Realistic or Modern 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 — 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

[erzulie]

the calling.

DOSSIER
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age (18 - 24):
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VISAGE (this doesn’t have to be super detailed. Be it a list or a paragraph, either is fine)
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height:
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PERSONA (those marked with * are optional)
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MYTHOS FILE
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grade:
dorm:
reputation:
vision:

ABILITIES
powers:
gift (a weapon or an item that was gifted to them upon being sorted into their house):
strengths:
weaknesses:

HISTORY
backstory:

 

[erzulie]

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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[erzulie]

ophelia dalevan

basics.

“death must be so beautiful. to lie in the soft brown, with the grasses waiving above one’s head, and listen to silence. to have no yesterday and no tomorrow. to forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.”​

full name. ophelia mae dalevan
nicknames. mae
age. 23 years old
gender. cis-female
sexuality. lesbian
place of birth. blowing rock, north carolina
ethnicity. black/roman

visage.

her looks have always been something that she need not draw attention to. she found it odd however, as people gazed at her with suspicious looks in their eyes. her ears could make out the words they believed to be too harsh for a child’s ears. she had her mothers coloring for sure. deep brown skin and big, light brown eyes that were slightly downturned, giving her a certain look of sadness. the rest of her appearance was a thing of mystery. she looked nothing like her father. his skin tanned golden by the sun and eyes of endless, clear sea. no, she was nothing like him or her siblings.

soft luscious curls belonged to neither of her parents. the bouncy, midnight black strands stood out against the various shades of browns that she’d seen all her life. still, she never thought much of it. the naive girl never wondered why she looked the way she did and what her appearance meant. but how could she? after all, she had been taught to not pay too much attention to those differences.

time did nothing to change them as her mother hoped that they would. ophelia grew into a young woman, body made up of lithe muscle from house chores and tending to animals. those differences remained the same. but as secrets slowly unraveled, those brown eyes of hers lost their shine and became quite dull. ophelia became a ghost in her own home, quiet and reserved. she carried herself with a haunting type of grace, her overall appearance a rather sad thing.

persona.

ophelia is a quiet young woman, withdrawn person who prefers to stay to herself. her voice is hardly raised to shout and her temperament is cool, perhaps a little dull in the eyes of others. her emotional responses are oftentimes lacking. people have teased her in the past for this. they compare her to the dead that she sees, calling her frigid and lifeless. ophelia doesn’t take offense to it though and doesn’t view it as a bad thing. it’s been a good way of causing people to keep their distance. her use of blunt honesty leaves others with a bad taste in their mouth. sometimes, perhaps too often, ophelia forgets to take other’s feelings into account before saying something. how can she truly be blamed when she was taught that feelings, especially her own, often come second.

these traits leave people to believe that she is cold, callous even. that she’s this unshakable thing with little to no feelings. the truth is that she has difficulty expressing herself, experience has left her with a bad habit of not acknowledging her feelings. it is quite ironic for someone so blunt to have trouble in this way. ophelia behaves as though she is walking on eggshells, a nervous thing who seems to not want to disturb the world around her. like a tortoise she hides in her shell from danger that she knows is coming.

ophelia is a young woman who spends most of her time with her nose in a book. an overachiever is the perfect label for her. she’s at her happiest when she’s learning, getting lost in whatever research that she’s doing. and sometimes, she sneaks away to indulge in the fantasy books she was often scolded for showing interest in. getting lost in a good book, be it scholarly or for entertainment, is how she tends to cope with the world around her. getting lost in the pages is soothing for her, helps her disconnect from her life.

for all of her faults, there is a side to ophelia that wants to connect with those around her but fears rejection or not being good enough to do so. she is quite fragile and has learned to desensitize herself in a sense. ophelia has truly convinced herself that she’s fine despite being wound so tight. she tries her best to reach out but has found herself lacking in the area. she tries to be helpful in other ways and as a result is often left doing things for people because she doesn’t want to say no. and she has been working on how she speaks to others. when she notices that she’s said something she shouldn’t, she quickly apologizes.

likes. embroidery, late night walks, being helpful, fantasy & historical novels, azaleas, picnics, visiting fortis
dislikes. surprises, being touched suddenly, cigarette smoke, being stared at, fish
hobbies. reading under the sakura trees, pressing flowers, collecting succulents & antique tea sets, diary keeping, knitting
skills. ophelia is crafty and works well with her hands. things from sewing, to patching up minor wounds and such are her specialty. she’s also adept in taking care of animals and plants.
quirks. does not like change and so she’s slow to try new things. always keeps a needle and thread on her. always uses her manners (ex: asking someone how they are and speaking when someone passes.)
fears. a situation arising where she has to leave the island and go back to the farm. being possessed fully and losing her body. every single monster she has to battle.

file.

status. demigoddess; daughter of pluto, roman god of the underworld, wealth, and earth
grade. junior
dorm. mortem
reputation. not much is known about ophelia. around mythos her presence is often looked over. the campus is a large place after all and it’s quite easy for her to get lost in the crowd. her professor recognize her academic talent but believe that she needs to develop a social life in order to truly assimilate to life on the island.
vision.

powers. geokinesis: pluto is the lord of the underworld and chthonic god who ruled over the deep earth and the precious metals and jewels within it. ophelia inherited the ability from her father, having her sway over the earth below. with this ability she is able to manipulate earth, creating constructs and hurling rocks at high speeds. ophelia can also creature fissures in the ground and and generate earthquakes. with raw gems she is able to detect them and bring them to the surface. depending on which type she brings up she can create armor from the materials or even weapons.

necromancy: ophelia is able to communicate and manipulate the dead in a way. the more gruesome aspect of this ability is the fact that she can raise the dead to do her bidding and bind spirits to her body allowing spirits to possess her or use her as an anchor allows for her to communicate with them, have them do task, and give her information.

umbrakinesis: the underworld where darkness reigns and like her father, ophelia holds sway over it. some of her main abilities include shadow travel and concealment, as well as seeing perfectly in the dark and being empowered by it.

drawbacks. geokinesis: ophelia cannot create precious gemstones and metals from nothing. in order to use this ability they must always be present. just like with erosion her earth based attacks are weak against water.

necromancy: dealing with the dead is a tricky and dangerous thing to do, even with the divinity that flows through her veins. ophelia can call up spirits but not all spirits are pleasant. when she allows them to possess her there’s always a risk of a few being unwilling to leave. sometimes she has to bind them to her body for a time and that can be physically draining. dealing with corpses is far easier than dealing with spirits but raising the dead also takes focus, less she has a bunch of corpses running around recklessly.

umbrakinesis: her power is weakened in a place with no shadows. ophelia cannot make darkness out of nothing, instead she needs a source. because of this she uses her own shadow or the shadow of others when darkness isn’t available.

strengths. due to the amount of practice she has put into training her powers, her ability to use them comes easy. She can handle using them for longer periods of times. not the best at strategizing but she is a fast learner and has an impressive memory.

weaknesses. despite all of the training that she’s gone through, ophelia is not a fighter at heart. she’s rather behind when it comes to fighting and relies on her powers for self defense and dealing with monsters. she’s also the type to suffer in silence. due to past experiences ophelia isn’t uncomfortable with asking for help.

gift(s). gladius - a razor sharp gladius that has been blessed by hades himself. the blessing allows the sword to drain life energy with each strike. this blessing is especially effective against monsters.

the serpents - the serpent is a symbol of pluto and thus ophelia has been gifted something pertaining to it. each of her arms are adorned in pure gold in the shape of a serpents with two glittering, black opal eyes. thought beautiful they are in no way harmless. should someone approach her with ill intentions the jewelry comes to life. should the person continue to approach they will strike, if a living thing is struck it will experience extreme nausea while inanimate things turn to various types of gems.

history.

ophelia could remember the first time she realized that she was different. she would always wonder why she looked so different from her siblings, her father. they were all golden waves and sun-kissed skin where ophelia was midnight curls and earth like skin. the first time she had brought attention to it had been her last, as her mother swept her from the room with all the force of a hurricane. her sweet voice did not match the iron grip on little ophelia’s shoulders. it was then that her mother was told to never draw attention to those differences of her, they could be her ruin.

the moment seemed to send her life on a downward spiral. little children have a way of noticing things that other people wouldn’t and hearing things not meant for their ears. ophelia was no different. it didn’t take long for her to notice how much of a spectacle she ones. she could feel eyes on her as she walked through town with her family, she could hear the hushed words from school teachers during nap time and recess. her own father looked at her with suspicion on his eyes. his treatment of her siblings was vastly different from how he treated her.

years flew by for ophelia and with each year she became more ghost-like. she was a mere phantom in her home. there were no complaints from her when chores and farm work were discarded and handed off to her. she said nothing as she began to leave her home less and less. no one was there to see the silent tears slip down her cheeks after coming from school and hearing the vicious rumors concerning her. her own siblings doing nothing to defend her.

her naive little heart fluttered when her father came to her one day, smile gentle and hand stroking her curls in a way he never had. ophelia couldn’t help but comply when he said that she needed to do something for him. she had not known why he had swabbed her mouth but she was happy to do so nevertheless. her heart shattered two days later. her father came to her again, hands fisted in soft curls as he all but tossed her to her mother.

she could only watched as her mother pleaded, not for her daughter but for herself. she spoke of how she had been weak, had made a mistake that she regretted to that very day. ophelia cried freely then, fist gripping and twisting her dress. they came to a solution rather quickly. she would be sent to her maternal grandparents in Hiddenite. Her things were packed and she was left behind like a discarded doll. her nights were filled with sobs, tears stained her pillow.

her grandparents were kind at least, shaking their heads as their daughter dropped off ophelia. they ushered her inside with gentle hands as she called for her mother. it was through them that she learned of what happened. her mother, her church going and saintly mother, had an affair on the very same day that she had gotten engaged. ophelia despaired, acceding that perhaps she didn’t belong after all.

again life went on for ophelia and she lived a rather simple life. she focused on her studies and did as her grandparents asked. for a time life was good. and then something happened. ophelia’s had been foraging when she came upon a cave. as soon as she stepped inside the world went dark. the cave suddenly flowed with all types of gems. in front of her stood a figure that told her of her destiny, that told her that he was her true father. for the first time hate blossomed in her heart.

ophelia tried to resist the call but then the monster attacks began and she had no choice but to follow the map given to her.

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[erzulie]

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 magic often stolen and made “clean”.

drawbacks.
marinette’s blessing -

owl physiology -

the gift -

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.

history.

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[mi casa]

click!

زهراء

won’t you live tonight !

full name

zahra naomi hendrix

nickname.s

she’s not really a nickname person, but her mother and step father do call her sunshine

age

18

d.o.b.

July 23rd

p.o.b.

cairo, egypt

race.

afro-egyptian

gender.

cisgender female (she/hers)

sexuality.

bisexual, biromantic

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  height

  
  

  5’5

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weight

  
  

  130 lbs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair c.

  
  

  dark brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye c.

  
  

  golden brown

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair

  
  
  

  When Zahra was born she came into this world with wild, curly, dark brown hair and it stayed that way up until she was five years old and her mother decided to give her locs. Now her hair reaches past her waist and is often left down unless she decides to style it.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes

  
  
  

  ethereally wide set, upturned eyes that often leave people captivated when they see them. her eyes seem almost unnatural with their deep golden brown color. often left bare but she loves to occasionally add mascara and eyeshadows to make her eyes pop out more.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  build

  
  
  

  Zahra has a slim body with a fuller bust, wider hips, a curvier bottom, and a smaller waist landing her towards an hourglass shape. She isn’t very muscular but her body is toned from years of doing extra curricular activities throughout her life such as volleyball, dancing, etc. Her skin is a warm brown color, often getting darker in the summer months and lightening in the winter months.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  distinguishing features

  
  
  

  Zahra has a mole right above her left eyebrow, two beauty marks under her left eye and a third on the right side of her face next to her lips. She also has bright white, straight teeth, that give her an award winning smile.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Body Mods

  
  
  

  Multiple gold ear piercings, changes the pieces frequently so it’s rare to see her with the same jewelry in her ears for long. Has contemplated getting a tattoo but she hasn’t decided on what yet.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  
  

  Halle Bailey.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  virtues

  
  
  

  ambitious, loyal, kind-hearted, protective, independent, fun-loving, generous

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  
  

  stubborn, impatient, blunt, spoiled, a bit naive

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  
  

  Dying a painful death; Specifically drowning or being suffocated/strangled and if she had the choice she would die peacefully from old age in her sleep, Airplanes; Something about being in a giant aircraft hundreds of thousands of feet in the air just doesn’t do it for her, Losing her freedom; She likes being able to do the things that she likes to do when she wants to, if someone else suddenly started dictating her life she’d probably go insane.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hobbies

  
  
  

  Singing; Zahra has a beautiful singing voice and ever since she was a little girl she’s dreamed of becoming a popular r&b artist, Reading; She loves to immerse herself into a good book normally of the fantasy variety she finds that sometimes they’re more interesting than people, Volleyball; She did volleyball as a sport all throughout middle school and high school and she has a very deep love for it and likes to play it with others whenever they’re willing, Drawing; Enjoys it even though she isn’t very good at it but she does try her best, Cooking; Despite being rich her mother and stepfather never hired a personal chef and some of Zahra’s favorite memories are of her watching her mother and stepfather cook or when they would allow her to help them, Rollerskating; Just something she enjoys to do.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  quirks

  
  
  

  Taps her foot whenever she’s feeling impatient, constantly humming a song to herself, plays with the ends of her hair when she’s bored, pinches the skin of her fingers whenever she feels anxious or scared.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skills

  
  
  

  Due to being a natural born extrovert Zahra does incredibly well in social settings, one might say she even thrives. She’s very good at calming people down even in tense situations, something about her just helps soothe people. thinks quick on her feet and is always thinking of the bigger picture when coming to a conclusion. Pretty good at reading people, especially when they have ulterior motives and her gut hardly ever fails her. Zahra is also multilingual and knows Arabic, English, Spanish, and French.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  fresh fruits; specifically strawberries and mangos, being in the sun; pretty self explanatory but being in the sun hits different whenever she’s at the beach or just enjoying a picnic with friends, meeting new people; she’s a very extroverted person so she literally thrives off of being around people, animals; loves all animals big and small but has a bias towards cats, tea; specifically tea with boba pearls, traveling; she loves finding new places and just exploring in general, aquariums; she just likes to go and look at the pretty fishes ok, the smell of pumpkin spice candles; specific but she always buys a crap ton of pumpkin spice candles whenever they’re in season, playing the guitar; something her mother taught her and she’s really good at it, climbing; mainly likes to climb trees, especially big ones that allow her to sit against the main part and read a book surrounded by nature, luxury items; she’s a material girl
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  roaches; honestly she dislikes most bugs but she has a very deep hatred for roaches especially the ones that can fly, coffee; doesn’t like the taste and hates how jittery it makes her, swimming in deep water; always afraid that she’ll drown if the water goes to far past the top of her head, overly sweet things; she wants a desert not type 2 diabetes, rude people; just because you’re bitter at the world doesn’t mean you have to take it out on other people, science; she’s good at math but science is what stumps her, horror movies; if she wanted to be scared she’d walk through a cemetery alone in the middle of the night
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  section 1

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Zahra was born in Cairo, Egypt to a single mother who loved to explore and adventure but settled down upon finding out that she was pregnant. Her mother, Imani, had been born into a family of archeologists and while she found the career fascinating she had no desire to take over the family business like her parents wanted, instead letting the mantle fall to her younger brother who was much more interested in becoming the head one day than she ever was. She spent years traveling to different countries, learning new things and languages, and taking odd jobs to keep herself fed and sheltered. After a while she found herself traveling throughout Egypt where she eventually met Zahra’s father, the sun god Ra, though of course she would have no way of knowing that. The two hit it off almost instantly and it was the first time Imani could ever say that she was in love. To her the relationship was perfect, she was happier than she had ever been and could even imagine being with him for the rest of her life. Though like all good things it eventually came to an end.
  
  After around a year into their relationship Imani realized that she was pregnant. Feeling both overjoyed and nervous she immediately told Zahra’s father who seemed happy at the news as well. That entire day had been spent with Imani excitedly talking about being a parent while he quietly listened to her ramble on and on. That night they went to bed together like normal but when Imani woke the next morning she found that she was alone, no trace of her partner anywhere. It was as if he had vanished without a trace. Imani tried to look for him, not understanding why he would just leave her and their unborn child alone like this without saying anything. Her attempts to find him proved futile and eventually she gave up, succumbing to the fact that she was going to be giving birth to their child alone.
  
  Zahra had been born healthy and without complications and when she was a few months old Imani moved them to Los Angeles so that they could be with the rest of her family. The first two years of raising Zahra were pretty uneventful. She was a calm baby, hardly ever fused, and strangely laughed and smiled more than she ever cried. Imani eventually found love again when she reunited with an old high school sweetheart named Marcel. The two dated for a while and eventually got married. Imani never wanted Zahra growing up wondering why her father didn’t want her and because she was so young she and Marcel agreed that it would be better if they allowed her to believe that he was her biological father instead, and it helped that she already saw him as such. The two even went as far as to have Zahra’s last name changed from Imani’s maiden name to Hawkins instead so that no one, especially her, would question it.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  section 2

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Zahra’s childhood and teenage years were filled with nothing but joy. She lived a very privileged life due to her stepfather owning a multi million dollar business. She went to expensive private schools, was able to participate in any sport or activities that she wanted, and their family took vacations in different countries at least twice a year. Her parents wanted absolutely nothing but the best for her and did everything in their power to give her the greatest life imaginable. It certainly helped that Zahra was also a good kid. She followed the rules for the most part, got straight A’s all through out her academic career, and could constantly be found helping others. Her free time was either often spent riding on her bicycle through the streets of Hidden Hills, the sun shining on her, wind in her locs before meeting up with her friends or playing her guitar, singing covers in her room and uploading them online for her followers to see. Her dream had always been to become a professional singer and she had garnered close to a million followers on her YouTube from following her passion.
  
  Everything in Zahra‘s life seemed to be going to plan until the night before her eighteenth birthday when she received a vision from her birth father during her dream. She woke up in tears, feeling as if her entire life was a lie and not knowing what to do about it. She had no idea how to bring it up to her parents, or if she even wanted to. Zahra went through the day as normally as she could, not wanting to ruin such an important birthday after everything her parents had planned to make it special, but they could tell that her energy was off. It wasn’t until after her party that night and all the guests had left that everything boiled over when her mother asked why she had been acting so different that day. The two got into a heated argument with Zahra being upset that her mother never told her the truth and lying about her step father being her biological parent. It all came to a head when Zahra screamed at her mother to leave her alone, the small fire from the fire place roaring to life reacting off of Zahra’s emotions, scaring the both of them. In shock Zahra ran to her room in fear, locking herself in the room and not letting anyone in.
  
  A few hours later her stepfather knocked on her door asking if they could talk. They had a deep heart to heart with Marcel telling Zahra that even if she wasn’t biologically his she would always be his daughter. She confided in him about the vision she had the night before and how she was unsure of what to do. Marcel told her that he thought she should go for it, that it couldn’t hurt to find out more about her parentage and these knew strange powers that she seemed to have but that she was always free to come home of things didn’t work out the way she wanted to. Zahra spent the entire night awake, thinking about what she would decide to do. The next morning she told her parents her decision and within a few days she was off to Mythos.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  parent

  
  

  Amun Ra: the Egyptian god of the sun. Also known as the king of the Egyptian deities and the father of all creation. The patron of the sun, heaven, kingship, power and light.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Freshman

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dorm

  
  
  

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  Due to her being a freshman not much is known about Zahra aside from who her godly parent is and that she comes from a wealthy family. Those who have had the pleasure of meeting her often say that she is a joy to be around. Like the sun she is the light in the room, always bringing good vibes and warm energy wherever she goes. Being the center of attention is something that comes pretty natural to her without meaning to due to people being drawn towards her. While older students may not know much about her she could be considered pretty popular amongst other freshman. The staff alsotend to like her due to her easy going nature and having no desire to break any rules, or cause trouble for anyone.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Sunlight beamed down harshly onto Zahra as she walked through what seemed to be an endless desert. Her feet were bare, trudging through the sand, and she was dressed in a white Egyptian kalasiris. Despite the sun glaring down at her and sand beneath her soles she did not feel the normal heatwave people would feel when out in such elements, in fact she felt completely fine as if she was built to withstand such temperatures. There was no desperation for water and shade, only a gentle warmth encompassing. The desert was completely barren, save for a single falcon flying above her. She didn’t know why, or if there was even a point to, but she felt inclined to follow the creature. After what she was sure were only minutes of walking Zahra was eventually led to her an ancient pyramid. She followed the bird into the giant structure, along long corridors until they entered the king’s chamber. There she saw a man with the body of a human but the head of a falcon. Despite the small amount of fear that had appeared within her chest a tiny voice in her brain spoke, telling her that she needn’t be afraid. The man then spoke, his voice deep and commanding. He called himself Ra as he stepped towards Zahra, his eyes examining her as if he had been looking at something he had been waiting to see for eons, before proclaiming that he was her father. She felt glued to her spot, as if her entire body had decided to lock up and become paralyzed. Hearing that another man was her biological father and not her stepfather, the man who raised her, caused an intense rage to flow through her body. She accused Ra of being a liar, that he had no proof to back this claim up. The god simply pressed a hand to her forehead and told her to see for herself. Flashes of his relationship with her mother flashed before her eyes, ending on a image of her mother heavily pregnant. After the montage was over all she could do was ask him why he would wait until now to reveal himself to her. Ra didn’t answer her, instead all he told her was that there was a place for other’s like her and that it would be in her best interest to go. With that he had turned from her disappearing and Zahra had awoken from her dream, tears streaming down her face.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Solar empowerment: As a demi-god she is already naturally stronger than normal humans and most legacies but being in contact with sunlight enhances all of Zahra’s physical abilities. She becomes stronger, faster, more agile, and more durable in these cases.
  Solar manipulation: As the daughter of the sun god Ra it is only natural that Zahra is able to manipulate aspects from the sun as well. Like her father Zahra has the power to manipulate fire and heat, controlling it and being able to set things ablaze and crumble to ash with the smallest touch. She also has the ability to create orbs of light that she can shoot at targets that dispense immense heat once connected and can cause temporary blindness to her opponent. It could also be mentioned that she is immune to fire and heat.
  Healing: Fire has always been known to be as pure as it is destructive and this is the case for Zahra as well. Her healing flames are incredibly relaxing and warm, especially to those in a significant amount of pain. When run over a wound the wound will begin to heal and close itself. She is also able to heal damages and ailments inside the body that can’t be seen from the outside, such as helping with easing a sickness, a broken bone, or being poisoned.
  Falcon abilities: Her father was associated with falcons, after all his head was that of a falcon’s and not that of a human’s, and those bird like attributes have been passed down to Zahra as a result. Like a falcon’s her eyesight is eight times better than the normal person’s and allows her to see at a greater distance than her peers. Her hearing is also enhanced and she is able to elongate her nails to falcon like talons.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Solar empowerment: Like the name suggests Zahra gets stronger when in direct sunlight so naturally this ability proves pretty useless at night or when she is anywhere the sun can not reach her.
  Solar manipulation: Due to being a freshman all of Zahra’s powers are still incredibly new to her but this one especially. While she is able to manipulate fire and create orbs of light it is currently easier for her to do so in small amounts and to manipulate fire that is already present around her rather than generating it herself. Due to the destructiveness of fire she has to constantly be careful and weary of her mood in order to not accidentally destroy something or cause someone else harm.
  Healing: Her healing abilities require Zahra to focus a ton, and in the midst of battle or just her being nervous in general focusing can prove difficult. While she is able to heal more than one person at a time it is incredible easier for her to focus all of her attention on one person at a time. She also must be careful when it comes to healing, if she rushes and doesn’t switch between her defensive fire to the healing version she can end up hurting the person she is trying to help. Small wounds are easier for her to do as larger wounds require more time and focus. She is also unable to heal herself.
  Falcon abilities: Due to this being an innate and passive ability there is no shut off switch for it. This means that Zahra sometimes goes through sensory overload and often needs to wear ear plugs and cover her eyes in order to calm down and get back to normal. Falcons are predatory creatures and Zahra was ‘blessed’ with a predatory instinct as a result that sometimes make her act more animalistic than human. This typically happens during a fight when she feels cornered or sometimes when her anger gets the better of her and she feels the need to lash out.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Composite bow: Zahra was gifted a traditional looking bow made from wood and horn. Her bow was blessed to never run out of arrows and on withdrawing an arrowhead will light up in flames.
  Khopesh: The khopesh was one of the most feared weapons in ancient Egypt. Zahra was given dual khopesh’s that were blessed to be indestructible. Like her arrows whenever they are in use the curved metal gets covered in a raging flame and should anyone other than Zahra attempt to hold or touch her khopesh’s they would instantly be burned.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  adaptable, agile, athletic, determined

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  water, inexperience, sensory issues, reactive powers

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Celeste Elena Ortega

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Close friends are allowed to call her Cel or Les. Growing up her father often called her Muñequita which means baby doll in Spanish.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  Twenty-Two

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  gender

  
  

  Cisgender female (she/hers)

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  Pansexual, Panromantic

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  place of birth

  
  

  Mérida, Mexico.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  ethnicity

  
  

  Mexican

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Alexa Demie

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  hair style

  
  

  Celeste has waist length, silky, jet black hair. She takes great care of her hair and has a weekly routine that she follows to keep it looking it’s best and healthy. Cel hates the way her hair looks when it’s straight so she often curls it in the morning either with an iron or with plastic curlers just so that it looks more interesting in her eyes.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Cel has a slim body with small curves, leaning more towards being pear shaped. She has never been one to be that physically active unless it’s dance related and that shows with the fact that her body has very few defined muscles. Her skin is a naturally a light tan color but tends to darken a few shades the longer she’s out in the sun. Cel wears makeup often and can usually be found with detailed eye makeup, and because of this she’s learnt to take really great care of her skin to the point that despite the fact that she wears makeup constantly she hardly ever gets blemishes from it.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  She has her ears pierced with two piercings instead of one on her right ear. She also has her belly button pierced, and a small tattoo of a butterfly behind her right ear.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Cel has been confident in her appearance since a young age and this has transferred over into the clothing that she wears. Her clothing style tends to accentuate her figure and she is often found in a lot of brightly colored two pieces, always wanting to look put together and presentable and her outfits seem to always push the boundary of what others may or may not find appropriate for school. She dresses like she has something to prove to herself, and perhaps in a way she does.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  5’6

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  140 lbs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dark brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Jet Black

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Loyal: Cel is one of the most loyal people anyone could ever meet. Whenever she becomes friends with someone she latches onto them hard and getting rid of her would require someone to break her trust in an unforgivable way, like lying behind her back and being a fake friend. She quite literally would kill for the people she loves and is willing to protect them should anyone mess with them or harm come their way.
  Confident: Growing up with a dad who owned a salon and was a popular hairdresser in their town meant that Celeste spent most of her time there as a child. She would often see the types of women that came in and out and would study them, the way they talked, how they dressed, and what they liked. This was mainly due to her having no mother figure and wanting to see what womanhood was like and that had been the closest she would get to it. Eventually she began to act in a similar manner to these women, pretending to have a massive amount of confidence until she was no longer pretending and truly saw herself that way. Now she goes through life the way she wants to, not giving a damn about what other people say to her or what they think of her and if any one has something rude to say to say about her she has something ten times worse to throw right back at them.
  Extroverted: Despite being someone that hardly ever lets people close enough to get to fully know her Celeste thrives off of being around other people. She’s someone that hates being alone for extended periods of time and always seems to have a friend with her wherever she goes.
  Occasionally sweet: While it is true that Cel comes off as a bitch to most people, to those who truly know her she’s actually quite a softie. When she cares for and loves someone she loves them with her entire heart and those who have the pleasure of being someone she considers a friend get to see the compassionate and more emotional side of Celeste that she doesn’t let people out of her circle see. She’s always there to comfort a friend, provide a shoulder for them to cry on, and be an ear to listen to their problems though she sometimes responds in way that seems harsh to others but makes perfect sense to her.

  
  
  
  
  

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  Closed off: When one meets Celeste they find that she has many, many, many walls around herself to keep other people out and very few people get the once in a lifetime chance to see what she’s hiding on the inside. She likes to keep people at a safe distance so that they never have the chance to hurt her, or even leave her when she’s grown attached. Trying to read Celeste will often leave you confused or even agitated. She’s someone who’s good at hiding her emotions and making people see what she wants them to see. What you see with her is almost never what you actually get, and while that may seem like a lonely way to live it’s something she’s okay with and has grown accustomed to.
  Brutally honest: Cel lacks a vocal filter and this causes her to say whatever she has going on in her mind without second guessing herself, or having regards to anyone’s feelings she might hurt. She’s simply telling it as she sees it and if someone has an issue with that it’s not her problem.
  Selfish: One looks at Celeste and sees someone that looks to be an angel, that is until she opens her mouth and you’re greeted by someone who seems to have danced with Lucifer himself. It’s a man eat man world and if anyone is going to get eaten it won’t be her. Celeste is someone who has seen death from a young age and it has largely effected her outlook on life. People out there will sell you in order to save their own backs and Celeste has learned that unless she wants to be the one to be sacrificed she needed to be the one doing the selling. ‘Rather you than I.’ Is a phrase that she lives by and at this point it might as well be her life motto. She has almost no regards towards others people feelings if they’re not someone she cares about, and is always concerned with her own needs rather than the well-being of others.
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  Self destructive: Believing that no good thing lasts forever Cel often has a tendency to ruin things that benefit her. This in particular applies more so towards romantic relationships than anything else. Love is something Celeste doesn’t truly believe in. Love gets people hurt, makes people into fools, and from her point of view causes more heartbreak than anything else. At the first inkling of the realization that she might be catching feelings for someone she immediately blows that flame out, often resorting to drastic measures like sleeping with someone else because distracting herself will totally get rid of the unwanted feelings right?

  
  
  
  
  

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  Strawberries, makeup, shopping, watching the sunset, her aunt’s cooking, silk sheets and pillow cases, the feeling of cool water on her feet, gold jewelry

  
  
  
  
  

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  Makeup, photography, fashion design, roller skating, dancing, pageantry

  
  
  
  
  

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  Tilts head when she’s thinking, bites the inside of her cheek when she’s annoyed, taps her fingers on her legs when she’s feeling impatient

  
  
  
  
  

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  Observant, good memory, multilingual

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Parent: Xochiquetzal
  Grade: Junior
  Dorm: Tba
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[ravensunset]

title

artist

Valeria

R

equisite.

name

Valeria Ivanovna Isayeva

Nicknames

Lera, Valka

age

Twenty

gender & pronouns

Female, she/her

sexuality

Bisexual

Ethnicity

Ukranian & Serbian

place of birth

Ukraine

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ppearance.

hair

Thick dirty 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 to keep it out of the way, though occasionally it is braided or otherwise done up. Evenly cut bangs cover most of her forehead.

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 six feet, and 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.

faceclaim

Carlson Young- very loosely.

P

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.

skills

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

M

ythos file.

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.

H

istory.

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. Even among demigods, she was a power that the likes of which was rarely seen.

Ekaterina hated it. The blood running within her told her to pick up her weapons, to enter any fight she comes across, to lead those around her. It told her to claim her throne. For a while, she followed 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 Katya 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, Katya 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 should have known that no child of hers could ever be ordinary.

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, 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; she was provoked, they deserved it, she couldn't help it. Ekaterina refused to allow her daughter martial arts lessons, so Valeria figured it out on her own time. She set up YouTube videos in her room to practice with from all sorts of styles, used her spare time to attend recreation center gyms whenever she could, and built up her strength and skill. Valeria never felt as good as she did when attacking a boxing bag. In her daydreams, she was a boxer, and she thought there might be a place in the world for her after all.

Such fantasies aren't built to last. It was autumn; Valeria was thirteen, and as usual, she was grounded for getting into trouble at school, and was busy fuming at home over it. Her parents were out; everything was ordinary. Until they didn’t come home after an hour or two as expected. The sun set into the ground and stars appeared overhead and Valeria’s parents still weren’t back. 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 even a scorned daughter does what she is told, so she 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, bearded, 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. She demanded 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. The walls shook with their screaming, with the storm. Valeria tried to leave, and her mother summoned lightning from her fingers. The front door slammed shut in front of her, the bolt barely an inch away from striking Valeria herself.

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, and prepared for a journey alone.

Thankfully, she found her community before she reached Mythos Academy, in the form of another legacy seeing her out on the streets. Valeria and Neza departed on their journey together. It was only upon Valeria's arrival that she found her mother had included her old staff among her items.

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allery.

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[armeen]

ruler of death.

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jaesung

재성

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01.

name

kim jaesung

02.

nickname

jae

03.

age

21 years old

04.

gender

cisgender male

05.

sexuality

pansexual

06.

place of birth

daegu, south korea

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ethnicity

korean

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  a guilty conscience needs no accuser. 죄 지은 양심은 고발 인이 필요없다.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  5 feet 9 inches

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weight

  
  

  144 lbs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  build

  
  

  slim & lean

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  min yoongi

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair

  
  

  a deep dark brown that appears black under certain lighting, but can be seen for what it is when the sun hits from above. throughout most of his youth, his hair was straight and thin, but as he got older and allowed for it to grow out it became thicker and slightly more voluminous. it is soft to the touch and dries naturally in soft waves that frame his face.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  rich dark brown with a piercing gaze that appears to look into one's soul. always looking as if he is deep in thought. both eyes differ physically from one another, with the right being a mono-lid and the left being a double-lid.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  slim with a slight muscular build. he has the build of someone who remains fairly active through cardio and light weight training. height-wise he is on the slightly shorter end, just making it past five feet and nine inches.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  as pale as snow and death itself. okay that is a slight exaggeration. but his skin is very pale and one that burns easily in the sun without proper protection. it also bruises and scars easily, leaving behind mementos of incidents he had gotten himself into.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  has a total of eight piercings between both ears. three piercings on both lobes and a double helix on his right ear. he normally ears four to five earrings plus the double helix, but he interchanges them to keep the piercing holes open.
  
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  if a cat were to become a human that would be jae. recluse in nature and more of an observer than interactive. it has always been that way with him for as long as anyone could remember. even as a child he mostly kept to himself, sitting in a corner doing his own activities or looking out the window just to observe the world around him. he took pride in being able to pick up on the smallest of details, whether it is a tiny insect in someone's hair or a mannerism that most people failed to notice. he was also very good at noticing sudden changes in moods, and is able to have an idea of what someone was feeling at that very moment. this was something that helped him get away from certain situations he did not want to get involved with growing up. agitated movements, heightened breathing, clenching and unclenching of the fists, and tone. all signs that something was wrong, and it never ended well for jae.
  
  as he got older, the distance he put between himself and others only grew. those that were familiar with him would say he was like a shadow trying to get by without detection. and in a way they were right. jae is not one for the limelight. too much attention only stresses him out and is one of few things that can disrupt his line of attention. while he does prefer to be alone, he is not entirely repulsed by the idea of opening himself to someone. like cats, jae chooses those he wants to be close to. he is very skilled at judging one's character due to his observance, and there are some personas he cannot help but be drawn to. and once he has chosen he is loyal to a fault. he becomes a pillar, in hopes to be there through their hardships. yes, he is someone that normally avoids other people's problems, but if it is his person, he will rain hellfire on whoever is hurting them.
  
  that being said, jae is not quick to judge. he takes his time and watches. it is not easy to gain his trust, but once you do it's even harder to lose it. he will not hesitate to stand his ground and say what he thinks of someone once he has a proper opinion of them formed. he does manage to keep his emotions in check and is not one to have emotional outbursts no matter the situation. they say the eyes are the gateway to the soul, and that cannot be any more true for jae. if you want any idea on how he is feeling, his eyes will give it away. his eyes hold all of his expressions while the rest of his face remains neutral. for someone that relies on looking at the details of others to read them, he tries to make sure no one else could do the same for him.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  food, especially any type of korean street food

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  unknown origins

  
  

  
  
  
  

  not much is known about jae's birth. that part of his life remains shrouded in mystery. the only thing he was told, when he was old enough, was that he appeared at the doorstep of an orphanage when he was less than a month old. all that was left with him was the blanket he was wrapped in and a small note containing his first name. there was no letter, contact information, or even his date of birth. the caretaker that found him tried to look for signs of the individual who could have left him before taking him inside to get his situated with the other children.
  
  the first couple years of his life were uneventful. he grew up surrounded by multiple children with a variety of backgrounds, but he never really taken to any of them. he mostly kept to himself, preferring to have his own space to either play, draw, or read. whenever he was introduced to a potential family, he would not pay them much mind, only observe them before going back to what he was doing before he was interrupted by the introduction. By the age of eight, the caretakers began to worry that he will not get adopted as he continued with what they deemed to be an act of solitary.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  at the age of 10, jae was sent to live with a foster care family, the kims. everything started fine at first. he was given his own room, and the family mostly left him alone. well...that was except for seojun. his foster parents had a biological son of their own who was a few years older than jae, and he was determined to get close with him. the minute jae arrived home, he was the first one to welcome him and give him a tour of the house. he had even decorated jae's room, so he would not be living in such a plain space. it took some time for seojun to eventually get to him, but once he did they did everything together.
  
  life with the kims started going downhill a couple months into jae living with them. it became clear that their decision to take jae in was not made out of the goodness of their hearts and they often took advantage of him. they made him do all the chores in the house, such as cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, serving, etc. and whenever he was unable to get something done they would scold him for being lazy and ungrateful for all they have provided for him, and that if it were not for them he would be out in the streets. they would also talk ill of his mother, calling her names and insinuating that she got herself 'knocked up' and that was why he had no parents. with time jae learned to ignore them. he did not know his mother, so it was entirely possible that what they were saying was the truth. however, the worst moments were when mr. kim would come back from a night of drinking with his buddies. he would come in staggering and swearing, and it was during then that jae had to make sure everything in the house was spotless because one single item out of place was enough to send mr. kim in a fury, and he was unfortunately the brunt of it.
  
  seojun tried everything he could to shield jae from his parents. he would help him with the chores, despite his mother's protests. and as he got older and taller, he would even go out of his way to fight his father off whenever he was in a drunken rage. as jae got older as well, seojun would find ways to get him out of the house so he could get away from all the abuse even if it was for a few hours. seojun was a light for jae and he looked up to him.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  on the day of jae's sixteenth birthday, his brother gave him a call to let him know he was leaving work and was going to head over to the house to pick him up to go somewhere to celebrate. an hour later a police officer showed up at the house to deliver the worst news of his life. seojun, the one he considered to be his family, was hit by a drunk driver and passed on the scene. the minute he heard those words, time seemed to have stopped and he zoned out. memories of he and seojun began to flash before him and he could not comprehend anything that was happening around him, not even the sound of mrs. kim wailing in the background as her husband held her to prevent her from collapsing. jae remained in this stupor until the funeral was over. he could simply not believe seojun was gone from this world. as jae stared at his framed photograph placed in front of his tombstone, all he could think was, why him?
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  two years after seojun's death, on the day of his eighteenth birthday, jae had gone to visit his grave. now that he was eighteen he was contemplating where to go since he no longer had to stay with the kims. after seojuns death, the kims left him alone entirely. they barely spoke a word to him and no longer asked them to do anything for them. mr. kim had gone to seek treatment for his binge drinking habits and mrs. kim would spend most of her time in her room. jae still made sure to leave them enough food so they had something to eat, but he was more than ready to get out of there. some extended family had assured him that they would continue looking after them after he had gone, and even though he wanted to cut all ties with them, he was relieved to know that they would not be left alone to wither away.
  
  while jae was staring at seojun's grave, paying his respects. a mysterious individual approached him. this individual turned out to be god and ruler of the dead, yeomra. it was there that jae was able to learn a piece of his background and origin. he is the son of yeomra and there is more in store for him and his life than he anticipated.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    demigod, son of a god
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    yeomra. king yeomra the great. supreme ruler and fifth of the ten kings of the underworld.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    as someone who likes to remain under the radar, jae tries to make his presence unknown. he is studious in his classes but rarely speaks unless he is called on. he is often found in parts of the campus that are not easy to find and where he can have the space to himself. most people know to leave alone since that is what he prefers. he does have a tendency to stare, and anyone who has been under his studious gaze will describe it feeling as if they were a specimen under a microscope.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    his vision came to him on the day of his 18th birthday. it was a quiet autumn afternoon and jae was alone, standing before a gravesite. hands were in his pockets, and he watched as an orange leaf from the tree above landed gently on top of the tombstone. the carved letters on the stone revealed the name of the grave he was visiting: kim seojun. his older brother...well adoptive brother, but that did not matter to jae. he was the only one who jae saw as family, and he was snatched away from him two years ago on his birthday. he remembered that night clear as day. all it took was an accident. all it took was one drunk driver. a night that was supposed to one of revelry ended in tragedy. ever since then, jae had made sure to visit seojun's grave, and celebrate his birthday with him, just like they used to. a few minutes had passed when an old man suddenly approached and stood next to him. he read the name and years listed on the tombstone. "it is always so sad to see life be taken away from this world too soon." he spoke, glancing at jae, who was trying to avoid a conversation, but still acknowledging his presence. "how close were you to him?" a few painful seconds had past before jae finally let out a sigh of defeat and decide to respond. the man seemed to determined to speak to him, so he had no choice but to put up with it. "he...was my brother. hit by a drunk driver." the old man nodded in understanding and solemnly closed his eyes. "my condolences to you. that is truly tragic." jae merely shrugged it off, but he could not stop the knot that was forming in the back of his throat. "there is not much that can be done anyway. death is merely a part of life, right?" a silence suddenly ensued between the two. jae could not help but silently curse himself for the bitter tone he let out in his last comment. he kept his gaze to the ground, watching the dried out leaves blow over the grave. finally a voice spoke up, but it was no longer one of an old man's. instead, it sounded deeper and stronger, one that certainly caught jae off guard as he turned to face the owner of said voice. where the old man once stood was one much taller and younger, dressed in an ornate gwanbok. on his head he was wearing a gold yanggwan. "you're right about death being a part of life...it is an act no one can escape from, even our closest loved ones. but there is more to death than life ending, and you will one day learn to abide to this, my son."
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    shapeshifting: like his father, jae is able to take on any appearance he chooses to. it can be another individual or an animal. however, he can only maintain the appearance for a limited amount of time, and he cannot change multiple times at once. each appearance he chooses to have, he has to stay with until he decides to change back to his normal appearance. he then has to take the time to recover before being able to morph into something or someone else.
    
    medium: he is able to see and communicate with the dead, which is something he has yet to get used to. this often causes spirits to gravitate to him once they notice he can see them. in his opinion, this ability is a bit of a nuisance cause it is very hard to ignore all of the spirits that are around. when he got his vision and obtained this ability, he greatly reduced his visits to seojun's grave because the cemetery was full of lost spirits wandering around looking for help to pass on (surprisingly, his brother was never one of them).
    
    revival: his father, if he chose to, is capable of reviving the dead. jae can also do the same but in a different manner. instead of completely bringing someone back to life, he is able to re-animate a dead body or call on a spirit. this is an ability that he rarely uses, and would prefer to avoid using for as long as he can. the act is temporary and it's only done to do his bidding. at this time, he can only do few at a time and it takes a lot out of him to accomplish. the ability requires him to pour some of his energy into these beings, hence why it can only be used under the most dire situations. if he uses these ability for too long he can eventually lose consciousness, leaving completely vulnerable.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    a sword, based of the sainchamsageom, also known as the 'great four tiger sword', was gifted to jae not long after he received his vision. the next morning after the encounter with his father in the cemetery, he awoke to a sheathed sword laying on the foot of his bed. with great hesitance, he finally unsheathed it, admiring the beauty and craftmanship of the blade and the handle. when he held up the blade to his eye level to examine it closer he could clearly see his reflection on it. the sword was made of a metal that contains powerful positive force that is used to vanquish monsters and evil spirits.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    perception: his senses are very attuned to picking up and noticing the smallest of things that most people tend to ignore or not pay much mind to.
    
    judgement: his father was also known to judge the dead and determine whether they were good or bad. while jae does not have that power, he is very good at judging others based on their persona, actions, etc.
    
    intuition: very instinctive, which helps him sense when something is wrong before it fully happens.
    
    intelligence: both book smart and street smart. able to pick up on concepts very quickly and apply them. also good at problem-solving by being able to determine the root of it most of the time.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    fear of the dead: no matter how much he has to engage with them on a daily basis, as the son of the god of the dead, he has troubles getting used to their presence. some spirits approach him peacefully and appear no different from the living, blending in with the crowd. others can take on other forms depending on what is troubling them. but the ones that make him wish he never had these abilities, are the dark spirits, often appearing as tortured souls that cause despair and destruction wherever they are.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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Isabél Castillo

#Taino Goddess Atabey

#Ángela Aguilar

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eva alvarez

# daughter of ix chel

# sofia carson?

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    Eva Alvarez.

    Eve, Evie.

    20.

    Female.

    Pansexual.

    October 3rd.

    Arizona, USA.

    Mexican and Columbian.
  • visage

    height

    5'5.

    weight

    130 lbs.

    hair

    
    A curtain of silky, dark brown hair falls to about her mid-back.
    
    

    eyes

    
    A warm deep mahogany that sparkles, as if she knows something you don't.
    
    

    physique

    
    Eva has a trim but athletic build. Her face is all sharp angles and strong features, with deep brown eyes that compliment her angular face.
    
    

    wardrobe

    
    Eva's wardrobe consists of many jewel colors and light fabrics.
    
    

    face claim

    
    Sofia Carson.
    
  • likes

    
    waterfalls, plants, intricate jewelry, laughter, stargazing, making new friends.
    
    

    dislikes

    
    messiness, climate change, cold weather, big cities, twizzlers, disorder, unfairness.
    
    

    hobbies

    
    painting, jogging, swimming, sewing, baking.
    
    

    virtues

    
    persuasive, idealistic, thoughtful, intuitive, compassionate.
    
    

    vices

    
    petty, stubborn, judgmental, emotional, self-sacrificing.
    
    

    skills

    
    can hold her breath for a long time, CPR certified, a great diplomat who can diffuse most tension if she feels like it, nimble fingers for sewing.
    
    

    fears

    
    One of her greatest fears is not being able to take care of her family or being alone forever.
    
    

    Eva's emotions are always changing with the tides, she is just as likely to compliment you as she is to insult you. She can be just as sweet as she is sour, it all depends on how you treat her and those she cares about. Though it is in her nature to take care of others, she is also defensive and extremely sensitive. Her emotions often get the best of her, she can be your best friend or a giant pain in your side depending on the day.
    
    No one can stop her once she sets her mind on something, resolve and determination are her biggest strength. She is willing to do whatever it takes to defend the things she cares about. However, she sometimes gets too focused on a project and lacks a sense of fun which causes her to clash with others. The extent to which she overworks herself make it easy for her to snap at others on accident.
    
    Eva is a bundle of energy and almost never sits still, if she isn't planning some sort of activity she's hanging out with her friends. Eva has a nurturing, caring personality and loves those she cares about fiercely. For her friends, she will go to the ends of the Earth to make them happy and keep them safe.
    
    

    mind

    mythos

    a drop of moonlight

    While the Mayan moon goddess wasn't supposed to meddle in human business any longer, she still found herself incredibly drawn to them. The goddess often disguised herself as a nurse to blend in with the humans and walk amongst them.
    
    On one particular trip, she began caring for a woman named Nadia suffering from the early stages of leukemia. The woman was optimistic despite the prognosis, and Ixchel found her positivity refreshing. The two grew close of the course of Nadia's treatment, and began a relationship.
    
    But before long, Ixchel was summoned back to her pantheon and torn away from her lover. Perhaps it was selfish to give a child to a slowly dying mother, but before the goddess left she blessed Nadia with a healthy baby girl.
    
    

    celestial wounds

    Shortly after Eva's birth, Nadia went into remission. The young girl was always laughing and making other smile, a celestial blessing that gave Nadia endless happiness.
    
    By the time Eva was four, her mom had gone back to work, found a man she loved, and gotten married. Soon after being married, Nadia and Rafael had a baby of their own, and then another, and another.
    
    The oldest daughter by several years, Eva often helped her mo, out with her younger siblings. Her brothers and youngest sister were quite the handful, but Eva felt a deep need to protect them, taking care of them came naturally to her, but that didn't mean it was easier.
    
    When Eva was fourteen, Nadia's cancer returned with a vengeance, and Eva found that she was more of a naturally gifted caretaker than she'd first thought. Eva took care of her siblings during the day, and then when her stepfather returned from work they would take shifts visiting her mom in the hospital and watching her siblings.
    
    It was an unbearable weight, to take care of her siblings and watch her mom wither away in a hospital bed. To sit in that awful plastic chair and listen to her mother cry because she could not be there for her children, and then go home and comfort those same children because their mother wasn’t coming home.
    
    By fifteen, Eva was an orphan, save for her stepfather.
    
    

    tidal waves

    Grief threatened to consume Eva like a tidal wave, but the need to take care of her siblings outweighed everything else. Eva would wake up by 5, prepare breakfast for her everyone, get the younger kids off to school, and then head to her own high school. She would come home straight from class to take care of them, help with homework while making dinner and then tucking them into bed before starting on her own school work.
    
    This was how Eva’s life went until she turned eighteen. The demi-goddess had never even thought of leaving home, who would take care of her family if she die? But with the danger of monster attacks always looking over her head, she knew that attending Mythos was the safest option.
    
    Upon finding out about her heritage, Eva couldn't understand why her other mother, a goddess of medicine, couldn't have healed her dying mother. Eva tried her best to understand, but there was still a small part of her that wished her godly mother had fought to save her mortlal mother.
    
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    Godly Parent: Ixchel, Mayan goddess of the moon, fertility, medicine, rivers, justice, and women. Symbols are the snake, jaguars, the moon, water jugs, and rainbows.
    
    Status: Demi-god.
    
    Year in School: Third.
    
    Dorm: Silva.
    
    Gift: A locket in the shape of a jug that holds an (almost) infinite amount of water for Eva to manipulate when she needs to fight in an area with no water.
    Two twin obsidian curved blades in traditional Mayan form.
    
    Clubs: nature club, hunting, competitive swimming, culinary club, archery club.
    
    Reputation: Much like a hurricane, Eva has probably made quite the impression on you, though whether it was good or bad depends on her mood that day. You have likely walked away from an interaction with Eva feeling like she's just become your best friend, or she's the most irritating person on the planet. Her strong personality and drive has racked up an equal amount of friends and enemies over the years. She is involved in many clubs and never misses a school event, never slowing down for even a moment. She most definitely needs to relax and take a break, but you'd have to corner her to tell her that.
    
    Vision: While tending to the vegetable garden outside, a sudden torrential downpour opened up out of the sky, and before Eva could get up to run inside, the rain was completely cleared up and rainbow appeared across the sky. At the end of the rainbow was a striking woman, who claimed to be her mother.
    
    Abilities:
    water manipulation - being the daughter of a river goddess, Eva can manipulate water to her will in both offensive and defensive manors.
    water healing - Eva can use bodies of water to stabilize someone and heal minor wounds. the strength of the ability depends on the size of the the body of water.
    illumination - after absorbing moonlight on her skin, Eva can illuminate her hands or other parts of her body like a flashlight.
    
    Strengths: Medicine, determination, leadership, bows and arrows.
    
    Weaknesses: Fire, exhaustion, intense heat, her stubbornness.
    
    
    
    

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  Legacy of Phra Sao

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    Kamnan Kurusarttra.

    Kam.

    21.

    Male.

    ???sexual.

    August 27th.

    Bangkok, Thailand.

    Thai.
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    height

    6'0.

    weight

    168 lbs.

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    Silky raven hair falls into his eyes, often swept away by fidgeting hands.
    
    

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    A warm honey that holds no light behind it.
    
    

    physique

    
    Kam has a rather average build, tall and neither lanky nor well-muscled.
    
    

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    Comfortable neutral tones, never wanting to stick out in a crowd and draw attention.
    
    

    face claim

    
    Mike Angelo.
    
  • likes

    
    cats, coffee, a good book, being right, praise, silence, a warm breeze.
    
    

    dislikes

    
    loud noises, storms, disrespect, busy-bodies, thunder, most people.
    
    

    hobbies

    
    reading, being alone, drawing, playing pranks.
    
    

    virtues

    
    intelligent, intuitive, resourceful, strategic, insightful.
    
    

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    insecure, grumpy, cynical, untrusting, loner, know-it-all.
    
    

    skills

    
    He can always tell when a storm is coming, can tell if a coin will be heads or tails, can sense others bad moods.
    
    

    fears

    
    Only causing destruction and being alone forever.
    
    

    Everyone Kam has ever loved has left him. He treats everyone like glass, as if he might break them at any moment, and the best way to handle glass is to never touch it at all. He keeps everyone an arms length away with biting remarks and sarcastic replies.
    
    Behind his cold front, Kam just desperately wants to be accepted. There is nothing he desires more than to be loved for himself, for someone to look past his flaws and make his horrible existence worthwhile. Despite his grumpt facade, Kam is secretly rather compassionate. Kam has a soft spot for those who stick around despite his hard exterior.
    
    

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    mythos

    rolling the dice

    Kam was cursed from the moment he was born. While his mother had been a daughter of Phra Sao, Kamnan's blood was diluted by his human father's. This meant that his powers were weaker than his mother's, and where her godly blood counteracted the misfortune of Phra Sao, his weaker blood did not protect him as much.
    
    It was always little things, stepping on legos, tripping over cracks in the sidewalk, missing the bus. Not enough to be weird, but little Kamnan felt like he was truly unlucky. His mother always told him to look on the bright side, that enduring such things would make him stronger, so Kam tried to keep his chin high and carry on.
    
    When Kam was four his little brother was born, the two grew up inseparable, always partners in crime and well loved by both of their parents. They sometimes struggled to pay their bills, but the Kurusarttra family was happy.
    
    
    

    Cruel Fate

    As Kam got older, his bad luck seemed to increase. Flat tires on his first car, missing homework, and bad hair days were just the beginning. Leading up to his eighteenth birthday every thing seemed to go wrong, not just for him but the entire Kurusarttra family.
    
    On his eighteenth birthday, his mother pulled him aside outside of the restaurant they were at and told him about his true ancestry, that she was a demi-god, the daughter of Phra Sao himself. It sent Kamnan's head spinning, unable to understand why his mother had lied to him for so long and piecing together the string of unfortunate events that had composed his life.
    
    On the way home from the restaurant, Kam's powers activated as he was drowning in his own thoughts. Something akin to purple lightening shot from his fingers, and suddenly there was a deer in front of their moving vehicle.
    
    Kam and his mother walked away from the crash, but his father and brother did not. His mother couldn't look at him, knowing that is was his ability that had caused the accident, even if it wasn't on purpose. She told him about Mythos and he packed his bags, not wanting to burden his mother with his presence any longer.
    
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    Legacy of: Phra Sao, Thai god of misfortune, grumpiness, and storms. His symbol is a tiger, trident, and bow.
    
    Status: Legacy.
    
    Year in School: Third.
    
    Dorm: Legatum.
    
    Gift: An amethyst encrusted silver spear.
    
    Clubs: Literature club.
    
    Reputation: Kam is known for being a general nuisance. He mostly keeps to himself, but the moment you try to talk to him he's already ruined your day with bad luck. It is best to avoid Kam, unless you are truly stupid or have a wish for an unlucky day.
    
    Vision: in his backstory.
    
    Abilities:
    Luck manipulation - Kam can manipulate someone's luck and cause bad things to happen to them. He is able to cause small annoyances to unfortunate inconveniences, though he cannot control the exact outcome or situation.
    
    Strengths: able to distance himself from the problem to find a solution, stupidly brave.
    
    Weaknesses: doubts himself, can't control his abilities well.
    
    
    
    
    

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• Even a thousand armies couldn't help you now, see I've come to burn your kingdom down.

  Daughter of Nemesis

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    Song Kita.

    19.

    April 15th.

    Female.

    Bisexual.

    Korean.

    Seoul, South Korea.
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    5'4.

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    120 lbs.

    hair

    
    Perfectly straight raven black hair falls neatly to her shoulder blades.
    
    

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    A dark brown so deep it reminds you of straight black coffee.
    
    

    physique

    
    Kita is small in stature but makes up for it with an athletic build.
    
    

    style

    
    From band t-shirts and ripped jeans to a little black dress, as long as Kita looks good she'll wear anything.
    
    

    face claim

    
    Kim Chungha.
    
  • likes

    
    rock music, revenge, winning, the sting of a new bruise, comedies, being right.
    
    

    dislikes

    
    being told no, boredom, sitting still, classical music, condescending people, unfairness.
    
    

    hobbies

    
    arson, boxing, martial arts, playing guitar.
    
    

    virtues

    
    determined, driven, passionate, honest, hard-working.
    
    

    vices

    
    harsh, rash, impulsive, blunt, careless, violent.
    
    

    skills

    
    can usually tell if someone is lying, great poker face, skilled with most weapons.
    
    

    fears

    
    That she will never heal her childhood wounds and be angry and unhappy forever.
    

    Kita is exactly as she seems, never one to hide behind a mask. Anger, grief, and a flood of rage have made their home on her sleeve where she wears them like a badge of honor.
    
    A strong proponent of justice, there is a fiery passion burning within her that she doesn't try to contain. Kita is raging storm of emotions once she lets lose, untamable and destructive in nature when emotions get the better of her. She is a viper spitting venom, scaring off anyone who would dare to hurt her before they can get close. She is an unstoppable force, willing to burn herself down if it means taking you with her.
    
    Underneath the sharp teeth and angry thorns, she is nothing but a scared child lashing out. She has never truly known love or comfort, a wild animal backed into a corner and surviving the only way they know how; by drawing blood.
    
    

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    mythos

    judge, jury, executioner

    The world took Kita's innocence with swift fury the moment she was born. The daughter of a mad man, Nemesis had fallen for the frail mortal because of his divine sense of justice. A lawyer by day, vigilante by night, there was no criminal who could escape her father's unyielding wrath. In his pursuit for reparations, Song Jae-Woo became a criminal too, reaching above the law to become judge, jury, and executioner. If he could not succeed in putting criminals behind bars in the courtroom, he waited for the right moment to strike, using his former law enforcement skills to track down his victims and punish them for their unforgiven crimes.
    
    A slew of nannies raised Kita, her father a drunken mess of a man when he wasn't at work. There were entire days and nights where he didn't return home, where Kita would wail well into the night in unfamiliar arms that rocked her to a restless sleep. A father consumed by righteous fury, a father who could not love his daughter even if he tried. Kita was merely a possession to him, an extension of himself to protect, a thing to mold and shape. On the rare occasions her father did pay attention to her, he rambled divine scripture and warned Kita that sin would lead her down a path of no redemption. The only familial figure in her life shaped her, into jagged edges and snarling teeth, afraid of the cruel world her father had told her all about, of shadows lurking around every corner.
    
    Cynicism was the only view Kita knew, to look at the glass half full and shatter it before it could empty. Shards of glass and walls of thorns made up a little girl who was robbed of sweetness, unversed in the gentleness of the world, looking at the sun and expecting rain.
    
    

    a woman scorned

    Jae-Woo's list of names multiplied into a thousand lists with his in red, underlined. Righteous fury and unhinged vengeance could only get you so far, the bridges he'd burned left him stranded, his head wanted for a pike. Blood spattered on wet pavement, a delusional quest for justice ended with as much violence as it had laid in its path for avengement.
    
    Orphanhood claimed Kita in one fell swoop, girlhood disfigured into a monstrous thing, sharp teeth and thrashing claws protected her heart from ever feeling lose again. One couldn't lose what one didn't have. Solitude was safety, nothing could be lost or gained in the depths of her rage. That same, sick need for blood swelled in her own chest, divine wrath begged for release, for a twisted sense of justice to be fulfilled.
    
    Rage became her shadow, a trail of blood from bloody noses and school yard fist fights lingered in her wake. Fury was her closest friend, a pool of dried blood holding the broken pieces of her heart together. She blistered and burned and dissolved up in her own flames, a girlhood that never was lost in the fire set in her soul. There was nothing in this world for her besides revenge, a debt left unpaid. And pay they would, even if she had to drag herself down to hell with them in the process.
    
    Mythos was not a savior, but an opportunity. To learn to wield the divine blood spilt within her, for rage to grow into a formidable weapon. Slaying monsters was enough to satiate the furious hunger for blood rippling through her entire being, for now.
    
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    Godly Parent: Nemesis, Greek goddess of justice, indignation (anger), revenge, and divine retribution for evil deeds.
    
    Status: Demi-god.
    
    Year in School: Second.
    
    Dorm: Viribus.
    
    Gift: A whip that upon making contact with someone compels that person to tell the truth, whether they want to or not.
    
    Clubs: mythos gladiators, chariot racing, music club, fencing.
    
    Reputation: A little off in the head, the people who hang around her are typically a little off too. She isn't known for her good grades or extracurricular activities, more so for her penchant for unrepentant violence and schoolyard brawls.
    
    Vision: Fist met glass, splintering the mirror into shards reflecting back a contorted image of Kita's face. The image shifted, a woman god-like in appearance and dripping blood stared back at her. Nemesis told her daughter of her parentage, and Kita punched the mirror once again to rid the image of a mother who had let her suffer.
    
    Abilities:
    Kinetic Karma - Once hit, Kita can absorb the momentum and return it to her opponent two-fold.
    
    Strengths: Durable, insanely brave, insane determination, indomitable will.
    
    Weaknesses: impulsive, rash, doesn't follow orders, she can only handle so much kinetic energy before her body breaks.
    
    
    
    

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[.V1LLAINISM._]

Legacy of Seokga

# Senior

# 21

♡coded by uxie♡

THE FILE ;;​

name: Zero Cho
nickname: Z, although the more obnoxious ones insist upon calling her some variation of zee-zee
age: 21
gender: Female
sexuality: Bisexual
place of birth: Chicago, Illinois
race/ethnicity: Korean American

VISAGE ;;​

Bloodied noses and bloodied knuckles, everything is a consequence of another consequence. Wayward are the souls that pass the broken glass in the alleyways, breach beyond the flashing streetlights and far from humanity. Where the rats gather and the smoke thickens she sits, dissolving between the margins of reality and resistance. Inky locks reflect the midnight under purring LEDs, a carefully placed fringe lining an indifferent set of eyebrows over an otherwise piercing gaze. They flicker only slightly, playing a part as they’ve always done, lips twitching into a knowing smirk.
“you ready to play boys?”

face claim: Kim Hyung-Seo

PERSONA ;;​

A gambler dealt by an unforgiving hand, Zero had a name once, she thinks. One that actually meant something, one born from love, and not hate. A past as foggy as the smoke that gathers above the craps table, Z is a girl that comes from nowhere. A person who, both detached and unattached, only assumes a presence when trouble finally catches up to her. And isn’t that what she is? Trouble? Like a bad habit, a vice, Zero is unable to shake the desire, the lust for victory, for laugher and for riches. She hardly needs them anymore of course, yet she continues to cheat, to lie and to steal, like a devil made walking. She figures that hell would be waiting if she weren’t already in it.

skills: gambling- specifically blackjack & poker ; lying - with an astounding skill of improvisation ; cheating - be it people or tests, where there is a will there is always a way ; excellent at card shuffling ; a distracting presence in general but most fruitful when she needs it ; on her to way becoming America’s most talented escape artist :3

MYTHOS FILE ;;
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status: Legacy
child/descendant of: Seokga, the god of trickery
grade: Junior
dorm: Legatum
reputation: ‘’Watch your pockets’’ they whisper, they warn, as if she only takes what shines, what is green. A thief, a conman, there have been worse words to describe Zero, funnier ones, too. Yet she remains defensive, retorts through sneers and mockery, as if the occasional wallet hasn’t peered out of her back pocket, as if she was born an innocent, a representation of every good virtue, like a Virgin Mary. But everyone knows what she is, what she does, and may the divine help those who have yet to find out.

vision: A night where a single breath could slip in the fog, Zero shivered as she walked the streets alone. Alone but with her pockets full, this was her design. Black irises flickered left and right as her suspicion began to brew. Quiet. It was too quiet. She stopped in her tracks, he did too. He did too.

In a flash the girl reached for her blade- a small pocket knife that could cut deep enough at the right moment. You can’t kill a god, but she was willing to try. “Who are you?” she spat, venom staining her voice. She’d had her fair share of confrontations, had been found on both sides of a weapon, but in her gut, she could tell that this time was different.

He did not respond.

“You…” she breathed, realization brewing on her face

“What do you want?”

An expression of sorrow, fathers are only sorry when it is too late, when the night can erase what they have done, or what they haven’t done. Zero hated him long before she’d even met him.

“I have not been good my child, I know” A step forward, a step back. A broken waltz between a grandfather and his granddaughter.

“Your mother… she deserved better”

She didn’t say anything, still, the knife lingered in the air, a half-threat, a hesitancy caused by the foundations of ancestral blood.

“I wasn’t there for her… But I could be, for you”

Words that had never been spoken to her before, how could the divine God of tricks be so sincere? She looked at him for a long time, pondering her answer, her trust. It was a cruel world out there, a truth she’d learned far too early, a world where she would never be safe, feel safe. A world where she was alone.

She lowered the knife.

“Tell me everything”

ABILITIES ;;
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powers: Object Appearance Manipulation, Slight shape-shifting
gift: A pair of dice, representing something she has yet to learn. One black and one white, she swears they move on their own sometimes.
strengths: Convincing, some would say almost enticing, seductive if she plays the right cards. With a wit stronger than any wine and the agility of a jaguar, Zero, with enough training, with enough focus, could be something of a weapon.
weaknesses: Zero is a vice made walking, with few good intentions and fewer friends. She often gives in to the adrenaline, leading to recklessness and consequence. And her powers, although seemingly advanced, have yet to remain consistent. With personas that break and switch without intention, to objects that reveal themselves as they truly are; she’s certain it’s a karmic response every single time.

HISTORY ;;​

I.
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Zero was never wanted. Her mother had always made sure she knew that, in between every bottle and every joint, in between life and death. The daughter of a god, the daughter of deceit, her mother was something holy in her best moments, and something hellish in her worst. But Zero never knew which side she’d meet first.

II.
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“Gods don’t care about us,” her mother told her one night, cigarette an apparition before her lips “look at how we live, look at what we’ve become.” The apartment was a void that reeked of abandonment, yet was the result of something very much living: pain, addiction. Earlier that day she’d barrelled through every door and ever cupboard, demanding her fix, the scraps that Zero had hid. She’d been hiding things from her since before she realized that she too, could do the same. The girl stared at her though her a blackened eye. Her mother was the kind of woman that caused calamities and blamed it on God.

III.
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Yet she always returned, continued the cycle when she shouldn’t have. Zero was a lousy student, took to the alleyways rather than her classes, though she was often commended for having vast potential. The possibilities rather than her reality, then and there. She paid the price of life early, paid the price of having godly blood in her, how destructive it could be. And she figured she would continue to, unless she left behind what would leave her, if only for a small fix.

Staring down at her mother’s sleeping body, Zero didn’t even utter a goodbye. What could she say to the woman who was never her mother, but would always be her mother?
Nothing.

​

 

[armeen]

Niran Bhongam

#Legacy of Phra Phrom

#Bright Vachirawit

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[sollie]

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.‶
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  Siobhan Brennan

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  age.

  
  
  

  20

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  gender.

  
  
  

  Cisfemale

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  sexuality.

  
  
  

  Bisexual

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  place of birth.

  
  
  

  Dingle, Ireland

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  ethnicity.

  
  
  

  Irish

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  height.

  
  
  

  163 cm (5ft 4in)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  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.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  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...

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  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.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Siobhan has several piercings in both ears.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  distinguishing features.

  
  
  

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

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Luca Hollestelle.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Nothing about Siobhan Brennan resembles the doom and gloom her peers believed she was destined for. While not the most outwardly extroverted individual, her bright outlook on the world affords her a certain liveliness that others often look past. Concealed optimism, as a child, at least, was her superpower. When things got tough, Siobhan believed they would get better. It was the balance of life. Rain came to bring water to the Earth and while the rain often caused some discomfort, the sun would come out to kiss the rain soaked grounds again. Everything had balance, and Siobhan was no different.
  
  Though not an explosive socializer, Siobhan exudes fiery passion. Her heart is dedicated to things she deems worthy. Fierce in her resolve to stand up for what she believes is right and unyielding to influence by others, once her mind is set, its stupidly difficult to change it. In addition to her positive demeanor, Siobhan's moods can swing like a violent pendulum. If even one thing sets the pendulum swinging, there's no stopping it and those in its path are destined to get hurt. With her short-temper often getting the best of her, harsh words, thoughtless actions, and a few too many fights make Siobhan someone to be careful around, should they wish to cause a fight with her. Still, true to her heart and listening to her head second, Siobhan fends off any resemblance to her mother in personage.
  
  Or so she thinks. The Phantom Queens, Guardian of the Death, and her child are not so different. Vengeful in nature, balanced, omens of fortune, and frightening in their own accord, Siobhan shares far more traits with Mórrígan then she wish to admit. Her time at the Mythos Academy has been fending off those similarities which threaten to bubble to the surface every day.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Sunsets, Summer Time, Fireflies, The Ocean, Late Nights, The Stars, Quiet Rooms, Libraries.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Backstabbing, Being Undermined, Winter, Overconfidence, Crowded Places, Horror Films, Nightmares, Dreams.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  detail-oriented, listens well, great memory, good swordfighting skills.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Death, premonitions about those close to her, the time between dusk and dawn.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  “If you are the light, if your enemies are darkness, then there’s nothing that you cannot justify.”

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  War, death, and fate. Three things innately human. Three things innately tied to Siobhan Brennan. And three things Siobhan was convinced she'd never experienced until her 18th birthday.
  
  Her father was clumsy, a Sheep Hearder who'd grown up in Dingle his entire life. Cian Brennan was the kind of man who liked his solitude, alone with the dogs and with the hoards of sheep, the man was content to his isolation. After all, growing up in a family of six brothers and four sisters, he'd gotten his fill of socialization during his childhood and adolescence. Still, he was only human. And companionship, much like other innately human traits, was a deep ache he felt each and every day. Her mother, or so was described by Cian, was a beautiful woman, impossibly so. Cian swore up and down she was a shapeshifter of sorts, possessing the looks of something otherworldly.
  
  Of course, in her youth, Siobhan took this as an old man longing for his long lost love. But that's besides the point. Her mother was charming, beautiful, and most of all, kind to Cian. She fulfilled his need for companionship, if only for a few fleeting moments, providing the grey, sullen days of winter on the Irish Isle with laughter, love and hearth in his old family home which was so familiar with winter solitude. Of course, with the fleeting nature of all things human, her mother soon disappeared when the warmth of spring returned. Cian was left with a hole in his heart, promising to wait for the woman til the end of his day. Though Cian never exchanged vows, he promised 'til death do us apart'.
  
  Of course, Siobhan's mother didn't just leave Cian with heartache. She left him with a child.
  
  In the hot, sweltering months of July, her mother and a baby Siobhan showed up. She was left in the care of Cian and her mother? Never seen again. For his hearts sake, her father assumed she was dead, caught by a summer rain storm, a mud slide, or some terrible fate that would be more bearable than being abandoned. Siobhan, however, was his new love, the light of his life in the darkness times. While she served as a reminder of his lost love, Siobhan provided Cian something he hadn't experienced in twenty years; a family.
  
  A baby, as Cian quickly discovered, was difficult to raise. Siobhan cried and whined, and when she wasn't crying or whining, the girl was getting into trouble. Thankfully, babies don't stay babies for long. And Siobhan was a quick learner. From the time she was old enough to walk, her father began allowing her to help with the sheep. The girl was eager to play with the creatures, and especially the sheep herding dog, Nellie, a rambunctious but well trained Border Collie which took Siobhan under her wing as the two chased the sheep across the rolling fields. Siobhan's youth was filled with work, love, and affection from her father, she was taught the ways of the farm, how to shear a sheep, how to feed them, how to know when the vet was needed to be called out. And Siobhan was content. Content in learning her father's way, in spending time with him, in the peace and simple life the farm offered.
  
  Siobhan distinctly remembered her first day of primary school. Her father traveled nearly twenty minutes to get her to school, which Siobhan thought was excessive. He insisted she deserved the best. The best didn't come. What came instead, was the lingering gazes of her peers as she entered the school, clutching tightly to her pink light up backpack and readjusting the tutu-ask skirt she'd worn to give her best impression. Still, the impression her peers received was a gloomy little girl with a bad staring problem and a shadowy disposition. It took her too long to adjust, too long to make friends, and eventually, Siobhan decided, having lots of friends wasn't a priority. Excelling in her classes, making her father proud, and moving from year 1 to year 2 was her priority. And so she experienced it, each year after year, climbing in class ranks, helping at the farm, traveling to and from Dingle to school each morning, and watching as her father aged.
  
  Similarly to her primary school experience, secondary school focused on schooling and helping on the farm. With each year that passed by, she took on more and more responsibility, her father unable to do what he had in his youth. She felt herself becoming bitter, angry and spiteful that time took so much from people. From her. When her father began speaking fondly of death was when that spite doubled. "Death is beauty, in all her glory and grace. It reminds us what precious time we spend on Earth." He would say, speaking to her as though she were a woman, a tangible thing that could be quantified in physical form. It couldn't. And Siobhan reminded him constantly that death was far, far away from him. She'd protect him from it, if it was the last thing she did.
  
  Unfortunately, she never got a chance to show her fists to the fearsome face of death.
  
  It was the night before her eighteenth birthday, all the windows in the house were open, a humid, ocean breeze blowing through the house as Cian and Siobhan ate dinner. One more year of school and she'd be off to uni, away from her father, the farm, and from Dingle. Unless she chose to stay... Which her father protested against. He'd always wanted the best and only the best for Siobhan. In her mind, staying with him, taking care of the farm... that was for the best. Regardless, their night was filled with the usual joyous chatter about the day, plans for the next day. Cian promised to take her to an amusement park for her eighteenth birthday-- they had a big day planned anyways.
  
  "Bright and early, da." Siobhan grinned as she hung in the door, parting for the night. "Goodnight. Love you."
  
  "I love you too, Siobhan."
  
  Sleep came easy to her that night, the hot air cradling her in a dreamless sleep. Until it wasn't. A nightmare rocked Siobhan, sending her jerking up, breathless and sweating. She never worried about nightmares, but she chalked it up to the hot air. Taking a walk always eased her mind and so she took it upon herself, with Nellie at her side, to depart from the home and take a walk through the rolling hills, kissed by the twinkling stars as waves crashed violently on the rocky shore. One minute she'd been standing, and the next she was woken by Nellie licking her face, coming too from some sort of fainting episode.
  
  She found out that morning that death not only visited her in her dream, but visited to collect her father. Left with a funeral to attend, and an academy to find, Siobhan's life changed that morning. Declaring war against her mother, trapped by fate and death, she was soon whisked away to Mythos Academy, where she yet again found difficulty finding where or how she fit into the strange puzzle of the university.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  Mórrígan, The Phantom Queen, Goddess of Death, Destiny, and Battle.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Sophomore.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Mortem.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Perception and reality are a tricky thing, particualrly at Mythos. Of course, with the stigma surronding Mortem and it’s occupants, the reputation of those residing there is sure to be just as tricky and strange. Siobhan seems much more fit for the rolling hills of Ireland than to the somber, gothic confines of the Mortem dorms. Of course, it’s all perception. Her refined attempt at giving a good impression has done the bare minimum to keep her head above water at Mythos. Being the daugher of a death deity had it’s stigma. That and the whole prophecies and whatnot… Thankfully, none have faced the brute of her hot-headed nature… Yet. Particular persons know how to pick and get under her skin and she’s bound to explode one of these days. Other than that, Siobhan flies just below the radar, not significant enough to cause a stir, not different enough to be picked out of the crowd. Due to her academic success as well, the Professors don’t find her a nuisance. But like many things, especially prophecies and the future, all of it remains to be seen...

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  The night of her 18th birthday she awoke from a horrible nightmare. As she walked through the pastures, suddenly she began falling down, down into a pit of nothing. After what felt like an eternity of falling, she came to, a small amount of light illuminating the area she sat. Sand surrounded her body, but she had a feeling it wasn't just sad. Out of the shadows, a woman emerged... With three shadows following her. Siobhan didn't even take a moment-- she knew this woman was her mother. Impossibly beautiful, inhumanly ethereal... The daughter of the Guardian of Death, the most fearsome and horrifying of all the deities of death... It felt as though Siobhan was being told she was the daughter of the Devi. Which wasn't exactly wrong... But she wasn't Catholic. And this was her mom she was talking about. Regardless, Mórrígan, her mother, told her the truth, and the possibility of her future. She also told Siobhan her father would be coming home, which Siobhan didn't understand until she came to from her vision.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  powers.

  
  
  

  Precognition: The purported psychic phenomenon of seeing, or otherwise becoming directly aware of, events in the future.
  
  Precognitive Dreaming: A subcategory of precognition, one is capable of perceiving future events via dreams.
  
  Death Vision: The ability to sense coming death, sensing someone has died or will die in a specific area.
  
  Danger Detection: The ability to detect impending threats. Sense near danger, acute danger, potential immediate danger, or impending danger and sense unwanted or hectic threats allowing them to possibly avoid said danger. (*weakest of the abilities)
  Drawbacks
  
  Precognition: Confusing and often muddled visions which aren't necessarily in order of occurrence. Thanks to her mother's prophetic ability, many visions are more prophecy than solid future. Interpretation of visions is a huge part of the ability. Many visions come to her hours or moments before they occur. Of course, bad things never get too much warning too them. Fate's tricky like that.
  
  Precognitive Dreams: Dreams may be too abstract to discern meaning. May be forgotten like so many other dreams. Could be confused for a regular dream or the vice versa.
  
  Death Vision: Similarly to her precognition, her Death Vision is rarely in time to save one from their own death. Oftentimes uncontrollable and varied, it takes extreme concentration to conjure a Death Vision that's actually useful. And even when it's in time, it leaves Siobhan with a splitting headache and some recovery time.
  
  Danger Detection: Difficult to limit, difficult to control, encourages paranoia or irritation, difficult to target the epicenter of danger. In short, unpredictable and occasionally unreliable.
  
  Migraine's: Mortal punishment as a result of her non-mortal abilities? Of course. As a result of a precognition or death vision, oftentimes, a migraine will follow in suite.
  
  Insomnia: If precognitive dreams occur to frequently, Siobhan's sleep schedule goes all out of whack. After all, you can't have confusing dreams of the future if you're not sleeping right?
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  gift.

  
  
  

  A stupid amulet was all she got from her mom. A stupid metal amulet. She still doesn't know why it's valuable but she wears it every day, regardless. Siobhan isn't sure what it does, but it's inscribed with a crow and perhaps it will come in use one day.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  strengths.

  
  
  

  Physically Strong: Despite her terrible headaches, thanks to growing up on the farm, Siobhan's pretty strong for a human. She doesn't measure up to her demigod or legacy peers though.
  
  Intelligent: It takes a lot to interpret visions sometimes, but Siobhan's gotten exceptionally well at doing so.
  
  Swords: Prophecies and sensing if someone's dead or not don't really protect you from monster's. But a sword and some good swordsmanship does.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknessess.

  
  
  

  Interpretation: Many times, visions are confusing and muddled. If Siobhan takes the wrong thread of a vision, she could lead those involved on a wild goose chase. Or to an early death. It's a tricky tightrope to walk.
  
  Human: Of course, being a demigod, Siobhan still has human blood running through her. Because of this, she is vulnerable to quite a few many human ailments, injuries, and illnesses.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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Laurie Jeong.

# daughter of iris

# young sandra oh

♡coded by uxie♡

Laurie Jeong.

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  full name.

  
  
  

  Laurie Jeong

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  age.

  
  
  

  22

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  gender.

  
  
  

  cisfemale

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  sexuality.

  
  
  

  Bisexual

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  place of birth.

  
  
  

  Clearwater, Washington

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  ethnicity.

  
  
  

  Korean-American

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  visage.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height.

  
  
  

  158 cm (5ft 2in)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weight.

  
  
  

  53kg (117bs)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair.

  
  
  

  Long black wavy hair. Wild and often tucked behind her ears.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes.

  
  
  

  Black eyes, striking and full of emotion.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  build.

  
  
  

  Not particularly strong looking. While she takes care of her body, her goal isn't to fight with her fists.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  attire.

  
  
  

  Relaxed clothing. Lots of flannels, tank tops, sandals, loose pants. Optimal for outdoor adventures and comfort.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  body mods.

  
  
  

  N/A

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  distinguishing features.

  
  
  

  Incredibly expressive. Wild hair. Super emphatic with her gestures. Her face doesn't hide her emotions well-- you'll know in three seconds what she's thinking.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  face claim.

  
  
  

  Sandra Oh.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  psyche.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  Laurie is confident, strong and unafraid to speak her mind. She is driven in her endeavors, espeically on the academic front, and beleives knowledge is far more powerful than fists. She’s hyper-intelligent and her ambition takes prescdent to everything else. While Laurie wouldn’t consider herself a natural born leader, her straight-forward nature and “no bullshit” attitude make her a person that leads well. She is bold and blunt, unapologetically and unabashedly sharing her opinions without a filter. Don’t like what she has to say? That’s too bad. Grow up. While Laurie is certain in herself, she finds softer emotions redunant and unprotective, often caring little about said emotions. For herself, this meaning pushing anything that she deems as not useful below the surface and bottling things up.
  
  She believes in doing things for herself, setting herself up for successful, and often forgets about others. She is one-track minded when it comes to her success and it takes a great deal of work to break that. Not as self-righteous as other people, Laurie certainly ends up falling into morally grey territory more often than she realizes. Highly judgemental of others, Laurie Jeong will make it known if she looks down on someone. While she doesn’t preach peace and love and non-violence like her mother supposedly does, she only uses combat as a means for self defense. This means all her training is purely defensive, rather than offensive.
  
  Laurie is a free spirit who appears to not care much about other people’s opinions of her. But perhaps, below the surface, she is searching for acceptance that she didn’t recieve in her family.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  likes.

  
  
  

  Nature, mornings, archery, debating, frogs, owls, old movies, music.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes.

  
  
  

  Stupid people, helpless people, shy people, laziness, unmotivated people, being cold, strawberries, swimming.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skills.

  
  
  

  detail-oriented, listens well, great memory, good swordfighting skills.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears.

  
  
  

  Water, drowning.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  ❛❛

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  “I don't need you but I want you back. ”

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  history.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  TW: DROWNING
  
  Philip Jeong was a man that loved the woods more than anything. Unlike his siblings, who aspired to careers that would provide them great wealth and even more success and pride from his family, Phillip wished for nothing more than to bask in the serenity of nature every day of his life. Of course, finding a job that sustained himself and also correlated to his interest was a bit different. He’d grown up in Washington State his entire life, gone one backpacking trips with his older brother through the National park, and explored the state for it’s ever present beauty and finally decided that post-grad he would work as a Park Ranger.
  
  Thriving as a Park Ranger, Phillip eventually married a lawyer from Seattle that was in Forks for buisness. It took a lot of convincing to get Eleanor to move to Forks, away from the city, but Phillip was very convincing. Over the years, Phillip and Eleanor had Elena and Leo, and the pair were growing unhappy together. Eleanor missed the city, fussed at Phillip constantly, and hated many things that made him happy… He began working more and more to avoid staying at home, where Eleanor took care of the children, focusing on his job.
  
  One fateful day, he met Iris. Warm, friendly eyes, long dark hair, and a kind face, Iris was one of the most enchanting people Phillip had ever met. She smiled with one side of her mouth, her eyes full of happiness and joy. She seemed to be a freespirit, a backpacker hiking up the West Coast. One thing led to another, and Phillip slept with Iris. Of course, he quickly realized this was a mistake. He would never tell Elenaor of his fleeting mistake. But eight months later when Iris showed up again with a baby, it was a bit more difficult to hide things from his wife.
  
  Though there were a few turbulant months between the couple, Eleanor eventually agreed to take care of Laurie, who she would raise as her own child, warning Phillip to never make a mistake like this again. Though Eleanor raised Laurie, she did not love the girl. Laurie served as a reminder of her husbands disloyalty and as such, a deep seeded resentment of the child began to bloosom. To patch up there relationship, another child was born and eventually, the five siblings were growing and learning together.
  
  Laurie, the middle child and the only child not belonging to Eleanor, always felt like a sore thumb amoungst the others. Elena, her older sister, was closer to a mother than Eleanor had ever been, dressing Laurie for school, making sure she had lunch packed, and defending the young girl whenever she was picked on at school. Searching for anything to soothe the ache and longing she had for a mother, Phillip suggested perhaps Laurie take up a sport. Swimming, of course, happened to be Laurie’s favorite. And she was good at it. Fast, strong, and adept in the water, the girl had no problem quickly progressing and becoming a talented swimmer.
  
  Helping her older siblings take care of the younger ones, Laurie threw herself into her school work and into her swimming, studying late into the night and swimming until her limbs felt numb. She competed at a state level, before going all the way to nationals. Sooner or later, Laurie Jeong might have even gone to the Olympics.
  
  Unforutnately, that didn’t happen.
  
  Eleanor’s resentment was suffocating, consuming her entire being. She hated Laurie deeply, the more she grew up, the more fierce Eleanor’s hatrered grew. One summer evening, Laurie was swimming laps in the family pool, practicing for the upcoming summer swim meet, when Eleanor emerged. Laurie, sixteen at the time, had come to except her mother’s distance from her, but any sign she was warming up thrilled the girl, who really was just looking for a mother. Eleanor, in a fit of drunken rage, joined Laurie in the pool. One thing led to another, and the older woman was holding Laurie beneath the water, hands securely planted on her throat. Laurie was going to drown. She was going to suffocate. Whatever it was, Laurie knew her life was going to end if she couldn’t stop Eleanor. The girl thrashed, beating her arms against her mother, kicking her legs. Her throat filled with water. Her vision became spotty.
  
  It was only seconds before she lost consiousness that Leo, home early from work, was able to jump in and stop Eleanor.
  
  From that moment on, Laurie refused to get in the water. She stopped swimming compeltely. Of course when Phillip discovered what happened, he was furious. And subseqeuntly, he and Eleanor divorced.
  
  No matter how many therpists Laurie spoke to, no many how many excersises she did to try and get her back into the water, she refused. Her swimming was career was over. And with only her intellect left to provide her some sort of purpose, Laurie dedicated all her time to studying. When she wasn’t studying and during the summer, she joined her father at Olympic National Park, or her brother at the Outdoor Store he ran, working as a cashier when she could.
  
  Two weeks after her eighteenth birthday, on a backpacking trip with her father, brother, and older sister, she had her vision, which revealed the painful truth of her heritage. Daughter of Iris. Kind of a stupid and unnesecary goddess in her opinion, but still her mother. Her siblings were either grown or in good hands, so leaving her home to go to Mythos, while difficult, wasn’t devestating for her siblings.
  
  Once arriving at Mythos Academy, Laurie certainly didn’t prove herself to be the child of a rainbow goddess. In fact, she was half certain the vision was more so a hallucination or a bad dream— Laurie wasn’t all rainbows and kittens. But, with academics to focus on, she could throw herself into that with no issue… Top of the class was her aim and with her intelligent and persistance… there’s no way she’d miss it.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  mythos & more

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  status.

  
  
  

  Demigoddess

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  parent.

  
  
  

  Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow and the messenger of the Olympian Gods.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  grade.

  
  
  

  Junior.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dorm.

  
  
  

  Silva?.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  reputation.

  
  
  

  Judgemental, driven, and confident in herself, Laurie has made quite the mark on Mythos. With a talent for making enemies quick, the daughter of Iris is unafraid to speak her mind and tell her classmates just what she’s thinking. With her blunt and straight-up attitude, she if often not favored by those that cannot handle the truth. Respected by some for her straight-forward opinion and disliked by others, Laurie could care less what others think of her, so long as she is succedding. An academic weapon, she is highly respected by her Professors for her driven nature and her hyper-intelligence. She wishes to make a name for herself at Mythos, be it in missions or class. Though she makes enemies quick, Laurie likes knowing a lot about her classmates so she likely knows a little bit of information on a large majority of people. Basically, she’s in the know abotu a lot of stuff and can get you information on most anything happening in the school.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  To say her mother came to her in a light show would be a gross understatement for what happened. As she laid under the stars on a backpacking trip with her brothers, gazing up at the sky in awe, suddenly, Laurie was assualted with any and every color imagable, wioth her mother appearing in a burst of color. She revealed herself to be Iris, Goddess of Rainbows and Messanger of the Gods. Which… Laurie thought was kind of stupid. Either way, Iris told Laurie of her poteintial as a demigoddess and a school that could help her hone her gifts.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  powers.

  
  
  

  Photokinesis | Light Manipulation | The user can shape, create, and manipulate visible light. They can control the primary properties of visible light which includes intensity, propagation direction, frequency, and polarization.
  
  Blindness Inducement | The user can induce temporary blindness in other beings and greatly hinder opponents by taking away one of their greatest sensory abilities temporarily.
  
  Hallucikinesis | Illusion Manipulation | Through utilizing her ability to create, shape and manipulate light, she can create illusions.
  
  Drawbacks
  
  Photokinesis | Light Manipulation | While she can create a certain amount of light on her own, it is incredibly taxing. It is far easier to manipulate and shape preexisting light. Weaker against those with Darkness Manipulation.
  
  Blindness Inducement |Opponents that rely on other sense other than sight may not be hindered by this. Must be able to see the target to induce blindness. Temporary. Must close eyes/use protective eyewear to avoid the effects of it.
  
  Hallucikinesis | Illusion Manipulation | When creating images, the user must can only create illusions from memory. This means when creating people, if they don't remember a mole on the face, it will not appear, alternating the believability of the illusion.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  strengths.

  
  
  

  Hyper-Intelligent: Laurie is incredibly smart and even more clever. She is excellent at finding solutions, solving tricky situations, and puzzle-solving!
  
  Leadership: Laurie is straight-forward and often finds herself being a good leader because she doesn't beat around the bush for anything. In mission situations, she is ready to change and adapt for any situation.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknessess.

  
  
  

  Human: Of course, being a demigod, Laurie still has human blood running through her. Because of this, she is vulnerable to quite a few many human ailments, injuries, and illnesses.
  
  Self-Defense: Laurie refuses to use her abilities to hurt another person-- She will only use in to defend others and protect herself.
  
  Hydrophobic: Laurie refuses to get on a boat, go in bodies of water, anything of the sort.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  It's Called: Freefall

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Rainbow Kitten Surprise.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[sollie]

Carmen Canek

daughter of hacha'kyum

lizeth selene

♡coded by uxie♡

Carmen Canek.

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  Carmen Canek

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  20

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  cisfemale

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Pansexual

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Acapulco, Mexico

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  ethnicity.

  
  
  

  Mexican

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  height.

  
  
  

  152 cm (5ft 0in)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  53kg (117bs)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dark brown, wavy/soft curls, long.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  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.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Lizeth Selene.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Despite being a child of the night, Carmen is as bright as they come. Like the north star burning bright and leading the way through darkness, Carmen shines brightly, ever the optimsitc, with an effervescant smile almost always on her face. She’s all laughs and giggles. A fan of the comedic, if Carmen isn’t joking with you, she is certainly pulling a joke on someone. A prankster at the heart, the child of Hacha’Kyum is most in her element when she is joking around. Need a class clown? Call Carmen Canek.
  
  
  Through wide smiles and jests, Carmen hides any seed of discontent well through sparkling eyes and dazzling grins. What lies below the surface is a woman in need of validation and acceptance by her peers. Faux confidence hides her attentions seeking, and she brushes any instance of insecurity off as sarcastic remarks. Sometimes her jokes are hurtful, but she never means to hurt anyone with, almost always checking in when she feels her joking has gone too far.
  
  
  Carmen ADORES making people smile and laugh. It’s the easiest way to feel wanted by others and she knows she’s good at it. She is an extreme extrovert, wanting to be around people at all times of the day. With her friends and those she’s close to, Carmen is incredibly physically affectionate.
  
  Though Carmen perhaps appears to be a troublemaker on the outside, all her fun is in good nature. She follows the rules, for the most part, and upholds her beliefs solidly. She’s loyal and trustworthy, always a friend to lean on when the going gets tough. This trait also leads her often into the mediator position when conflict arises. She finds much discomfort in verbal arguments or tense situations and avoids this as much as possible, trying to diffuse them rather than solving them. Overall, this child of the night is bubbly, happy, and enjoys a good joke any day of the week.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Music, weed, dancing, drinking, funny movies, star gazing, astronomy, astrology, making people laugh, sunshine, the beach, the ocean, sand, swimming, people!!
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes.

  
  
  

  Conflict, tension, math, gloomy environments, rain and thunderstorms, being alone, being excluded.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skills.

  
  
  

  Ever the optimist, bouncing ball energy, great encourager, team player, mediator, can throw a decent punch

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears.

  
  
  

  Being alone, being abandoned, dying.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  “I stay up late and I talk to the moon. ”

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  I. One With The Ocean
  
  Little toes sink into wet sand, small body sinking deep into the grainy beach as waves crash over her tiny feet. The sun burns the back of her neck but she doesn’t care, basking in the warm sunlight like a snake on the rock. Only a moment later when her oldest sister comes running down the beach and scoops Carmen up in her hands. “Sofía!” The little girl squeals, her older sister holding tightly as they spin, threatening to fall into the water. “¡Me asustaste! ¡Qué sucede contigo!” Carmen cries, throwing her arms around the older girl. “Es hora de cenar. Mamá quiere que vuelvas a casa, pollita! ¡Vamos, pollita! ¡Haremos una carrera!” Sofía drops Carmen, giving her only a few seconds to stbalize herself before she runs off, kicking up san. “Isla! Jose! ¡Vamos!” Sofía cries out. Carmen does her best to catch up with her older siblings but their legs are much longer, they cover far more ground than her stumpy little legs. “¡Esperar!” Carmen cries, holding her hands up to wave to her siblings as she scoops her school bags up. “Wait for me!” She cries, not wanting to be left behind. Her siblings were always running ahead, leaving Carmen to run as fast as she could catch up.
  
  Luckily, this time, Samuel wouldn’t let the youngest Canek get left behind. Scooping the girl up, he tossed her quickly on his back. “Hold on tight.” Her brother grinned with a mischevious smile. It was only fair Carmen won at least one race before they moved away from Acapulo. She didn’t know what Méixco City would hold, but she knew it wouldn’t be as fun as chasing crabs in the sand or splashing salty water at her friends on summer days. She would miss the salty air of Acapulo more than she knew. Laughing mischeviously, the two siblings finally surpassed their brother and sister, crying out triumphantly as they ran the few blocks home. Though Carmen didn’t know it, this would be the last bit of home she would have for a while.
  
  II. Overview of her History
  
  Born to Aitor and Elena Canek, Carmen was the last child born to the Canek family. The last of 7 children, she wasn’t unfamilar with being forgotten. She was often taken care of by her oldest sisters, Sofía and Isabella, who filled in with their mother and father were away at work. Busy professors, Aitor and Elena did not have time to take care of their children as much as they’d like. As such, Elena would often cook meals and leave the children to fend for themselves, creating a strange isolation between children and parents. She and her siblings, though vastly differnet in perosnality and age, were incredibly close, relying on each other for everything. Food, walking to school, studying, picking out clothes, buying school supplies. The younger siblings relied on their older siblings to take care of them as parents would.
  
  When Carmen was 7, she and her family moved to Mexico City where her parents began working at the top University in Méixco; Universidad Nacional Autónoma de Méixco. Mexico City was strange, far more popualted than Acapulo. No longer could she run out to the sandy shores and dive into salty seas. Though her time in Méixco City was breif, it was cold, isolating and ended in tragedy. One winter evening, the Canek siblings recieved word that their parents had been in a fatal car accident. No survivors. Leaving the siblings without parents.
  
  Sofía, who was old enough to take care of her siblings and support them, decided to move back to Acapulo where their aunts and uncles could provide additional support. They would move back into their childhood home and continue their lives before Méixco City. Carmen began middle school at a private bilingual school, where she partipated in soccer and music classes.
  
  Where she found her true passion is when she enrolled in music classes and began playing the cello. Though she cared not for classical music, her introduction to the string instrument soon translated into her love of guitar. She taught herself how to play and eventually picked up the bass before begging her sister to help her take lessons. It took her away from the tragedy of her parents loss and provided her something to forget. She even started a band with her friends…
  
  III. Vision
  
  When Carmen turned 18, lying out on an empty beach, peering at the sky, her vision came to her in the form of a hallucination. The more she stared at the sky, the stranger it was. An image of a mans face appeared in the stars, not only freaking Carmen but defintely making her feel like she was dying. Did someone give her laced canabis?? Was she having a seizure? Eventually, her father explained to her the divinity which ran through her veins. She wasn’t daughter of Aitor Canek, but daughter of the great Hacha’kyum, God of Stars and Heavenly Bodies. She was different from her siblings— She was powerful. She had greatness etched into her very being. And Mythos Academy would guide her through her path to become truly great.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  Child of the Night? More like life of the party! The optimistic extrovert Carmen is known by all as a class clown and a jokester. She loves making friends, and loves making people happy even more. While you won't always catch her high as kite, the girl has a tendency of coming to her classes a bit baked. While she's not the academic weapon her siblings are, she tries her best when she feels like in class. She cares far more for making friends then passing her classes. She's certainly known for her disdain of conflict and the fact that she will outright run away from conflict should it arise. Maybe not the best person to have on a mission, Carmen's certainly not as brave as some of her fellow demigods. All in all, she just wants people to get along and love each other! Peace and love and whatnot, regardless of who you are or who you came from and she makes that known. Baked, Bubbly and Beautiful Carmen Canek!

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  cWhen Carmen turned 18, lying out on an empty beach, peering at the sky, her vision came to her in the form of a hallucination. The more she stared at the sky, the stranger it was. An image of a mans face appeared in the stars, not only freaking Carmen but defintely making her feel like she was dying. Did someone give her laced canabis?? Was she having a seizue? Eventually, her father explained to her the divinity which ran through her veins. She wasn’t daughter of Aitor Canek, but daughter of the great Hacha’kyum, God of Stars and Heavenly Bodies. She was different from her siblings— She was powerful. She had greatness etched into her very being. And Mythos Academy would guide her through her path to become truly great.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Wishing Star
  
  Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight: I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.
  Carmen isn't in the business of secrets, but her unique ability to grant wishes perhaps makes her a conduit for secret telling. Bestowed with the gift of granting wishes (no, not magic genie style), she can fulfill tangible wishes of those who confide their wish to her. Though, it comes at a cost. Firstly, one must gift Carmen iron, gold, silver, or platinum, all elements that make up stardust. Secondly, the one wishing mustn't utter the wish to anyone else. A stupid rule her father came up with, but one that must be honored. If the words are spoken aloud to any party that isn't Carmen, the wish will no longer be fulfilled.
  
  Black Hole Creation
  
  Capable of creating black holes, this ability while incredibly volatile, works well for eradicating creatures. This ability is destructive, dangerous, and indiscriminate. Controlling this ability is difficult. Even one second without concentrating and destruction is inevitable. Using this ability sparingly is crucial. With enough precision, one can generate black holes defensively, sucking in the attacks or weapons of aggressors, completely nullifying any form of offense that may be inflicted. However, users may not be immune to the effects of the black holes they create.
  
  Bio-Stellar Manipulation
  
  They can create, shape, and manipulate self-generated extra-stellar force. They can harness, control, and even manifest stellar energies, substances, and forces with their biofield.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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Echo Leiber

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Get Stupid || Violent || Make Me Wanna Die || People I Don't Like || Los Ageless || Bad Reputation || Dolls

• Echo
• Appearance
• Body Modifications
• Personality
• Lifestyle
• File
• History
• Abilities

• Name	Echo Leiber
  Nickname	Lei-Lei
  Age	19
  Height	5'4"
  Weight	119 lbs || 54 Kg
  Hair Color	Dirty Blonde
  Eye Color	Hazel
  Sexuality	Pan
  Ethnicity	Latvian
  Hometown	Riga, Latvia

• Long blonde hair, with eyes that like looking into the tumultuous ocean. Echo stands taller than her actual height allows, making up for her lack thereof with spunk and posture. Her every movement is calculated, carefully holding herself as a predator might. In a casual conversation, this demeanor drops and her movements become excited and thoughtless as she tries to act out what she wants to say. While on the Hunt she tends to sport lighter armor that has been polished to a sheen. Depending on her mood, or even just how things have been going for her, her nails can be any shade of nail polish or a simple nude coating that shines in the moonlight.
  
  Physically she is made of long narrow angles. Her musculature tends to hide under her skin so long as she isn't actively moving, though when she does it is easy to see that she is no stranger to exercise. Long slender fingers spell out most of what she wants to "say," and they tend to find their way into her hair unconsciously more often than not.
  
  Echo's clothing is as eclectic as her studies, changing drastically from day to day. At one time she may dress in comforting basic clothing, wearing her glasses and removing her nose ring; not caring at all who sees her and what they think. On other days, however, her outfits are painstakingly put together, piercings and all. Many of her accessories are stolen from what is currently popular among socialites, their fashion seeming so much more expressive in comparison to what is popular in olympian society. Cosmetic-wise, she is fond of dark colors and the "punk" look, but it isn't entirely uncommon for her to sport lighter colors, though when she is feeling particularly athletic she is forced to take into account that certain makeups run.
  

• Septum Piercing
  Helix Piercing	Left / Right
  Forward Helix Piercing	Left / Right
  Orbital Piercing	Left / Right
  Nipple Piercing	Left / Right
  Industrial Piercing	Left
  Transverse Lobe Piercing	Right
  Lobe Piercing	Right
  Daith Piercing	Right
  Tongue Piercing	Middle
  High Priestess Tattoo / Magician Tattoo	Front Right Thigh / Back Right Thigh
  Eye of Ra Tattoo	Right Foot
  Eye of Horus Tattoo	Left Rib Cage

• Quiet and fiercely competitive, Echo takes no pains to suffer fools. Her quick wit lends itself to her extremely extra personality; but to people who have earned her praise, she is fiercely protective. Many would consider her callous and rude, not caring to hide what she really feels, but deep down she is kind and thoughtful. To those who she cares for, her sentiments are precisely chosen and expressed with care. Wit is one of the defining aspects of Echo, and she looks for it in others. Her jokes are often smart and require a clever mind to fully appreciate. She loves to make people laugh so she can mimic the sound, and if someone finds her odd humor funny, it is especially endearing to her. However, she often finds herself at a loss in most social scenarios, taking long periods of time to answer or not answering at all. People get too caught up in the meaningless pursuit of posturing, and she finds it hard to relate at times.
  
  Her studies are often at the forefront of her thoughts, not the excellence of necessarily, but rather the mastery of. With practicality in mind, Echo often argues points of contention with the teaching staff. After all, if she can finish the course material, what matters how she achieves the end result? To that end, she often finds her grades subpar but passing, something she has learned to disregard for better or worse.
  
  One of the surefire ways to gain her acceptance is to beat her in a chariot race. Though she doesn't participate in any extracurricular activities involving the chariot, Echo is a very skilled driver. Her various abilities and very loose street racing rules often cause spectacular shows during the races, which are officially banned on campus; though this doesn't stop her.
  
  When she does get to have fun, she often lets loose, going out of her way to spend time with the people that are important to her and looking for increasingly exotic scenarios to share with them. Often this leads her to willingly break rules, and completely disregard authority. Perhaps her odd personality acts of rebellion are a way to lash out against her oppressive mother and the expectations placed on her. Regardless, Echo seems to live with her head equal parts in the clouds and in the books. Only when she is breaking the rules, hunting someone down, or hyperactively gesticulating about what she is passionate about does she ever seem fully grounded.
  
• Likes: The Hunt, Partying, True Crime, Good Food, Good Ink, Fast Cars, Mischief
  Dislikes: Squares, Downers, Irresponsible People, Low-Quality Art, Posers, Coconut, Straight-Edge People
  Hobbies: "Singing," Racing, Martial Arts, Car Tuning, Writing, Reading
  Quirks: Spacey, Mute, Obsessive Compulsive
  Fears: Going Unheard, Being Alone, Hera
  Skills: Tracking, Spearwork, Guerilla Warfare, Auto-Mechanic, Long-Distance Running
  
• Status: Demi-Nymph (Oread)
  Child of: Echo
  Grade: Freshman
  Dorm: Silva
  Reputation: Known as a troublemaker and prone to ditching class, Echo has built up quite a bad reputation, to the point that nearly everyone on campus at least knows of her a fact she takes great pride in. In Dorm Silva, she is an outlier, prone to very physical activities much like those of Dorm Viribus, though she doesn't care much for the implications. Rumors tend to go around about the disjointed songs that come echoing down the hallway from the Silva rec rooms late at night, much to her dismay.
  Vision: Echo had always been keen on singing. Her High School choir teacher always doted on her and when she was getting ready for the talent show, she was certain victory would be hers. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, when it was her turn to perform she found herself wracked with stage fright and unable to sing. A realization hit her; she wasn't nervous, she was unable to speak; her voice had suddenly disappeared. Suddenly she found herself in a forest, speaking to a powerful-looking woman who was accusing her of philandering with her husband. That woman stole her voice and left her to wander as a mute.
  
• Born in Riga Latvia Echo and her father moved to the states during her Freshman year in High School. Living in Los Angeles was an adventure for her, one she tackled with verve. In Latvia, she had learned to sing from a private tutor and her voice, in conjunction with her position on the track team, made her a very popular character in the school. Every year she participated in the talent show, singing a song she wrote herself about whoever she was dating at the time.
  
  In her free time, when she wasn't spending time with her friends, she usually helped her father restore their project car, read books he gave her, or practice her javelin toss. Watching her father's favorite memories would go on to be some of the most cherished memories she has of him. Life was good for a time, seemingly running the school with a pack of her friends, until that fateful day in her Senior year.
  
  Having gone through a particularly messy breakup, she had prepared a song that would put the final nail in her ex-boyfriend Damien's social coffin. Fate had other plans, however, and during the talent show, she was struck mute, cursed by the Goddess Hera for her Mother's bloodline. As her nature revealed itself to her in an unnatural vision, she panicked and ran off the stage. Her father and she spent the next week running from town to town evading a group of monsters that could smell her. Thankfully somewhere in Ohio, they met someone who told them about the Academy and she was shipped off to safety.
  
• As an Oread, Echo possesses an uncanny mastery of elemental earth magic. It is said on Artemis's hunts that she preferred the company of the Oreads, as her favorite hunting grounds were rocky precipices. As such, she is trained in the art of The Hunt, being quite hard to overcome in combat, knowing how to position herself perfectly in relation to her allies, and nearly impossible to lose once she has your trail. Her favoured weapons are the long spear, short spear, javelin, bow, and Kopis/Xiphos combo, in that order. She also has perfect vocal mimicry.
  
  When on The Hunt, Echo can become almost doggedly persistent, ignoring other things and focusing solely on her quarry. This bad habit tends to make her easy to ambush when she is keeping her nose to the ground. Her Pride has also led her to more than a few sticky situations. Easily provoked and quick to take offense, Echo can be baited by anyone who truly knows how to get under her skin. Furthermore, she is mute.
  

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  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."
  
  
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  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)."
  
  
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  • 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.
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    • "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.

  
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  • 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.

  
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  • 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.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  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
  
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  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
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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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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—— 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.
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  • "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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Alastair Barclay; WiP


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Viking Death March || Do it All the Time || Hayloft || Damn || Bad Things || Dysfunctional || Lonewolf

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  Name	Alastair Barclay
  Nickname	Al, Lu-Lu
  Age	24
  Height	6'3"
  Weight	210 lbs || 95 Kg
  Hair Color	Brown
  Eye Color	Green
  Sexuality	Pan
  Ethnicity	Irish
  Hometown	Connacht, Ireland

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  Tall, boisterous, and more than a little loud, it can be quite easy to pick Alastair out of a crowd. His long nutbrown-colored hair usually runs down his neck in a mess, thoughtlessly pulled back to stay out of his face. Matched with his dark green eyes, the look is almost evocative of the wilds of a forest; fitting considering his style is more than a little on the less civilized side. If one didn't know better, it would seem that he were allergic to shirts, as he prefers not to wear on if he can help it. Even in extremely cold weathers, Alastair prefers to go shirtless, "as the Gods intended," or so he says.
  
  There is a certain roguish charming quality to his smile, one that tends to get him into more trouble than it gets him out of. Around the Academy he tends to wear one of a few sets of leather armor and breeches, along with some informal marching boots. When venturing back into the mortal realm, jeans and his "Timbs" is the only look worth rocking, according to him.
  
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  Loud and boisterous, Alastair considers himself the life of the party, and if there is no party to liven up; one had better expect him to find a reason to start one. In High School, he considered himself a bit of a jock, though the more accurate term was probably Himbo. Since coming to the Academy, a lot of things started to make sense to him. His natural charisma was turned into a magnetic leadership, and the posture he held while carrying himself became less of an imitation and more of a relaxed "at-the-ready" stance.
  
  When not jesting or making plans, Alastair can be fairly quiet, preferring to listen rather than to speak; the people around him quickly become his focus, a desire to bring out the best in everyone taking over. While he would like to consider himself humble, he finds it hard to deny his strengths and downplay certain accomplishments, "if you've got it, flaunt it," life's too short to live any other way. Finding it difficult to take no for an answer, many people can find him overly persistent. Though in his experience, people tend to change their minds if he only asks it the right way.
  
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  Likes: Sports, Beer, Barbecue, Hounds, Friends
  Dislikes: Snakes, Liars, Poison, "Evil"
  Hobbies: Working Out,
  Quirks: Finds it Hard to take No for an answer
  Fears: Friends Dying,
  Skills: Leading,
  
  
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  Child of: "Longarm" Lugh, God of the Sun, Storms, Sworn Oaths: "Inventor of the Arts"
  Grade: Senior
  Dorm: Viribus
  Reputation: Ah
  Vision: It was the championship game, and for the first time since he started Varsity Football, Alastair was about to cost his team the game. He had even overheard the coach mention that they might want to have his replacement take over as on every throw so far, "Alastair choked." As he cocked his arm back and got ready to throw the ball, suddenly his vision went black. A voice spoke to him, asking why the Hound of Ulster was wasting his time here. "What do you mean?" Alastair asked and the answer changed his world. Waking up in the back of his mom's minivan, the rest of his life started.
  
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Miguel Ramiro Rodriguez Jr

# Junior

# Son of Nencatacoa

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THE FILE ;;​

name: Miguel “Hell Yeah” Ramiro Rodriguez Jr.
nickname: AKA “The rizzler”
age (18 - 24): 23
gender: cis.male
sexuality: bisexual
place of birth: Jardín, Colombia
race/ethnicity: Hispanic, Latin-american

VISAGE ;;​

hair: Pitch black and cascading in soft curls, Miguel takes great pride in his hair, as it’s apart of his so called “rizz”
eyes: Expressive, though small, the demigod has the down-turned eyes of something tragic, made seductive
height: 5”11
weight: 175 lbs
build: Unimposing from a distance, the artist seems not the least bit threatening; wiry and quick on his feet, as to escape the never-ending consequences of his own actions. Underneath the layers of fabric however, remain chiseled arms and a bear-ish chest, reminiscent of a wrestler from the late 70’s.
skin: Kissed by the sun, his skin bursts with olive ever-glow
body mods: A freshly-grown moustache that hovers over his top lip, meant to mimic the greats of music far before his time
distinguishing features: The moustache. Some people love it, some people hate it, Miguel doesn’t care
face claim: Sebastian Chacon

PERSONA ;;​

Under the blood moon, the gods shall rise again. Tears shall shed, hearts shall bleed, and in their reprise, a son shall spring from the earths of retribution.

And son he is.

Half god and half man, what is identity, if not a war? A battle between gladiators? Neither nor, he finds himself torn briefly between what he is and what he is meant to be: Powerful or powerless.

Rebuker of inhibitions, harbinger of entertainment, he is an entity capable of far more than the petty flings and tomfoolery that he so often imbues; lives by the words act now, think later. Like a child Miguel Rodriguez responds to whatever calls his name first- love, adventure, mockery. Chasing the high tides of life, he bears a soul as optimistic as the sun that smiles down on his peers, and as wild as the flowers that grow in between the cracks of the sidewalks.

Devoid of realism, of stress and worry, he leads life at Mythos in the form of a notorious romanticist — his heart can carry many, but not for long. And love, although beautiful, is a very fickle thing, has made of his arms a revolving door. Always accepting. Always welcoming. As if he’d been starved and had just tasted it for the first time, Miguel belongs to fleeting moments before he belongs to anyone else, is a whisper in time. Will always and forever, just become another memory.

But that does not take from the joy experienced.

Friend to many and foe to few, Miguel is drawn to nearly every character at Mythos- any that would accept his conversation, his jokes, and his music— even if they won’t. With a terrible habit of inserting himself into other people’s spaces, he, much like a person who is blissfully unaware of himself, is too comfortable being that what he is — a fool. A jester with fire in his veins, he is not stupid, yet lives stupidly.

If only he knew what he was capable of.


skills: A master of music, Miguel is a performer first and foremost, skilled in many instruments (including guitar, piano and the drums) and with the ability to learn songs quickly ; An energetic dancer, though with little practice, it seems to take to him like muscle memory, something intrinsic to him ; Not much of a singer but is able to hold his own, has a voice that is melodious and filled with emotion, though he rarely shows it ; As the son of a god of drunkenness, Miguel can — and alarmingly so — hold his liquor, could drink up barrels and remain as chipper as ever, as clear-minded as a jaguar on the prowl ; If flirting was a language, then Miguel would be fluent. Able to chat-up almost anyone, his way with words and calculated usage of Spanish have gotten him out of some pretty interesting situations.

MYTHOS FILE ;;
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status: Demigod
child/descendant of: Nencatacoa or Nem-Catacoa, god and protector of builders, artists, music, dance and drunkenness
grade: Senior
dorm: Artem
reputation: Like snowflakes, no two thoughts are the same. It seems that whatever he does and wherever he goes, Miguel - always the loudest and proudest - manages to somehow leave his mark behind, spread his cells like the ashes of a pyre. From “he’s so hot” to “he’s so annoying,” the aspiring musician has what some in the industry would call- the It factor, or at least, he assumes he does.

Charming and an all around hoot, Miguel’s reputation as a party-man and an experienced individual sometimes precedes him, but mostly he introduces himself before it has the time to catch up.

vision: He came to him in a dream, one night in Tulsa. After years of waiting, he was finally here. In the desert where secrets are revealed, a father and son sit on the edge of a cliff, test the unspoken that drifts between them.

“You were looking for me” He said

“I’m always looking for you, everywhere” He replied

A moment of silence, the sun nestled in a blanket of sky. He took a draw from his cigarette.

“After all these years… Why now?”

There was something inexplicable about the hurt in his voice— how it threatened to escape, breach the boundaries between man and lost boy. Smoke seeped from his lips.

“I was afraid”

“Afraid of what?”

“Afraid that I would lose you too, Miguel”

The God answered, scraps of a protector shining through, sun making honey out of his eyes. For a moment- and only a moment, he was a reflection of his past self. Strong, fierce. A God.

A sigh tumbled from his lips, like a small breeze against the quiet, he opened his mouth to speak once more,

“The world is no joke Miguel, it bends to no one… Not even me.”

Grief drew harsh lines across his face, features dull and grey, lost from their youth. Gods don’t die, but he had been for a long time, had felt his presence weaken as people and as times changed.

“So then tell me what to do!” Miguel leapt in exasperation, yelled like he had never before.

Always a happy boy, always a good boy.

But now, far from home and with strangers that would ultimately amount to nothing, he was helpless. He was alone.

“…Just tell me what to do.”

Like all things that have been holding the weight of the world for too long, he crumbled, collapsed into himself, made his own ruins.
Hot tears lined his eyes, yet they did not spill. Head in hands, Miguel knew not to cry, knew that it would be pointless.
After all, what good comes from tears?

A hand, worn with experience, stroked the curls that sculpted his head. Soothed him, if only for a second.

He looked up to meet the gaze of his father.

“There is a place where you could go, hijo, a place where you can learn”

“… It better not be a school papá.”

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powers: Musical blast/destructive note — The ability to radiate sound waves powerful enough to shatter and/or eradicate surrounding obstacles.
Hypnotic Music — The ability to effectively change the mood of/control the mind of a subject with a song.
gift: A pair of drumsticks, much like his own, that are able to elevate the power of musical blast, can shatter windows with a single strike.
strengths: Able to destroy mostly anything in his path, has broken open a plethora of doors and even- in the worst of time - has destroyed a building.
Seldom does he use his other power for good, yet he is able, with enough effort and musical prowess, to make people look stupid and guide them to embarrassment with his hypnotic sounds.
weaknesses: For both of his powers, Miguel needs his opponents to be able to hear him, cannot have his music fall upon deaf ears, or else it would never work. Furthermore, if he is too weak to perform or without any instruments, he would never get out of a mission alive.

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I think true love is when two people make each other love themselves even more.

faraway

child of xōchipili

paz flores

full name

paz luis flores

nicknames

pazzi, *:・ﾟpazazz *:・ﾟ

age

20

gender

gender-fluid (he/they)

d.o.b.

february 23rd

p.o.b.

toluca, mexico

ethnicity

mesoamerican

sexuality

androsexual

cinnamon

marika hackman

01.

visage

height

5'7''

weight

132 lbs

hair.

dark chestnut curls that never stay in one place, altering styles each day.

eyes.

eternally heavy-lidded eyes that never fail to captivate, with his deep black hues with long lashes a lure, yet ever gentle. ever more prominent when painted with eyeshadow and mascara.

body.

lean and wiry, capable of flips and twists on a whim. despite being rather short, he makes up for it with natural fiery spunk and a spring in each step in their ever energetic frame.

skin.

sun-kissed skin used to long days playing by the sea, dotted with freckles across his shoulder and cheeks.

distinguishing features.

his trademark smile, full of pearly white teeth and their natural scent of poinsettias

mods

multiple ear piercings constantly decorated with studs or elaborate designs that hang and jingle when he moves.

faceclaim

omar rudberg

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psyche

Free, loving, and optimistic make up paz flores. they live for fun and merriment and detest boredom and the monotony of regular life. he seeks adventure in all things and strives ahead with every challenge or drawback with little fear. everything has meaning to him, and he cherishes all the small things; every precious moment in between. the soft caress of the ocean breeze, the melodies love birds sing to each other, and the cacophony of voices all fill his heart with incomprehensible enjoyment. connections with others, through word, song, writing, and dance drives him. paz aims to fill joy in his life in all aspects, including others as well.

however, there's always an ever-present void inside him. a gnawing in his body worse than any hunger pain they have felt. with so much feeling and giving, it is easy to be left adrift without reciprocation. so, paz's goals align with being the best of what anyone would and could want. a dutiful child, a loyal friend, and an ace student. let everyone feel for him what he feels for them: utter devotion.

likes

dance; lots of drums and heavy beats that make the hips move and arms twirl, dainty jewelry; thin silver chains with charms that jingle as he moves and various single gemstone rings, anything romance; things that make their legs kick in excitement and have to walk away to calm down the rapid beating of their heart over it, the ocean; pink beaches and salt on the tip of their tongue as they explore the nearby reefs, hard candy (particularly locochas candies)

dislikes

authorities; ruin the fun and thrill of a good time, dull people; being introverted is fine but don't drag him down with your boredom, know-it-alls; there's a difference between knowing an answer and just showing off, which paz feels is his job to do, not yours, cold weather; all those layers are a pain to deal with and they feel awful in the cold, anything grape flavored (just ew), being brushed off; he likes to be heard and appreciated

fears

heartbreak; paz gives their heart freely, eager to experience true love in any form it takes and the pain of betrayal or loss of it is too much to even think about, failure; they enjoy winning and being well-liked so the thought of failing at either frightens him and makes him doubt his own worth to others, loss of freedom; being able to express themselves without judgement and not feel constrained or suffocated.

hobbies

singing; his voice is able to ring true in any environment and comes naturally to him, gardening; along with being able to create their own flowers, of course he would take great joy in being among the gardens and playing in the dirt, partying; complete freedom to be as wild as they please, gymnastics; finds it invigorating to test his limits in both flexibility and ability to perform complex jumps, ready for the applause that will follow.

skills

does very well in any social situation and can easily blend well with other groups and personalities. does well with having to make quick decisions and makes the best of any plans that may fall through, ever optimistic. scarily convincing and able to get many on his side or push for them to do something for him.

quirks

purses lips when displeased or annoyed, plays with hair when bored or nervous, taps fingers against everything, constantly humming a tune.

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history

born to a young single mother, paz became the apple of his mother's eye - and a personification of her hopes and dreams. she had the help of her parents, though they were intense, who easily gave into the bright-eyed and giggly infant she has returned to them with after an extended "trip" away from home. it became so simple as breathing to love their daughter and her child, who smelled of the wind and mountain flora.

they were not a rich family, but nor were they poor. they lived comfortably and paz was afforded many adoring gifts from his family, always favored above all else. paz's natural charm afforded him many friends and he knew only of fun times by the ocean, searching for shells and the sweetest treats given freely to him with a cheeky smile and polite dip of their head. they were embraced by all, regardless of how he presented, for he was paz flores who brought joy to all and they were beyond anything else. of course, he reasoned through narrowed eyes and gritted teeth, there would always be another to take from him and what he desired. they figured this out when childhood began to give way to the rough road of adolescence, where minds and hearts became clouded with deceit and selfishness. it didn't matter, paz would think as he studied to be what his mother desired because he would win in the end.

another blessing came when they were given their vision, at last, that divulged the truth about his father. with a smile and elated face, paz assured their mother they were not abandoned by her one love, who had continued their good fortune and elegance. he recanted the words his father had spoken to them: that they were special; a half-god. his mother held him tearfully, whispering that they were her happiness; her greatest wish, her saving grace.

truly, paz thought, i am born to be joy.

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mythos file

status

demi-god

parent

xōchipilli or "flower prince"; god of art, games, dance, flowers, and song.

grade

sophomore

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artem

reputation

paz is well-known for his upbeat and can-do attitude. They are never afraid to strike up a conversation, even with strangers. Life of the party and eager to make sure everyone has a good time when around him. Dutiful friend and surprisingly studious, always raising his hand first to answer.

vision

occurred at a citywide festival celebrating tlaxochimaco. paz enthralled by the music and easily carried out into it's center where the city became a blur of bodies dancing to the sound of flutes and drums. paz's father joined them in the rhythm, appraising him as they moved as one. once the mighty song ended, they were alone atop a temple pyramid and paz was told of true nature.

powers

dream flower: with an extensive knowledge of plants, as well as the ability to grow flowers (particularly ololiúqui and sinicuichi) within seconds, paz uses this to concoct potent hallucinogenic visions upon a single innocuous blow of pollen in someone's air. under this condition, others are extremely susceptible to paz's suggestions and any games he feels like playing with them.

euphoria: in low spirits? fear not, for when in paz's vicinity, one will feel elated and happy. it has varying degrees, as it will depend on paz's mood as well. when he is joyful beyond reason, others will feel the same to let the good times roll. when paz is dower, his storm cloud will rain on everyone's parade.

inspiration: having trouble coming up with an idea or motivation? Paz might be inclined to share a bit of their s with you with a gentle touch, filling you with sudden vigor to write a whole 300+ page novel in one night.

drawbacks

moody: paz is only at his best when in a good mood. anything that causes him anguish or worry will weaken his power's effects and weaken him in turn.

fury: along with having a bad time when upset, his abilities could have a rather unnerving effect when they are at their worst, or when paz is furious. his calming presence will inspire fear and his plants will make horrors seem real. gifts turn into nightmares. oyohualli: a teardrop-shaped talisman crafted out of mother-of-pearl

gifts

oyohualli: a teardrop-shaped talisman crafted out of mother-of-pearl. a traditional piece worn by his father and the other gods of the Aztec and Toltec for it's representation of the solar symbol.

tepoztopilli: a long and deadly obsidian spiked spear, made of hardwood wrapped in brightly colored beads with deer hide leather trim. unlike regular spears, this one has 13 protruding sharp edges, sure to do more than just pierce through, but saw. divined by paz's father and given to him when sorted into his house.

strengths

charm: paz is very open to all and extremely welcoming. able to pull all kinds of personalities together to form cohesion with fun. with a wink and a grin, he quickly makes friends and followers.


word-smith: an artist himself, paz excels in various creative medias, especially the spoken and written word. they don't aim to be manipulative, but sometimes people need a little push to truly be free, and paz isn't against using pretty words and alluring whispers to accomplish that.

weaknesses

competitive: while they like to have peace and have everyone get along, paz can't always hide his more competitive side. he hates losing as he believes himself to be the best at games of all kinds, and takes every challenge seriously. won't get aggressive if he loses, but will definitely fuck with the winner as much as possible in an irritating passive aggressive battle.

hopeless romantic: paz is a strong believer of love in all its forms. he gets attached easily and is eager to please those he holds in high regard, making him a little too trusting and readily available to them, even to his detriment.

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  you maniac you tortured artist, do you crave attention? your shaking hands a consequence of how much you don't mention. your mind was made of magic, now it's ugly and diseased. hell is in your hair dye and your head's between your knees. let me in, wear me out! let me in, wear me out! let me in, wear me out!
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  I don't feel the same. What do they want from me?"
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  sean sirius yaw

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  sirius or siri, he rarely goes by his first name

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  greek, italian & scottish american

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  thin, but with some muscle definition from running around run-down neighborhoods. a boxy frame and squared shoulders, used to heavy lifting. despite being an adult, it looks like he has yet to grow into his body, but that might be do to poor nutrition, leaving him with a disjointed mismatch of strength and frailty.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  due to his volatile nature and clumsiness, there are various scars adorning his body. major ones include a long jagged one from childhood starting from an inch above his left knee running up to his mid-thigh and burns on his right hand and forearm from a compulsion he had to stick them into open fire.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  mark mckenna

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  "War everywhere and everyone I know. Everywhere I go, everyone I know. Everywhere I go, there's war.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  inventive: there's a always a buzz in his mind, filling him with new ideas and letting him look at things at new angles to find the best possible solution. crafty and unconventional, sirius pushes the limits on what human ingenuity might be capable of. emboldened by his legacy status, he uses it to craft work of art in the way of technology and weapons of mayhem. they ebb and flow with positive and negative intent, but are nevertheless capable and timeless in function and appearance.
  
  knowledgeable: nights bent over manuals and textbooks of his liking have left sirius a encyclopedic human, brimming with facts and tidbits to share if prompted. mainly in his areas of interest, but span across a wide range of intensity and levels. plus, growing basically raising himself, he has extensive know-how of things most young adults don't have to worry about until after college. healthy doses of reality to others also fit into his realm of worldly advice.
  
  determined: when siri gets into something, there is no stopping him. he becomes a one-man army of pure focus. his need to see it to the end is strong and is really the only time he will get very serious.
  
  strategic: sirius is used to looking for ways out a situation, albeit due to his past habits of compulsive lying and stealing, but it does come in handy against larger opponents he can't outright fight. he has backup plans for his backup plans and feels safer having an out at all times to use. more of self-defense mechanism than anything, really.
  
  adaptive: a situation can change at a drop of a hat and sirius is well aware of that fact. being able to roll with the punches of chaos and discord is how he has managed to avoid several stints of possible trips to the ER or worse in his strive for ingenuity. this includes most social situations. being able to fake it till you make it has been sown in him since the first time he felt peer rejection and it doesn't do so well to be cast out when he has the fundamental understanding that he sometimes needs other people to succeed in certain things.
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  likes: lemon cakes with powdered sugar are his go to dessert. he's partial to the colors red, orange, and blue and finds a way to incorporate them in his everyday style. enjoys the blistering cold as he naturally runs hot, wading through deep snow, and once in a while gets the childish urge to jump into a large pile and stare up at the clouds. affinity for the night where everyone else is asleep and it feels like he's the only person around.
  
  dislikes: tea is the worst to him, it's just hot leaf water in his mind. people that invade his space out of fear of them messing up his mess organization of papers. really hates school and wishes he could just do his own thing half of time. things that require him to put a lot of energy into it, especially if it's something he's not all interested in.
  
  skills: a good planner, always has a plan a, b, c , etc. for any situation, though it usually may only benefit him in the long run. good with his hands and isn't afraid to get them dirty (aka covered in engine oil).
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  hobbies: puzzles of any type are his ways of challenging himself; rubies cubes, 4,000 piece puzzles, and even riddles are all enjoyable ways to ease his constant raging of thoughts. don't you dare laugh at him, but he has an obsession with anything to do with dragons, so much so that he will collect statues, jewelry, and even stuffed animals of them.
  
  quirks: pencil tapping which is super annoying actually since he does it at a fast rate for minutes on end, not even realizing it. jitters a lot, as though he caught a sudden chill and it occurs randomly no matter what position he's in. tendency to pick at his nails, leaving them bloody and sore often. has a wheezy and awkward laugh, like it physically pains him to laugh at all.
  
  fears: responsibility of any kind is terrifying as he already can't take care of himself very well and god forbid he gets put in charge of something with his bleak outlook. siri has a hard time controlling himself, so any loss of further control of his mind and intellect is a scary prospect.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  lazy: sirius doesn't like to do anything that he sees no merit in. daily tasks are a struggle when all he longs to do is sit and frantically brainstorm ideas until he passes out from exhaustion. he doesn't strive in any other capacity and could care less about being on top or a model student.
  
  obsessive: while one might admire his work ethic when he's emboldened, there's an underlying madness to it that crosses the boundary of normalcy. once something has got his attention, he can't stop thinking about it and his desire to mess with it. he can't stop his obsession until he's figured it all out and reaches sweet satisfaction with the object of his focus dismantled before him and ready for him to manipulate.
  
  nihilistic: other than his work, sirius struggles to find meaning in many things. it's partly why he doesn't try all that hard at things most others find important.
  
  careless: other than being physically clumsy, sirius has an issue with taking responsibility for his actions or even acknowledging them. often self-destructive, he ignores his needs in favor of following his desires. others aren't immune to his lack of care, as people's feelings are susceptible to his cold shoulder or demeaning sarcasm.
  
  cowardly: if there's even a whiff of conflict or a fight, siri has most likely already hightailed it out of there. he's not the strongest and getting involved in matters that require him to take any sort of action has him riddled with anxiety. not exactly a pushover, but won't bother to argue or defend himself or anyone if there's a chance it won't amount to anything different and if he even bothers to care. he's alright with tucking his tail between his legs if it means he ends up unharmed.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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    tiny flame, already doomed to burn out (TW: self-harm, child neglect, disturbing thoughts)

    
    
    
    

    
    sirius isn't a big believer in curses, but he's almost 78% positive he was cursed at birth. born premature and coming out with the umbilical cord around his neck was surely the first sign. his father was a scottish american tourist who fell in love with the beauty and grace of his mother on a trip to italy. his mother, miraculously, fell in love with him as well and they quickly married. another great pointer of cursing was that she decided to join him back in america, where sirius was born nine months later.
    
    nothing good lasts forever, and the strain between the two grew as siri did. his first few years were filled with fighting and tears and reluctant consolation on both sides. his father was too prideful and his mother to fiery to ever snuff out. it was really both of his parent's indifference towards him that caused the most disruption. any great accomplishment made in his early developmental years was brushed off, and deemed insignificant. it was hard to stomach the truth as he began to gain more keen observational skills that his parents were better together, alone than with him by their sides.
    
    then came the thoughts. he can't pinpoint when or why they came, but one day they just were there. they urged him to do reckless things, often new things to test out, resulting in scraps and bruises, but pure elation at each discovery. something to take away from the loneliness. things progressed from innocent urgings to mix different foods to more crazed ideas, leading to placing half his right arm into an open flame on a camping trip. even through the pain and the overwhelming sound of sirens, sirius felt satisfied.
    
    that quickly ended when his mother suddenly left when he was nine. there was no note, no explanation. his father was quick to fall apart and dragged them into poverty with gambling and alcohol. quickly, sirius had to adapt to looking after himself and becoming self-reliant. his swirling thoughts turned worse, and he knew there was something he was missing. a piece he needed to be placed in the puzzle that was his mind.
    
    by middle school, sirius renounced his first name entirely, resentment nestling deep inside for sharing a name with his father. school was boring, as was life, so he found solace in other engaging endeavors. he now aimed to please only himself and found that learning how things ticked became a new obsession. having no way to support his obsessions, sirius turned to petty theft, starting with his classmates. he was careful, and with each new toy, book, and device he took from them, he eagerly tore apart to quiet his thoughts of burning forests and the clang of metal.
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
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    no, the only thing keeping him interested in breathing was his shop classes. he was never late or dozing in them. he thrived under the exact instruction of beautiful manuals. intricate wire work was calming and being under a car's hood was an escape from reading animal farm and doing calculus he already knew. at home, he was much the same. he'd ignore his father passed out in front of the tv and head straight up to his room, where he would pull out his stolen goodies and parts. he'd never made anything impressive with them. he'd get close to a eureka, only to lose it a moment later. the part of him that felt incomplete cried at the loss. in his frustration, all his makeshift designs and failures would be thrown into the mess already on the floor until his anger passed.
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
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    the itch for a spark of genius continued until he turned eighteen. sirius knew his father was practically dead already in the way it mattered and there was no way he was going to graduate anyway, so he pawned whatever he previously hoarded from his stints of thievery that has value to get enough cash to bounce around for a while. on the night he made to run away, he was met with his visions and directed to the attic where he dusted off an old box that belonged to his mother, revealing his gift of a smithing hammer. armed with the greatest knowledge he could have ever hoped for, sirius began his journey to boston to travel to his new obsession: mythos academy.
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  "And I'm still stuck in the past of lies. Memories of future cries. Memories of futures dies. They just told me not to run.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  maternal grandson of vulcan, god of fire including the fire of volcanoes, deserts, metalworking and the forge

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  the jittery new legacy often found staring intently at his paper he manically writes on, mumbling about skews and ore. goes in and out from seemingly docile to near snarling at others. hides in the back of lectures, rarely giving any input and half-assing most of his work. only ever appears happy or at least engaged when building something or fiddling with a new puzzle.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  it came to him before he made his major break from home. one minute he was creeping out from his bedroom window and then next he was falling against jagged rocks covered in ash. the air smelled of sulfur and when he raised his head he was surrounded my a river of magma as a volcano steadily weeped his fiery tears in the distance. vulcan appeared before him, stern and sneering. yet, despite his grandfather's apparent displeasure aimed at him, he all but dragged sirius up form the ground and told him of his heritage and chance of being something more.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  fire immunity: a flames touch does little harm to his body, whether walking through fire or placing a hand on a hot stove. of course, there is a limit of how long sirius can hold out, only for a few minutes or so before he begins to feel pain on his skin.
  
  construction: sirius is able to identify and break down anything to it's base components. with just a glance he can tell how something ticks and more importantly: how he can manipulate it into something new. of course, he can also create new objects on his own, with his specialty being weaponry.
  
  drawbacks
  
  neuroticism: siri is plagued by rapid thoughts of never-ending designs and ideas, to the point where can't sleep, eat, or sit still. they are near constant in his everyday life, soothed only by listening to music to drown them out.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  a large and heavy smithing hammer that's seen better days. an heirloom long forgotten and one of the few things sirius took with him after he peaced the fuck out of his hometown. well, technically he sort of stole it, but it was meant to be his anyway so whatever. it has the ability break, mold, and bend any material put under its might.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  mad genius: even with his many flaws and drawbacks, sirius remains loyal to his mind. it's full of ideas desperate to be shown and executed. doesn't matter if it's simple algebra problem or complex architecture, he aims to put his all into his work, which can benefit anyone who wishes to utilize his unending need to create whatever they wish if he deems it worthy.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  compulsions: sirius has habit of letting the intrusive thoughts win over his logic at times. it's been there under his skin ever since he gained self-awareness. from theft or lying, he seemingly can't help himself. he hasn't fallen too deep into violence yet, but there are times when he wields his hammer that he thinks should i?
  
  follower: despite his more reserved, quacky scientist nature, siri is more of a go with the flow kind of guy. he knows power when he sees it and doesn't try to stand against it when there's more benefits to align with it. a true sheep, but for all the wrong reasons.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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DOSSIER
name: sean sirius yaw
nickname: sirius or siri, rarely goes by his first name
age: 18
gender: cismale
sexuality: hasn't given much thought to his sexuality, but guesses he's at least bi maybe?
place of birth: born august 23rd in boxford, massachusetts
race/ethnicity: greek, italian, scottish american

VISAGE
hair: dark brown
eyes: droopy blue green eyes
height: 5'9''
weight: 140lbs
build: thin, but with some muscle definition from running around run-down neighborhoods. a boxy frame and squared shoulders, used to heavy lifting. despite being an adult, it looks like he has yet to grow into his body, but that might be do to poor nutrition, leaving him with a disjointed mismatch of strength and frailty.
skin: very pale from long winters and time spent mainly indoors, tinkering away. always has a faint flush across his cheeks and shoulders like he'd been rushing or recently came in from the cold.
body mods: none
distinguishing features: due to his volatile nature and clumsiness, there are various scars adorning his body. major ones include a long jagged one from childhood starting from an inch above his left knee running up to his mid-thigh and burns on his right hand and forearm from a compulsion he had to stick them into open fire.
face claim: mark mckenna

PERSONA
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inventive: there's a always a buzz in his mind, filling him with new ideas and letting him look at things at new angles to find the best possible solution. crafty and unconventional, sirius pushes the limits on what human ingenuity might be capable of. emboldened by his legacy status, he uses it to craft work of art in the way of technology and weapons of mayhem. they ebb and flow with positive and negative intent, but are nevertheless capable and timeless in function and appearance.

knowledgeable: nights bent over manuals and textbooks of his liking have left sirius a encyclopedic human, brimming with facts and tidbits to share if prompted. mainly in his areas of interest, but span across a wide range of intensity and levels. plus, growing basically raising himself, he has extensive know-how of things most young adults don't have to worry about until after college. healthy doses of reality to others also fit into his realm of worldly advice.

determined: when siri gets into something, there is no stopping him. he becomes a one-man army of pure focus. his need to see it to the end is strong and is really the only time he will get very serious.

strategic: sirius is used to looking for ways out a situation, albeit due to his past habits of compulsive lying and stealing, but it does come in handy against larger opponents he can't outright fight. he has backup plans for his backup plans and feels safer having an out at all times to use. more of self-defense mechanism than anything, really.

adaptive: a situation can change at a drop of a hat and sirius is well aware of that fact. being able to roll with the punches of chaos and discord is how he has managed to avoid several stints of possible trips to the ER or worse in his strive for ingenuity. this includes most social situations. being able to fake it till you make it has been sown in him since the first time he felt peer rejection and it doesn't do so well to be cast out when he has the fundamental understanding that he sometimes needs other people to succeed in certain things.
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lazy: sirius doesn't like to do anything that he sees no merit in. daily tasks are a struggle when all he longs to do is sit and frantically brainstorm ideas until he passes out from exhaustion. he doesn't strive in any other capacity and could care less about being on top or a model student.

obsessive: while one might admire his work ethic when he's emboldened, there's an underlying madness to it that crosses the boundary of normalcy. once something has got his attention, he can't stop thinking about it and his desire to mess with it. he can't stop his obsession until he's figured it all out and reaches sweet satisfaction with the object of his focus dismantled before him and ready for him to manipulate.

nihilistic: other than his work, sirius struggles to find meaning in many things. it's partly why he doesn't try all that hard at things most others find important.

careless: other than being physically clumsy, sirius has an issue with taking responsibility for his actions or even acknowledging them. often self-destructive, he ignores his needs in favor of following his desires. others aren't immune to his lack of care, as people's feelings are susceptible to his cold shoulder or demeaning sarcasm.

cowardly: if there's even a whiff of conflict or a fight, siri has most likely already hightailed it out of there. he's not the strongest and getting involved in matters that require him to take any sort of action has him riddled with anxiety. not exactly a pushover, but won't bother to argue or defend himself or anyone if there's a chance it won't amount to anything different and if he even bothers to care. he's alright with tucking his tail between his legs if it means he end up unharmed.
likes: lemon cakes with powdered sugar are his go to dessert. he's partial to the colors red, orange, and blue and finds a way to incorporate them in his everyday style. enjoys the blistering cold as he naturally runs hot, wading through deep snow, and once in a while gets the childish urge to jump into a large pile and stare up at the clouds. affinity for the night where everyone else is asleep and it feels like he's the only person around.
dislikes: tea is the worst to him, it's just hot leaf water in his mind. people that invade his space out of fear of them messing up his mess organization of papers. really hates school and wishes he could just do his own thing half of time. things that require him to put a lot of energy into it, especially if it's something he's not all interested in.
hobbies: puzzles of any type are his ways of challenging himself; rubies cubes, 4,000 piece puzzles, and even riddles are all enjoyable ways to ease his constant raging of thoughts. don't you dare laugh at him, but he has an obsession with anything to do with dragons, so much so that he will collect statues, jewelry, and even stuffed animals of them.
skills: a good planner, always has a plan a, b, c , etc. for any situation, though it usually may only benefit him in the long run. good with his hands and isn't afraid to get them dirty (aka covered in engine oil).
quirks: pencil tapping which is super annoying actually since he does it at a fast rate for minutes on end, not even realizing it. jitters a lot, as though he caught a sudden chill and it occurs randomly no matter what position he's in. tendency to pick at his nails, leaving them bloody and sore often. has a wheezy and awkward laugh, like it physically pains him to laugh at all.
fears: responsibility of any kind is terrifying as he already can't take care of himself very well and god forbid he gets put in charge of something with his bleak outlook. siri has a hard time controlling himself, so any loss of further control of his mind and intellect is a scary prospect

MYTHOS FILE
status: legacy
child/descendant of: maternal grandson of vulcan, god of fire, deserts, volcanoes, metalsmithing and the forge.
grade: freshman
dorm: legatum
reputation: the jittery new legacy often found staring intently at his paper he manically writes on, mumbling about skews and ore. goes in and out from seemingly docile to near snarling at others. hides in the back of lectures, rarely giving any input and half-assing most of his work. only ever appears happy or at least engaged when building something or fiddling with a new puzzle.
vision: it came to him before he made his major break from home. one minute he was creeping out from his bedroom window and then next he was falling against jagged rocks covered in ash. the air smelled of sulfur and when he raised his head he was surrounded my a river of magma as a volcano steadily weeped his fiery tears in the distance. vulcan appeared before him, stern and sneering. yet, despite his grandfather's apparent displeasure aimed at him, he all but dragged sirius up form the ground and told him of his heritage and chance of being something more.

ABILITIES
powers:
fire immunity: a flames touch does little harm to his body, whether walking through fire or placing a hand on a hot stove. of course, there is a limit of how long sirius can hold out, only for a few minutes or so before he begins to feel pain on his skin.

construction: sirius is able to identify and break down anything to it's base components. with just a glance he can tell how something ticks and more importantly: how he can manipulate it into something new. of course, he can also create new objects on his own, with his specialty being weaponry.

drawbacks:
neuroticism: siri is plagued by rapid thoughts of never-ending designs and ideas, to the point where can't sleep, eat, or sit still. they are near constant in his everyday life, soothed only by listening to music to drown them out.
gift: a large and heavy smithing hammer that's seen better days. an heirloom long forgotten and one of the few things sirius took with him after he peaced the fuck out of his hometown. well, technically he sort of stole it, but it was meant to be his anyway so whatever. it has the ability break, mold, and bend any material put under its might.
strengths:
mad genius: even with his many flaws and drawbacks, sirius remains loyal to his mind. it's full of ideas desperate to be shown and executed. doesn't matter if it's simple algebra problem or complex architecture, he aims to put his all into his work, which can benefit anyone who wishes to utilize his unending need to create whatever they wish if he deems it worthy.
weaknesses:
compulsions: sirius has habit of letting the intrusive thoughts win over his logic at times. it's been there under his skin ever since he gained self-awareness. from theft or lying, he seemingly can't help himself. he hasn't fallen too deep into violence yet, but there are times when he wields his hammer that he thinks should i?

follower: despite his more reserved, quacky scientist nature, siri is more of a go with the flow kind of guy. he knows power when he sees it and doesn't try to stand against it when there's more benefits to align with it. a true sheep, but for all the wrong reasons.

HISTORY
backstory:
TINY FLAME, ALREADY DOOMED TO BURN OUT (TW: SELF-HARM, CHILD NEGLECT, DISTURBING THOUGHTS)

sirius isn't a big believer in curses, but he's almost 78% positive he was cursed at birth. born premature and coming out with the umbilical cord around his neck was surely the first sign. his father was an scottish american tourist who fell in love with the beauty and grace of his mother on a trip to italy. his mother, miraculously, fell in love with him as well and they quickly married. another great pointer of cursing was that she decided to join him back in america, where sirius was born nine months later.
nothing good lasts forever, and the strain between the two grew as siri did. his first few years were filled with fighting and tears and reluctant consolation on both sides. his father was too prideful and his mother too fiery to ever snuff out. it was really both of his parent's indifference towards him that caused the most disruption. any great accomplishment made in his early developmental years were brushed off, deemed insignificant. it was hard to stomach the truth as he began to gain more keen observational skills that his parent's were better together, alone, than with him by their sides.

then came the thoughts. he can't pinpoint when or why they came, but one day they just were there. they urged him to do reckless things, often new things to test out, resulting is scraps and bruises, but pure elation at each discovery. something to take away from the loneliness. things progressed from innocent urgings to mix different foods together to more crazed ideas, leading to placing half his right arm into an open flame on a camping trip. even through the pain and the overwhelming sound of sirens, sirius felt satisfied.

that quickly ended when his mother suddenly left when he was nine. there was no note, no explanation. his father was quick to fall apart and dragged them into poverty with gambling and alcohol. quickly, sirius had to adapt to looking after himself and becoming self-reliant. his swirling thoughts turned worse, and he knew there was something he was missing. a piece he needed placed in the puzzle that was his mind.

by middle school, sirius renounced his first name entirely, resentment nestling deep inside for sharing a name with his father. school was boring, as was life, so he found solace in other engaging endeavors. he now aimed to please only himself, and found that learning how things ticked became a new obsession. having no way to support his obsessions, sirius turned to petty theft, starting with his classmates. he was careful, and with each new toy, book, and device he took from them, he eagerly tore apart to quiet his thoughts of burning forests and the clang of metal.

THE ERUPTION OF THE MIND

teenage years are supposed to be filled equal parts angst and laughter, but there were neither for sirius. high school was a drag and he floated through it, living up to the typical teenage failure. he skipped classes he didn't like, rarely handed in homework, and would purposely choose the wrong answers on tests just to get some entertainment out of doing them. everything was so dull that he didn't even turn to smoking or drugs to alleviate it because even that would be boring to him in the long run, he figured.

no, the only thing keeping him interested in breathing was his shop classes. he was never late or dozing in them. he thrived under the exact instruction of beautiful manuals. intricate wire work. it was calming and being under a car's hood an escape from reading animal farm and doing calculus he already knew. at home, he was much the same. he'd ignore his father passed out in front of the tv and head straight to his room, where he would pull out his stolen goodies and parts. he'd never made anything impressive with them. he'd get close to a eureka, only to lose it a moment later. the part of him that felt incomplete cried at the loss. in his frustration, all his makeshift designs and failures would be thrown to the mess already on the floor until his anger passed.

MASS EXTINCTION EVENT

the itch for a spark of genius continued until he turned eighteen. sirius knew his father was practically dead already in the way it mattered and there was no way he was going to graduate anyway, so he pawned whatever he previously hoarded from his stints of thievery that has value to get enough cash to bounce around for a while. on the night he made to run away, he was met with is visions and directed to the attic where he dusted off an old box that belonged to his mother, revealing his gift of a smithing hammer. armed with the greatest knowledge he could have ever hope for, sirius began his journey to boston to travel to his new obsession: mythos academy.

 

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abril

sofia

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abril sofia sanchez

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cis woman

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pansexual

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  Abril believes, above all, that one should seek to blossom and to surround themselves with blossoming things. For her, blossoming is about pursuing things that make her laugh and that make her heart feel full--even if these things aren't necessarily practical or productive. Abril is by no means lazy. In fact, she is quite spirited. It's just that she puts her energy into passion projects, indulging her curiosity, and seeking enjoyment instead of long-term career goals. When it comes to tasks that she doesn't enjoy, she'll put in the minimum amount of effort needed to be at a place that is satisfactory and comfortable for her. Although this habit maximizes her free time, it can come back to bite her at times.
  
  Abril deeply enjoys the company of other people, so she does what she can to obtain it. She makes it a priority to be kind to and do right by others, almost to a childish extent. She is compassionate and willing to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on to anyone who needs it. She tries to be understanding, often reminding herself to check and forego any harsh judgment when forming opinions of others. However, she can be temperamental and prone to lapses in judgment when upset, temporarily abandoning sympathy for resentment and defensiveness. Abril has cultivated her people skills firstly because she is quite sensitive herself and follows the golden rule as a form of insurance, and secondly because she doesn't want to give anyone a reason to leave her. Abril does not like being alone; when situations require solitude, it becomes a problem for her. The usually sweet Abril can become strangely desperate, irritable, and selfish when the peace she's worked so hard to build is disrupted.
  
  Another aspect of Abril's determination to blossom is her natural tendency to seek out adventure. She has a hard time passing up an opportunity to have fun or discover something. The way Abril sees it: not only does adventure provide an escape from the often constraining routines of everyday life, but it also cultivates the soul and brings people together. Adventure comes in many forms: hiking trips, late-night walks, fast-food restaurant excursions at odd times, breaking into places she shouldn't be, etc. All Abril needs is someone to go with. However, Abril's hunger for adventure can land her in trouble, either because she sought out adventure when she should've been doing something else or because the adventure she went on was a bit too risky.
  
  No matter what life throws at her, Abril is usually easygoing and confident in her ability to make the best of things. Though, there is one force in Abril's life that conquers her: her depression. Abril's depression can wither her, drain her hope, deprive her of her will to blossom. It sours her. Rots her sympathy. She's fought battles with it for so long. She hopes to eventually win the war.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  chewing her hair

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  studying botany

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  first april

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Abril's most precious and prominent childhood memories go like this: she's riding her bike along a lane fraught with flowers. The colors of the petals change, the cities change, the people change--but she is always riding her bike with pink ribbons and a basket and feeling at home amongst all the blooming. As a child, she was carefree, loving to spend time with others but also content to have fun by herself.
  
  Abril's father, Andres Sanchez, was an accomplished botanist and ecologist from Cuba. He moved around constantly to present at conferences and conduct research at various universities, and Abril went with him. Thus, Abril's childhood was one of constant movement: always being the new kid and then having to leave friends behind. She lived in Madrid, Tokyo, London, Cape Town, Sacramento, and more. As for her mother, Abril was told by her father that she died back in Cuba when she was only a baby. Abril had a tough time being sad over it since she couldn't even remember the woman. However, there was always a feeling of hollowness that came when she thought about her mother, an emptiness that seemed to grow in the wintertime. As she got older, Abril just chalked it up to seasonal depression.
  
  Abril only had her father, but she always felt like there was some kind of veil over him. He was loving, but she often felt that he was hiding or withholding something he wished to say to her. Abril responded to this by getting interested in botany herself, hoping to get his attention and break down a wall. She was naturally good at learning and identifying different plant types, especially plants that had flowers or fruits.
  
  As Abril entered high school, her interest in botany only grew, and she began to consider it as a career path. However, she also began to develop habits her father considered unsavory. Abril began hanging out with people more, doing recreational drugs, and slacking on her schoolwork. She always managed to pull things together at the last minute, but that wasn't enough to please her perfectionist father, with whom she got into constant fights.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  In Abril's senior year of high school, she and her father were staying in Zurich. They had stayed there longer than they had anywhere else, so she had gotten comfortable. She had made more important friendships and even got into a relationship with a boy named Fynn at the international school she attended. She really liked him, but she had kept a secret from him that was weighing on her. One day, she went over to his house to tell him. It was March and still snowy when she sat down with him that day—spring hadn't truly arrived yet.
  
  What did she have to tell him? The previous year—the previous winter to be exact—Abril had been put into a mental hospital for what she called "severe seasonal depression." The sight of snow, trees barring, and flowers wilting evoked a strange and almost violent sadness in her. This feeling like her happiness was being stolen away and taken deep, deep down somewhere. She had felt the vegetation dying. She had felt the flowers freezing to death in a way that she couldn't articulate. So she had been institutionalized. She'd spent months in a hospital until, in late April, the doctors concluded that she was okay to leave. Upon exiting the hospital, she'd immediately breathed in the purest scent: the smell of things blooming.
  
  Abril told Fynn all of this and insisted that she was better now, but he wasn't very interested in hearing her out. Unceremoniously, he dumped Abril, saying: "I don't think I can handle all of your... problems." Abril walked home alone in the cold, crying harder than she had ever cried in her life. And, strangely enough, amid all the snow and death, there was a single pink rose, alive and well, peeking out of the sidewalk. Abril bent down to marvel at it, but suddenly a woman appeared beside her and everything felt different.
  
  The woman, dressed in flowers, began speaking: "Abril, my daughter..."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Status

    
    

    Demigod daughter of Persephone, the Greek queen of the Underworld and embodiment of Spring
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    Vision

    
    

    She had her vision on the night that she got her heart broken when she bent down to admire a rose. It's in the history.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    Grade

    
    

    Freshman
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    Dorm

    
    

    Silva
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    Abilities

    
    

    As the daughter of Persephone, Abril has inherited power mainly related to her role as the embodiment of Spring rather than her role as Queen of the Underworld. Abril has the power to manipulate plant life. This includes causing it to grow rapidly in specific ways, move, or act as if it is responding to certain stimuli. Keeping in touch with her mother's role as a goddess of rebirth, Abril can also strengthen or even revive dying or dead plant life. Lastly, Abril's relationship to vegetation goes beyond just control; she can also empathically communicate with plant life. The language of the plants is a complex one, more radiated than spoken, but Abril has become pretty good at deciphering it for meaning.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    Gift

    
    

    One of Abril's gifts was a beautiful magic flower. This flower is the source of Abril's power. It is constantly absorbing life from things that die in a large radius around it. When Abril strengthens or revives plants, the life she is instilling in them comes from the life stored in this flower. This flower is resistant to all forms of damage. Abril keeps it in her room since she doesn't have to be near it for her powers to work. If this flower were to be destroyed somehow, Abril's power would require her to tap into her own life force.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    Strengths

    
    

    Years of biking and going on hiking trips with friends have left Abril fairly athletic and quick on her feet. Her powers have a variety of both defensive and offensive applications. They can also be used to gather information when she speaks to the plants. Generally, Abril has a lot of practical knowledge and is good at puppy-dog-eyeing her way out of trouble due to her mild demeanor.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Despite their defensive and offensive use, Abril's powers don't enhance her mobility. Since she (for now) has to focus and stand still to use her powers, they don't necessarily mesh well with her athleticism. Also, Abril still hasn't quite learned how to control her plant empathy. It is easy for her to become distressed or overwhelmed if she's feeling all the suffering of the plants and can't block it out.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    Reputation

    
    

    Abril is a freshman and has only just arrived, so her reputation hasn't developed yet, though it is likely that people will notice how easygoing she is over anything.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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