Realistic or Modern Divinity Within — Yearbook

[kevin]

ELYSIUM ACADEMY YEARBOOK

DOSSIER
Name
Nickname
Age - 18 to 25 years old
Gender & Pronouns
Sexuality
Date of Birth
Place of Birth
Ethnicity/Race

VISAGE
Weight
Height
Build
Eyes
Skin
Hair
Body Mods
Distinguishing Features
Face Claim

PERSONA
Personality - At least 2 paragraphs or 3+ Virtues and Vices with descriptions
Likes - 4+
Dislikes - 4+
Fears
Hobbies
Skills

ACADEMIC FILE
Grade
Godly Parent
Dorm
Monster Attack - When your character turned 18, what kind of monster attacked them? How did they handle the situation?
Powers & Abilities - Keep them balanced and fair!
Strengths
Weaknesses

HISTORY
Origin Story - Be sure to include how their parent told them about what they actually are!

Divnity Within.

code by birth of venus.

 

[kevin]

• daughter of hecate
• son of cupid

• 
  
  romano

  ;; dahlia

  
  ❝DOSSIER❞
  [name] — dahlia celine romano
  [nickname] — lia
  [age] — 22 years old
  [gender] — female, she/her
  [sexuality] — heterosexual
  [date of birth] — october 1st
  [place of birth] — florence, italy
  [ethnicity/race] — caucasian; italian
  
  ❝VISAGE❞
  [hair] — long, thick, black hair that stops right above her breasts.
  [eyes] — green.
  [skin] — cool-toned ivory with neutral undertones. she has brown freckles sprinkled across her face.
  [height] — 5'6"
  [weight] — 120 pounds.
  [body modifications] — crescent moon tattoo under her right collarbone right above the start of her right breast.
  [face claim] — alice pagani.
  
  ❝PERSONA❞
  [positive traits]
  confident — dahlia is a confident person who always has an optimistic outlook on life and is not afraid to take risks or make mistakes because she knows that she can handle whatever challenges come her way. dahlia is comfortable in her skin and exudes a sense of ease and poise in social situations. she speaks and acts with clarity, authority, and conviction.
  
  she is not afraid to speak her mind, express her opinions, or stand up for what she believes in, even in the face of opposition or criticism. she has a strong sense of purpose and direction in life. always having clear goals and a plan for achieving them, which gives her a sense of focus and motivation. she is resilient in the face of setbacks and failures, and uses these experiences as opportunities for growth and learning.
  
  overall, dahlia is someone who radiates self-assurance, self-esteem, and self-reliance. she can navigate life's challenges with grace and ease.
  
  creative — dahlia possesses a unique ability to think outside the box, challenge traditional ideas, and come up with innovative solutions to problems. she has a passion for exploring new and unconventional ways of expressing herself and is not afraid to take risks or experiment with new ideas.
  
  she possesses an active imagination and can visualize abstract concepts, seeing beyond the surface level of things to uncover deeper meanings and insights. she is always curious, constantly seeking out new experiences and inspiration to fuel her creativity.
  
  adaptable — dahlia can adjust and thrive in different situations, environments, and contexts. she is flexible and can easily handle changes, challenges, and unexpected obstacles that may arise in her life.
  
  she is a quick learner and is always comfortable with taking on new roles, responsibilities, and challenges. she can assess the demands of a situation and adjust their approach accordingly, displaying a high level of versatility and resilience
  
  dahlia is also good at assessing her strengths and weaknesses and is constantly seeking ways to improve herself. she is open to feedback and is not afraid to try new approaches or methods to achieve her goals.
  
  responsible — dahlia always holds herself accountable for her actions, can be trusted to fulfill her commitments, and takes ownership of her decisions and consequences. she is reliable, dependable, and trustworthy. being a responsible person, she takes ownership of her actions and is willing to take steps to correct mistakes and prevent them from happening again in the future. she is also willing to make sacrifices and put in the necessary effort to fulfill her obligations and meet her commitments.
  
  open-minded — dahlia is receptive to different ideas, perspectives, and experiences without immediately dismissing them based on her own beliefs or biases. she is willing to listen to others' opinions and consider different viewpoints before forming her conclusions. she is always curious and enjoys learning new things, which helps her expand her knowledge and understanding of the world.
  
  she is not afraid to challenge her own beliefs and is willing to admit when she is wrong or needs to re-evaluate her thinking. this allows her to be comfortable with ambiguity and uncertainty, recognizing that there may not always be a clear answer or solution to every problem.
  
  hard-working — dahlia is dedicated to her goals and is willing to put in a lot of effort and time to achieve them. she is focused, driven, and has a strong work ethic. she is not afraid of challenges and is always willing to take on new tasks and responsibilities. dahlia is highly organized and manages her time effectively to maximize productivity.
  
  she possesses a lot of perseverance and resilience. she is not discouraged by setbacks or obstacles and can keep pushing forward, even when faced with adversity. in addition, dahlia tends to have a positive attitude and a strong sense of motivation. she can stay focused on her goals and maintain a high level of energy and enthusiasm, even when facing difficult or tedious tasks.
  
  [negative traits]
  arrogant — due to her upbringing and the powers/abilities she possesses, dahlia can sometimes be arrogant. she will look down on others and disregard their opinions and feelings. she finds pleasure in boasting about her accomplishments, lifestyle, and powers. overall, this is a trait she is trying to correct as she goes on in life.
  
  quick-tempered — dahlia tends to become easily and intensely angry or irritable in response to various situations or triggers. she has a short fuse and a low tolerance for frustration and will react impulsively and aggressively when she feels provoked or challenged. she exhibits her anger through shouting, cursing, throwing objects, and engaging in physical altercations. though the worst of it all is when she allows her enraged emotions to take over her powers which can be a recipe for disaster.
  
  she experiences intense emotions such as rage, frustration, and resentment, which leads to negative impacts on her relationships, work, and overall well-being.
  
  blunt — dahlia speaks her mind without sugar-coating or filtering her words. she is straightforward and honest in her communication, often expressing her opinions or criticisms without regard for social norms or the feelings of others. she can come across as rude, insensitive, or tactless to some, as she may not consider the impact of her words on others.
  
  however, a few others appreciate her directness and honesty. she is seen as confident and assertive and has no qualms about speaking up for herself or others. overall, dahlia does not mince words and is not afraid to say what she thinks or feels.
  
  manipulative — dahlia uses deceitful tactics to control or influence others for her gain or benefit, often without regard for the feelings, needs, or well-being of others. she utilizes lying, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, and charisma to manipulate others easily.
  
  malicious — dahlia sometimes takes pleasure in causing harm or distress to others, often with a deliberate intent to do so. she engages in a variety of harmful behaviors, including lying, manipulating, and deceiving others for personal gain. depending on the situation, she may engage in acts of aggression or violence, either physical or verbal, towards others.
  
  rebellious — dahlia usually does not conform to societal norms or rules, often seeking to challenge authority and existing power structures. she actively resists or rejects established social, political, or cultural norms, often pushing boundaries and questioning the status quo. she is outspoken and confrontational, unafraid to speak her mind and challenge those in positions of authority.
  
  overall, dahlia is an independent thinker who is not afraid to challenge the status quo and pursue her path, even in the face of opposition
  
  [likes] — dahlias, tattoos, gardening, milk chocolate, silver jewelry, the moon, fresh laundry, nighttime, dark colors, alternative music
  
  [dislikes] — country music, unnecessary rudeness, lazy people/being lazy, roses, olives, confined spaces, being late, failure, liars
  
  [fears] — dying, heights, confined spaces, burning, drowning
  
  [hobbies] — gardening, practicing magic, sewing, martial arts
  
  [skills] - spell casting, any type of combat, problem-solving, team leading
  
  ❝ACADEMIC FILE❞
  [grade] — junior
  
  [godly parent] — hecate, greek goddess of witchcraft & necromancy
  
  [dorm] — mageia
  
  [monster attack] — on her eighteenth birthday, dahlia spent the afternoon picking dahlias from an open flower field near her house. it was her favorite spot to spend her free time and they always had beautiful flowers to pick. she was getting ready to leave the field because her basket was getting full and heavy from all the flowers she picked. as she picked the last few flowers from the field, she felt the ground start to shake. at first, dahlia thought it was an earthquake since italy is known to get them often. but she soon discovered that was not the case. the ground shaking was followed by a deep, loud, and thunderous bellow. she looked around the field until she noticed something running at her, getting closer and closer by the second. its heavy feet made the ground shake horribly and dahlia struggled to maintain her balance. she soon made out that the thing running toward her was a giant. it was tall, bulky, and muscular. she dropped her basket of flowers and made a run for it. the giant ran at her with a whole tree in its hand which he used to chuck at dahlia. she looked back as the tree flew right at her and she slide mid-run to avoid being hit. with the rocky and rough terrain she was trekking, the slide cut up her legs but she shook it off as the tree landed a foot in front of her. dahlia stopped herself just in time and came face to trunk with the tree. she stood up and turned around. the giant was a few feet away from her and she had the chance to run but her leg throbbed with pain. she looked down and her right leg was gashed open with blood gushing out. dahlia winced in pain and sat on the ground. it was the end of her life and she had no choice but to accept death. as the giant inched closer, letting out a deep and loud bellow, dahlia's body suddenly felt warm and tingly. the pain she felt was no longer there and she felt as if she was just touched by a live wire. dahlia felt reenergized and like she could fight a thousand men with one arm tied behind her back. her mind was racing with a million different thoughts but only one stood out to her. all she could think of was fire. it had great importance and it meant something. dahlia closed her eyes and focused only on fire. all kinds of fire; wildfire, campfire, hellfire. she raised her arm up and out, with her palm facing the giant. what felt like hours to dahlia was just a few seconds of her focusing on fire. there was another loud bellow, this time sounding like a bellow from something in pain. dahlia opened her eyes and the giant that was chasing her was now engulfed in flames, thrashing around, soon falling to the ground, all burnt like charcoal which disintegrated and blew away into the wind. dahlia was too stunned to move or make a sound. so she sat in the same spot, staring at the spot where the giant was just laying. after a few minutes, she made her way back home where she saw her father pulling in from work. dahlia told her father what had happened and the truth about her mother and divinity came to light.
  
  ❝POWERS❞
  [witchcraft] — being the daughter of hecate who is the goddess of witchcraft, dahlia's divine blood allows her to use magic. she can cast spells, concoct potions, cast curses, and much more with her magic. her spell casting is a formulae for producing specific magical effects and phenomena. such formulae are often a series of magic words, symbols, and incantations, but they can also take the form of specific thoughts, gestures, rituals, and other actions that can sometimes require additional components to function properly.
  
  [necromancy] — through her witchcraft, dahlia can control and manipulate the dead. her ability involves the dead, life force, and/or souls. dahlia's magical abilities revolve around manipulating the dead, death, the death force, and/or souls for good (i.e., resurrecting the dead), evil (in various ways), or neither. she can also use communicate with the deceased – either by summoning their spirit as an apparition or raising them bodily – for the purpose of divination, imparting the means to foretell future events or discover hidden knowledge. her necromancy allows her to reanimate skeletons which she can use to call forth the dead to fight with her.
  
  [telekinesis] — dahlia possesses the magical ability to move things with only the power of her mind. through various mental exercises, dahlia has mastered her telekinesis and can move stuff mentally or through hand movements.
  
  ❝ABILITIES❞
  [multilingual] — dahlia is fluent in italian, greek, and latin. almost all of her spells, rituals, and curses require her to speak in latin and some of them require her to speak in greek or italian.
  
  [magical knowledge] — during her five years at Elysium Academy, dahlia has expanded her knowledge of magic greatly. through classes and studying spell books, grimoires, and communicating with the dead, she has learned a lot about her powers & abilities.
  
  [combat] — growing up, dahlia's father had her attend martial arts classes. she knows kung-fu, jujutsu, taekwondo, and many more. she is good at close-range and long-range combat as well as combat with a weapon.
  
  ❝STRENGTHS❞
  [combat] — since dahlia was an only child growing up, her father made sure to put her in martial arts classes. at first, she hated them. she wanted to do ballet or dance but her father insisted on martial arts. as the years went on, dahlia grew to like her classes and was at the top of all of them. she is experienced in multiple types of martial arts and she is adept in hand to hand combat.
  
  [magic] — dahlia's divinity allows magic to come easier to her than the average person. but that doesn't mean she didn't have to study and go through trial and error every day. and to this day, she still has room for improvement. dahlia studies spell books, grimoires, and textbooks as well as attending classes at the academy to help her.
  
  [manipulation] dahlia always manages to make folks uncomfortable. she is an expert liar who can make up feelings. dahlia can make people react angrily, cower in fear of being hit in a vulnerable spot, or eat out of the palm of her palms with just a few well-chosen words.
  
  [strategizing] — dahlia is skilled at strategically planning assaults to defeat adversaries. she is capable of doing this while engaged in combat, while carefully observing them to determine their next move, or when aggressively working against a group. her combat strategies are typically well-thought-out and comprehensive.
  
  ❝WEAKNESSES❞
  [human factor] — even though dahlia has divine blood flowing through her veins, she still is half-mortal. if she pushes herself too hard for too long, she can exhaust her body which can result in injuries that can be fatal. she is prone to collapsing, passing out, nausea, nosebleeds, and even death.
  
  [concentration] — for dahlia's spells, potions, curses, etc. to work effectively, she has to have full focus and concentration. if she is caught off guard or distracted, the expected result may not turn out how she wants or may even cause harm to her or others around her.
  
  [emotions] — dahlia's emotions play a big part in her powers & abilities. if she allows herself to become enraged then her magic can become unbalanced. if she becomes sad or depressed, her magical will weaken which will cause her spells, rituals, curses, etc. to not work properly. her being quick-tempered does not help her at all with this.
  
  ❝EXTRA❞
  [backstory] — in the beautiful city of florence, italy lived a man named alessandro marco romano. he worked in the city as a lawyer and he was respected and well-known by everyone. his work as a lawyer was impeccable and he was known as the man who could win any court case. a lot of people went to him for help in winning their cases and he always helped no matter how big or small. every time he went to work, it wasn't unusual for him to have a boatload of emails and new cases for him to review. one this particular day though, he had a lot of cases waiting to be reviewed so they could either be accepted or rejected. alessandro got to work right away and he had two trial juries to attend. the day went on and he won the first case with ease. he readied himself for the second trial and went on his way. when he arrived in the courtroom, he couldn't help but notice this stunning woman sitting in the jury box. she had long, jet-black hair, pale skin, luscious red lips, and piercing green eyes. her beauty was unmatched and alessandro couldn't help himself. he was in a trance and he just had to have this woman.
  
  of course, he was going to win this case to impress this woman and then see if she'd possibly be interested in going out for a drink or two. the trial lasted four painful but in the end, it was worth it because alessandro won the case. he got himself packed up, and right as the woman was getting ready to exit, he caught up to her and asked her out. to his surprise, she said yes. it had been some months since he'd been on the dating scene but he knew he still had it. they discussed where to meet and they went their separate ways until the time of the date. alessandro went home and freshened up for his date with this gorgeous woman. the time came and the two wined and dined at a fancy restaurant in the heart of florence. the two hit it off immediately. she was everything alessandro could ever ask for and more. they truly were a perfect match. soon, their date came to an end and they had to say their goodbyes. of course, they set up another date for next week and alessandro was ecstatic. for the next eight months, the two spent what felt like every last second together. they went on cruises and vacations where alessandro would shower this mysterious but beautiful woman with gifts. though, one day, she gave alessandro the best gift ever. she came to him pregnant. one of their very heated date nights resulted in her becoming pregnant and alessandro was the happiest he could ever be.
  
  for the next nine months, alessandro did everything he could for the mother of his child. he made sure she was always comfortable and had everything she needed. he moved her into his house and set up a nursery for her and the baby. every day, he would come home with many different things for the baby such as clothes, diapers, toys, strollers, carriers, etc. just so they'd have everything for when the baby arrived. nine beautiful months later, the woman gave birth. for two weeks after, she stayed with alessandro and did everything she needed for the baby. they named their baby daughter, dahlia celine romano. she looked just like her mother, some would say a carbon copy. and alessandro was the happiest man in the world. though one day, that all came crashing down. the woman, who had told alessandro her name was evangeline, came to him while nursing dahlia. she told him she could no longer stay with him and dahlia because she had very important business to attend to. she placed dahlia in his arms, smiled at him, and disappeared into the night. it caught alessandro off guard very badly. he could not understand why she did this to him. she had taken his heart and played with it for almost two years and then she smashed it into a million pieces. alessandro was sad and angry at her for doing this to him. he immediately hired private investigators and detectives to search for her but there was no trace of her. he was depressed but he had a daughter to raise. and yes, it hurt him every time he looked into his daughter's eyes and scanned her facial features because dahlia reminded him of her.
  
  growing up, dahlia was an intelligent, confident, and adventurous girl. she loved running through the woods, playing in the mud, and running wild with any animals she came across. her father had placed her in a private school so she would get the best education. dahlia was very smart for her age and was always top of her class. at the age of eight, alessandro put her in martial art classes. at first, dahlia didn't want to go. this is when she started to rebel a bit and didn't want to listen to her father or anyone. but over time, she got used to the classes and became the best martial artist in the school. she was an active, intelligent, confident, and courageous little girl. dahlia often wondered where her mother was. it was tough on her to see all her friends with mothers and it did make her sad from time to time. but she got over it. she wanted to be better than her mother and become the best she could be to make her father proud.
  
  into her teen years, she was spoiled a lot by her father because he allowed her to have access to his funds. dahlia loved fashion so she would spend a lot of time shopping and spending money on expensive clothes and items. she developed a taste for chanel and darker clothing, which truly fit her. dahlia was one of the few girls in her school who had nicer and better things than everyone else. it made her feel good to be able to flaunt her father's money and she became arrogant. it was a bad thing but she loved it so much. dahlia was a great martial artist, the smartest girl who was at the top of all her classes, and she had money. what else could a teenage girl ask for? she was always open-minded and confident and had no fears at all it seemed. she always wanted to be the team leader and never the follower. she rebelled a lot which did get her in trouble but she learned from her mistakes which helped better herself in the long end. dahlia was slowly achieving her main goal of becoming a better woman than her mother.
  
  though on her eighteenth birthday, her whole life changed. she was out picking flowers on the afternoon of her birthday when she was attacked by a giant. and the craziest part was, dahlia killed it with fire. but no just any fire, no. a fire that she made with her mind. this caused her to question her father about who she was and why this was happening which lead her to receive an invitation to Elysium Academy, a prestigious school for demigods.

  coded by reveriee.
  
  
• 
  
  amata

  ;; valentino

  
  ❝DOSSIER❞
  [name] — valentino remus amata
  [nickname] — val, tino
  [age] — 20 years old
  [gender] — male, he/him/his
  [sexuality] — homosexual
  [place of birth] — athens, greece
  [date of birth] — february 14th
  [ethnicity/race] — caucasian; greek
  
  ❝VISAGE❞
  [hair] — red, short, curly
  [eyes] — blue green
  [skin] — ivory with neutral undertones, he has light brown freckles all over this face
  [height] — 6'1"
  [weight] — 160 pounds. tall, toned, and lean
  [body modifications] — not really a body mod he chose to have done, are his white large, feathered wings. valentino inherited them from his father. a few days after arriving at Elysium Academy, he went through a painful transformation where he grew his wings.
  [face claim] — anton william heitzig
  
  ❝PERSONA❞
  [positive traits]
  caring - valentino has always been sensitive to the feelings and needs of others and he actively listens to them without judgment. he takes the time to understand their problems and tries to offer practical solutions or emotional support. valentino is generous with his time and resources and is always willing to lend a helping hand. he makes an effort to be there for others, whether it's by offering a kind word, a listening ear, or a comforting embrace.
  
  respectful -valentino is respectful, considerate, and courteous towards others, regardless of their background or status. he treats everyone with dignity, kindness, and empathy, and he listens attentively to what others have to say. he understands that everyone has their own unique perspective and experiences, and he does not judge or belittle others based on their differences. valentino is mindful of his actions and words, and he strives to avoid offending or hurting others.
  
  positive - valentino is positive generally and has an optimistic outlook on life and tends to see the good in situations and people. he has a cheerful and upbeat demeanor, and often has a can-do attitude toward challenges and obstacles. he tends to approach problems with a solution-focused mindset and is resilient in the face of setbacks. valentino is often energetic, enthusiastic, and full of vitality, and tends to exude positive energy that uplifts those around him.
  
  hard-working - valentino is dedicated to his goals and is willing to put in a lot of effort and time to achieve them. he is focused, driven, and has a strong work ethic. he is not afraid of challenges and is always willing to take on new tasks and responsibilities. valentino is highly organized and manages his time effectively to maximize productivity.
  
  he possesses a lot of perseverance and resilience. he is not discouraged by setbacks or obstacles and can keep pushing forward, even when faced with adversity. in addition, valentino tends to have a positive attitude and a strong sense of motivation. he can stay focused on his goals and maintain a high level of energy and enthusiasm, even when facing difficult or tedious tasks.
  
  [negative traits]
  shy - valentino is shy and typically feels uncomfortable or nervous in social situations, especially when meeting new people or being the center of attention. he tries to avoid eye contact, speaks softly, and has a tendency to withdraw from social interactions. valentino sometimes feels self-conscious about his actions and worries excessively about being judged or rejected by others. he also is hesitant to share their thoughts and feelings with others, even with people he knows well.
  
  vengeful - something about valentino that shocks others is his vengefulness. he may come off as this shy and sweet person but when someone does something harmful towards him, he'll get his revenge. he seeks to retaliate or get even with others who he feels have wronged him or caused him harm. he holds grudges and often harbors feelings of anger, resentment, and bitterness toward those he believes have hurt him. valentino can become fixated on the idea of revenge and spends a significant amount of time and energy plotting and planning how to get back at his perceived enemies.
  
  panicky - valentino tends to feel extremely anxious, fearful, and overwhelmed by any situation. he exhibits physical symptoms such as rapid heartbeat, sweating, trembling, and shortness of breath from his anxiety. this causes him to have difficulty thinking clearly, making decisions, and communicating effectively. he becomes frantic and tries to escape the situation that is causing his anxiety. he was put through therapy as a child and by using different breathing techniques and counting in his head, he can calm himself.
  
  people pleaser - valentino has an intense desire to make others happy and seek approval from others. he is often willing to sacrifice his own needs, desires, and opinions to ensure that those around him are satisfied. he often prioritizes the feelings and desires of others above his own and goes to great lengths to avoid conflict or confrontation.
  
  he has a strong need for validation and acceptance and struggles with feelings of guilt or anxiety when he feels that he has let others down. valentino also has difficulty setting boundaries or saying no and feels obligated to say yes to requests or favors even if it means sacrificing his own time, energy, or resources.
  
  [likes] — romance, roses, archery, chocolate, pleasing others, gifts, romance movies, the beach, any shade of red or pink, strawberries, cherries, raspberries
  
  [dislikes] — licorice, seeing others sad or mad, bugs, pepsi, sparkling water, horror anything, rudeness, being left out, his anxiety
  
  [fears] — losing his friends and family, public speaking, failing in life, being judged
  
  [hobbies] — archery, helping people fall in love, baking, working out
  
  [skills] — archery, singing, gymnastics, quick thinking, culinary proficiency
  
  ❝ACADEMIC FILE❞
  [grade] — sophomore
  
  [godly parent] — cupid, roman god of erotic love, affection, and desire
  
  [dorm] — mageia
  
  [monster attack] — on his eighteenth birthday, valentino was out arching when he was attacked by a griffin, a large beast with the body of a lion and the wings and head of an eagle. the griffin snapped at valentino a few times before he shot it down and killed it with a few shots of his arrows.
  
  ❝POWERS❞
  [cherubim physiology] — unlike his father, valentino is much heavier, taller, and larger. he has bigger and stronger wings than his father because of his size. these wings allow him to fly and are a very distinguishing feature of him.
  
  [amokinesis] — being the son of the god of erotic love, affection, and desire, valentino has some control and authority over love, lust, and desire, but not quite as much as his father. valentino can sense and manipulate all the aspects of love, of himself, people, animals, and other creatures, whether by increasing, decreasing, causing, or otherwise channeling love, even manifesting the emotional energy to a physical level.
  
  [enchantment] — valentino has the ability to enchant arrows to have certain effects on someone or something. his bailiwick is enchanting arrows to make people fall in love but he can also enchant them to cause someone or something to burst into flames, poison them, etc.
  
  [charmspeak] — just like his father, valentino is fluent in french. french is the "language of love" and unlike others, his way of words in french is hypnotizing. the way he speaks in french is a type of hypnotism or persuasion that allows valentino to convince someone else to do or get whatever he wants. the strength of his command depends on the tone and the emotion of his voice, as well as his skill with it. eventually, his charmspeak will wear off and the person he charmed will have no recollection of why they did or what they were commanded to do. this is a power valentino does not like to use that often but in dire situations, he will.
  
  ❝ABILITIES❞
  [archery] — just like his father, valentino has an affinity for archery. growing up, he often spent his free time in an empty field with a bow and arrow. out of all the sports in the world, archery was one that he is a natural at. he can use it for support and defense, firing either precision shots, aiming at a specific target, or as a volley, where he aims upwards and fires in a large mass which is used to fire at multiple enemies, not just one.
  
  [multilingual] — other than english, valentino is also fluent in greek, french, latin, and haitian creole. he has special words he can say in french that can hypnotize others to do his bidding. this ability also works in other languages but he is still learning how to do so.
  
  [gymnast] — growing up, valentino did a lot of gymnastics in school and at a local training center in athens. he's very good at flipping, rolling, splitting, vaulting, and much more. daily exercise routines help him build upper and lower body strength and more to help him with gymnastics.
  
  ❝STRENGTHS❞
  [archery] — just like his father, valentino has an affinity for archery. growing up, he often spent his free time in an empty field with a bow and arrow. out of all the sports in the world, archery was one that he is a natural at. he can use it for support and defense, firing either precision shots, aiming at a specific target, or as a volley, where he aims upwards and fires in a large mass which is used to fire at multiple enemies, not just one.
  
  [agility] — with being a gymnast, valentino exhibits an exceptional capacity for speed, flexibility, and strength. he is also very good with multitasking and has quick reflexes.
  
  [gymnast] — growing up, valentino did a lot of gymnastics in school and at a local training center in athens. he's very good at flipping, rolling, splitting, vaulting, and much more. daily exercise routines help him build upper and lower body strength and more to help him with gymnastics.
  
  [precision] — as a result of his love for archery, valentino pays keen attention to detail and has a high level of precision, which allows him to have a remarkably exact aim. he never misses his shots.
  
  ❝WEAKNESSES❞
  [anxiety] — from a very young age, valentino has always been anxious. in many situations, he can find himself panicking which causes his heartbeat to pick up. if not removed from the anxiety-inducing situation or calmed down, he can faint or become ill.
  
  [shy] — valentino's anxiety makes him a shy person. he avoids eye contact, speaking, meeting new people, etc. this makes him unable to try new things, do new things, and make new friends.
  
  [emotions] — most of the time, valentino is a happy, go-lucky person. but he has his moments when he is nervous, sad, or depressed. this causes his powers to become unbalanced and not give him the results he's expecting. for example, if he is not in the best mood when trying to charm someone, it will not work. he has to speak with a clear, strong tone for it to work, and if he is sad or down, that makes it impossible.
  
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  [backstory] — before valentino remus amata was born, his mother, liviana, worked as a tailor in athens, greece. she worked many late nights on multiple projects to be able to afford a meal or a roof over her head. maintaining this multitasking mindset allowed her to do so. one day, a man came into her shop with a suit he needed to be altered to fit him properly. she agreed and brought him to the back of her shop. during the alterations, the two talked and talked about life and just about anything in general. liviana soon realized she was falling in love with her client. she was just interested in his life, looks, and style. he made her feel comfortable and all warm inside with his smooth talking and charming smile. the two spent basically the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing while she altered his suit. by the time she finished her work, it was nighttime and her shop was closing. she did not want to end her time with this man but she was tired and needed to go home. right before the man left, she got his name and number which she was unsure if he'd agree to give it but he did and the two went their separate ways. another thing that made liviana fall deeper in love with him was that she noticed he paid triple the amount she charges for her work and it was enough to help her get by for the month.
  
  by the next week, the two went on a date with each other, and later that night the pair fornicated which left liviana with a child. for the next nine months, they spent their lives traveling the world, visiting different countries. liviana experienced the many wonders of the world and ate food fit for royalty. she knew her lover was wealthy from his father but even some things he spent his money on shocked her. when it was time for liviana to give birth, the couple went back to athens for their baby's arrival. she gave birth to a son with beautiful green eyes and ginger hair. he had two of the most noticeable features of his father and liviana was so happy. for the next two months, the man, christopher, and liviana lived together. he helped raise his son greatly and was a big help to liviana since she was able to stop working without worrying about money.
  
  one night, while the couple slept together, liviana was woken by valentino crying and she went to go feed him. when she returned to her bedroom, she noticed that christoper was gone and on his side of the bed lay a note. she rushed over to grab and read it. liviana's heart was shattered as she read each word written on the paper. he told her that he could no longer be with her and that he loved her and his son greatly. he expressed how much it hurt him to leave her and leave his only son but there was nothing he could do about it. with the letter, he left a check with more than enough money for viviana to retire from working altogether and raise her son.
  
  growing up, valentino was bullied by the other children at school for not liking what they called "manly things." instead of playing football or basketball with the other boys, he spent his time picking flowers, reading books, and playing with the girls in his school. this caused him to be called many insults and slurs and try as he might ignore them, he let them get to his head. valentino spent most of his childhood depressed and closed off from others in fear of being bullied for the way he was. it was especially hard for him when he went to his gymnastics classes because the other kids would make fun of him for no reason. but, he was always at the top of his class because, in his free time, he'd practice his moves at home where his mother would be the judge. you could say he was a mama's boy because he spent ninety percent of his time around his mother. he was basically her tail but liviana didn't mind. she taught him a lot of things like baking and new languages. by his teen years, he was fluent in four languages.
  
  another thing valentino loved was archery. at the age of thirteen, his mother bought him a bow and some arrows. he'd take them into an empty field near his house and shoot bows at trees, birds, and other objects. he was a talented archer and by the time he turned eighteen, he was so skilled he could take down multiple birds with two arrows. valentino truly loved archery and it was a good way of getting some outside time and exercise. between his archery and gymnastics, he became a fast, strong, and flexible person who enjoyed baking, helping others and working out. his mother was the only person he ever needed and she was always there for him when he needed. especially when he came out as gay. but his coming out wasn't the only thing that was life-changing. on the day of his eighteenth birthday, he was attacked and found out who his father really was. which had him invited to Elysium Academy.
  

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[Circe]

Stella Bjornsdottir

demigod

Child of Freyja the Norse goddess of love, war, sex, fertility, beauty, and gold

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  Stella Björnsdóttir

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Icelandic, Black

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  5'4

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Callipygian

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Sunkissed

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Standing an inch below average height, Stella is not the tallest. Inside her sockets, grey eyes stare up at the sky, flawlessly mirroring it on a cold stormy day. Around those eyes, protecting them, are long lashes, conjuring up nothing but drama. Knowing Stella, no one would catch her leaving the house without gloss and at least mascara. She had an unblemished complexion and lightly sun-kissed skin; the sun had been afraid to embrace her truly—or maybe he was feeling gentle that day. A short, thick, luminous, silver-blonde afro of curls framed her face. Tight as a corkscrew, but soft and bouncy. However, Stella often straightens her hair after it has curled up in the shower, having it swoop just below her mid-back. Most of the weight on her body is muscle mass, she has a callipygian physique with wide hips and a heavy chest. Some of that thickness can be seen around her body, comparable to a sculpture of the greek aphrodite
  
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  Unafraid to involve herself in risky behavior, if it means accomplishing a goal. Stella is a woman that will stop short of nothing for what she wants, her ambition knows no bounds. She has a tongue made of gold, eloquent with her words. When she wants to be, she can become the epitome of charming. Although she would choose more forceful approaches, she doesn't see the point in senseless violence.
  
  Boredom finds her with ease, fueling pleasure-seeking antics, like flirting for nothing but sport and some... licentious behavior. Stella favors the rational mind over the emotional heart when making decisions, she is a rather logical person, and a terrifying foe. Despite empathy coming natural to her, she hates being bombarded by emotions she does not take the time to understand. She can be emotionally insensitive with honest and blunt words. A fiercely caring individual to those she manages to be close with.
  
  Not one for smiling, the rare moments when she does are golden.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  gossip, pretty or aesthetically pleasing things, sea spray hitting her face, black metal, 80s music, cats, surfing after dark, nature, her mother, drugs (they enhance her experience while doing magick)

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  romance movies, curly hair, lack of freedom, hopeless romantics, mistletoe

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  surfboarding, journaling, casual singing, spending money, practicing botany (she's a novice)

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  falling in love, losing her riches, bugs,

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  marksmanship, an affinity for magic, divination

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  In the vast North Atlantic, near the Arctic Circle, was Iceland. An island where wildlife inhabited verdant meadows, volcanoes still shaped the world into fields of steaming lava, and the snowy peaks—oh, the peaks were tall enough to reach the great heavens. Crystal-blue waterfalls cascade into twisting streams, within sparsely forested areas. In the capital city of Reyjavík, to the southwest, lies the small coastal town of Gardabaer. Bjorn Magnusson is a contemporary artist of get renown, creating vivid works of inspiration loved by most in Europe. He started painting at an early age, never stopping even for a second.
  
  Born within his mind, talent and passion guided him through most hardships, then he met a woman. She was attending one of his many exhibitions, and loved his immaculate works of art for their beauty; the man was truly one of a kind in Iceland.
  
  That night, she came to his doorstep. After that, they melded like sculptures, spending many more nights together after that. For Bjorn it was too good, too good to be true; until one night his fears came to be. Raindrops poured from the dark skies, nearly flooding the streets. She arrived by sunset, it had been raining all morning and afternoon. Although—when she arrived, she was completely dry, with not one drop touching her skin, clothes, and hair. There were occasions when she would bring a bottle, but this time, she carried someone.t
  
  A child.
  
  "Ingrid?" he asked, all too bemused. Dread started to bubble up in his gut.
  
  Lips curving into a golden smile, she did not speak a word. Instead, she reached forward, beholding the candy pink bundle. "Bjorn, my love," she started in a silvery voice. A light, but powerful thing. "Can't you see? You have created the most remarkable work of art. *We* have, together."
  
  It was then, that he knew he must oblige. The bundle of warmth slightly started to squirm, as he took her in his grasp. The woman smiled once more, this time it was regretful enough to bring down spirits. She kissed him on the cheek and then inched toward his lips. When she ended their passion, she told him she could not stay. "Her name is...Stella," she uttered, then told him there was no other option, but to take care of her.
  
  The woman turned around, hair swinging in an otherworldly way as she did so; she took her leave. And he swore he only blinked, but she was gone. He never got to say goodbye, never watched her walking away. Bjorn never saw her again.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  As the years passed, Stella got older and eventually started attending school. Being exposed to the world, changed her, of course. She was bullied in grade school, and by that time the years were unkind to her father. He became a starved dog of an artist, an alcoholic unable to produce a single piece of artwork in years; ever since she left, he was never the same, slipping into a dark depression that cost them their financial standing in society.
  
  After then, the seasons slowly melted away. Things were difficult for a while, and they never stopped being difficult. At a young age, Stella had to work in order
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Demigod Physiology; with divine blood flowing through her veins, she has an enhanced condition compared to regular mortals. This allows her to achieve greater feats such as unnatural strength, durability, senses, speed, and endurance
  
  Seidr; is an ancient form of Norse mysticism that allows her to accomplish an array of feats by wielding mystical energies such as performing rituals and casting spells, controlling the forces of nature and animals, and traveling unseen realms. Often times implementing the usage of runes. At it’s core, seidr can be used to predict the future in order to weave new events into being. When using magic, it manifests as luminescent gold. For simpler manipulations, such as making plants wither, Stella would use a combination of hand gestures and icelandic words of power.
  
  Aurokinesis; the capability to manipulate and create a specific metal—gold. She is capable of shaping gold into anything she wishes; to a greater extent, she can transfigure objects and even her tears into gold by touching them.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Grade | Sophomore
  
  Godly Parent | Freyja
  
  Dorm | Mageia
  
  Monster Attack | Often times Stella would go surfing late at night. This was typical. She had fun but realized she didn't want to go home yet. So, she made her way to the local park. Leaning back against the bench, Stella caught a glimpse of something--someone, watching her, shrouded in the dark. Then it started moving, running. A draugr. Dropping her surfboard, she let out a horrid scream, scrambling behind the park bench as the creature progressed toward her, she was frozen in fear. It moved fast, and unnaturally. The next thing Stella knew, the thing had burst into flames, screeching in terrible agony.
  
  Strengths | Divination; after her powers manifested, she awakened as a clairvoyant. Thus far divination rituals are the easiest for her to do.
  
  Archery; as the daughter of a war goddess, she is decent with most weapons, but unmatched with a bow.
  
  Fighting; she is proficient in hand-to-hand combat, often using precognition to predict the moves her opponent makes.
  
  Weaknesses | Magical Exhaustion; despite being a natural at magic, stronger spells and rituals require more energy. Expending too much of this energy can result in the magic failing her when she needs it most, or even prevent her from having control over her environment.
  
  Binding; in order to do ceremonial magic, Stella must not be bound by any means; it hinders her powers to the point of practically making her completely mortal, as she loses the ability to reach inside her reserves or even access them.
  
  Distractions; even the greatest witches need immaculate concentration; Stella has to be entirely in the moment; if she finds her mind straying she won't necessarily be able to use magic, but her spells might very well backfire.
  
  Mortality; despite the ichor flowing in her veins, she is still half-mortal. Death is always looming over her.
  
  Belladonna Flowers, or Nightshade; bring these flowers near Stella and she will start to become sickly, her powers wane and she will find it difficult to move. Digesting these flowers will curse her soul self. She will be unable to go to Asgard or Folkvangr.
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[BakedBeansIsGood]

Lilith Marin

# daughter of mazu

# Lydia Graham

♡coded by uxie♡

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  Lilith Marin

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  Lil, Lily, etc.

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  18

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  Bisexual

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  gender

  Female

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  She/Her

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  ethnicity

  Mixed, American and Chinese

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  Faceclaim

  Lydia Graham
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  Hair akin to the colour of a writer’s ink and quill cascaded down her head, only to be stopped before reaching her shoulders. Too short to tie up, it laid dormant and remained down throughout the day.

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  Her eyes were woven from the colours of the ocean, a brilliant green.

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  She had white skin, contrasting the darkness of her hair. She was slender but lean, always being active by jogging around her neighbourhood or engaging in water activities. Her main distinguishing feature came in the form of the colour of her irises, eerily similar to the ocean she grew up next to.

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  Her ears were pierced, often adorned with large earrings. They were taken out often by Lilith, whenever she deemed the situation was fit.

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  130 lb

  height

  5'6"
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  • virtues

    Friendly

    Adventurous

    Adaptable

    Idealistic
  • vices

    Self-critical

    Visceral

    Unpredictable

    Unfocused
  • likes

    Sound of rain

    Science-fiction

    Early mornings

    Turkish Delight

    Surfing or sailing

    Swimming

    dislikes

    Deadlines

    Passive aggresiveness

    Snakes

    Traffic jams

    Conceited people

    dislike something

    dislike something
  • strengths

    Lilith can be a motivated individual who is willing to take risks. She is also a good team player.

    weaknesses

    She often procrastinates on tasks that don’t interest her, despite how much she tries to get back on track. She can be rushed and emotional in her decision-making, getting overwhelmed when something unexpected arises

    hobbies & skills

    Lilith has always enjoyed water sports. Swimming and surfing are some of her name ones. To streamline through the water, feel it wash over you, it was a great feeling for her. She also had an interest in sewing though she wasn’t too good at that. Her main skills also come in the form of her proficiency in swimming and navigating water in general.

    fears

    Lilith was afraid of losing control of herself-or her powers, accidentally injuring someone. She was also claustrophobic, never having liked closed spaces since she spent the majority of her time outdoors.

    powers

    Lilith has the versatile ability to manipulate water, the larger the volume the more tiring it is. Currently, she doesn’t know know how to use it and it can get out of control if her emotions are running high.
  • Academic File

    Grade: First

    Daughter of Mazu

    Dorm: Aqueous

  We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.

  personality

  She was adventurous and free-spirited, doing whatever she wanted at a given moment-Lilith was often visceral when it comes to her decision-making. With others, she was more of a mediator, a calming presence. She prefers solitude and prefers to keep to herself unless prompted to but warms up quickly to those she likes though that sentiment isn’t always shared. A bit volatile, unpredictable, and a wildcard at times which did annoy some people. Akin to the sides of the sea, she could be relaxed and serene one moment, but raging and yelling the next. It was two sides of the same coin, a flip of a light switch.
  
  Lilith was also an idealistic individual, chasing her far-fetched dreams but disregarding those she deemed of little importance, being unfocused despite how much she wanted to get things done. Her passion had always followed her through life, expressing itself through her open-mindedness and creativity. She was also self-critical, prone to shunning her emotions until it overwhelms her, isolating herself whenever it does happen or directing them out through barely hidden frustration towards the wrong people.
• Childhood

  Her father was a school teacher, specialising in English. In a humid summer, he visited China for further advancements in his career and to experience its culture, being half-Chinese. It was there that he met Mazu and in the few years that he was in China, they had a child, Lilith, who was born on the 17th of May in a seaside town in the south of China named Xiamen, though she didn’t stay there for long.
  
  Lilith was brought back to America with her father after his stint in China was over where she resided at her home, only a couple minutes walk from the beach. Between the water sports Lilith partook in and how often her father enjoyed visiting the place, it soon became one of her favourite areas. As a child, you would be able to find her collecting a variety of shells, paddling in the water and spending time with the green rollers of the sea. Once she was five, she was also introduced to her stepmother, a pleasant lady who had met her father at the restaurant she worked at. Her new step-sister who was two years younger than her also came along and Lilith and she became close friends.
  
  This behaviour carried on throughout her progression from child to adolescent. Having a tight-knit group of friends and a pleasant school life, she smoothly transitioned to college, aiming to become an oceanographer or a naval architect.

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  When a couple of weeks after her eighteenth birthday had passed, she and some close friends were at a beach along with Lilth’s step-sister. They were having a petty argument amidst the ocean about something she couldn’t exactly remember, but tempers rose and jabs at each other crossed lines they shouldn’t have even toed. Accidentally, Lilith caused a large wave to overcome her step-sister who she was fighting with, resulting in CPR being performed and paramedics arriving at the scene. Lilith’s father who was at the shore talking to some of his friends noticed this, pulling Lilith away after the traumatic incident to discuss her powers, her real mother, and the monsters.
  
  Since then, Lilith was scared of herself, scared of what she could do, vowing to never use her strange ability to bend water to her will lest she hurt someone, or even worse. She couldn’t bear seeing her step-sister without guilt washing over her nor visiting the sea without getting a brutal remainder. What had once been a place of joy and comfort was now one of disgust for herself. For a while, she secluded herself to cope with what she had done, something only she and her father knew. Bonds were broken, and trust faded, but only on her side.
  
  The tumultuous state of her life didn’t calm down from then on. Only a week after she realised her true parentage, she was attacked by a cyclops. Lilith was walking back from the shops and turned a corner on the secluded street to come face to face with a monster, an unheavenly sight. Trembling, she backed away yelling, wanting to escape to no avail. Trembling and shaking, she was desperate for something to get her out of the situation. A package of bottled water she had purchased from the shops burst open, the liquid inside surrounding the cyclop's face. Without looking back, Lilith turned and ran without seeing what happened to the cyclops. She had an enhanced perspective on her power, the danger of it, and what she could do if she lost control.
  
  After she was home, she received her letter. Mind still clouded with desperation and fear, Lilith accepted the invitation, knowing she would do anything to stop those monsters, anything to run away from the events after her eighteenth birthday.
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  Kamran

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  Kamran Al-Hassim

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  25

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  Male

  orientation

  Homosexual

  date of birth

  January 11th

  place of birth

  Dahab, Egypt

  Blood of the Pharoahs — 𓍝𓆲𓂀𓉢

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  Senior
  
  

  godly parent.

  Heka, Egyptian Personification of Magic and Patron of Medicine.
  
  

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  Iatros
  
  

  monster attack.

  Kamran would travel to Egypt and go to the Anubis temple's ruins in remembrance of his mother. Mainly because his mother's favorite Egyptian deity was Anubis. But things were different this time. As dawn drew near, Kamran was about to leave the ancient temple when he suddenly experienced goosebumps and a sick feeling that something bad was about to occur. And so it was, at the entrance of the temple formed a miniature hurricane that destroyed matter around it as it swirled with crimson energy. A creature that he had only ever seen in Egyptian scrolls and pottery emerged from this rift, defying all logic in his head.
  
  The Serpopard (actually two), Harbingers of Chaos, resembled a cross between a snake and a leopard and exuded what Kamran could only characterize as "death" as its aura. In an effort to escape, he ran in the opposite direction, but the Serpopard had already arrived ahead of him and the other had followed. He was trapped by them both and had no idea what to do. He made every effort to defend himself, but it was ineffective. At that moment, the tyet amulet his mother had given him started to feel warm, and a deep voice in his head said just one word. Ma’at. The creatures lunged at him as if time had stopped, and at that precise second, he took a chance and said the word. The next thing Kamran knew, he woke up in a daze and the creatures were gone, and everything was normal, as if nothing ever happened.
  
  

  powers & abilities.

  
  Egyptian Mysticism- Kamran is a powerful magician, even before beginning the Path of the Gods, was one of the most knowledgeable people in the world in the field. Possessing enough skill and talent that other gods began to take notice. The nature of Kamran's magic consists primarily of invocations meant to summon the powers of Egyptian Deities to his command. Although he can cast spells normally by drawing upon more obscure sources his craft is empowered when he reaffirms his spells with evoked power.
  

  • Divine Magic- The Path of the Gods involves harnessing a god's power and using it to perform extremely strong feats of magic. For example, if a magician followed the path of Horus, they could channel Horus' power to use Combat Magic, summoning the personal combat avatar of the war god.
    
    A magician can follow any path but they usually follow a path that is best for their specialty. Kamran's specialties are Order Magic and Magic in general respectively so he mainly follows the paths of Ma'at, Thoth and Isis, channeling their power. As mentioned in The Book of Thoth, a magician can also channel the powers of multiple gods too, although it is risky.
    
    Now, the Path of the Gods does not just offer magic that could be mastered by a talented magician on their own (given enough time, of course). Kamran, when channeling the power of Horus, can also use powers unique to the war god, such as the Fist of Horus. When channeling the power of Isis, is shown to be able to summon the Wings of Isis. Other spells include the Light of Amun-Ra, Mystic Moons of Khonshu, Serpents of Seth, Seven Ribbons of Hathor, Shield of Wadjet, etc.

  
  Divine Words- In Egyptian mythology, divine words are another term for Egyptian Magic commands. These are also called hieroglyphic spells or Words of Power. They are called 'divine' because they enable the magicians to use the commands to wield divine strength and powers. Magicians speak them to create or tweak reality. To use them, no papyrus or other equipment, such as amulets, potions, shabti and statues are needed.
  
  Kamran can speak Divine Words and this is one of his specialties in magic. By the time he was 19, Kamran can use the greatest number of Divine Words and have summoned the hieroglyph for Ma'at, which is one of the strongest spells in existence. Throughout the years, Kamran has used the following Divine Words: A'max, Ha-di, Hah-ri, Heh-sie, Heqat, Hi-nehm, I-ei, I'mun, En-mar, Isfet, Khe-fa, Ma'at, N'dah, Sahad, N'dah, W'peh, the glyph for fire, a command to bring figurines and shabti to life, the Eye of Horus, the Knot of Isis (tyet) symbol and others.
  
  Medical Mastery- Through his divine heritage, he is innately a Master of Medical procedures, enabling him to easily treat others' injuries and create medicines. With it, he can cook up concoctions and remedies for ailments with nearly anything in his environment. He is also able to tell which things in the wild (or in his kitchen) are poisonous and which are safe to ingest or to use to treat injuries. This ability is not the same as the ability of Healing, just the ability to discern sources of natural remedies in domestic products and the like.
  
  He possesses an intuitive mastery of all the associated medical skills and techniques granting him major leverage in any medical situation and allowing him to easily create medicine and treat patients. Kamran can perfectly and without a single flaw or mistake perform any and every type of medical procedure.
  
  Supernatural Health- Since Heka is also a god of medicine as well, Kamran is glaringly, obviously and super/unnaturally more physically, mentally, socially, spiritually, emotionally, and sexually healthy than other demigods. He lacks physical flaws and is nigh-immune to getting disorders, diseases, disabilities, etc. He also can take a high amount of damage before fainting or succumbing to the effects of ailments, as well as possessing a superhuman metabolic rate. Overall, his health is very incredible. Rivaling that of the demigod children of Asclepius.
  
  

  strengths.

  Adaptability: Kamran's adaptability and ingenuity are also noteworthy. He has defeated vastly superior foes by means of his resolve and resourcefulness on many occasions.
  
  Expert Occultist & Magical Knowledge: During his studies which continued until recently Kamran has gained expert awareness on other forms of magic that exist in other religions and the gods they worship, this knowledge as of yet far exceeds any on Earth.
  
  Expert Strategist: Though Kamran seems to suffer from an impulsive nature, instinctively jumping into situations of life-or-death, it's apparent that he works best this way possessing considerable strategic skills, which have been employed in leadership structures, and spontaneous situations, all of which is a necessity in the random environment of Mysticism.
  
  

  weaknesses.

  Incantations and Gestures Dependency: Kamran also depends on spoken incantations, mystical gesturing, and his arcane artifacts in his duties; likely these can be counted as weaknesses. Kamran has been incapacitated various times by being gagged and bound, preventing him from uttering arcane invocations or performing mystic gestures.
  
  Another limitation is the requirement of concentration. If his concentration is broken in the middle of a spell, it is likely to fail...under some circumstances with random effects happening instead of the intent. Mental fatigue is another issue he has to deal with, especially for longer spells or when casting many spells in quick succession. Although he is practiced at keeping his concentration, even he can be affected by his surroundings...it's harder to cast in a noisy environment with a lot of distractions than it is in his quiet work room. Very complicated spells, if possible, are best cast in a controlled environment. This is why sound-based abilities can be quite effective in affecting his spell-casting.
  
  He can't battle for lengthy periods of time because his magic is so intricate and enigmatic that utilizing it for too long can be harmful to his health, therefore he has to be careful not to overuse it. He may have migraines, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and other undesirable side effects as a result of overusing his power, including even destroying his soul and killing him.
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  Short cut, alluring wavy dark brown hair that he occasionally combs over to look presentable at times.

  eyes

  Deep, yet striking grey-green eyes, as if he knows something you don't. They carry a certain wisdom behind them, withholding an ominous aura that sometimes makes people uneasy.

  body

  His frame can best be described as quite muscular, with an impressively structured body with no overly large muscles nor lean muscles. His face is smoothly structured with a strong jawline that complements his assertive behavior, with light pink lips and olive-toned skin making for a captivating sight.

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  Kamran has hieroglyphic tattoos starting from his upper arm coming down his lower arm on both arms. These tattoos serve a more mystical and protective purpose as they both provide minor protection against magic as well as aid him in channeling divine magic. He also has some tattoos on his upper back, that only serve aesthetic purposes.

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    • Archeology
    • Medicine & Neurology
    • Martial Arts
    • Writing
    • Motorbikes
    • Quiet nights at home
    • Humility
    • Riddles
    • Arguing for the sake of arguing

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    • Complaining
    • Pranks
    • Presumptuous people
    • Closed spaces
    • Alarm clocks
    • When you’re about to sneeze and then… nothing
    • Too many rules or restrictions
    • Politics
    • Lukewarm beer
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    fears

    
    Kamran has a fear of enclosed spaces, especially being in one for a lengthy period of time. This phobia stemmed from the many times he was trapped in old Egyptian ruins trying to find his mother, which added to the experience of being swallowed alive by a Serpopard.
    
    

    hobbies

    
    Kamran has a few hobbies that you'll seldom see him occupy his time doing other than reading and spell casting. Such hobbies are Ceramics and Sculpting, Papyrus-Making, Herbalism and Senet. One hobby he picked up while in the Elysium Academy is Rune Making and Casting. Picking this up from a Son of Odin in the Mageia Dorm, he's shown great interest in other mystical customs of other cultures, such as Alchemy, Mizuhiki, Onmyōdō and Totem-Making.
    
    

    skills

    
    Kamran has great knowledge of ancient Egyptian religion, a complex system of polytheistic beliefs and rituals that formed an integral part of ancient Egyptian culture. Rituals such as prayer and offerings were provided to the gods to gain their favor. Formal religious practice centered on the pharaohs, the rulers of Egypt, who acted as intermediaries between their people and the gods and were obligated to sustain the gods through rituals and offerings. Tahtib is an ancient Egyptian martial art focused on stick fighting, believed to have been created around 2000-3000 BC. Kamran was taught this martial art by his uncle in the House of Life. Kamran also has proficiency in Krav Maga, a military self-defense and fighting system derived from boxing, wrestling, judo, aikido, and karate. He uses pressure point techniques and swift and devastating attacks to finish fights quickly and aggressively.
    

    other

    
    Kamran has great wisdom in his own measure, including great insight and intuition, the ability synthesize from knowledge proper problem solving, a gift for learning, and a profound strength of self, a mind highly resistant to manipulation or control of others. This does not make him immune to mind control or telepathic influence or sensory-alteration, but it does make him more likely than most to notice this and stronger than most in combatting the influence if noticed.
    

  personality

  Kamran is sarcastic, rebellious, mischievous, headstrong, and often baffles people with his sharp tongue and fierce nature. He doesn't believe in upholding the rules and laws of society, nor does he feel the need to rebel against them. However, he can break the rules if he believes the benefits to him outweigh the risks. To start things off, Kamran doesn't like authority. He hates it. Whether it's with family or the law, he doesn't like listening when people direct and order him to do something because they deem it 'safe', 'orderly', or the right thing to do. He is a man on his own path and likes to do things alone. The only reason he deals with teachers and the other higher-ups of Elysium is that there is no force, no 'because I said so' excuses and there is the respect shown to him. This rebelliousness also stems from having an overbearing god for most of his life, and a father in charge of magic. Kamran is also strong-minded and stubborn as much as he is caring and kind. Despite his aloof air, he has a great fondness for meeting new people and learning their customs, of observing their own odd quirks. As a result, he is often unflappable in the face of weirdness.
  
  Now, this is mainly on an emotional level, as Kamran is actually quite the extrovert. However, when it comes to his emotions and thoughts and things? He tends to keep them to himself. He prefers to throw up a mask to keep his true feelings hidden from those around him. Not even his closest friends get to see the complete and honest Kamran picture. It's much easier to keep everything bottled up inside and makes it a lot less likely to get hurt.
  
  Ever since his early days in Elysium Academy, Kamran has learned to have quite the smart mouth. No matter if his opinion is needed, wanted, or not, he tends to have a smart remark or wisecrack on almost every occasion. Sure, this sarcastic attitude is nothing more than a defense mechanism, but the fact of the matter is that he's there, and one of his most dominating personality traits. If you think you have more attitude, think again. Sarcasm is one of Kamran's trademarks, and many people (even gods) remark on his sharp tongue. Coming from gods, we're not sure if that's a compliment or not.
  
  When he was younger, Kamran would love hearing the stories his father would tell of his most dangerous and exciting cases. As he got older, this enthusiasm for adventure continued... It just skewed a little. He regularly puts himself in dangerous scenarios, challenging fate and luck, whenever he's out moonlighting in the Duat. Bad magic, monster chases, explosions, and proving he's a big boy with a thick hide. Kamran loves it all.
  
  To say that Kamran has a bit of a temper is like saying that water is kind of wet. He's not some rage-fueled, hot-headed monster, but when he gets riled, she gets riled. He's also been known to hold grudges when something sets him off, even if they're not even logical grudges.
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  Thoth

  Egyptian God of Wisdom, Intelligence, Magic, Science, the Moon and Languages. Thoth is the Scribe of Ma'at and Kamran's Patron Deity. Thoth dedicated himself to helping humanity by instructing them in the magical arts, giving them new hope, and revealing many secrets to humanity over the course of centuries that enable them to become civilized. He's defined as carefree but calculative; merciless but kind. You could say that he is Kamran's closest friend since he's always willing to lend him a shoulder and, on occasion, comfort him with wise words. He recognized Kamran's great potential and assisted him in coping with the trauma he was experiencing. Almost all of what he knows about the mystic arts were taught to him by this excellent teacher, who also mentors him today.

  Heka

  Father of Kamrana and embodiment of Divine Magical Power, Heka has many things going for him. But being a good father was not one of them. Heka tried to be closer to his son but every time he does, the universe always seems to find a way to mess it up. It's not that Heka doesn't want to be with his son, it's just simply he cant. If you could describe Heka in one word, it'll be laconic. A trait, Kamran partially inherited, Heka is the type of person who'll let his actions speak for themselves. He values strength and independence, and continues to give his son many opportunities to uphold those values.

  Sara Al-Hassim

  While Kamran didn't get to truly know his mother, he does share her fierce and assertive attitude. Sara had an incredible capacity for love, and this is one of her most important personality traits. It is one of the things that make Sara undoubtedly Sara-ish. It isn't that she loves her family, friends, and those in the town; it's that she loves life, and she loves humanity. She has such grand hopes for people, and despite some of the more horrific things she's witnessed and done, she still has hope and love in her heart. There is nothing she would not do for what she loves, even if it means sacrificing herself to ensure the safety of that which she holds dear.

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  Her sacrifice

  
  Being one of the most powerful descendants of the ancient Egyptian pharaohs to be born in centuries, Sara Al-Hassim was meant for great things. However, she didn't prioritize magic in her life, and after learning about the perils of the mythical world of the gods, she was even more convinced that she should avoid it. But despite her best efforts, she was unable to flee. She would devote some of her time to defending the defenseless from supernatural threats after joining the House of Life and becoming a Great Diviner. Years after joining the House of Life, she eventually developed a specialty in ancient DNA and was teaching at a university. She would come across a lost man during this time while traveling to the Duat and would save him without realizing it was Heka, the God of Divine Magical Power. They eventually fell in love as Sara took care of the god, and they had a son she named Kamran. But as the saying goes, all good things must end. A few months after his birth, Heka abruptly left. Of course, his mother was upset, but after discovering the truth about who the man really was, she accepted it.
  
  Before Heka left, he warned Sara of the disruption of Ma’at and Isfet, and using her divination powers, she saw a future in which chaos would take over, and the monstrous Apophis would be free of his prison after defeating weakened Bast. She would travel there and free Bast from the Duat using Cleopatra's Needle as a vessel. In order to keep Apophis from being freed as well, Sara used her own life force to seal the doorway to the Duat, refusing the offers of power from both Bast and Isis. This caused her to literally burn up. According to Heka, she chose not to use power from the gods as she knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. She was also against the idea of hosting a god.

  left alone

  Kamran was raised in the First Nome in Egypt with other shesh (Egyptian Magicians), who were closely affiliated with his mother. Despite their best efforts, they were unable to make him happy because the guilt and sorrow he felt after learning of his mother's passing were too great for him, and he frequently lapsed into depression. Despite this, Kamran would keep himself busy by studying, training, and learning everything there was to know about magic and the world of the gods. Of course, he was a prodigy in everything he learned or came into contact with. He was, after all, a half-god. He came into contact with numerous mythical creatures during his first years in the House of Life who tried to kill him, but he always managed to survive. He hated it because he believed his father was the one indirectly helping him. He holds a bitter grudge against his father and accuses him of failing to save his mother.

  a demigod school?

  When the hour of Kamran's 18th birthday struck at 12, you might assume he would be at home, soundly sleeping. Expect for the unexpected, one would tell you about Kamran if they knew him. In the Nile River, Kamran was engaged in a wrestling match with a Son of Sobek. He was as feisty and careless as ever. He would later return home early in the morning to rest because he knew his guardians and friends in the House of Life would undoubtedly throw a party despite the fact that they are aware of his dislike for it. Despite the spells that prevented it, as he dozed off, his ba (aspect of the soul) was drawn from his body and into the Duat. He would eventually come face to face with a majestic man who had eyes that were mesmerizing to look at. He instantly recognized the person and, as if anticipating Kamran's outburst, Heka was amazingly greeted with a sigh. The universe was a strange place, but by that point, Kamran understood why his mother did what she did and why his father couldn't step in to stop her. Heka would take the opportunity to tell Kamran about the Elysium Academy and the danger he posed for the House of Life and himself if he continued to live unwarily. Heka suggested that Kamran speak to Thoth because he believed he would have a better chance of persuading Kamran despite the fact that Kamran was obviously opposed to the idea.
  
  Kamran looked up to Thoth as a friend and mentor, and after meeting Thoth in the Duat, was successful in persuading Kamran to enroll in the school. Going reluctantly, Kamran discovered that there were others like him, hailing from different parts of the world with different pantheons of gods. Knowing there were different kinds of magic besides what the Egyptians practiced did excite him. He started studying the various Egyptian gods' paths at this time and developed his mastery of divine words to the point where he knew more about them than any other magician. Even though he didn't love or particularly enjoy the school, he does admit that it did help him learn more about the wider world. He knew life tends to throw shit at you when you least expect it and Elysium Academy was no exception.

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[Veil Walker]

Dossier:

Name: Manfred Cassini
Nickname: Manny, 'Mumbles'
Age: 20
Gender and Pronouns: Cis Male, He/Him
Sexuality: Demi Bisexual
Date of Birth: February 1st, 2003
Place of Birth: Friday Harbor, WA
Ethnicity/Race: Italian American/White

Visage:

Weight: 165 lbs
Height: 5'9"
Build: Slim
Eyes: Green
Skin: Olive
Hair: Black
Body Mods: Tattoo of a fiery butterfly on his left shoulder
Distinguishing Features: Scars on his chest from his monster attack.
FC: David Giuntoli

Persona:

Personality: Manny's father had never really understood his son. While Domenico was loud, his son was always quiet, and he spoke with a pronounced stutter. Manny was the type who was happiest in the corner, left alone to write in his notebook. He carried his notebook everywhere, and seemed to draw inspiration from all around him. He had always found it easier to convey how he felt upon the written page. Manny also has a love of fixing what is broken. Growing up, it was the one activity he could do with his father. The family fishing boat The Charybdis (So named because it seemed to devour most of every payday) was in near constant need of repair. Manny is always happiest when he can busy his mind, either with his words or with his hands.

Despite the fact that he tends to be on the quiet side, Manny has always had the unfortunate habit of never backing away from a bully, or from telling things the way he saw them. It had started out small, with Manny slipping anonymous notes into the desks of arrogant jocks or mean bullies. But as time went on, Manny found himself on the receiving end of more than one thrashing. When he felt someone had gone too far, he would always tell them so to their face. His father urged him to learn how to defend himself, but Manny preferred words. He wanted people to think, not to be physically hurt. Manfred believed that words could do a lot more than fists ever could.
Likes: Poetry (especially Longfellow), Animals, Ice Cream, Tinkering, Quiet People, Music, Running.
Dislikes: Bullies, Arrogance, Football, Banned Books.
Fears: Wasps, Tornados, Public Speaking
Hobbies: Smithing, Writing, Running, Reading, Training with the Gáe Bulg.
Skills: Manny is skilled at forging, poetry and fixing things. He became proficient at the use of the Celtic spear known as a Gáe Bulg at Elysium. He found his agility was the perfect medium to learn the spear.

Academic File:

Grade: Softymore
Godly Parent: Brigid
Dorm: Fermata
Monster Attack: Manny had gone down to the docks to meet his father, when everything had changed. The sky and the seas seemed especially oppressive that day, and he hoped his father would return home soon. It seemed like that night's storm would be a back one. Manny had been relaxing, his feet hanging off the end of the dock when the waters began to ripple. Manny slid his feet back upon the dock, but continued to watch, fascinated. The form of a horse, complete with a midnight black saddle appeared before him. A voice seemed to call to him to ride the watery steed. He felt himself tempted, and the horse's eyes widened in anticipation. He slowly stretched his hand forward, reaching for the bridle. His fingers nearly brushed it before a warning in the back of his mind grew louder and he withdrew with a start. The horse's features contorted, teeth turning to fangs, hooved legs turning to clawed hands. With a swipe, the creature grabbed Manny, cutting his chest and dragging him into the water. Manny floundered for a moment, trying to break free. He struggled mightily, but the beast kept dragging him under the waves. In his exertions to push it away, his hand caught the bridle buckle. Somehow he knew without thinking what to do. His fingers numb in the icy waters, he fought until finally he forced the stiff leather through the buckle, and knocked the bridle from the creature's back. It froze, completely unmoving and Manny forced his way to the surface, drawing in a huge breath. The creature looked at him wordlessly, as though waiting for him to say or do something. He swam backwards, telling it to get away from him. The creature began swimming backwards from him, though its eyes kept flicking to the bridle. Finally it spoke, not in the pleasant voice as before, but in a screeching whine.
"Please, young Master. I'll do anything, but please give me my bridle back. If not returned before cock's next crow, I will perish. Please, I will give you any treasure of the deep, but return it to me," the beast implored, its voice nearly frantic. Manny picked up the saddle, ignoring the pain the salty water was doing to the deep cuts in his chest.
"Y-you tried to k-kill me. W-why?"
"Young Master, none of us can resist the scent you carry on the wind. I acted in my nature. Return my bridle, and I swear not to harm you. On my word as a Fae." Manny's head spun. He had read often of Fae, but in fiction, not in reality. He wasn't sure what to do. This wasn't like his books. In the books, the hero would usually slay the beast, but that wasn't who he wanted to be. Slowly and with great hesitation, he slipped the bridle back on, cinching it as best he could with cold numbed hands. The creature looked at him dumbstruck, seeming nearly to be at the point of tears.
"Neither I or mine will forget this. When the time comes, and you need a favor, look to the sea." The beast whickered once, before sinking below the waves. For a moment, Manny stood in shock, before wincing at the cuts slashed upon his chest. In his confusion, he had forgotten, but now the pain was all he could feel. Dimly, he forced himself out of the water, trudging towards town, and help.
Powers and Abilities:
Pyrokinesis- Manny can manipulate and produce fire in sizable quantities. He can also pull on his own breath and body heat to warm the air. The bigger the fire, however, the more chance that he loses control.
Strengths: Building and fixing things, Running, Writing, Studying.
Weaknesses: Public Speaking, Fighting, Heavy Lifting, Peer Pressure.

History:

Origin Story: Manny's father had been a sailor in the Navy. The sea was all he knew, and it was his love. He had his share of flings, but none of them meant anything. Until he had met Dana, one night on shore leave. She was glorious, red hair and freckles he wanted to spend his whole life exploring. Green eyes that seemed to see all of him. He was head over heels with her, and they had just met. For the first time in his life, he didn't want a one night stand. He wanted a forever. Dana was her name, and he found himself taking her home. Letting her stay with him. Letting her become an inseparable part of his life. When she told him he was pregnant, he was overjoyed. He raced out and bought a ring. He had meant to surprise her, but she was the one with the surprise. She was crying by the end. If anyone else had told him they were a god, he would have laughed, but he believed her. It didn't matter to him. He wanted her to stay, to be his wife anyway. For the next eight months, they were in bliss. Then Manfred was born, and Domenico found himself ready to settle down. Be a husband and a father. That wasn't how the world worked though. She had tears in her eyes when she left him. Walked away from his love. From their son. If it weren't for Manny, he would have broken. But his son needed him, so he fought on. Ignored the pain of loss, and focused on the love for his son.

Manny grew up in a loving if poor family. He was raised to only ask for what he absolutely needed. His father always managed to bring home just enough to keep them fed, and a roof over their heads. Manny grew up happy. His father always found some way of showing his love, despite not having the same interests. When he found out Manny's love of poetry and writing, he made sure that he had a library card. Manny did his best to help in any way he could, reading home maintenance volumes in between devouring novels on Chaucer and Wordsworth. By the time he was fifteen, he had fixed everything in the family cottage at least twice. He was fifteen when his father told him the truth. At first, Manny had laughed it off. His father and the rest of his friends were famous for the pranks. But the pain in his eyes was too real for Manny to ignore. Manny remembered his father's promise to never lie to him, and he sat and listened. He remembered how strange things happened around their family. By the end of the story, Manny could only hold his father as the years of pain and loss wracked his body with tears. Manny didn't know what to do with this knowledge, until he had fought off the Kelpie. The next day, the satyrs came. He sat and listened to them. They were surprised that someone without knowledge of the process treated them well, but they embraced him. They somehow knew that he had treated a fae well, so they protected him until he arrived at Elysium. At Elysium he not only built, but he was trained at the spear for a year, and he became skilled due to his agility and willingness to learn. He also became more proficient in his skills, and could control fires enough to make him eligible for the coal program.

 

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  willowy

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair c.

  
  

  brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye c.

  
  

  blue

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  misc.

  
  

  his body is always cold to the touch

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  luke powell

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  02.

  
  
  
  

  psyche

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  It's no surprise that Khione isn't the most respected goddess among the few, and this reputation more or less bleeds into her children as well. Dom doesn't condone his mother's choices but he is finding that with each passing day he's become more and more like his mother. (Which is kind of scaring him).
  
  Dom is quiet, calm, and calculating individual. He prefers to watch and wait. He doesn't see the real point of getting caught up in others problems unless they somehow directly effect himself. He rarely cares if people get hurt around him, unless it's his family or someone he manages to care about. He rarely allows himself to grow close to people, given his issues regarding trust, and the fact most believe he actually does have a heart of ice. Instead of socializing giddily, he'll put up defenses to avoid talking. He'll either stay silent, not saying a word and giving off a cold front (sometimes literally), or he'll give a rather snarky remark that instantly shoots others down. However, though he can be seen by others as being closed off and unemotional should he choose not to have anything to do with them, he can still be friendly and open to those he does communicate with. It's no secret that Khione is a charmer, she has a way with putting up a kind front and then striking where it really hurts, something that Dom somehow managed to pick up. While he's not 'evil' like his mother, Dom will always put the cards on the table in his favor, making his charming front entirely deceptive.
  
  Dom really has no understanding or value for decisions made on the basis of personal subjectivity or feelings. He strives constantly to achieve logical conclusions to problems, and doesn't understand the importance or relevance of applying subjective emotional considerations to decisions. For this reason, he is usually not in-tune with how people are feeling, and are not naturally equipped to meet the emotional needs of others. Since his feelings are his least developed trait, he may have difficulty giving the warmth and support that is sometimes necessary in intimate relationships. He usually can, however, realize the value of attending to other people's feelings. Whatever the case, he's not one people get to know easily, but when they do, and if he truly accepts them as a friend, he will be somewhat protective over them, and while he won't divulge on too much about his past, he will open up more that others to that individual, something not many can lay claim to.
  
  Dom is a very analytical person, using his ability to judge others and thereby see if it is worth his time talking to them. This can sometimes come off as a little judgmental on his part, but he doesn't seem to mind. He has never really had a problem with surviving on his own, considering the majority of Khione children are outcasts. Dom doesn't really take into account his emotions when making decisions. Therefore, he could think fondly of someone, but refuse to let them in until they've proven themselves to him. It's his analytical nature that makes him come off as cold and apathetic, though once he let's someone in he's rather a distant-but caring individual.
  
  Dom normally disguises his worry to the point of insignificance. Very rarely does it show in his words or actions. If anything, he’s often frightened by the idea of freezing someone to death, especially someone he cares about. Of course there are times he wants to, but that's a feeling he pushes deep deep down.
  
  Unfortunately, Dom can be icy, much like his mother. He is very reserved, classically shy or possibly introverted. He finds himself freezing and hardening into stone even when he doesn’t feel under attack. Cutting himself off from others, he stops the progression of relationships from going beyond a certain point. Due to him thinking so logically, people view him as insensitive. When he tries to exercise his empathy, it hardly comes out right, and so he does nothing to prevent this; moving in another direction with little apology or vulnerability. Dom thrives in the ice and that’s where his personality stays.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  likes

  
  

  the cold, classical literature, hiking, fuzzy socks, dark chocolate, string instruments, strawberry-flavored things, crosswords, iced coffee, late night walks

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  

  the heat, spicy foods, sun gods, chatterboxes, nosy people, horror films, teamwork, cocky individuals, smartasses, anyone associated with dealings of the future

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  strengths

  
  

  self-sufficient, analytical, unwavering, calm, temperate, able to make difficult decisions, observant

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  icy, heat sensitive, borderline apathetic, teamwork, hand-to-hand combat, anxious, emotionally-detached, insecure

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hobbies

  
  

  writing prose, ice skating, stargazing, baking (he's shit), people watching

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skills

  
  

  long-range combat, cold tolerance, analytical intellect, ability to work under pressure, logical, plays piano

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  his mother, losing control of his abilities, falling in love, The one feeling he shuts out the most is destined to kill him in the end. Thanks to an uncanny run in with an oracle, he now is cautious about who he lets in

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  03.

  
  
  
  

  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  Dom was born on one of the coldest recorded days in the rather populated town of Reykjavik, Iceland. It's known that Khione had a rather big distaste for mortals and there are very few demigods from her. His father, Adíel, was a fisherman for a small company and often spent his time on the frigid waters in the North Atlantic. He was a very reserved and closed off individual, 'the town recluse' is what most called him. Dom could only assume this is what his mother found so enticing about the man. To this day he believes that his parents never truly loved each other, but the feeling stemmed more from admiration. (He has deep-rooted issues regarding the idea that he was not born out of love). Khione often spent her time in Iceland, as it was an ideal climate for her and rather close to her father's domain. She happened upon Frederick and the rest is history.
  
  Dominik had a rather quiet childhood, he could tell from a young age that he was different from the other students at the school he attended. For one he wasn't affected by Iceland's cool temperatures and when he was particularly angry it would snow. Dom and his father had a rather complicated relationship considering they were both distant and reserved people, they didn't know how to talk to each other. From a young age he knew that his father had probably never wanted him at all. Dominik felt like a ghost in the house. Since his mother was out of the picture he would always question his father about her disappearance but his father always told him she died in a fishing accident. Dom never believed him. After all, a seven-year-old couldn't possibly contemplate how someone could possibly die while fishing. It just seemed preposterous. The children in his class said she must've been a harlot— or perhaps she'd left considering her son was a freak.
  
  The strain on their relationship only seemed to grow as Dominik aged. He became more restless as the growing pit of an identity crisis began to fester inside him. It didn't help that he had nearly zero friends save for the student who felt pity for him. His father was still gruff and awkward, the farthest their conversations getting purely revolving around fish. Fucking fish. Dominik hated fish. And it wasn't until the middle of a chilly October day that his entire life would fall to pieces. Helping his father with the family business he had taken the boat out to retrieve their nets. Unfortunately it caught more than just simple tuna. One moment he was tugging the net on to the boat, the next vicious claws were at his throat, teeth snapping dangerous close to his neck. A siren. Dominik can't really recall exactly what happened, sheer instinct. One moment there was a fish woman snapping at his neck— the next she was completely frozen solid, tipping over before shattering to pieces on the floor of the boat. Dom had returned home, terrified and a shivering mess. It was the pivotal of his life in that moment, it was proof that there was something royally fucked up with him. He'd demanded his past from his father, wanting to make sense of everything that had just happened. They fought viciously that evening. And his father said something he shouldn't have. That it was Dom's fault his mother had left, that she didn't want him, and neither did his father. After that Dom couldn't hardly contain his anger and punched his father in the chest, what happened next has scarred him for life. Right where Dom touched his father in the chest a small ice patch grew, and then expanded like frozen tendrils until it had completely swallowed him whole. His father was a statue of ice. Exactly what had happened to the fish monster— he'd done to his own father. In the midst of Dom's small panic attack a women appeared, hauntingly beautiful, and Dom instantly knew it was his mother.
  
  She explained, rather bitch-ingly that he was a demigod, particular one that not many people liked. (Which was his obvious luck). Khione unfroze his father with a snap of her fingers and then demanded to talk to the man in private. That was the only time Dom has ever seen his mother in the flesh. After Dom's father returned to the room rather shaken up he had him pack his things and said that his mother had a place for him to go. A place for people like him, somewhere he might finally figure out what the hell he's been missing for most of his life. Dom didn't really fit against his parent's request, he knew he didn't really fit in anywhere. With that he was sent of to Elysium Academy, where he still - for the most - part doesn't fit in. It's entirely frustrating and confusing for him, but he masks it rather well.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  04.

  
  
  
  

  gallery

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  05.

  
  
  
  

  connections

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  character name

  
  
  
  

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  06.

  
  
  
  

  miscellaneous

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  parentage

  
  

  khione, greek goddess of ice and snow

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  grade

  
  

  second year

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dorm

  
  

  pangaea

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  cryokinesis

  
  

  Dom has spent the past year at the academy learning to hone his ability to shape and manipulate ice. He can create and manipulate the environment around him to generate blizzards, freezing conditions, and fire projectiles of ice (though this is something he's still working on). He even has been able to tap into a little bit of his mother aerokinesis with frigid air though it's highly unpredictable and nothing more than an uncomfortable breeze. His powers are still strongly tied to his emotions, and considering his cool demeanor they can often be muted. The one thing he's probably unwillingly mastered is turning other beings into ice statues. This has led to an irrational fear of physical contact because he still has no idea how to reverse it.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ice-resistance

  
  

  From being surrounded by cold so much, Dom is not affected at all by extreme cold temperatures.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  curiosity did not kill this cat

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  - zahi

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  child of bastet

  
  
  
  

  zahi.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  full name

  
  

  zahi maur clarke

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  nicknames

  
  

  z, claws

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  twenty-one

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  d.o.b.

  
  

  may 20th

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birthplace

  
  

  new york, ny

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  gender

  
  

  gender queer [he/they]

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  pansexual

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  cuff it

  
  
  

  beyoncé

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  01.

  
  
  
  

  visage

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  5’7’'

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  body type

  
  

  lean and fit

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair c.

  
  

  curly brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye c.

  
  

  brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  misc.

  
  

  his has his ears pierced each twice, as well as his right nip, he also tends to wear a lot of jewelry when he isn't in training

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  marlon pendlebury

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  Zahi’s temperament is shockingly much like a cat (although if you ever call him remotely as such, be prepared for a world of hurt). They have their ups and their downs, sometimes slumbering in the afternoons or training with various bursts of energy.
  
  With friends, Zahi isn't very selective, he just tends to enjoy someone's company if they enjoy his. His most lovable quality is how playful he can be. Zahi is a friendly and humorous individual with everyone. And quite possibly the biggest tease. They’re cheeky, perhaps a bit zealous but you cannot deny that his sultry personality is sometimes infectious and impossible to ignore. His flirting is also incredibly playful. He often treats most things like a cat toying with a mouse, gently pawing at his victims until they squeal.
  
  From his mother, Zahi inherited her fierce sense of passion and spite. He can be a bit sassy with and without intention. They’re not afraid to stand up for themselves or others that he cares about and will gladly throw himself into danger to protect those he cares about. After all, he wouldn’t be the child of the goddess of protection without at least a smidge of overprotectiveness. Most of it is blind determination, but he's always believed in walk way more than talk. You don’t really earn Zahi’s respect unless you put your money where your mouth is. In addition to his passion for his everyday dealings, he also has a strong sense of loyalty. Their dealings with loyalty are almost animalistic (ironic right), and Zahi can hold one hell of a grudge.
  
  Obedience has never been Zahi’s strong suit. Following rules has never been his thing, to be honest. They’re a free thinker, and tend to get themselves into quite a bit of trouble with authority. He tends not to follow orders if the order does not benefit him and can be rather disruptive. Zahi thinks on the fly and while his intentions might be great, his execution is variable.
  
  One thing that Zahi isn't is a coward. He is daring in many ways, and doesn't succumb to peer pressure when his methods are very different from most. If there is something incredibly important and dangerous that needs to be done, Zahi is not afraid to take on the task.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  likes

  
  

  jewelry, makeup, bubble tea, movie nights, the sound of storms, cuddling, cat naps, training in acrobatics, the smell of oranges, chocolate milkshakes and french fries, new york pizza, theatre

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  

  swimming, sweating, strong smells, rodents, bigots, controlling people, party-poopers, country music, sedimentary work, getting up early

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  strengths

  
  

  comedic, energetic, loyal, adaptable, passionate, protective, playful, team-player, competitive

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  sensitive to smell and hearing, immature, spiteful, ranged combat, scatter-brained, trouble-maker, mischievous, sassy

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hobbies

  
  

  yoga, gymnastics, singing, collecting shells & rocks, professional napper

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skills

  
  

  master of acrobatics, flexible, mixed martial artist, climbing, tracking, baking, perfect vision in the dark

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  insects, drowning

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  Zahi Maur Clarke was born to one of the wealthiest families in New York, NY. The Clarke's were owners of the company NeoVision, which specialized in robotics and engineering. On a first glance, Robert Fairchild is a geek. Unruly brown hair, freckles, and spectacles, his family praised his intelligence but worried the man would never find love. He wasn't really interested in the family business of robotics and instead found solace in veterinary medicine and with his brilliance was easily accepted to NYU's program. While in his senior year he signed up for a trip to Cairo for his minor in World Studies. While on the trip he happened upon a cat one night in the streets that was severely injured. He brought the poor thing back to his room, unbeknownst that he was nursing a goddess back to life. The rest of the trip he spent tending to the cat and on finally on the last night, the cat revealed itself to him as Bastet. She had gotten in a particularly nasty spat with Apep and was badly wounded. Bastet was greatly thankful for Robert's care and... well, Robert recalls it, to Zahi's embarrassment, as the best night of his life.
  
  Unfortunately, Bastet couldn't stay and Robert was heartbroken. After all she was a goddess with one of the most imprortant jobs in Egypt— to keep the demon of chaos Apep in his cage. That is until nine months later she came back with a baby boy in her arms. At first, Robert was terrified, but now Zahi is his true gift— from a God.
  
  As a child, Zahi was a lot more innocent and curious, always in the clinic with his father helping him with the kittens and puppies and decorating his office with sparkles and glitter. His father would always tell him that he was, 'a gifted boy that'll change the world' and sweep him into the biggest hug.
  
  It wasn't until Zahi hit his teens that he began to struggle with his own identity. They were placed into a private school for the majority of his younger years (thanks to his insanely weathly grandparents who were overjoyed at the fact their son had one of his own). His peers didn't seem to understand why he didn't fall into the typical norms, such as the horrid dress code that Zahi absolutely obliterated. It wasn't until they turned fifteen that his father began to worry. Zahi had landed himself in detention after kicking a group of boy's asses who had something to say about his appearance. Looking back, Zahi wouldn't have done things differently, they're unapologetic for their identity which is something that has only gotten stronger as they've aged. Eventually their father placed him in public school and things seemed to mellow out, and Zahi began to spend more time with him on the weekends. Zahi found peers like himself, joining the dance and cheer team— feeling more like themselves than they had in a while. Life seemed perfectly content at that time. His life changed however, when he was visited by his mother.
  
  Zahi's father had taken them for a picnic in New York when a giant bird from hell decided to attack. They were halfway through the cheese and crackers when the most horrific feathered creature with individual cheese grater-sized claws went straight for their throats. As the horrid thing dove right for them, a fizzing, pink energy seemed to crackle over Zahi and their father and when the bird got close enough to shred them into pieces it seemed to slam into an invisible wall. Zahi couldn't contain their shock amongst the screaming civilians, his father still cowering amongst the picnic basket. It was then a women had practically appeared from nowhere, and Zahi could only watch in blind admiration as she leapt and weaved gracefully around the bird's advances before a ripple seemed to appear where she tore her claws through the air, the bird being sucked through.
  
  Zahi recalls her as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It didn't really click until he saw his father's face morph into one of recognition and then absolute love at the sight of her. Zahi never thought they'd be having the most important conversation of their life shoved into the back of a local New York pizza parlor, the loud cacophony around them enough to mask their conversation. With Robert's permission she informed Zahi of his lineage, powers, and offered him a future at the academy. Bast apologized for being as absent a mother as possible, though her face seemed to shine with pride when she mentioned how Robert had raised them so beautifully. That tiny bit of bubbly acceptance and validation had Zahi's heart soaring. Zahi was hesitant to leave his father and the Big City, as he was all he ever had but Robert insisted that he was very proud of him and knew this was a step in the right direction for his future. Finally, he reluctantly agreed to go and doesn't regret it one bit.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  05.

  
  
  
  

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  parentage

  
  

  bastet, egyptian goddess of cats and protection

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  second year

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dorm

  
  

  Iatros

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  feline physiology

  
  

  While Zahi can't outright turn into a cat like his mother, he does have attributes of a feline that bleed into his physicality. He can hear, move, smell and see like any feline, meaning that his senses are enhanced to a certain degree and he can see quite well in the dark. Zahi can also extend and retract claws from his fingernails and his eyes seem to shine an eerie yellow in the dark. His enhanced flexibility and near-perfect equilibrium has lead him to be quite the talented acrobatic and mixed martial artist.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  force-field manipulation

  
  

  Zahi can create a field of energy that acts as a shield against any form of matter. They can mostly use this to absorb and deflect attacks. They generally manifest as circles or domes of pink, shimmering energy that can either surround someone or act as a wall in front of them. Zahi finds it easier to create smaller, quicker blips of force-fields to deflect single objects like arrows rather than entire domes surrounding people. They are capable of shielding 2-3 people at a time but it takes an immense amount of concentration and they aren't able to hold it for long.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  son of heimdall

  
  
  
  

  nikolai.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  full name

  
  

  nikolai arne pederson

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  nicknames

  
  

  niko

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  twenty-three

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  d.o.b.

  
  

  feb 16th

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birthplace

  
  

  kilpisjärvi, fi

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  gender

  
  

  cismale [he/him]

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  bisexual

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  01.

  
  
  
  

  visage

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  6’1’'

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  body type

  
  

  lean

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair c.

  
  

  blonde

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye c.

  
  

  blue, with a light hazy sheen

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  misc.

  
  

  has a tattoo of lavender along his right palm, and the norse runes for protection, courage, and grace along his spine

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  psyche

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  Nikolai is much like a soft warm breeze filtering through a window in June. His temperament is rather mild and reserved, though there are always moments of a soft smile gracing his features in a hazy glow. The world works strangely for a blind prophet. There is a certain need for distance— after all, seeing one’s life, tragedies, and victories… is all-consuming. For Niko, it has become nothing more than a burden weighing heavily on a heart that beats so passionately. The world waits for each passing breath of his as if he might speak the end with another word so Nikolai revels in the quiet. He is not shy, or afraid to speak his mind, he just finds comfort in not having to speak, all the time. While Nikolai can often sneak up on others completely unbeknown, it is frankly impossible to sneak up on him.
  
  Nikolai is a vision within a dream. He’s soft in the way he looks at the world through hazy eyes and an even hazier sense of being. Where mornings run into nights and time to him is nothing but numbers on his watch. It’s fine that way though, it always has been. It’s treated him well enough, and who is he to disturb the way things are? He sometimes wishes though that the person he dreams of becoming can be the person he is in reality. Nikolai wants to be someone who grasps the stars, knows exactly what he wants in life, and can happily live in reality without wishes for the safety of dreams. He knows however, it’s only a dream.
  
  Despite that, however, Nikolai clearly knows when it’s not appropriate to act like a recluse. Instead, he overcompensates and allows his natural charm to take over. It’s worked out well enough he supposes. He’s surrounded himself with people he’s honored to call friends and knows he could count on any one of them to be an ear to listen to. They’re the reason he can so easily offer his help, and the way he can live within reality without fear. However, a lingering feeling of melancholy leaves him without a word to even utter his thoughts.
  
  Nikolai will always choose to see the better side of people, to give them the benefit of the doubt, and believe that they are good people until they prove to him otherwise. Sometimes unwanted foresight can make this difficult, but he has always believed that what he sees is merely a singular path in a multitude of possibilities. The future is not finite, not fixed, yet more like a lump of clay along a pottery wheel.
  
  Visions have left him quite a damaged person. Nikolai has minor headaches almost every day, and feels completely violated every time he has a complete vision. It's not that he hasn't accepted his abilities, he's well past that point, but sometimes he wishes he could've been given actual sight and not foresight. Nikolai almost finds it crude, that he is blind and gifted with precognition, the boy who can't and can see, he's like his own never-ending paradox.
  
  Niko tends to be more like a quiet advisor than an upfront leader. He's seen the real tragedies behind the veil of his visions and he knows that for demigods the world isn't so cut and dry. When someone has the chance to get close to Nikolai, they will find a very interesting individual indeed. He's very funny, something that not a lot of people know. Often making jokes about his own blindness as if to ease the tension that everyone around him seems to hold with such heavy shoulders. He's witty, and bashful which almost seems strange coming from his tall and often looming stature. In the same way, he is also a very artistic person, literally and figuratively. Nikolai sees the world in a different way, which makes him difficult to understand, but once you can get him to open up you'll find a poetic and intuitive young man.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  likes

  
  

  clothes fresh out of the dryer, fresh rye bread, music (he can often be seen with headphones on, an old walkman in his hand), long showers, dark chocolate, herbal tea, idealists, humor, peanut butter milkshakes, telling awful jokes

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  

  ableists, violence, clutter, surprises, sudden loud noises, being underestimated, fried foods, rough textures, being left behind

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  strengths

  
  

  stellar listener, fantastic at combat, good judge of character, understanding, kind

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  immobilization during vision, naive, too soft-hearted, passive, closed-off

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hobbies

  
  

  listening to music, brushing up on swordplay, card games, chatting with his friends, morning jogs, meditation

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  losing his mother, foreseeing the death of a loved one

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  Heimdall was never supposed to have children, and Nicolai is living proof. Heimdall is one of Odin’s most precious sons, given the daunting task of Watchmen of the Gods. His unfailing duty was to guard the gates of Asgard, protecting the Gods from anyone who dared to cross the threshold mortal or monster alike. Though with time people began to forget the old Gods and threats became less and less till Heimdall spent his days sitting atop a wall, skipping rocks into the clouds. He never saw Elise coming and Heimdall saw everything. She was ridiculously brave— though Heimdall thought rather foolish for attempting to find the veil that existed between Midgard and Asgard. Where the world of the Norse Gods kissed the Earth. Elise Pedersen was a seamstress from a small village in the town that sat at the base of the mountain. A young woman, beautiful and full of potential, but forced to take care of an ill father whom she loved dearly. She was raised in a family that held on to the truths of the past, praying each night to Odin and the many Gods who graced their land. Elise had ventured up the cliff, after hearing mere whims of a potential gate into Asgard that her grandmother used to tell her as a child. And it was true.
  
  She’d begged Heimdall for passage into the land of the Gods, seeking some cure for her father though Heimdall could already foresee that the old man was too far even for Eir to possibly heal. It was his duty to cast her away, wipe her mind and stop the potential threat of humanity from seeping back into Asgard’s walls. Yet, he didn’t. Although he couldn’t offer her what she had hoped, he gave the mortal comfort— sharing dreams of foresight that her father would pass a peaceful and happy man. Elise was grateful and from that, a friendship was born.
  
  This time Heimdall wasn’t shocked when Elise came climbing up the cliff, sack tied around her back containing food from home. He found it amusing that she’d brought him what she deemed mortal delicacies though he found the gesture… sweet. Elise visited often after that, sometimes bringing him strange mortal foods and others just to talk. He began to expect her visits even though he could always tell when she was on her way. It wasn’t until she stopped that he actually began to grow worried for her. It was a strange feeling to Heimdall, feeling such a way for a mere mortal. His entire life had been dedicated to his Father, and he found a strong purpose in that but this was something entirely new.
  
  Elise finally returned after a few months— her father had passed. Heimdall could tell that she was a piece of herself but still the same beautiful woman he’d first met all those months ago. He helped her pick herself back up, something he didn’t know the first thing about, but after a year had passed Heimdall knew the term was love. It wasn’t long before he found that Elise felt the same, and within a few months from that moment, she was pregnant. Heimdall wasn’t sure how to feel about the announcement, children had never been a consideration for him seeing as his life was solely dedicated to Asgard much like the Valkaryies pledged a life of abstinence. Though seeing the joy on Elise’s face brought a newfound excitement for the young God, the thought of having a child of his own unlocked a newfound want within himself.
  
  It wasn’t until the day Elise went into labor that things came crumbling down. Heimdall had left the wall the moment he could sense her pain, rushing to the mortal’s side without a moment of hesitation. It wasn’t long before soft cries began to fill the room and Heimdall was a father to a beautiful young son. He had barely given the boy a name before a flurry of ravens crowded the room, shrieking horribly and swallowing the sounds of newborn screams. Odin. Heimdall had never felt such fear in his life— he loved his Father but he was a ruthless man, unforgiving in his own right. And he’d never seen him so furious in his life.
  
  The moment Heimdall had left his post, Jotnar had entered Asgard. The giants had always had a vendetta against the Gods and were just waiting for the opportune moment. They had killed nearly half of Asgard before Odin had managed to put a stop to it. The Allfather was prepared to kill both Elise and the child at that moment but Heimdall had begged for their lives, sobs wracking the young God’s body with his head pressed so hard into the cold floor in a bow that he’d bled. Odin agreed, but Heimdall would still have to pay the price for his mistakes. He was forbidden to leave his post, from ever seeing Elise or his son. Heimdall readily agreed, thinking it to be a small price to pay for his mistakes until Odin placed a hand on his son. “As you have been blind to your duty, may this child find purpose in paying for your mistakes”. Heimdall never saw his Elise again.
  
  Nikolai has always been blind, he can’t remember a moment when he wasn't, the world has always been black, just a jumble of noises smashed together that are supposed to paint a picture in his head. His home life was as normal as it could’ve been— born to a single mother in a small town in the middle of Finland. Regardless of his blindness, Nikolai grew much like any of the other children around him. Sure, there were some things that seemed impossible and it’s easy to feel disconnected from a world he could never picture, but he never let that stop him. From a young age he adapted, learning how to navigate the world through a different sort of lens. He easily became independent, relying on his other senses to help him navigate through the world. His mother was especially loving and supportive of him, perhaps a bit overbearing as the years passed. It wasn’t until he was around ten that she told him of his father. Heimdall. His mother had said he was a guardian of his people, a nobleman with a kind heart. He couldn’t fathom what kind of guardian his father had been considering the closest thing to that was Magnus, the postman who was always careful to knock four times he delivered mail to let Nikolai know. He had never heard his mother speak so fondly of another before, detailing the way she’d met the man before he had passed from an illness. While it filled some gap in him to learn about his father, there was still an emptiness inside of him. His mother had taken the time to describe his father in detail, yet Nikolai often had a difficult time interpreting words into the reality around him. It was arguably frustrating, but he refused to let his blindness become something that held him back.
  
  Nikolai often liked to imagine what his father was like. If he too had been blind like his son, though Nikolai was too embarrassed to ask his own mother. Regardless of her fondness she still sounded rather pained whenever his name was mentioned, and Nikolai thought better than to push her about it. He often spoke to his father at night, hushed voices under blankets as he’d tell him about his day— the friends he’d made, the dinner his mother had cooked him at night.
  
  When Nikolai reached his 17th birthday, the scariest thing he could ever imagine happened, he could see.
  It happened a couple of nights after his birthday, the fond memories of his mother’s cinnamon vanilla cake and sweet singing still lingering in his mind like a warm embrace. Nikolai had been abruptly woken up in the middle of the night with a piercing headache, painful enough that for the briefest moment, he hadn’t realized the surroundings around him.
  
  He wasn't in his bed. Nikolai was standing in the middle of the backyard, by himself. It was still midnight but he could make out every detail, in every blade of grass, and gnarled knot of a tree branch. He couldn't comprehend it, sight, it was so overwhelming for him that the confusion and strangeness of it all passed right over his head. In his awe he happened to look down, his expression twisting into one of horror at the sight of a woman laying in front of him, eyes glassy and unmoving. Even though Nikolai had never seen his mother, he knew this woman, was her. His mother— she was beautiful. Nikolai stumbled backward holding in a scream, as he stared at his mother, lying dead on the ground in front of him. It was then that the house burst into flames. Awful, high-pitched screams, racked his body as he shook and fell to the ground in a heap of tears.
  
  Nikolai never told his mother what had happened after she shook his screaming and sobbing form awake. He still regrets not telling her to this day. Nikolai accepted the darkness again with a welcoming hand, afraid of every little desire he had wanting to see again. He believed it to be a punishment for dreaming something so outlandish that he prayed every night to whatever God would hear, that he was sorry. He would never wish for sight again.
  
  The following week he’d been out in the backyard, sitting in the warm grass and just allowing the sun to bear down on him when the sound of crunching glass and a familiar scream had startled him terribly. Nikolai had scrambled to his feet running in the direction of the house only to be knocked back by the force of a terrible heat exploding out from the doors and windows. It was terrifying. Utterly terrifying. Nikolai was engulfed in darkness, heat, and screams. He had crawled through the grass littered with broken glass, unsure of what direction he was going with only the desire to somehow get to his mother.
  
  An ungodly sound was slowly increasing in decibel from behind him as he crawled, tears streaming down his face in panic as Nikolai could only move helplessly forward. He’d cursed every deity at that moment, cursed them for being born, for being born like this. Most of all he cursed his father. For abandoning his mother— and abandoning him. As the sound began to get closer, the strangest feeling overcame Nikolai. For the briefest moment, he saw a flash in his mind, the weight of claws sinking into his shoulder, a pair of shears just off to his right.
  
  Following blind instinct he’d reached for the place he had seen the shears, twisting his body to bring them violently up into an arc. They instantly struck home. A horrific, unnatural scream broke through the air as warm liquid began to flow down Nikolai’s arm and onto his face. He had killed something— something, he had just killed something. The beast had nearly collapsed on top of him, but he’d rolled out of the way shivering with fear and exhaustion. And still— he had no idea what had just happened. Where was his mother? Was she okay? What the hell was that thing?
  
  His neighbors had found him hours later, laying in the grass and covered in dried blood. Nikolai hadn’t moved an inch from his spot eventually passing out from the emotional exhaustion and shock. It wasn’t until a week later in the hospital bed that someone finally told him his mother was gone. A house fire, they said. Tragic, they said. Nikolai was broken. The only family he’d ever had was, gone and he knew it was his fault.
  
  On the day before his discharge, a strange man came to visit him. Nikolai could sense a presence in the room, for some reason he was getting pretty good at that lately. Almost as if he could really sense moments before they actually happened whether it be the nurse coming in with his breakfast, or the small child that had accidentally burst into his room as he’d run away from his mother. The man didn’t speak for a while, Nikolai could just feel him standing over the bed although he was terrified to speak first. He knew it wasn’t one of the staff or any of his friends that had been visiting him. After a while he finally spoke, startling Nikolai so bad he began to shake. Not because he was scared— no, because Nikolai knew in an instant, this man was his father.
  
  As he’d gotten older, he began to believe that his mother had been lying to him about many things but to actually see it come to fruition was a whole other story. “Heimdall”. Nikolai had spoken the name so quietly he wasn’t sure the other man heard him until Nikolai heard the sharp intake of breath and then the soft sobbing that followed. Every part of him wanted to berate the man, scream, and hit him for leaving, for taking his mother away from him. Yet, Nikolai could only sit in silence as he listened to his father quietly sob at his bedside. Once time had passed, he’d eventually spoken again— weaving a fantastical story about a young god and a woman who stole his heart. It wasn’t hard for Nikolai to understand. Although it was outlandish, deep down he knew this man spoke the truth.
  
  Heimdall had a place for him to go, somewhere he’d be safe. Eighteen years of his life had passed and Nikolai had met his father for the first time and lost him again all in a matter of twenty minutes. The last thing Heimdall had done before he’d left, was apologize. And after Nikolai was sure the warm presence of the God was no longer in the room, he’d broken down into tortuous sobs so deep that his chest ached for days.
  
  The place Heimdall spoke of was Elysium, an academy of sorts for children like him. Children of the Gods. It wasn’t like Nikolai had much of a choice, he had no one left. So the week he was discharged from the hospital he’d packed his things and left, hoping somehow to search for the answers and pick up the pieces.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  gallery

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  05.

  
  
  
  

  connections

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  character name

  
  
  
  

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  miscellaneous

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  parentage

  
  

  Heimdall, Norse God of Foresight

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  grade

  
  

  second year

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dorm

  
  

  mageia

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  foresight

  
  

  Nikolai's ability has manifested in two main forms. The easiest and most useful, is his ability of flash precognition. Due to this Nikolai is able to sense things anywhere from 5 to 60 seconds before they occur making him incredibly difficult to best in combat. He is always able to sense his opponents next move which curbs his inability to see. This can obviously be combated if his opponent happens to hit him by chance or he is attacked in an overwhelming fashion from multiple places at once. His most complex, and perhaps weakest ability is being able to see the future. For one, Nikolai has no control whatsoever over this ability and his visions are often difficult to even decipher. A full vision is often accompanied by total paralysis and loss of consciousness, and he's left hungover when he comes out of it. A fragment sometimes only last a few seconds, and are flashes of images and simply give him headaches. The only thing he's been able to somewhat configure about this ability is that he can somewhat control it by touching something related to what he wants to see, as it almost always triggers a vision.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[nova.the.alien]

• serenity
• montrell
• tempest

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  "Nothing is as important as passion. No matter what you want to do with your life, be passionate."

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  child of hathor

  
  
  
  

  serenity.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  name.

  
  

  serenity zakaria

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  nicknames.

  
  

  seri, serena

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age.

  
  

  twenty-two

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birth place.

  
  

  cairo

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birthday.

  
  

  march fifteenth

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  star sign.

  
  

  pisces ☼, cancer ☽

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity.

  
  

  black, filipino

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality.

  
  

  pansexual

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  pronouns.

  
  

  she/her

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  gender.

  
  

  cis-female

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  01.

  
  
  
  

  visage

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height.

  
  

  five foot two inches

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  body type.

  
  

  curvy and soft

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair.

  
  

  the color of dark roast coffee, stunning curls

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes.

  
  

  dark brown, warm and welcoming

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  piercings.

  
  

  triple lobes, belly-button, tongue, left nostril

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  tattoos.

  
  

  scattering of flowers down her right leg

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  scars.

  
  

  a scar from getting her appendix removed

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim.

  
  

  h.e.r

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  02.

  
  
  
  

  psyche

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  SENSITIVE: Serenity has deep feelings, and knows that other people do too. She's very understanding and sweet when approaching anything emotion based. She isn't shy about feeling her feelings either, and doesn't think twice about crying.
  
  PASSIONATE: Serenity loves hard, whether it's people or things that she enjoys to do. She's definitely the kind to put her entire heart and soul into something or someone when she thinks that they deserve it. And in relationships, that goes extra.
  
  NURTURING: Since she took care of her sister from a young age, she's always loved caring for others. She'll be the first person to lean on, the first shoulder to cry on in every circumstance. She's very much a mom friend.
  
  OVER-PROTECTIVE: Going hand in hand with the mom friend thing, Serenity is like a momma bear when it comes to her loved ones. Even times when it isn't necessary for her to be. She can be pretty passive aggressive, and in come cases quite confrontational with others who hurt someone she cares about.
  
  INSECURE: Despite her confidence in her music skills and in her appearance, Serenity has a lot of insecurities about her powers and their performance. She isn't really fond of the idea of hurting anything or anyone, and she struggles with controlling the strength of her power.
  
  EASILY-OFFENDED: A drawback to being so sensitive, Serenity gets her feelings hurt easily. She will cry, and she will retaliate in some way. Harmless jokes sometimes turn into a whole ordeal with her.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  likes

  
  

  all music, guitar, romance novels, gold jewelry, roses, pretty clothes, vegan food

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  

  insects, pointless arguments, jean jackets, getting lost, clutter

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  parasites, heights, disease

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hobbies

  
  

  dancing, clubbing, playing guitar, listening to music, singing, karaoke, gardening

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  03.

  
  
  
  

  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  Elijah and Mariano were high-school sweethearts. Mariano had moved to Los Angeles from the Philippines at sixteen, and the two of them shared a class together. After a few months of being friends, Elijah asked Mariano to go out with him and the rest was history-- they were each other's prom dates, they took graduation photos together, they enrolled in the same university. Elijah studied archaeology, and Mariano studied history. They both went on to get their masters, Mariano with a focus on ancient civilizations and linguistics. They married soon after the graduated, and began to travel together.
  
  That was how the both of them ended up in Egypt. Now, the two of them had always been polyamorous, and each of them had always explored their individual love lives, as well as the one they shared. That was how Mariano met Hathor. She was posing as woman by a different name: she'd been charmed by Mariano's attitude about life and intrigued by his search of knowledge. He looked at the world with a deep love that she herself was drawn to. And so Hathor, being a fertility goddess, naturally birthed his child. That's how Serenity showed up at their doorstep nine months later, swaddled in shimmering gold and red, the colors of Hathor, herself. The letter that came with her was signed with the name she'd used to meet Mariano before, and instructed him to take care of the child.
  
  He and Elijah jumped on the chance to raise a child together. They'd talked about it, of course, and had considered it maybe a little farther down the line, but now seemed to be the perfect time. Like it was a message from the gods or something. So they took the baby back home with them to Los Angeles, and named her Serenity.
  
  Serenity was such a calm child, and very affectionate. She always exhibited kindness to all humans and creatures, and had an affinity for singing and dancing. Elijah and Mariano provided her with all the instruments and lessons she could want as she grew up, and by age six she was already playing piano with some level of skill, and she'd started to pick up the guitar. Her voice lessons were proving to be a great thing, considering the quick strides she made.
  
  At age six, Elijah met Azha and sought a relationship with her. Azha and Mariano also hit it off, and before they knew it, Azha was moving into the home with them. By age seven, Serenity had a step-mother and a baby sister named Destiny. While Serenity was uncertain about her step-mom, she adored her little sister. She dubbed Destiny, "her baby." She always wanted to sing to her and play with her and take care of her. Destiny grew up in awe of Serenity. Azha was a good mom, but she was very business oriented and Mariano was the stay at home parent. When Serenity wasn't at school, she was including little Destiny in her activities any way that she could.
  
  By age twelve, Serenity had mastered the guitar, and had joined a competitive children's choir. She started taking dance lessons, beginning with ballet. Naturally, the five year old Destiny wanted to follow in her footsteps, and she joined the class for young children. At age fourteen, Serenity was enrolled into a FIne Arts school where she studied music and dance. She excelled in the arts, constantly learning and applying what she learned, but it was also very clear to her instructors that she had a natural talent.
  
  Age eighteen, Serenity had begun recording, with several singles published on spotify and soundcloud. But that was when things changed; she discovered that her singing affected people more than it had before. One night, after a local concert, she'd caused a wave of anger through the crowd as she performed one of her songs, and a few people got hurt. She retreated to her dressing room. Deciding she needed a break for a while to be in her thoughts, she and Mariano vacationed to Egypt for a while. Mariano wanted to show her the place that brought her to life.
  
  One day, during their travels, Serenity came across a cow that stood in her path, a cow with golden hooves. She approached the cow, feeling drawn to it. Then, the cow spoke to her, referring to her as "Child of Hathor" and warned her of the creatures that would come for her. A child of the gods was a target, indeed. Serenity felt like she was going crazy, but when she and her father returned to Los Angeles, there was an invitation waiting for her: an invitation to Elysium Academy.
  
  Serenity figured that since she didn't feel safe singing anymore-- and since that strange moment with the cow had told her she was a child of Hathor-- she ought to give it a shot. She enrolled at age nineteen. Three years later, she's learned more about master her powers, and she's much less scared to use her voice.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  04.

  
  
  
  

  gallery

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  05.

  
  
  
  

  connections

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  mariano - father

  
  
  
  

  "Don't tell anyone, but Daddy is my favorite. He's always been so supportive of me and so involved in everything that I do. I wouldn't be as successful as I am without him. I really look up to him, honestly."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  elijah - father

  
  
  
  

  "Awww I love my Poppa. He's got the absolute best sense of humor, and he's very kindhearted. He also makes the best eggplant parm, it's like my comfort food. I've never met someone nicer than him."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  azha - mother

  
  
  
  

  "I like Azha, for sure. I mean, the woman knows what's up and she knows how to make money. We aren't super close though. It's weird because she's not really an emotional person? Not like my dads are... but I guess opposites attract, huh?"
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  destiny - sister

  
  
  
  

  "I absolutely LOVE my sister, and I'd do anything for her. You know, when we were kids, I used to call her my baby. I still kind of feel that way, but she's sixteen now and I think she'd kill me if I said that!"
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  06.

  
  
  
  

  academic information

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  level

  
  

  third-year

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  performance

  
  

  a solid b student, gets the occassional a

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dorm

  
  

  fermata

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  godly parent

  
  

  hathor (egyptian)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  powers & abilities

  
  

  siren song & empathic voice: through song or music, serenity is able to manipulate others actions and feelings; powers are rendered useless if she cannot make music

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  strengths

  
  

  empathy, passionate, committed

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  insecure, fearful, without a voice she is rendered useless

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  “A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.” .

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Joseph Joubert

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  child of apollo

  
  
  
  

  montrell.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  name.

  
  

  montrell angelos

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  nicknames.

  
  

  monty, trey

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age.

  
  

  twenty-four

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birth place.

  
  

  heraklion

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birthday.

  
  

  september sixth

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  star sign.

  
  

  virgo ☼, libra ☽

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity.

  
  

  black, greek

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality.

  
  

  unlabeled

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  pronouns.

  
  

  he/him

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  gender.

  
  

  cis-male

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  shotgun

  
  
  

  george ezra

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  01.

  
  
  
  

  visage

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height.

  
  

  six foot three inches

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  body type.

  
  

  muscular and athletic

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair.

  
  

  the color of dark roast coffee, stunning curls

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes.

  
  

  dark brown, warm and welcoming

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  piercings.

  
  

  one in each lobe

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  tattoos.

  
  

  lion with roses on his right shoulder

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  scars.

  
  

  one on his chin, one on his knee from a surgery

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim.

  
  

  rome flynn

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  02.

  
  
  
  

  psyche

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  PERCEPTIVE: Monty is always paying attention to all of his surroundings, and not much gets past him. It also gives him incredible insight to someone's body language and if anyone is hiding anything.
  
  APPROACHABLE: A nice guy to the T, Monty likes to make friends and he makes sure that his aura is welcoming enough to give anyone a chance to interact with him. He doesn't make judgements until he experiences them himself, and believes that everyone should have the opportunity to start on a clean slate with him.
  
  DIPLOMATIC: Not quite a mediator, Monty does have a tendency to be the non-biased perspective in many cases. He's got the patience to hear people out, consider both sides, and understand what they're getting at. He's quelled many an argument with great success.
  
  CONFORMIST: Monty likes to fit in with the crowd, he finds that it makes interacting with people a lot easier. So he'll join the latest fads and watch the shows that everyone else is watching just so he's got more stuff to talk about.
  
  CRITICAL: Both towards himself and towards others, Monty has a tendency to judge. Once he grasps a better understanding of the situation, his views might change, but up front he can be a little harsh in his judgements. Especially if something falls outside of the norm.
  
  STRESSED: Monty stresses out about a lot of things: his appearance, his performance, his powers, his friends, his family. If you can name it, he's probably stressed about it at least some point in the day. He can't help it, his mind works hard at giving him the worst possible scenario, and then he tries his best to keep that from happening. Which means he can overcompensate sometimes.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  likes

  
  

  sung poetry, nice fashion, pretty smiles, comic books, sunrises, jumping in puddles, blanket forts, cooking, beach days

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  

  rudeness, baking, storms, chalk, the sound crickets make, riddles, leaky pens

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  dying, needles, clowns

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hobbies

  
  

  playing the harp, going on long drives, archery, meditation, chess

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  03.

  
  
  
  

  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  Montrell's birth mother was a florist in Greece that caught Apollo's eye while she was selling flowers on the beach. She found herself with child, unaware that she had conceived the child of a Grecian God. She wasn't keen on keeping the child, but hadn't discovered her pregnancy until six months into the term, and decided that once she had her child, she would put it up for adoption.
  
  The day came for her to give birth, and she had a beautiful baby boy, with shining golden eyes and glistening skin. He was the most beautiful baby she had ever seen, but she knew that a home with her was not a home that was good enough for him. She'd heard of a woman that lived close to the shores who would take in children whose mothers couldn't care for them, and Montrell's birth mother took him there.
  
  Idalia was a kind and generous woman who loved children and loved caring for others. She was a self-proclaimed priestess of Apollo, and showed kindness and appreciation to the Sunrise and the Sun every day. She gladly took Montrell in, making him her third child, and raised him as one of her own. Her oldest, Pietro, was three years older than Montrell, and Celandine was only one year older.
  
  Celandine and Monty were close as they grew up. They were the best of friends as children, always going on adventures and playing together. Pietro very often thought he was too cool to play with them, so he was usually out and about on his own. The two of them didn't mind, though, they enjoyed each others company more anyhow.
  
  When Monty was six, Idalia adopted another child, which introduced their little brother Aedon into the mix. They were a close family, despite Pietro's ego, and Monty never wanted for anything.
  
  As they grew up, Idalia taught them about different medicinal herbs and about the Greek pantheon and the old gods. And she included them in her worship of Apollo, telling them that since he brought the sun, the crops were able to grow and light was able to grace the lands and keep them safe and warm.
  
  Idalia homeschooled her children. She did place some importance on the basics, but she thought it was important to teach them about other things. She was spiritual, she was old fashioned, and she believed in the sort of magic that most people didn't think existed anymore.
  
  When Monty was fifteen, Idalia told him that she had a premonition about him; that he was going to encounter something that he would fear- something that would change everything about who he was as a person. Monty believed her, he couldn't explain why, but Idalia had a track-record of being right about that sort of thing. So, weirdly, on his eighteenth birthday, when he encountered a man who introduced himself as his father, he wasn't the least but surprised. In fact, he was relieved, because he knew Idalia's vision had come to fruition. HI father requested to be brought to his home, and when Montrell fulfilled that request and brought him through the front door, Idalia fell to her knees in awe and in disbelief. It was then that Monty learned that the man was the god Apollo himself. Despite his mortal disguise, Idalia was a priestess true of heart to him, and she was able to recognize him easily. Apollo explained that he had ensured that Monty was left in the care of Idalia, his favorite priestess because she was so loyal. "It's not often I visit my children," he said, "but as a gift to Idalia who has given me so many of her years in worship, I bring you a warning. There's a school you must attend, it will help keep you safe from the creatures that you will attract now that you've begun to manifest your powers."
  
  The invitation to Elysium Academy came soon after that, and Idalia and Montrell both knew what he must do for the safety of his siblings. It was the best decision he had made, four years later he was harnessing his healing powers much better, considering he had been almost unaware of them to begin with. And most importantly, his siblings and his mother were safer for it.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  04.

  
  
  
  

  gallery

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  05.

  
  
  
  

  connections

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  idalia - mother

  
  
  
  

  "I love my mother, she'd do anything for any one of us. Her love is pure and unconditional. I really think I won the family jackpot, especially when it comes to her."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  pietro - older brother

  
  
  
  

  "Pietro can be a bit full of himself, but I love him anyway. He's married now, so I hope that goes well for him. And I hope his wife can knock him down a peg or two."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  celandine - older sister

  
  
  
  

  "Dina is my best friend, not just my sister. She knows my deepest secrets. I mean, we were super close in age growing up, and we went everywhere together. That the sort of connection that lasts, you know?"
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  aedon - younger brother

  
  
  
  

  "I worry about Aedon sometimes, he can be a little gloomy and closed off. I hope he knows we all love him, which I'm sure he does. I think there's just something else he's going through that he isn't telling us."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  06.

  
  
  
  

  academic information

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  level

  
  

  fourth year

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  performance

  
  

  c and b student mostly, but tries hard

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dorm

  
  

  iatros

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  godly parent

  
  

  apollo (greek)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  powers & abilities

  
  

  solar healing & alleviation: using the power of the sun, monty can heal someone's wounds and even broken bones, as well as alleviate symptoms and pain. however, he cannot fully cure any diseases, only minor ailments.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  strengths

  
  

  archery, chariot racing, athletic, physically strong, medical knowledge

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  can't fully heal diseases, cannot heal himself, entirely too self-critical

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  “Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognizes genius.”

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  child of jupiter

  
  
  
  

  tempest.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  name.

  
  

  miranda alighieri

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  nicknames.

  
  

  tempest

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age.

  
  

  twenty-one

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birth place.

  
  

  milan

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birthday.

  
  

  april first

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  star sign.

  
  

  aries ☼, aqua ☽

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity.

  
  

  italian

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality.

  
  

  heterosexual

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  pronouns.

  
  

  she/her

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  gender.

  
  

  cis-female?; gender stresses her out

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  buttercup

  
  
  

  hippo campus

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  01.

  
  
  
  

  visage

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height.

  
  

  five foot six inches

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  body type.

  
  

  stocky and boxy

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair.

  
  

  messy waves the color of sand

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes.

  
  

  deep green like the sky before a tornado

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  piercings.

  
  

  single lobes, industrial in right ear, nips™

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  tattoos.

  
  

  a totoro tattoo on her left thigh, psychedelic tv tattoo on right arm, sunflowers on left ribcage, skateboarding skeleton on right calf, flower pattern on left ear, anime angel pinup and anime devil pinup on either shoulder

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  scars.

  
  

  too many to count because she gets into too much shit

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim.

  
  

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  psyche

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  INDIVIDUALISTIC: tempest loves to be different and stand out from the crowd. usually she achieves this through her appearance: putting color in her hair, getting various tattoos, or painting beautiful details on her clothing. being plain and predictable is overrated in her book.
  
  AMBITIOUS: it's the one trait that tempest will admit that she has in common with her mother. if there's one thing about the women in their family, its that they know exactly what they want and exactly how to get it. and they'll do absolutely anything to make that happen.
  
  CONFIDENT: tempest is incredibly sure of herself, which partly comes from the fact that she hasn't really been exposed to failure. Having a successful family and the backing of parents like hers meant that she could get just about anything she wanted. Another part of that is just knowing that she's good at what she does-- and how she looks.
  
  COMPETITIVE: if she's being honest, tempest can totally be such a sore loser. she's got to make everything into a competition, because the sweet taste of victory is a constant craving for her. that doesn't mean that she always wins, though, and she has a tendency to get mean about it.
  
  REBELLIOUS: a true rebel without a cause; unless you consider her disdain for her mother cause enough. despite being a great student grades-wise, tempest has a tendancy to act out. whether its for attention, for fun, or just to cause an uproar, she can't help but cause a little chaos. and she hate being told what to do.
  
  UNCOMPROMISING: one tempest has her mind set to something, she refuses to budge. she doesn't know how to pick her battles, and will be stubborn as a mule, expecting the other person to give into her. and good luck being flakey-- if you made plans then she's dragging you out with her no matter what.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  horrible mixtapes, shitty memes, sunflowers, dancing in the rain, rollercoasters, movie nights, anime, her comfort pair of vans, literature, sherlock holmes, tattoos

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  

  girls, her mother, fish, improv, breaking in new shoes, being put on hold, sitting still

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  feeling trapped, her mother, being underground

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  acting, painting, camping, reading, cosplay, upcycling clothes, fencing

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  03.

  
  
  
  

  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  Davina was a woman that knew exactly what she wanted out of life: to be just like her mother with a perfect and successful family. She also knew exactly how to get it. Davina was a vain creature and put so much thought and care into her appearance- after all to attract a successful suitor she would have to primp and polish until she was utter perfection (or so she thought anyway.) It wasn't long into her young adult-hood that she connected with Giuseppe Alighieri, a successful man that came from old money. The drawback, is he was eighteen years older than her and she was at the age of twenty-three. Her mother approved, of course, believing it to be a successful union. Her father didn't so much, and didn't really warm up to the idea of Giuseppe being around.
  
  Despite her father's disdain, she and Giuseppe wed, and they began trying for children. Much to Davina's dismay, they were unsuccessful. Davina, desperate for a sun, sought the council of her mother. Her mother explained to her that in order to get what she wanted, she'd have to use more resourceful means, and she must never tell anyone about them. Davina was to find a more fertile man, and make Giuseppe believe that the child was his. Davina was hesitant, but her desperation won out, and she began her careful strategy.
  
  Months later she encountered a beautiful man that laid the charm on thick. She couldn't help but be a bit whisked away by him. She figured it was casual, and if she were searching for someone to give her a child, she could certainly do a lot worse that the pristine man that showed her so much interest. Unbeknownst to her, the man was Jupiter himself, and he was a very fertile god. She soon learned that she was with child, broke the news to Giuseppe as if the child were his, and the family rejoiced.
  
  Davina, so focused on her goal of having a child, hadn't considered the possible outcome of having a daughter. When the ultra-sound exposed the truth, Davina was devastated, and her excitement for the child had dwindled.
  
  Post-partum hit Davina hard after her child was born. She named the child Miranda, after her grandmother, and did her best to care for her. Her heart just wasn't in it, and she wasn't as affectionate or as attentive as she should have been. Davina's mother helped care for the child when bouts of depression waved through Davina. It was with her grandparents that the child found the affection that she so desperately craved.
  
  When the child was two, Davina's mother passed, and Davina's father moved into the home to be closer to the family. Luckily for the child, since that meant she got to spend most of her time with her grandfather who absolutely adored her. She was a bit of a wild child, and although her name was Miranda, her grandfather found himself calling her "Tempest". She was his storm, his wild whirlwind.
  
  As Tempest grew older, her mother became more controlling. She had an obsession with Tempest being absolutely perfect: after all, if she wasn't going to be able to have a son, then Tempest would have to attract a husband good enough for Davina to feel as if she did. Around age ten, Tempest decided she hated everything her mother was trying to get her to do, and she began to rebel. She made her mtoher's life a living hell: constantly getting in trouble at school, causing problems around the house, and playing awful pranks. She stayed in detention and she stayed grounded: but her grade were impeccable. It was clear that Tempest was incredibly intelligent.
  
  Davina tried to capitalize on that intelligence, enrolling Tempest in a special academy to meet her learning level. Tempest was very upset. She'd been happy at the school she was at, despite making enemies of most of the teachers with all the problems that she caused. She let her grades drop and raised her menace levels up to a hundred percent. It wasn't long before she was expelled, and right back where she wanted to be. Thus began the battle between Davina and Tempest. It became a matter of pride, Davina would do something to try and control her life, and Tempest would ruin it however she could.
  
  It was around age fifteen that she grew closer to her father. She was old enough to have deeper conversations with him, and the moments she had with him when her mother wasn't around were always gentle and heartfelt. She felt seen by her father, but he also wasn't one to stick up to her mother. His lack of self-worth caused him to put her mother on a pedestal, and he was willing to do anything to keep her around. Despite it all, despite how crazy her mother seemed to Tempest, her father did love her. Tempest couldn't understand why, though, and it remained a point of contention between her and her father.
  
  Age sixteen, Tempest started acting. It was her choice, she'd had some interest in it, and surprisingly, Davina was whole-heartedly behind that decision. Tempest grew in popularity as an actress, and moved from commercials to amateur Italian films, and finally to some quality b-list movies. And then she auditioned for a popular tv-show and got the lead role at age eighteen.
  
  She was oblivious to the monster attacks at first. Her father had hired phenomenal security for her, he'd gotten nervous about her acting career. It wasn't until he was nineteen that she had her first encounter. She wasn't quite sure what she was seeing, though she later came to know it as a harpy. It was hostile, and Tempest wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. That was the first day that she summoned a storm. A tornado in Milan- it hit all the news stations that day. A phenomenon that hadn't taken place before. But it was a tornado that changed Tempest's life. The Harpy was wounded, and Tempest was just about to finish it off when a man appeared. Everyone else had sought shelter, but this man walked to her with no fear. And he spoke to her. He introduced himself as Jupiter, King of the Roman Pantheon. Tempest thought he was crazy. She thought it was all crazy. The storm around her calmed, the man that had spoken to her, left. Tempest sat in her thoughts for months, continuing to film her show and doing her best not to think about it.
  
  She was almost twenty when she spoke to her mother about all of it. It was then that Davina confessed her infidelity to Tempest, and revealed that there had been an invitation sent to her for Elysium academy. Davina had put it all together when she had seen the invitation, she'd seen some manifestations of odd behaviors in Tempest which she now accepted as Tempest's powers. Davina had thought that Tempest would be kept safe by the bodyguards they hired, but it turned out that was not the case. She demanded that Tempest attend the academy for her safety.
  
  Because it was what Davina wanted, Tempest refused, and decided to finish the last season of the TV show they had been filming. And she did so.
  
  But the monster attacks kept coming, and as they wrapped up filming season three, Tempest decided it was time to attend Elysium Academy and learn how to defend herself.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  "Let me tell you, my mother is a piece of work. I wish she'd work on her personality rather than try to control my life. And it's like I can never be good enough for her. Ugh, she drives me crazy!"
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  "I really do love my dad. Even if I *did* recently learn that he isn't my real dad, I still love him like he is, of course. He's always supported me, exactly as I am. Wish he wasn't so stuck under my mom's thumb though."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  "My mom's dad, and my most favorite person on the planet. He's the coolest and encourages me to be me. And he always sticks up for me when it comes to mom's bullshit."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  "This is the guy that my mom thinks I ought to marry, and she's convinced we've got feelings for each other. But honestly I full on gag at the thought. Still, he's gotten me through some tough stuff- even if he tries to suck up to my mom all the time."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  phenomenal grades, surprisingly perfect performance

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  aerokinesis & electrokinesis: can control air molecules which grants her the ability to create storms (hurricanes and tornadoes) and control electricity
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  fencing, strategic, agile, perserverant

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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[bayleen]

Brietta

name

Brietta

nickname(s)

Blair, Care Bear, Brie

gender

Female (she/her)

age

18

d.o.b.

March 1

p.o.b.

Paris

sexuality

Pansexual

nationality

French

ethnicity

Caucasian

cinnamon girl

lana del rey

virtues

Loyal, Caring, Joyful

vices

Sloth, Vanity, Jealous

Brie is a spoiled brat at first glance, but Brietta is a walking ball of fun and sunshine. She is always spotted having a good time. Even though, at times, that might not be the case. She rarely shows herself when sad or annoyed and will never be caught shedding a tear. Showing emotions isn't something she struggles with. She is very emotionally intelligent. Still, growing up in a strict household, Brietta is used to always putting on a smile.

She's careless and doesn't ponder things for too long because she values her piece of mind. Brietta doesn't get jealous, but when she does, it'll be her undoing as she tends to get a high fiver with dizzy spells. She's caring and kind and always makes it her business to help others. Likes to make people feel loved and included. She's stubborn when it comes to her friends and loyal and will one hundred percent be down to bash anyone who crosses them. She is a bit of a sloth, though; when it comes to anything physical labor, she tends to stay away from it. Yes, she'll clean her room and do her laundry, but anything else is a no. Beautifying her environment is not labor.

PERSONA

in a world full of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling

height

5'3

weight

47kg

build

slim

hair

dirty blonde

eyes

light brown

style

high end couture

Grade

first year

G.P

aphrodite

dorm

pangaea

Monster Attack

Siren; She turned the siren into a rose

Powers & Abilities

Fertility Manipulation: Brietta can influence fertility regarding reproduction. She can bless someone with high fertility and curse others with infertility.
Plant Transformation: Brietta can turn anyone into anything related to flowers. (lasts for an hour)
Charmspeak: Brietta's voice has a mesmerizing effect, capable of influencing the emotions of others in order to place them in her thrall.
Emotion: Brietta can not only sense emotions but feel them as well.

Strengths

Charming
Everyone's friend
looks hot in every situation
Parties
Baking; Dove Whisperer
Generating Distractions
Flirting

Weaknesses

Gets sick when she's jealous
Ocean (Ptsd from the siren)
Unorganized/Unattractive places
A prisioner to her heart

fc

lily rose melody depp

https:///www.history-and-background.com/brietta-breakheart

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The Past

Brietta grew up in the heart of Paris with a man like Jefferey Breakheart as her father. She had everything she desired, from designer bags to diamonds hanging from ear to ear. But it wasn't always like that for Jefferey. He didn't just happen upon all this money. Jefferey's father was a well-known, educated man with Paris's most prominent law firm. Because of his father's wealth, Jefferey never had the ambition to study or look for a job. His father saw this and cut his son off. Jefferey then began his path to gain his father's favor, and during his 20s' he was accepted into Paris's most prestigious school known for law. From time to time, Jefferey would date older women; he was a sugar baby if you will (so he could get free stuff). That's when he met her. She bewitched him; it wasn't love, more like lust, and it was one night only, but that was enough.

Nine months later, Jefferey was a single father of a little girl. He had just graduated with no form of income. He had no other choice but to go to his father. And with the help of a son and his father, Brietta flourished. After three years, Jeffrey met the love of his life. They met at a coffee shop and, a year after, were wed. Jefferey and Paula have had two kids, all of which Jeffery's dad had control over. Her Grandpa ensured he could cram as much information in her little head. She was kept under lock and key. If Brietta wanted to leave, she had to ask for permission two days prior and take someone with her.

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The present

So when a couple of her close friends planned a trip on a yacht, Brietta did not say no. She snuck out and carpooled with her girlfriends. The privilege of being rich is private jets. As soon as 3 am hit, they were in the Caribbean. It was a sunny morning with a slight breeze just before dawn; the boys began hurling themselves off the yacht. Brietta followed soon after. As soon as she jumped, everyone began climbing the ladder back up. One of the extras her friend brought with her lent out his hand. As soon as she went to reach for it, she felt her lungs fill with water as she was dragged under the boat. She looked down, her vision blurry all she could do was kick. She launched at the fish as soon as she touched it, being turned into a single rose falling to the bottom of the ocean.

Sneaking her way back home kept her distracted till she had to begin questioning what the fucking fuck just happened. Once she entered her room, her father was sitting down with a letter in hand, and instead of looking disappointed, he seemed ashamed. Before Jefferey handed Brietta her letter, he explained who she was and who her mother was.

-Sad songs (likes a good cry)
-Going to the beach (Mostly when it's windy)
-Cigarettes (Likes the smell)
-Pepsi in a wine glass
-Hugs

LIKES

DISLIKES

- Being told she can't
-Getting anything other than an A
-Missing out on a good sale
-Calling her a cat lady

Fears: Being abandoned or betrayed, also dogs

Hobbies: Dancing; used to sing, but can't hit those high notes anymore because of the Cigarettes; Cutting hair (A whole hair stylist).

Skills: Bi-lingual; skilled in fashion and makeup; Public speaking; Comforting others; Kissing

MISC

Dad

Don't worry honey your going there to learn

Don't be reckless study hard and make the best out of this situation

I haven't told gramps yet so he thinks your at boarding school

ok love you dad

4:44

March 9, 2023

Messages

Thu 3:00 PM

Mommy

Hey my lil ray of sunshine in a bottle

coded by reveriee.

 

[aikoscurse]

• Anahera
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  ELYSIUM ACADEMY YEARBOOK
  
  
  DOSSIER
  Name: Anahera Akamu
  Nickname: Hera
  Age - 19
  Gender & Pronouns: Female // She/Her
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Date of Birth: 3/14
  Place of Birth: Tegea, Greece
  Ethnicity/Race: She appears to have some form of African ties, but in actuality, she is a living piece of Earth created by Gaia.
  
  VISAGE
  Weight: 160 lbs
  Height: 5’10”
  Build: Taller and slimmer
  Eyes: Rounded brown doe eyes
  Skin: Medium Dark
  Hair: Long brown-curly hair naturally, normally found in box braids.
  Body Mods: She has numerous insect tattoos across her body. A bee on her finger, a centipede along her slide, a butterfly behind her ear, a moth on her wrist, etc.
  Distinguishing Features: Her doe eyes get a lot of attention. It makes her look much weaker and lesser.
  Face Claim: Meret Manon
  
  PERSONA
  Personality - Her personality adds to her “oh poor me I’m so weak” appearance. She’s graceful and gentle as the earth may be, but don’t be so foolish. Hera has a much crueler mean side to her if provoked, but even then that’s the last resort. She doesn’t find violence fun or correct.
  Likes - Changes in the weather, Animals, the outdoors, nature in general (obvi).
  Dislikes - Darkness, Violence, discord, isolation.
  Fears: The end of all.
  Hobbies: Gardening, botanical experiments.
  Skills: Botany and usage of knives.
  
  ACADEMIC FILE
  Grade: Freshman
  Godly Parent: Gaia
  Dorm: Pangea
  Monster Attack - Her 18th birthday was another sunny spring day where Anahera could be found foraging for a variety of flowers scattered throughout the island to help with ill villagers. Over the years Ana grew a very strong strength for creating different balms and botanical “potions” of sorts that actually worked quite well, hence why she became an island's nurse of sorts. A song more beautiful than any voice could make hummed through the trees, hitting her ears with curiosity. What was this? No one on the island could've produced such a melody. This song almost had an alluring on her it was so magically sounding. Almost like it took over her body, leading her towards the cliff side in which she forested, laying her eyes on a gorgeous lady. Perfection in most people's eyes with a voice of an angelic being. Her body was just about completely exposed other than the white cloth wrapped around her breasts and lower body. The eyes of whom lured were locked onto those of Heras, who stood there lost between the notes.
  
  The woman slowly put her hands out, making a pulling motion, bringing Hera over towards the edge one step at a time. Dazzled as Hera was she followed along, entranced in the voice though as the sirens scaly claws grabbed her arm she snapped out of the trance. The ground beneath her feet trapped her from being pulled into the harsh waters below. A blood-curdling scream came from the horrifying-fanged mouth of the beast that was mere inches from her face. A woman with an aphrodite’s face just turned out to be some fish woman with claws and razor teeth. The siren with a quick step grabbed Hera's wrist hard pulling her body from the earthly restraints, tossing her further away from the rock- weird.
  
  She hit the ground with a rough thud, rolling a couple of times before coming to a stop, trying to regain herself and the oxygen that left her lungs. The siren broke out into a full sprint towards the her.
  
  Swiftly she motioned her hand upwards the create a bump in the ground to create an off balance for the siren to trip and at least lose her momentum. Hera got back to her feet with the couple seconds of time she had, choosing her open advantage to walk back towards the forest. Maybe if she was closer to forestry and plants it would be a much easier fight. Another arm was raised as they were closer to the trees, now surrounded by tall grass and bounding trees. A mischievous grin appeared across the girls lips looking at the siren, glaring. She made a pulling motion as if she was ripping something out of the air, a vibe from the thick trees above reached down and smacked the siren from her standpoint.
  
  It was go time. These violent uses of her powers were not only new to her but simply different? She was able to grow plants but do all of this? It all came naturally though.
  
  The siren smashed into a tree, but quickly got back to her feet to try and sing a tune. Though was quickly caught off with the tree behind her wrapping around her neck, pressing greatly, breaking skin even. Hera tilted her head as vines slowly crept down towards the stump where the siren had been captured. The ground began to slowly up, vines pulling the creature downwards until half of the sirens body began to crush in between the moving grounds towards its natural positon. A strong yet violent act Hera was showing. She wasn’t even in control at this point.
  
  Powers & Abilities -
  Geokinesis: As of now her power is limited to more simple manipulations like throwing rocks and doing more minor actions, although she can move quite fast by moving the ground beneath her rather than her future power of flight. Right now she can pull up walls of thick stones to protect herself from attack and “shake the earth” to off-balance her opponents. (For the future- this is overall) Hera can create, shape and manipulate earth and "earthen" elements including most solid objects, specifically most minerals and mineral compositions regardless of their state (mountain, boulder, sand, or dust), dirt, soil, etc. Offensive uses of this power can include extracting boulders from the ground and hurling it at the enemy at high speeds, impaling the enemy with countless spikes from the earth, and in some cases creating animated golems or other creatures from the earth and utilizing them for combat. Defensive powers include shaping walls or barriers from the ground, creating an omnidirectional wave of rocks/stone around herself to defend from all attacks, and covering her boy with armor made from earth. Supplementary uses of this power include flight by standing on a piece of levitating rocks and gaining enhanced senses from sensing the unearthly vibrations. With this, she can become one with the earth and use the underground for travels via tunnels and simply become materials- only for travel use.
  * Clorokinesis: Hera uses this ability quite more than her geo-based powers due to the more…peaceful qualities. She can accelerate the growth rate of plants at unrealistic rates as well as psionically manipulate them at will. Hera is capable of altering the DNA of plant life being able to create powerful poisons and unseen plant splices for a variety of uses whether it be for aesthetic purposes or lethal uses. Sometimes you may see her speaking to her flowers and trees as she hears and feels the “life” of the plants she has created. Although she is highly skilled with this power it can still come as difficult to create compounds strong enough to affect demi-gods on a true level, as well as accelerate plant growth within the blink of an eye.
  * Animal Manipulation: Hera can manipulate animals on a small scale, sticking to smaller animals normally on a smaller population. I’m fact she can only persuade smaller animals like squirrels, chipmunks, birds, etc. rather than fully manipulate them.
  *Superhuman Durability: While she isn’t superhumanly strong, she has quite the durability to make up for it. This comes from the fact she is not only a demi-god through a primordial goddess, but she’s a piece of earth in a human body.
  *Knife Proficiency- Hera has become very skilled with smaller blades, having the ability to throw and hit targets with 99% accuracy, certainly needs to be closer range, but she surely is skilled.
  *Botanic Knowledge: This is more a passive ability rather than a skilled ability, as part of her divine nature towards earth she understands how plants interact and studies them greatly to create her special poisons, etc.
  TO BE UNLOCKED FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD
  * Ferrokinesis: While Hera is not skilled with the ability it is there nonetheless. She can manipulate all sorts of metals, normally sticking to just her blades.
  * Atmokinesis: Hera has the limited ability to manipulate the weather, including creating storms, summoning thunder and lightning, manipulating clouds, and clearing stormy weather. This is not her domain, demi-gods relating to weather and the sky have much more control and will overpower her in all instances.
  
  
  Strengths: She’s very very skilled with her Chloro-Geo kinetics being able to easily use them at keen proficiency.
  Weaknesses: Using her powers on a large scale is very exhausting and hard for her to do, causing fainting spells oftentimes. She’s not too good with hand-to-hand either
  
  HISTORY
  Origin Story - Anahera is not from the society of modern technology and skyscrapers. She was raised on an isolated island out deep within the Pacific Ocean, an unknown and unexplored, a simple land mass surrounded by salty waters. She did although life with a small village of people that had- in some way connections to the mainland world, seeking secret refuge amongst the quaint island paradise. She lived in a small hut with what she thought was family who did allow some truth to be told. There were no lies and cover-ups on the families' behalf. They let it be known that they were in no way blood-related to hear from the jump but made sure she knew that they were family nonetheless.
  
  Anahera from childhood had always been keen on nature. From chasing butterflies to swimming with the fish in the shallow rivers that split the island up, she had always been connected. For the most part, it made complete sense. No child on a remote village-based island was to become a screenager or some sort of a homebody. Contanslty watching farmers, hunters, a people using resources to make cloth to then make clothing. . .everything had been done so naturally, so peacefully.
  
  There had always been faces within the stones, voices from the grass, and songs are sung from rushing waters that called to Hera. Something was watching her through the earth around her. The critters never stole her food or nibbled at her feet when she made her way through the island barefoot. Even the boar never chased her down rather than simply scoff at her and move on. Though after the death of her “grandma,” there was a loud calling from the forests. Almost screaming at her in a stern maternal tone. Of course being the adventurous type she followed to only find a woman of tall stature, a large round stomach of childbearing appearance. She stood just outside a small cave staring at Hera.
  
  “When the time comes my beautiful child…” The woman said before sinking back into the darkness cast amongst the caves. A sandy shuffle between Hera's feet occurred, a simple shell necklace appearing out from the ground.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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