike down in front of her, and everything went black.

Valeria was flying. Perhaps floating, carried by the weight of the clouds, the electricity crackling under her. She could feel the world underneath her, tiny from the height, her above it all. It felt like power. Like everything Valeria had always known she’d wanted, always known she was meant for.

A face formed out of the storm clouds ahead of her. A man, but more than that, beared, his head larger than the entirety of her. Valeria was told all the things that were kept hidden from her, was told that she was strong, too, and it was time to go train it. Everything clicked into place. Every urge for combat she’d felt, every rainy day. Her father’s death. Before she had the chance to talk, ask for more, Valeria was on the ground again, her clothes singed and smelling of ozone.

Valeria ran home, and got into the largest fight with her mother she’d likely ever had, demanding to know why she wasn’t told, how her mother could have allowed things to happen the way they did. She was begged to ignore it, to stay, that Ekaterina could take care of monsters the way she always did, that they could still be normal. Amidst a good amount of screaming from both sides, Valeria tried to leave, and her mother summoned lightning from her fingers, zapping shut the door, the bolt barely an inch away from striking Valeria.

She left the house without another word, her mother throwing her belongings out after her. No goodbyes. No looking back. Valeria spent her eighteenth birthday alone, took the trip to Mythos Academy alone. It was only upon her arrival that she found her mother had included her old staff among Valeria’s items.













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    * n.name(s)
    Juniper Bell "No nicknames, just Juniper. Except for Terran. He can call me Juni."
    * d.o.b.
    January 30th
    * p.o.b.
    London, England
    * age
    20
    * ethnicity
    spanish/greek







    #NonBinary




    #Aquarius




    #Pansexual




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    * face claim
    Sita Abellán
    * height
    5'8"
    * weight
    "Rude."
    * build
    Slender; “Limby”; Most of the time it doesn’t bother Juniper to be in the body they’re in. Most days, the gentle curves of their hips and breasts feel like home, though there are some days where they wish they could disintegrate into goo and wash away with the sewage.
    * style
    The most - Juniper found that by wearing bold fabrics, and eye popping styles, most people will avoid talking to them. Which suits them just fine. Fashion and clothing has always been their favourite way to express themselves. Forget about your problems for a minute - become a piece of walking art. A lot of fashionable eyewear, gloves, bold jackets, accessories. Most of which have been thrifted, found, or “borrowed” along Juniper’s travels.
    * hair
    Changes frequently; Usually chopped in a blunt bob with bangs; Colour varies but usually dyed a bright, unconventional colour. Juniper’s favourite hair colour is blue right now.
    * eyes
    Brown; Sleepy; Juniper doesn’t care to make eye contact with you unless they’re being vulnerable with you.


















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    Mylo Lee Garrick
    nicknames
    Lo
    age
    Twenty years old
    date of birth
    December 21st
    gender
    Cis male (he/him)
    sexuality
    Gay
    ethnicity
    Caucasian
    place of birth
    Los Angeles, California
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full name




nina xiaoyue chong








02.

age




twenty-one








03.

gender




cis woman








04.

sexuality




pansexual








05.

ethnicity




chinese-american








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nicknames




none








07.

parent




chang'e




































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    art thou pale for weariness
    of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
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Son of Ryūjin



Johan.







full name

Johan Jun






age

Twenty






Gender

Cisgender Male






Sexuality

Bisexual






Place of Birth

Daegu, South Korea






Ethnicity

Half Korean, Half Japanese

































Save Your Tears


The Weeknd




















01.



visage

















hair

He has jet black hair, which is usually very fluffy, unless it’s grown out significantly – in that case it’s usually completely straight. People mostly spot him with his hair brushed back by his own fingers to get it out of his face. He doesn’t really use much hair product either.






eyes

He has almond shaped, dark brown eyes with puffy under eyes which are accentuated when he smiles.






height

6’2” or 189cm






weight

164lbs or 74kg






build

Johan has an athletic build. He has long arms and legs with a muscular torso, thighs and calves from days spent working with his father in the fields of their farm. His body is toned and defined with veiny arms and hands.






skin

Ivory toned skin with deeper, honey kissed contours from days spent working on his father’s farm (in the small time that they do get sunlight anyway). His skin also flushes very easily, shades ranging from a shy pink to a scarlet red depending on how he’s feeling.






body mods

Johan has two lobe piercings and a tragus piercing. His body is covered in many tattoos (his most prominent being on his neck, chest, and arm).






distinguishing feature

His most distinguishing feature is his tattoos. Every single piece has a meaning and a story.






face claim

Christian Yu























02.



psyche









Johan is generally charismatic, sociable, street-smart, wise-cracking, and highly cunning. He can be sly and mischievous at times but for the most part he is easy-going and more of an extroverted introvert. He has a penchant for tricking others through his charm and friendly demeanour to get what he wants done. He seems unfazed throughout most events, being one of those people you would tell the sky was falling and in turn he would promptly go back to sleep.

Due to his troubled history, Johan grew to be cynical and somewhat apathetic to the feelings of others. He has a negative world view, mostly seeing things through a lens of black and white, either useful to him or not useful to him. Nevertheless, he keeps a positive aura around him, embracing and exploiting the areas in which he had strength. Things like using his intelligence and wits to influence and con people when he was younger.

He also has a great sense of humour, often using witticisms and being a smartass as a coping mechanism when found in a troublesome situation. As a result of his past, Johan grew to be uncaring towards the opinions of other people, no matter how cruel, giving him a sense of strength and independence. In the past, Johan would always try to be something more than he was stereotyped to be. Though, the callousness of the world really broke that down as Johan reached his late teens.

Though he can be uncaring to those around him, Johan is sympathetic towards those who don’t exactly ‘fit in’ like Johan has forced himself to do over the years. It’s one of the things about himself that if he could wish away, he would.

However, even with all of this, Johan can be fearless and protective when it comes to those he cares about. Caring can be a weakness in his eyes, but he does allow himself to be open and vulnerable to those closest to him. Even in when in disputes, arguments or not on talking terms – his laid-back nature makes him a quick forgiver, as his care for others ultimately overrides his occasional bitterness. He isn’t the type to abandon someone and definitely isn’t the type to back down.






likes

Coffee, blueberries, art, water, cats, philosophy and nighttime.






dislikes

Loud people, staying longer than he wants to, being made to work, cantaloupe.






hobbies

Metal working, swimming, fencing, sleeping and photography.






skills

Johan is an experienced swimmer, having made it to national competitions in his youth. He's also a very good fencer and is quick with blades (epee, foil and sabre) as a result of this. Due to his childhood, he's also proficient in the repair, maintenance, driving, and racing of cars, motorcycles, etc. Anything with wheels really.






quirks

Johan is a social smoker and will partake in it if he is offered a cigarette. He raises his left brow when confused about something. He usually has a smug grin on his face if he's proven right about something.






fears

Losing everything.


















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Mythos File









status

Demigod son of the Japanese God Ryūjin; God of The Sea, Dragon King and Bringer of Rain and Thunder.






grade

Sophomore.






dorm

Silva.






reputation

Johan has a reputation of being a bit of a player, not that he realises it. Whenever he gets asked out, he always says yes. Not because of actually wanting to date that person, more or less because he doesn’t care enough to say no. They usually leave him in a week or two after complaining that he isn’t ‘emotionally there’ or ‘paying attention’. He just doesn’t understand why word doesn’t spread. Either way, it’s the reputation he must deal with now. Whether he likes it or not.


















04.



Abilities









powers and abilities

✿ Water Manipulation – Johan can shape, and manipulate water (including some liquids that may contain water). Abilities such as transforming water into from liquid to gas, and solid state, however, once they are in this state, it takes a lot more energy and skill to utilise and use these forms of water. On occasion, his ability has allowed him to manipulate opponents’ limbs, though this still hasn’t been perfected. As of this moment, he can only do small things like making people stop for brief seconds or misfire their weapons. A bonus of his ability is to call on rain, much like his godly parent. Though, he can only call on rain, not command or control it.
✿ Water Weaponry – He can create or wield weaponry with hydrokinetic power (power over water), which grants him a wide variety of water-based abilities. This can usually only be applied to weapons that he created or that he uses, but has on occasion, also managed to imbue other weapons that weren’t his with hydrokinetic capabilities. The power of the weapons depends on what they were created for or what level of water-based ability they possess.






gift

✿ Tempest – A sabre gifted by his father. Tempests’ ability lies in the manipulation of water. Being hit with it is reminiscent of being hit by crashing waves, as water constantly flows from it and the surrounding area. The sabres’ tip is constantly flowing with water with every arc and slash, and each crushing blow creates large waves. Pointing the blade out, boils any form of water which comes close to it, including ice, and deflects it around him. Tempest can also condense large amounts of water around the blade before firing it as a blast. He can fire multiple blasts in rapid succession with relative ease, though it does have an eventual limit.
✿ Permafrost – A shuriken made of an unbreakable ice. The shuriken can be used a whole or each individual blade can detach from the body of the shuriken and can be sent into different directions. Though not the strongest weapon, when used tactfully and precisely, Permafrost is a great tool when in times of need or quick combat.






strengths

✿ Agile – Johan has learnt to become more agile through the course of his time at Mythos. Almost like water flowing, Johan has an ability to be quick and light on his feet, most people finding it hard to detect him if he plans for a surprise attack during something like combat. His agility also allows him to avoid combat wherever possible and avoid attacks, being able to get out of the way for more slower or spur of the movement attacks. However, there are also times where he can quickly get caught out.
✿ Strategic – Being more observant has allowed Johan to become strategic when fighting people. Things like tactical considerations, sizing up his mark and the operational plans. It allows him to consider different plans as the techniques he applies can differ. Employing different methodologies to place him in a favourable situation to exploit the techniques. Granted, this is easier done when there is time to think things through rather than having to act on his feet.






weaknesses

✿ A weakness in Johan’s use of water manipulation is that it is environmental dependant. Though there will never be an area completely depleted of water, choosing drier terrain would make accessing Johan’s ability a lot more difficult. A simple move that would normally take him a few seconds under normal conditions, may end up taking a whole minute – which in battle timing is extremely detrimental to a fight. He is unable to create water, being limited to manipulating only from already existing sources. Direct opponents to his ability could be lightning or fire manipulators.
✿ Another limitation of Johan’s ability is his restrictions in knowledge and reluctance to truly dwell into all that water manipulation has to offer. Distance, mass, precision, etc. depend upon of the knowledge, skill, and strength and his power's natural limits. As a demigod, this is much more restricted in comparison to his godly parent. There are also certain aspects of water manipulation that Johan views as truly evil, like exercising control over someone’s body completely. Though sometimes it is a bit difficult to ignore a darker voice nagging in your head.


















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Vision

With his seatbelt still securely fastened and his car rapidly submerging deeper and deeper into the water, Johan truly thought he was going to die. He remembers drifting off into a peaceful darkness, only to be met with probably the most terrifying sight an eighteen-year-old would ever see. A dragon, scales, and all, coming towards him – as if to kill him. The dragon told him that it wasn’t his time yet, and he still had much to do.

The next thing he remembers was waking up on the shoreline, coughing up water with a crowd of people around him. One of which was sure that he thought Johan had died. Visiting the ER and going home was all too much of a blur – a part of him thought it was a dream. Until a neatly packaged gift box arrived at his apartment, containing both tempest and permafrost.

With an invitation to Mythos.






Backstory

Johan doesn’t really remember much about his infancy outside of the details that his parents told him. He was born in Daegu, South Korea. The identity of his birth mother wasn’t really known – though many people suspected that Johan was given up for adoption due to his father likely being of Japanese origin, which would have brought great shame upon his mother and her family due to anti-Japanese sentiment in Korea at the time.

The orphanage told the story as follows: a woman came with her infant son, intending to leave with a sibling for him but instead, ended up abandoning her own child at the very orphanage she made up her fake story for. Johan was around six months at that point. Nothing was left to identify him, no name, no birth certificate – nothing.

So, in turn, the orphanage had to make up a name for him – Hyo-Seong as his temporary first name and Jun as his surname (the same surname all the children at the orphanage were given).

And in what seemed like a few weeks, Johan was adopted by a couple from the Netherlands. Again, Johan obviously doesn’t really know what their exact reasons for adopting him specifically was, but he knew they were struggling with infertility. And after years of trying, they’d finally given up. The De Boer’s were a good and honest couple. They owned a farm and lived more of a country life. Growing up, Johan would often help wherever he could and however he could. This was never a problem for him.

Though in his own life, his relationship with school turned for the worst. A gifted and talented student, Johan excelled at sports and had a certain wit to him that a lot of people found charming. Still, this was severely overshadowed by the relentless teasing and bullying he would have to face. Things about different aspects of his life. How his parents were farmers, how he was adopted, the strange little accent he spoke with and most of all – the awful racism. Looking back, Johan is certain that a lot of them were basically regurgitating what their parents were saying about him.

Slowly Johan started to get into fights with other students, sometimes even staff, as his once feelings of sadness turned into anger and resentment. His grades plummeted and he was threatened to be kicked off his school’s sports teams if he didn’t shape up (he knew these were empty threats though, a lot of his teams did depend on him). The culmination of Johan’s acting out and the stress turned him to a life of petty crime.

Conning, pickpocketing, stealing – he wasn’t above doing anything. There was no job beneath him and no job above him.

The stress of daily life ultimately ensued in the De Boer’s getting divorced. There were a lot of hurt feelings, a lot of anger and resentment towards the other party. This was something Johan ultimately blamed himself for, and without word – at the age of seventeen, Johan ran away from home. Never to be seen by his parents again. He moved to Rotterdam and continued his life of petty crimes to help him get by.

It was at a particularly dangerous job in Scheveningen, Den Haag, where Johan’s vehicle submerged into water, when Johan had his vision.


















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mbti

ENTP.






Star Sign

Scorpio.






Pets

A black cat named Noctis.




















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Daughter of Eris



Marisol.







full name

Marisol Reyes






nicknames

Sol






age

Nineteen






Gender

Cisgender Female






Sexuality

Bicurious






Place of Birth

London, England






Ethnicity

Half Filipino, Half Greek

































Queen of Disaster


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01.



visage

















hair

She has really dark brown hair, but she usually chooses to incorporate lighter brown highlights for a brighter look. Her hair is styled in a blown-out type look, though she is also known to leave it in its natural state which is on the wavier side.






eyes

Round, open, light brown doe eyes with flecks of green and a deeper brown limbal ring.






height

5'3" or 161cm






weight

110lbs or 50kg






build

Marisol is definitely more on the petite side. She has a slim physique with a small frame and soft corners to her body. Though, over the years she has built up a lot of muscle on her calves and thighs from swimming and hiking.






skin

Sun-kissed skin with freckles covering most of the centre of her face. She is a warm, medium tone in the centre of her face and most of her body with the contours of her face and body being a deep bronze.






body mods

Standard earlobe piercings.






distinguishing feature

Her freckles, they're not perfect and they're dense on her skin - but it she's grown to love them overtime.






face claim

Christina Nadin.























02.



psyche









Marisol is shy and meek, causing a lot of people to not know what she is truly like. Though intelligent and somewhat wise beyond her years, she’s humble about these aspects of her character. Whenever she hears someone say something incorrect, she would correct them in her head then out loud – not wanting to cause conflict, the exact opposite of her godly parent. She is a pacifist and usually does whatever it takes to avoid serious combat or quarrel, even if is at the expense of her own reputation.

She’s known to be caring, even if she has a hard time conveying it due to her shyness. A lot of the time, her shyness is taken as apathy and her caring nature is sometimes seen as disingenuous. Being a daughter of the goddess of discord has made her the target of a lot of prejudice by many other demigods and legacies. Every one of them cautious of her motivations and whether they’re being influenced by her.

She has a strong sense of personal integrity. She is creative and dedicated and possesses a talent for helping others with different solutions to challenges they may be facing (very ironic as she cannot solve her own issues for the life of her).

She has an innate ability to detect people’s emotions and motivations, having both a great sense of empathy. She can often find out how someone else is feeling before that person tells her themselves. This can often be a slippery slope as having a high sense of empathy causes her to feel sad and hurt, just like someone she is trying to comfort.

She trusts her insights about others and has strong faith in her ability to read people. It’s something she’s had to gain from ultimately being a bit isolated. She is also reserved, being private and selective about sharing intimate thoughts and feelings.






likes

Flowers, warm weather, stars, dancing, sweet tea, hot chocolate and poetry.






dislikes

Confrontation, mushrooms, liars and icy weather.






hobbies

Painting, writing, swimming, baking, hiking and archery.






skills

Marisol is an experienced swimmer and archer. Though her archery is getting worse due to struggles with her eyesight. She is also really good at puzzle solving.






quirks

Scrunches her nose when she doesn't like something, even if she says she likes it out loud. Gets lost in her own thoughts which causes her to space out often.






fears

Heights, darkness and becoming blind.


















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Mythos File









status

Demigod daughter of the Greek Goddess Eris; Goddess of chaos, strife and discord.






grade

Sophomore.






dorm

Viribus.






reputation

Marisol has a reputation of being a bit of a klutz, always managing to trip over her own two feet. If you're in a group project and Marisol is in your team - something is bound to go wrong (that's why no one ever picks her). To make up for her lack in physical prowess, she is known to be very intelligent.


















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Abilities









powers and abilities

✿ Chaos Manipulation – With chaos being a force in the universe, Marisol’s ability allows her to manipulate and shape the force/energy to help her achieve her goals. This can allow her to influence the probability or likeliness of something happening or not happening (though she’s only ever used this on a very small scale, anything large would require weeks to prepare for). She can also affect reality on small scales, adding chaos into a system allows for more unexpected instances to occur, effectively destabilising her opponent and battlefield – whether this works in her favour or not is up for debate.
✿ Chaos Attacks – Since most things in the world are ordered, Marisol can create channel chaos as a force to attack, but only on a small scale. She can release waves, spirals, rings, and bursts of energy and use them to damage, push, or bind people. An example would be Marisol using chaos energy as a repellent (sending the energy towards her target, in turn the energy would blast most ordered things away as a repellent).






gift

✿ The Jabberwock - A staff gifted by her mother, though it seems more like a curse than a gift. Just as Eris turned the tide of the trojan war, she gifted a staff with the ability to alter the course of battle. The Jabberwock is a mysterious staff that casts random spells ranging in effect from hurting a target through fire, lightning and frost, to the transformation of a target (either turning them into something like a crab or if she was particularly unlucky - a giant), or the disempowerment or empowerment of the target. The Jabberwock works without bias.
✿ Discordia - A dagger with strange green and red indiscernible writing covering it. On its own and when used lightly, Discordia has no effect other than serving as a common dagger, which is all Marisol uses it as. Discordia was known to cast illusions to plague the mind of the person hit by it. Marisol knows that the dagger has an effect, but she can't figure out how to activate it for the life of her.






strengths

✿ Perceptive - Marisol’s main ability is chaos, so she needs to be able to find the smaller, more precise details to exploit and add chaos to. Doing this really allows her ability to shine, and so it’s what she’s best at. She can find specific points in a working system and exploit it to her advantage, often creating a domino effect as an aftershock to the point in which she added chaos to. Her ability to do this really varies though, depending on how ordered vs how chaotic her surroundings are. She’s more likely to disrupt a planned ambush than a spur of the moment fight.
✿ Quick Thinking - Marisol is very quick to come up with original techniques and ideas to overcome a problem. When she observes something, multiple ideas usually pop into her head – and using something she calls her ‘minds library’ she can often sort through these very quickly to find the best possible way for her to proceed from that point of confliction.






weaknesses

✿ Chaos can be detrimental to Marisol if not used properly or if it’s used for long periods at a time. Marisol can often experience many different things due to side effects associated with the force. It’s things such as succumbing to chaos and the forces associated with it – this causes an affliction known as Oneirophrenia. A state of being where Marisol cannot differentiate reality, illusions, and dreams. It’s almost as if she were to be going crazy or mad with chaos. It's already gotten to a point where she occasionally forgets who people are.
✿ Another limitation is the very disintegration of Marisols eyesight. Intense bursts of chaos or using with chaos as a force often takes great concentration and finer tuning with her eyes to be able to see the force. As a result, every time she manipulates chaos, her eyesight becomes a little blearier every time. With one such instance causing her temporary blindness. The ending? She may become fully blind.


















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Vision

Whilst submerged in complete darkness after falling hole, Eris approached her with the Jabberwock and Discordia in her hands. With her presence both everywhere and no where she told Marisol the truth. "I am a part of you. I am a shadow in your subconscious, a blemish on your fragile psyche. You know me. You just don't know it." Soon came the revelation, that this was her mother. And what started as tripping and falling ended in Marisol waking up covered in sweat and panting. She turned to her nightstand to get a glass of water, only to see the Jabberwock and Discordia in its place.






Backstory

Marisol was born in London, England (at least, that was what she was told). Truth be told, she wasn’t well versed what happened when she was born. All she remembers was her father telling her that her mother passed away – some type of complication during childbirth. She never pondered on it too much anyway. Sure, some kids were… well, kids. They were mean in their relentless bullying. She remembers numerous incidents during primary school where kids would go out of their way to tell her that she was an orphan, unwanted or make up some type of rumour or lie about how her mother passed. In the end, it was just kids being kids. Nothing she could control, nothing she could do. She did often get upset about it, but she never had any angry feelings towards the other kids. Not until she entered high school anyway.

Like clockwork, rumours spread around about Marisol when she first entered high school. The usual like being an orphan or some grand conspiracy about how she caused her mother’s death. She never paid any mind to it, but she remembers a dark and wicked anger bubbling inside her. And though she didn’t realise, it manifested itself in one too many “accidents” involving her bullies. One such incident was after being horrendously bullied by an older kid. She didn’t remember much about the incident. Just being in the cafeteria, seeing the bully and wishing that her bully would get her dues – feel like how she mad Marisol feel. No one expected the loud cracking sound as the bully tripped over something seemingly invisible, and in turn, breaking her leg.

After that the ability kind of went out of her control as she didn’t know how to use it. Things like accidently causing a fire with a Bunsen burner, slamming her locker shut onto someone’s hand, etc. Everyone at this point was too scared to even be around Marisol, let alone bully her. By the time she was sixteen she was already a social pariah. Only very few would get the nerve to go up and talk to Marisol. Everyone else was either too scared or didn’t want to be associated with her. And she had friends, many of which came and went, they were never really a constant in her life.

Ultimately her life was a blur of her just wishing that school would be over already and that she could move on with her life. Go into work and do something productive. She wouldn’t have even minded to becoming a hermit in the woods if that was what it took to be away from all the harshness that life brought her. But in the end, all the suffering and hardship culminated into something else entirely.

Whilst hiking, she fell into what she thought was a hole in the ground, until she kept falling and falling away into a deep dark, abyss. Terrified and alone, all she could hear echoes after she called. It was there that she started to feel something creep up on her. Cold and calculating, out stepped Eris – Jabberwock and Discordia in hand.


















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mbti

INFJ.






star sign

Taurus.






pets

A cat called Marmalade.




















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    jaime
    full name
    jaime madden
    age
    eighteen
    gender
    male
    sexuality
    pansexual
    ethnicity
    american
    place of birth
    supposedly somewhere in america
    son of ATË — goddess of ruin
    status.
    demigod. son of atë, greek goddess of ruin and mischief

    grade.
    freshman

    dorm.
    mortem

    reputation.
    he has a well-connected circle. there are even a few that you might not be expecting to be on that list. he’s fairly well-known to be a bridge connecting people to one another as he’s always around helping someone. although at the same time, he has also an infamous reputation to be quite an unlucky charm even just by hanging out with him.

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Hatred.



The Score












demi-god.















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full name


oberon hellebore mercuralis







nickname(s)


jackass







AGE


24 years old







GENDER


non-binary; they/them + he/him







SEXUALITY


homosexual.










P.O.B


Valparaíso, Chile.










ETHNICITY


Chilean.














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summary.



hair: short, straggly black hair. it often looks like their hair is constantly wet but that’s just how it normally looks, probably from the type of hair product that they use.
eyes: dark brown, almost black. often seen as cold bricks of coal, but they are also filled with an indescribable sadness.
height: 6’5
weight: slightly underweight
build: lean and with some muscle definition, but they aren’t the largest person out there.
skin: a light caramel brown, their skin easily gets darker in the sunlight no matter how long they stand in it.
body mods: several ear piercings, all of which are silver. has a few piercings that you don’t see; belly button, nipples and one down below.
distinguishing features: a symbol of their godly parent is carved in the meaty part of their thigh, a result from their mothers drunken rage when they were sixteen years old.
face claim: pedro pascal













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summary.



— oberon is a crude, rude loner that would rather slit his own wrists then let himself appear soft
— he is the product of his environment, which only created a monster in the form of a depressed jackass
— crass, blunt and word oberon isn’t for everyone and he prefers it that way
— fair warning he will get character development and become a very sweet guy (but still is rough around the edges)
— hangs around the wrong crowd, but sticks out like a sore thumb; his little groups ‘leader’ if that makes any sense but hates that he is
— can be a bit of a pervert, but not in a creepy way; the one good trait they have is that they will curb stomp anyone making a girl uncomfortable
— a terrifying person, when someone makes them angry it’s like they turn into a beast
— commitment issues
— they bottle up all of their emotions before they explode, releasing everything all at once and starting all over again.
— easily irritated, can and will snap at the smallest things
— if oberon likes you and is somehow your friend, he definitely has his own way of saying that he cares.
— isn’t very affectionate as they do not know how to show it, so will do odd things for you in order to show they care.
— scruffy, feral street dog that if you gain it’s trust will bring you food and scare away other dogs
— doesn’t show it, but is extremely lonely and sometimes wishes that he has more loyal friends but never expresses that.

headcanons:
— very much would like oberon to have that one (or two) people that he values above himself and is willing to kill for them (i’m a sucker for that kind of thing)
— **TW for ED** recovering from ARFID, otherwise known as Avoidant-restrictive food intake disorder. for him he would restrict certain colors of food, as growing up their dad gave them spoiled food as a ‘reward’ sometimes
— so any food that was given to them that he could tell the color of, his brain now makes him think it’s spoiled and cannot eat it. doesn’t matter the food, if it’s a certain color he won’t touch it.
— as of right now, can only eat blue and yellow foods
— as a lisp, sounds kinda like a snake in that regard
— physical touch scares them, very uncomfortable (unless they need to punch someone in the face, that’s the only time that fear is pushed in the back of their mind)
— has a limp, more noticeable if they ask for long periods of time
— learned how to use plants and flowers to heal at a young age
— pescatarian
— if he had to be honest, he hated having to grow up so soon; but he wouldn’t say he regretted it either
— definitely has a streak of powerful authority; got it from their step dad
— it’s not as cruel as their stepdad but it definitely strike fear









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status.


demi-god. son of aesculapius, the god of health and medicine.







grade.


senior.







dorm.


tbd.







reputation.


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vision.


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bilities.










powers.



I’LL HEAL YOU WITH THE GRACE OF MY HAND: was gifted with the knowledge of healing others and himself, whether is be through traditional or herbalists methods. with the power of his hands, he is able to keep people from the brick of death; but they still need time to heal. while he can save a life and stop their bleeding— they will need bed rest and allow their body to catch up but will be able to heal faster then normal.
SCREAMS OF A THOUSAND MEN: oberon’s second gift that was given to him by his father, he gave it to his child in the hopes of protecting him against his abusive mother and step father. Aesculapius felt regret leaving oberon in the hands of such a terrible woman and never stepping in and helping him, but the gift was mea. oberon is able to produce an ear shattering, blood curdling scream that will cause a person to go deaf. it sounds slightly animalistic but also filled with a bone chilling sadness, in reality it’s truly saddening and terrifying to hear.
COME EAT MY PRETTY LITTLE FLOWERS: is able to use plants and anything that nature provides as a way to heal people, but they actually work. anything that he touches amplifies and he is able to use all of their properties and potential— they become magical in less words. examples of medicinal herbs that he uses can and are not limited too; Chamomile for swelling, feverfew for headaches, goldenseal for upset stomach & skin irritations and so on. is able to grow these types of plants if he has had a sufficient amount of food and liquids, but only in a small batch at a time. also can know what plants can be used and cannot be used by just a glance.
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drawbacks.



— depending on the type of wound and how long someone has had it, oberon cannot heal it or heal it fully. if someone had their heart ripped out, he can’t fix type of thing— he also can’t heal birth defects or illnesses. cannot bring someone back to life after they have already died, can only heal if they are still alive.
— cant heal himself if he causes his own wounds.
— goes feral after using their scream, it takes control of all of their negative emotions and just overstimulates them. oberon will turn on his friends if they get to close, the best is to leave them be and allow their emotions to settle. if oberon overuses the scream, their vocal cords will stretch and rip apart from the sheer force it has. their healing powers will not be able to heal the damage and will no longer be able to speak or scream.
— can’t grow a large amount of plants and herbs at once, can only do a small patch and he is required to have a break between castings. if not then he will become weak and fatigue, more then likely will throw up by over doing it. ever time he casts this ‘spell’ it takes a little piece of his energy and nutrients because in order to grow plants they need nutrition and sunlight; so that’s the next best thing.
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Age:20
Species:demigod (son of Athena.)
Canon:OC
Description:looks like hiro Nakamura.
Skills:scientific mind, genre savvy, brilliant inventor and great at coming up with insults.
Personality:frank is a vain egotistical manchild of a mad scientist who is a jerk to those he considers beneath him. He is very theatrical and dorky and has read a lot of comic books and he is very calculating. His intelligence is only restricted by his vanity and his childish whims.
 
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full name




abril sofia sanchez








02.

age




eighteen








03.

gender




cis woman








04.

sexuality




pansexual








05.

ethnicity




afro-cuban








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ab, abby








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  • rebirth.



    april this year, not otherwise
    than april of a year ago,
    is full of whispers, full of sighs,
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demi-god.















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FULL NAME


Izil bin Tahar.







NICKNAME(S)


ziri







AGE


twenty.







GENDER


cis-male.







SEXUALITY


queer.








P.O.B


chefchaouen, morocco.








ETHNICITY


riffian amazigh.













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ppearance.










summary.



standing at 5’10, ziri is quite lean. but appearances are deceiving – in lieu of his flippancy, he’s actually somewhat sturdy. his forearms and legs are toned and defined, what we call a “swimmer’s body”; hitting his calves might even hurt a bit. he is not athletic on purpose, but his body reflects just how much of an active lifestyle he leads. he sports a natural tan that gets much darker if he spends too much time under the sun. he has many moles all around his body, though curiously, he has none on his face.

his hair is curly and a rich shade of dark brown. it’s cut in short layers, and is able to frame his face. it’s quite light and thin, so it is very voluminous as a result (and very annoying to deal with in humid weather). he has hooded, almond shaped eyes of a light browned amber hue. they almost never seem to be completely wide open, and make him look quite sleepy…













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ersonality.










summary.



izlan is, from a glance, a well-put-together lad, debonair and enigmatic, but that is a well-orchestrated act he puts on. it doesn’t take much to find out he is rather rowdy, perhaps even obnoxious to a fault; he is loud and proud, though not necessarily everyone’s cup of tea. strong-willed and brazen, he marches to the beat of his own drum and has a big heart he wears on his sleeves.

indeed, ziri would rather not hide his sentimentality and feelings; he will cry when he is sad, scream when is angry, laugh when he is happy. to add onto that, he has a hard time brushing off any backhanded or rude comments, and he takes criticism personally; not only does he not take kindly to second opinions, but he takes any questioning as an insult to his good judgement. one may expect him to have a rude outburst of his own, but his confidence is fragile, and often relies on how others treat him to decide his own self-worth.

on the flip side, he is a confessed dreamer and often gives in to his whimsical thinking. he barters living in the moment for a life of fantasy he built himself, always hopeful, always fleeing. the shackles of reality by day are heavy for him, unsurprising for a lunar child, and at night is when he is in his element. “he’s moonstruck,” one would say to the other, and they are most definitely right. unyielding still, he chooses to be free and wander.







likes.


silver jewelry, sleeping & taking evening naps, mint sweets & beverages, astrology.







dislikes.


people that take up “too much space”, seafood (he’s allergic), cold weather, dishonesty, apathy.







hobbies.


refining his bladework. creating earrings with flattened coins & working on his beadwork. caring for street cats. birdwatching and nocturnal cloud gazing







skills.


creativity; out-of-the-box thinking. quite handsy when it comes to crafts and art. although he might come off as unreadable, he is able to read people to filth. snarkiness; witty. a skilled swordsmanship.








quirks.


he has a bad habit of daydreaming in the worst possible moments, such as exam revision classes or when it’s time to take notes. he is very forgetful and so will often walk into a room and immediately forget what he was looking for, or forget where he left his phone and other belongings. he plays with his hair when he is fidgety.








fears.


in a world as cold and calculating as ours, ziri fears that he might be misunderstood, or might never find his own people. it does not help that he’s kind of always had a hunch that he was a black sheep among others.













F

ile.










status.


demi-god, son of ayyur, lunar deity of mystery, time, and bodies of water.







grade.


sophomore.







dorm.


stollae.







reputation.


ziri isn’t the easiest person to read – figuring out what’s on his mind is a can of worms, because he himself probably does not know better than you. however, he isn’t unapproachable. far from it ! he’s often the first person people go to in search for second opinions or advice. on the flip side, he is also a renowned airhead. he does not pay attention in class, which leads him to get into very laughable situations whenever a teacher – who knows he wasn’t listening – would call on him.







vision.


when ziri could not sleep – a constant occurence, as he seems to thrive better at nighttime – he would go out in search after snowberry bushes that would always grow around the river bed in the spring. the river, he muses, is always flowing, always changing; you can never step in nor drink the same water twice. transitory.

when he steps in the water, mind elsewhere, the moon guides him. somehow, the mascot of darkness is kind enough to brighten his path. in a mere moment, the moon rises before him, desolate and distant, but a mere few inches from his touch.
tonight, the moon looks full, in its peak of luminescence, and he was looking at him. his father stood tall, terrifying. he remembers being told;

“neither brass nor marble can withstand me. but human life is like the dew at dawn,
a backdrop of constant motion;
the changing appearance of the moon
is the most obvious marker of it.
still, time slows down for no one.
take heed, child.
i trust you will leave a print in the sand.”














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powers.



precognition: ziri can, under certain circumstances, foresee the possible futures and/or have intuition for what may happen. this can manifest either as dreams, visions, or as a warning whenever someone is in danger, therefore ziri can’t exactly control it as it is quite unpredictable. he rarely goes into a trance when his abilities manifest.

retrocognition: he can also discern past events, as long as it concerns him and those around him. this, too, is occasionally spontaneous, though he is better at manipulating it, considering the past is already set in stone. however, this ability is often awkward for him for obvious reasons. not only that, but it is quite invasive, and therefore it is not put to use a lot.

scrying/psychometry: a “sub-branch” of his retrocognitive abilities, he is, by association, able to trace back the history of any object, learn who owned it, what may have caused its wear, detecting any significant messages or visions it might have, etc.







drawbacks.


inexperience; with a set of such admirable abilities, it is frustratingly obvious how helpless ziri is when it comes to actually putting them to good use. truth be told, ziri is uncomfortable of the possibilities his powers bring. ignorance is bliss, and he stands by that.







strengths.



swordsmanship; riffians have always had a reputation for being skilled warriors of the highest calibre; with only guerrilla warfare tactics and bows and arrows, they were able to drive off many colonizing european forces, most notably spain… multiple times. learning swordsmanship and bladework is a deeply rooted tradition in ziri’s family, and his own is quite impressive; there is a dance-like aesthetic that can be observed in izlan’s bladework, along with an elegant rhythm that is difficult to describe in words.

craftsmanship: due to his indigenous upbringing. ziri is quite resourceful and creative when it comes to creating and making things yourself; flattened coin earrings, beaded chokers, sewing up your ripped clothes, making dishes out of clay he found from the riverbank, making and painting your own tarot cards from scratch… if there is one thing he can’t do, it’s weaving. he can take care of anything else but that.

intuition: ziri: (touches the ground) something bad happened here







gifts.



nimcha sword: a saif that has been passed down from male relative to another for generations. the sword is made of silver – a ward in itself, as silver keeps off jinns – the blade decorated in both tifinagh and arabic calligraphy, with a handguard made out of a rhino horn. its scabbard is covered in age-worn indigo-dyed silk velvet. the mounts are chiseled from silver inlaid in the champlevé technique with enamels of blue, green, and white.

amulet & coral beaded necklace: silversmiths, for imazighen people, were feared due to the spiritual abilities of their craft. intricately designed, this necklace is made of blue coral and fine silver beads, and from it hangs an amulet box – crafted by sidi ayyur himself – enamelled by turquoise stones. in the amulet there is a spell verse that wards off curses, evil, and hatred (or “the evil eye”). ziri does not wear it much as it is quite heavy, but he keeps it under his pillow as a ward.

zummarah/bone whistle; this, contrary to the necklace, he keeps on his person at all times. an exquisitely crafted bone whistle, he is able to recreate the sound of the crashing ocean waves by simply blowing in it. that is the sole magical characteristic it has, otherwise, this serves for nothing else but self defense; the sound of waves is an excellent means of confusing and disturbing the judgement of the enemy.














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ziri’s mother, zahra, was a religiously devout and daunting woman of high social standing in the village she grew up in. her family, or rather her father, took care of the village’s finances and politics, and the name bin tahar was always mentioned with great esteem. it was obvious she was destined for something bigger than this agricultural, desolate corner of the riff mountains.
still unmarried, time pressed. with that in mind, her father hired a new imam for the newly built masjid in the douar. fair haired, tall and brooding, they were the perfect match – everything seemed to be in order, until, under the pretext that he’s expected in the other side of the country, he left to never be seen again.

the eldest out of the kids in the village, ziri was often busy looking after everyone, including his mother. for this reason, ziri grew to favour family and traditions from a very young age. although this role is mostly reserved for elders, he took the freedom to retell their tribe’s myths and introduce their deities to the small children who looked up to him. it is no secret that his family was very proud of him; he could read and write, recite their holy book, had impeccable manners, and mastered the art of the blade. what else could they ask for ?
his mother, believing he deserved better than the modest countryside life, decided to move them to the nearest metropolis; chefchaouen, the blue pearl of morocco. he was able to get a more official education in the city, though he missed his village very terribly. it didn’t take him long before he became a “fixer” for his neighborhood; he would bargain and barter for his neighbors, refer people to others whenever connections are needed, and so on.
however, as he grew up, his mother soon became disillusioned. he had no choice but to bring her back to their village, where others would look after her when he couldn’t. for others, she would spout nonsense, though after he had gotten his vision a week after his eighteenth birthday, everything seemed to make sense. he later realized it was him who had imagined his mother spouting nonsense, as everything he thought she said once, she was repeating herself again, a weird, terrifying version of having a déjà vu – and it was then that he decided to, for once, listen to his father’s words and find a way to reach mythos.











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Height: 6'0
Weight: average
Build: lanky and long, some what an athletic build
Hair color: brown
Eye color: baby blue, but one eye is horribly scared and the color of it is now completely white due to blindness.
Distinguishing feature: sharp cheek bones, blind eye, the cursive D branded on the back of his hand.
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  • Name: Aragon Dimitrescu
    Nickname(s): dragon, demmy, tiramisu, scaredy-cat
    Age: 22
    Gender: cisgender male
    Sexuality: greysexual + biromantic
    Place of Birth:PLACE, france
    Race/Ethnicity: french









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