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[erzulie]

”come forth and gaze upon the highly favored! chosen by their god to display the power that is creation. with souls bared they fear no judgment for what shapes them.”

welcome to my character index! you might have come across a previous thread like this one but i’ve decided to give it a little face lift. since my character roster has i thought that it’d be nice to round all my creations up and drop them here.

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[erzulie]

sidney davidson

♡coded by uxie♡

full name ⎯ sidney james davidson
age ⎯ thirty-five
gender ⎯ cis male
sexuality ⎯ bisexual
place of birth — harlem, new york
race ⎯ african-american
occupation — hitman/bodyguard
time period — Late 90s - 2020s

appearance — sidney is noticed when he walks into a room. it’s hard not to take note of him. he towers over most people and is by no means lanky. no, sidney is filled out quite nicely. his solid frame speaks of a man not unfamiliar with working. a hulk of a man with an intense vibe around him. his eyes, which seem to peer into one’s very soul, are deep brown. they’re often mistaken as black. his eyes are always looking, glaring even. Sidney looks as though he’s upset about something or deep in thought. his hair is black. the hair on his head is shaved low and neat, and his beard is the same. there is nothing remarkable about Sidney, his clothes are simple and he has no tattoos or piercings. he has nothing that makes him stand out in a sea of people.

personality — sidney is a man of few words, a man who prefers to get straight to the point. he sees no use in drawing things out. no, in the world that he was brought up in, he has learned to get in and get out. sidney has never had the chance to stop and smell the roses, never had the time to truly relax. and because of this he is wound tight, already ready to pounce or spring into action at the drop of a hat. he’s efficient if nothing else.

ina world of full liars and con artists, sidney is a man of his word. though, he does not make promises freely. when he says that he’ll do something, best believe that it’ll get done. his goals and tasks are met with a level of determination that can only be described as dog-like. it’s no wonder that it’s hard to change his mind. once it’s made up nothing will make him drop it.

he is not a man who is the most morally right. sidney has killed, he has stolen and performed tasks that would land him in jail for life. sidney may seem like a quiet man, a docile one even but he is a dangerous one. if ordered he’d take someone out at the drop of a hat. don’t look to him for saving, for if he sees someone getting mugged then he’ll walk right past. he minds his business and looks out for himself before anyone else.

history — sidney was born in the the city of harlem, new york. born to low income parents, he was destined to fail from the get go. his story was the same as any of those in his position. but where many fell prey to the streets, sidney took a different route. no, he used his time, his anger at his situation to get involved in the world of boxing. at the gym that he father worked at, he would accompany him. it wasn’t long before the underground snatched him up. sidney had all the makings of a champion, his brute strength and cunning holding all the similarities of a gladiator. he spilled blood in the ring, blood pumping as the ground cheered him on. the beast was born within the ring.

he fought hard, gaining popularity due to his harsh nature. for the way he seemed to be void of any pity or empathy for his opponents, the cash flowed but there was still a hunger inside of him. he wanted more, more. he was tired of poverty, tired of treated like dirt. he gained the eye of a notorious gangster, a mafioso. the young underground boxer was sponsored by him, given access to training and techniques that he would have never gotten on his own.

back home things changed, his father, once a man who took out his frustrations of where he was in his life, quivered in fear of his son. sidney enjoyed it. for all the times that he couldn’t help his mother, his father would feel the same pain that they did. his mother hadn’t appreciated it, saying that he was no better than that man. that he was not the boy she raised. and she was right, that boy was dead.

things came to a head during one night after he’d returned from a match. his father, upset that his son was making it big. had taken it out on his wife and when his son returned, they fought. all that sidney remembers is his fist against flesh, his mother wailing in his ear as he poured all of his strength into his attack. his old man didn’t stand a chance.

not knowing what to do, he called his sponsor. the gangster agreed to help him, hell he was even impressed. he had decided that the beast would be his right then and there. at the tender age of 18 sidney began his life as a guard dog and hit man. as time passed more of his humanity seemed a chip off, revealing the monster underneath. he became feared, for people knew that if he were on their trail, it meant death. he loved it.

his mother was well taken care of but she could no longer look at her son. he terrified her. sidney was fine with it, she was safe at least. that was, until he found her in her room, unmoving with a bottle of pills beside him. the last of his humanity left him that day. the beast emerged from within, tearing at his skin to reveal skin fur, teeth and claws.

 

[erzulie]

akua

♡coded by uxie♡

full name ⎯ akua
age ⎯ thirty-three
gender ⎯ cis female
sexuality ⎯ pansexual
place of birth — fictional island known as firdaus
race ⎯ of west african descent
occupation — tribe leader & warrior
time period — best suited for a post apocalyptic or fantasy setting.

appearance — imposing, figure that takes up space wherever she may be. there is something that radiates from her, a type of intense energy that makes some uneasy. the same type of energy that comes with the anticipation, the feeling of something predator watching from the shadows. there is cruelty behind dark brown eyes, a promise of violence that shimmer beneath the surface. they are only made worse by a face that is often frowning, snarling, grinning in a way that animals bear their teeth. she knows that she is a sight to see, tall and with a physique that speaks of hard work and training. muscles sculpted from years of training and being pushed to their limits. her skin, shaded brown by the sun, is covered in markings of her victories and failures. scars little the flesh and she wears them with pride.

personality — it is said that when akua was born, she was born fighting. little limbs had jerked and swung while her war cries pierced the room, threatening to deafen those who had ripped her from comfortable darkness. the baby grew into a little terror, a fierce thing who bared teeth more than she smiled. no one was safe from her ambushes, her prowling as she hid in and behind trees for the perfect chance to strike. the child grew into a teen and then into a woman. of course, she aged just as those around her but her mannerisms were largely the same. but with age came refinement, with practice came success. akua is no longer that skinny child, all long limbs and knobby knees.

it is no secret that there is a darkness within her, something monstrous that rattles at the cages she keeps it in., it’s in the way her gaze is unwavering and piercing, in the way she grins at the whisper of violence. there is nothing comforting about her and she offers nothing to set people at ease when they look at her and see her dark eyes staring back. it’s hard to imagine such a being in a leadership position yet her people admire her for her honesty. akua is known for her cruelty yet also known for her fairness, the juxtaposition is not lost on her.

her clan is known for their brute-like ways and it is true, akua violence does come to her easily. but she is by no means brainless. though her brawn can blind her, there is a cunning streak within her. she does indeed prefer actions over words but akua is just as capable at planning, plotting. it’s easy to surprise people using the cover of some violent, mindless thing. her dark eyes are always watching, searching for a sign of weakness to latch onto with claws as sharp as any blade.

for all of her faults, akua does care about her clan in her own way. she has no problem with discarding those who put them in danger or force her hand, but the community is like an extended family to her. she has their best interest in mind even if it doesn’t seem like it. akua is there to make the hard choices, even if she’s not agreed with.

history — she remember running through the jungle on bare feet, chest heaving and legs burning as the being behind her closed in. each time she got a little first, her stamina increased with each sprint through the dense brush. in the end, she was tackled and caughted. little akua squirmed as her mother squeezed her tight. she remembers her teasing voice clearly, telling her daughter that she needed to be quicker.

her childhood on firdaus centered a lot around the concept of pushing herself, of being better, being stronger. it was why she would willingly get lost within the forest, why she fought and trained until her body. she wanted to be strong, just like her parents were. their words of wisdom were taken to heart. akua would make them proud if it was the last thing she did.

her days on firdaus were not always filled with training. there were days where she sparred with other children, playing war and games of predator vs. prey with those her age. they would secretly listen in as the adults sent them away and spoke of adult matters, scrambling when someone made a sound. yes, her days were also filled with fun and other childhood wonder.

akua has always been a feral little thing, growing hardened and strong just like her parents wanted her to be. so when she lost her mother in war, she did not shed a tear. of course she had mourned her but her eyes remained bone dry as she was buried. her mother had always told her that it was a family tradition to celebrate the dead, that death was not something to be feared and so akua celebrated.

it was never in her plans to become leader. she had been raised to follow in her mother’s footsteps after all, but something happened. the current leader, an outsider who had killed the previous leader as soon as they’d arrived, began making decisions that put her people at risk. akua stepped up, killed them gleefully and took the throne for herself. and she has continued to rule, undefeated and not run against ever since.

 

[erzulie]

emmanuel

♡coded by uxie♡

full name ⎯ emmanuel louis beauvais
age ⎯ twenty-seven
gender ⎯ cis male
sexuality ⎯ pansexual
place of birth — port-au-prince, haiti
race/ethnicity ⎯ black/hatian
occupation — artist & poet
time period: 2000s - 2020s

height ⎯ 5’11”
weight ⎯ 175 lbs

build — people are surprised when they see his body for the first time. instead of the string bean that he looks like over his clothes, emmanual has a lean yet muscled figure.
hair ⎯ pure, midnight black with no signs of brown. it almost looks blue in certain lights. emmanual has 4c type hair that he usually keeps in cornrows or styled in sponge curls. seeing as it’s the driest hair type he keeps it moisturized, thus giving it a shiny appearance.
eyes ⎯ black, though not soulless or lifeless. his eyes are bottomless pools of ink, some would happily drown within them. his eyes are the gateway to his mind.
skin ⎯ dark brown. emmanuel has been blessed with skin that seems to have been crafted by the sun itself. with wealth came the ability to take off of it properly, but there are still scars and knicks from his childhood. they are reminders of where he came from, of who he is at heart. he has a large scar across the middle of his back from a vicious round of tire machèt and a bite mark from an unfriendly hound on his side.
notable features ⎯ his cheekbones are probably his most noticeable trait. there’s also his septum piercing, it seems to stand out within the upper class for some reason.


personality — his pearly white smile and penchant for smooth talk helps him talk his way out of most situations. emmanuel is a silver tongued devil with the looks of an angel, and he shamelessly uses it to his advantage. he has a way of twisting his words, wielding his ability to speak in half truths with ease. one can never be too sure of what his intentions are and he prefers to keep it that way. it’s exciting to keep people guessing, to watch their frustration when they fail to figure him out. emmanuel is a shameless flirt, he’s the type for meaningless and uncomplicated flings. there’s something about the feeling of seducing others that he likes, the feeling of being desired or going after someone he desires is one he enjoys immensely.

emmanuel is a hedonist by all means. he has spent the majority of his life poor, watching his mother struggle to provide for them. now that he has the means to truly enjoy life, he wants to enjoy all that it has to offer. for so long he has put his own desires aside for the sake of his family. he has gone nights without food to fill his belly with cheap clothing barely keeping him warm as he slept. now that he has had a taste of luxury, he has latched on. it’s his turn to enjoy the higher life.

as a result of leaving all that he knew at a young age and starting over, he has learned to adapt. emmanuel was placed in a crowd of those who were so far out of reach for him, it had to learn their ways or suffer. street smarts have taught him to also be aware of his surroundings, for dangers lurking about but the high class life has shown him the dangerous of people hidden behind smiles. now he is able to read people, learn of their intentions without the use of words. emmanuel is a manipulator that feels little remorse for what he does. in the world, it’s eat or be eaten.

with his new position in life emmanuel was able to enjoy the things he couldn’t previously. once upon a time ago emmanuel would run the streets with those his age. he abandoned his passions in exchange for a false sense of manhood and belonging amongst his peers. it was surprising how those internet reignited in him under the right guidance. painting, sculpting, he would become lost, oblivious to the world around him as he let his emotions touch canvas, as his hands brought his visions to life with clay. he was quick to realize that knowledge was power and so, he learned all that he could. he developed a curiosity of the world around him and with it came questions, ones that he wanted answers to. emmanuel believes that life is about learning, even when one is no longer in school.

emmanuel is fully aware that he is a hypocrite. for no matter how harshly he judges the rich, he has become one of them in many ways. there’s a fear within him, one where he becomes so like the wealthy that he loses his empathy. they he may one day mourn the loss of the boy is once was, blind to the state of the world around him. perhaps one day the persona he puts forth may become who is actually is, the thought scares him.

history — emmanuel hails from port-au-prince, haiti. born into a lower class family it seemed like he was set up to fail from the very beginning yet it only made him hunger for a better life for himself and his loved ones. a life where he didn't need to worry about where their next meal would come from or how the rent would be paid. His mother, lovelie, worked herself to exhaustion in order to provide for them, missing meals so that her son would not go to bed hungry. she only had the help of her own parents and a sister that moved away the first chance she got.

like any young person emmanual often took what he had for granted. instead of studying as he should he would go off to play with his friends, ignoring how his mother repeatedly told him the importance of education. emmanuel was an angry child, an envious boy who hated the fact that they were poor. that his mother had to work herself half to death, only to barely scrape by. emmanual’s only solace was in the books he read, he would immerse himself into the worlds and dream that he was the main character who solved all the mysteries and slayed all the monsters or in the art that he would draw in school, doodling away when he did attend.

but no matter how much he tried to shut out the world around him, he was still reminded of his reality. and so he began to steal, to fight for money and fall into the wrong crowd at a young age in hopes of bettering their situation. he knew that his choices broke his family’s heart yet how could they not see that he was doing it all for them? he continued to spiral down that path while his family prayed to their ancestors to watch over him, to make him see the error of his ways before it was too late.

emmanual remembered the day his life had flashed before his eyes. his home, no, his entire world had shook as if some petro lwa had come to punish him for what he had done. and as everything collapsed and he was stuck within the rubble for what felt like years, emmanual could have sworn that his grann had been there with him, speaking to him that oh so stern tone of hers, letting him know that if he didn’t change now he would never change things for his family. emmanual could remember clawing as something bloomed inside of him. and when he reached the other side, reuniting with his mother, he felt reborn.

to his devastation his grann had not survived, crushed beneath the rubble of her home with her husband. And when his aunt learned of this, she had taken them in to live with her. just as her nephew, she wished to become something in order to help her family. and so she worked and fought to attend medical school and become a successful cardiologist before working her way to the top and becoming a ceo. her wealth only increased after the death of her husband, a old money hotel mogul. from then on emmanuel’s life was changed. he had a hard time adapting to his new life. he quickly learnt that living as a member of the “elite” was something that came with rules in a sense. emmanuel learned of how members acted with each other and he adapted. the fake smiles and ruthlessness came easy to him in time. emmanuel was given a proper education, paid for him by his aunt. with these new doors opened the young man thrived in an educational setting. he was able to blend into high society and reap the benefits ever since.

 

[erzulie]

dottie dobson.

student.

code by birth of venus.

full name ⎯ ladonna elaine dobson
age ⎯ 17 years old
gender ⎯ cis female
sexuality ⎯ lesbian
place of birth — united states
race ⎯ black
occupation — student
time period — 1970s


hair — she rocks her natural hair proudly, despite how people tell her that she needs to “fix” her head. dottie wears her 4c type afro with pride. it doesn’t matter if people believe that it’s gone out of style. if she’s not wearing it out, she styles it in two afro-puffs. occasionally she does get a silk press to change things up.
eyes ⎯ big and round, the type of eyes that are just made for giving that familiar kicked puppy look. dottie’s eyes are black in color. they’re framed by long, mascara covered lashes. her eyelids are often decorated with whatever color she’s wearing for the day.
skin - as much as she wishes it so, her skin is not as clear as she’d like. dottie has the typical acne, it comes in the form of closed comedones and hyperpigmentation in areas.
build — in medical terms, dottie has a mesomorph, slightly pear-like type build. most of her activity comes from snooping around with the club members, so she has little muscle mass. she does have some stubborn “baby” fat that she hasn’t shed, especially in her cheeks.
misc — dottie has a noticeable gap between her two front teeth. despite jokes at her expense she doesn’t mind her gap, she actually thinks that it’s cute. a recent feature of hers is a belly button piercing that she got without her mama’s permission. dottie hasn’t broken the news to her yet, but doesn’t she doesn’t think that she wants to.

personality — little dottie dobson has a certain reputation around town. when the old folks see her they shake their heads in disapproval. they say that she doesn’t have the sense that god born her with. they say she’s the type that makes people like them look bad. this reputation has been with her for as long as she can remember. dottie has gotten used to their opinions and rumors that have attached themselves to her name.

you’ll likely hear her before you see her. more often than not it seems like she doesn’t have a quiet setting. dottie’s voice was made for speaking out, for telling others how she feels without a care. her mama told her that god gave her a voice for a reason and that she shouldn’t let anyone take it from her. it’s a saying that dottie took to heart. people say that she has a smart mouth, that she doesn’t know when to hush. but in her opinion, she’s just honest. dottie is blunt to the point of being hurtful. she sugarcoats nothing, feelings be damned. with her, it’s best to tell it how it is, to get straight to the points. with her little habit of spewing profanities, the way she speaks can come across as offensive.

dottie is a confident young woman, maybe even a little full of herself at times. she’ll spend too much time in the mirror if possible. her appearance is something that’s important to her, but the only gaze that matters is her own. dottie looks good for herself, she feels no need to impress others. people will always have something negative to say, they’ll always find a flaw even if you’re trying to find it. why would she want that unnecessary stress? dottie doesn’t need anyone to tell her that she’s amazing, flattery does nothing for her because she’s fully aware that she’s something special. people can taunt her for her gap, her clothes, but she lets their words roll off her back.

when there’s something that dottie doesn’t want to do, she won’t do it. you’ll have more success with arguing with a brick wall. dottie is as stubborn as a mule, one that doesn’t like being told what to do. she says that she doesn’t have trouble with authority but rather, authority has trouble with her. and it’s true in a sense. with how she’s perceived dottie is almost always seen as having an “attitude” or that she behaves to “grown”. she’s met with a lack of empathy and she notices, expects it even. dottie will call it out and there aren’t too many who like that.

it’s true that dottie has a habit of getting into trouble, but it’s usually just a little harmless fun. so what if her fingers have been sticky a few times? who’ll miss a candy bar or two? and what’s life without the occasional fight? she wouldn’t go as far as to say that she’s a full-blown daredevil, but she can be reckless. dottie has trouble with thinking things through. she’s never been the most patient person. to make up for it, she’s a cunning person with the ability to think on her feet.

dottie is aware of her many faults and has never claimed to be perfect. but she doesn’t think that she’s all that bad, despite what society tells her. deep down though, she’s hurt by her treatment. she hides it well, pushes it down so that it can’t bother her.

history — ladonna “dottie” dobson was born and raised within graysville, massachusetts. though her family history starts out in a whole different town. her mother, charity dabson, was the daughter of two wealthy parents. when her parents found out that she had gotten pregnant, by a hoodlum of all people, they had urged her to get rid of the child. charity, young and in love, refused. she was sure that, with her then boyfriend raymond, they would be able to provide for their child.

the argument that followed was explosive, tears flowed as charity packed up her things and left for the next town over. her parents provided her with enough money to find somewhere to stay, but that was as generous as they would get. charity and raymond stayed together for quite a while, but soon the thrill of dating someone who was previously off limits began to wear off. their relationship became strained as raymond couldn’t leave the streets. the two developed an one again off again relationship.

the birth of her daughter introduced charity to a new type of love. as her baby girl came into the world wailing, quieting down when she was placed upon her mother’s chest, charity knew that she would do anything for her. adapting to her new life was difficult, but she was nothing, if not a resilient woman. she would do what she had to do for her child.

raymond was a mediocre father at best. he would visit his daughter a few times, with his disappearances between each visit becoming longer. charity was too proud to beg, it was his loss after all. he would miss the amazement moments as ladonna grew up, from her first steps to her first words. charity was ready to be her child’s mother and father. she wouldn’t need someone so didn’t seem to want her in her life.

ladonna was an active child and a clingy one at that. she found it hard to separate from her mother and when left with sitters, she’d cry her little heart out. at the time she didn’t understand that mama had to leave for so long to provide for her, she worked so much so that she would never go without. but when charity did have time, they would spend it together.

by her teenage years ladonna was well aware of why her mother worked so much, and she felt terrible. so it was then that she began doing hair to help out with things, so that her mama didn’t have to stress so much. but like any other teenager ladonna would get into trouble. with a mother who was out more often than not, it was easy for her to sneak out to go cruising or partying. but when she got into trouble, the look on her mother’s face made her feel all the worse.

 

[erzulie]

justice verlice.

super villian.

code by birth of venus.

full name ⎯ justice verlice aka shroud
age ⎯ 25 years old
gender ⎯ cis male
sexuality ⎯ homosexual
place of birth — fictional city in the us called emerdol
race ⎯ black
occupation — business man, gang leader, villian
time period — 90s -2020s or futuristic time period


hair — Black. Justice has 4c type hair that he styles with the use of a curl sponge. Occasionally he gets his hair braided, though he does have to use braiding hair to give it length.
eyes — Pure black. His eyes are pitch black with no white visible, this is the only physical evidence of his status as a powered. Though people tend to believe that it’s some sort of eye tattoo. Wears glasses to hide them as well.
skin — Dark brown with golden undertones. His speaks of a troubled past, old scars litter his body. He has a tattoo of hell hound on the back of his shoulder. The beast has glowing red eyes and seems to snarl as he moves.
build — Justice is all lithe muscles and long legs, a body meant for speed and agility rather than strength. He stands at 5’10.

personality — intense is a word that is often used to describe justice. he is not a man of many words, instead he lingers in the background. he melds into the shadows quite easily and from there he is always watching, waiting even. word has carried to him that his aura is unnerving, eery and he would have it no other way. he enjoys the feeling of knowing that people fear him. from behind dark sunglasses he takes them in, dark gaze searching for any sign of weakness to exploit. he holds all the likeness of a predator. justice is the entity that haunts your subconscious, the creature from tales of being stalked and hunted. his gaze, cold and empty. there is something about those eyes of his, those eyes like two black holes, like the emptiness of space.

there are those who have seen the worst of humanity and yet, they still continue to smile, to see the good in the human race. justice is not one of those people. he is a self-aware individual, he knows that he is jaded and he does not mind. there is no amount of good that can be done to truly erase evil. so he has become one with it. justice looks out for himself, his own survival one of the most important things to him. he holds little regard for the majority of others and will not hesitate to use them and toss them aside. justice is not above using violence and manipulation to get results.

it is as though justice became just like those that wronged him. the darkness of his environment truly shaped him in the worst way. a being broken and mended together jaggedly and sharp. he would never claim to be a forgiving person. is it right? his desire to inflict pain as if it will make up for his own? no, but he doesn’t care. he finds pleasure in hurting others, in breaking them down until they too see how horrible the world is. he enjoys watching the hope leave their eyes. where the goal of hero’s is to help and spread kindness, justice wishes the corrupt and reveal the truth. that the world is truly a horrible place.

justice is the calculating sort and by no means a hothead. instead he is decisive in his decision making, weighs his options carefully so that he knows that he’s making the right choice. he’s an intelligent young man who plans in advance and keeps his cards close to his chest. there is never a clear sign of what’s going on behind those dark eyes of his. justice is a man who moves in silence.

justice seems to fit perfectly within the world of villainy, a truly vile young man with little morals. if there is another side of him, a kinder sign, it has never been shown. as far as those around him know, he has also been this dark, dangerous person.

powers — sense manipulation. justice is able to manipulate the senses of both himself and others. it grants him the ability to freely alter or remove the five senses. it manifests through touch or a pitch black shadow-like substance he radiates.

enhanced senses. he can enhance the senses of himself and other. when using this ability on others he does it in a way that usually causes a sensory overload or lowering their pain tolerance. justice can target on sense or all of them at the same time.

sensory deprivation. justice can cruelly send people into a state where they feel nothing, his shadows will surround them and rip away the senses of his choice. he enjoys doing all of them at one time, making his targets numb.

imperceptibility. he is able to make himself imperceptible, unable to be detected by those around him. his takes up space but those around will not be able to perceive him. an example would be walking into an unknown force.

illusions. he can create vivid hallucinations or full blown illusions when dealing with a target. they’re life like in nature, making them difficult to distinguish from reality. he can conjure up nightmarish images, make mere minutes seem like hours.

limitations — touch. when using his ability through touch, he must remain in physical contact with them in order to manipulate their senses. of course, this leaves him open to attacks that break his concentration, thus stopping his ability.

mental abilities. those with abilites that focus on the mind are more likely to break his illusions. justice has no idea why but they seem to have some sort of mental block that stops them from being completely absorbed into his illusions.

time length. justice is unable to permanently remove someone’s senses. his ability has a time limit through both means. when his shadows are in use, depending on how much is inserted into a person or how much they are exposed to, it can last up to a few hours or days. with touch, the connection is broken as soon as he lets ago.


history —
there was once a little boy with big black eyes and a smile that could melt the hearts of those around him. a child who was left on the steps of an orphanage on a foggy night. the caretaker saw only a baby chilled by the cool air, no sign of the parent that left him. in his bassinet lay an apology note with his name on it, justice he was called.

the one who dropped him off was aware of the orphanage’s status, a place said to house children with powers gained from the change. it was true, on the surface. to the public the orphanage was a well funded place for society’s most vulnerable, for little ones infected by the change. no one thought to look deeper, still devastated by the damage of the change, they preferred to not look into it too hard. out of sight, out of mind as the saying goes. inspections were always passed with flying colors, children were dressed up and showcased to let the conditions of the orphanage be known.

sadly, the emptiness in their eyes and the hollowness of their voice were never noticed. justice learned of the true nature of the orphanage as he grew. knew of the horrors that really went on inside and in his attempts to escape he was always brought back. eventually he realized that it was pointless, he became one of those empty children. one of the dolls to show off so that more children were dropped off and more investors would sponsor the place. they were raised to be obedient, subservient even. they were told that it was for their own good, so that they could be adopted and taken into a loving family. children were easy to fool like that, give them enough hope and they were willing to behave. it was disgustingly easy and a young justice believed it wholeheartedly.

when his time came, he was elated. justice was happy that he would finally leave the horrible place. and adopted by a beautiful wealthy couple no less. for the first time in a long time he could smile again. his state made him blind to their manipulations however, unaware that they were just using him as something of a guard dog and prized possession rather than a child of their own. justice remembers the games that they would place, the people who would come just to see him, like he was some show horse. the punishments came swiftly when he dared to act out until eventually he began to act on autopilot. he adapted to the horrors that he saw and his buyers were happy. they foolishly let their guards down.

no one heard their screams as they were slayed in their bed. when a servant found them justice was long gone and was never seen again. it was assumed that the killer had taken him or worse. for a time he lived on the streets committing petty crimes and eventually joining the hell hounds as a drug runner. he slowly worked his way up, gaining the attention of hades himself and being taken under his wing as a result.