Fantasy 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 — 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

[erzulie]

Welcome to The Calling’s character creation section! Instead of a traditional cs I’ve decided to do things a little differently this time around. Of course, if you want to create an entire sheet that’s fine as well! The main details that are required are name (or alias), age, gender, appearance (irl face claims or written description only), abilities/drawbacks, divine relative, and vision.


This is a roleplay centered around various deities from different pantheons so I’m trying to give those that apply as much creative freedom as I can, while still seeing who fits within the roleplay best. Please do your research when it comes to cultures you aren’t familiar with and be mindful of overpowered characters.

THE CALLING.

CHARACTERS ; DUE DATE: to be determined.

code by birth of venus.

 

[erzulie]

lovelie auguatine

basics.

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

full name. lovelie marie augustine
nicknames. love or lovie
age. 23 years old
gender. cis-female
sexuality. pansexual
place of birth. jamcel, haiti
ethnicity. haitian

visage.

she had not been molded with experienced hands like clay, yet her rough edges were smooth all the same. she has been told, by those who have gazed upon her beauty, that she is proof that only fools associate evil with the dark. she is all deep brown skin, deep like the most fertile of soils or the cosmos that others reach for with longing in their eyes. glitter twinkles on her skin like stars in the night skin, urging those to take a closer look and make a wish should they feel deserving.

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

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

persona.

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

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

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

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

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

hobbies. taxidermy, collecting skulls, intricate nail art, foraging for ingredients, selling magical favors, dancing, tire machèt
skills. lovelie know multilingual, she speaks haitian kreyol, french, and spanish. is very acrobatic and an amazing dancer. an amazing cook. knows how to brew various poisons.
quirks. is very superstitious and does things like sweeping with salt and throwing it over her shoulder. plays with her hair when bored. always has some type of strawberry candy on her. like scaring people by sneaking up on them. curses in kreyol when upset. loves puns.

file.

status. demigoddess; daughter of marinette-bwa-chechn, petro loa of violence, power, and magic
grade. senior
dorm. magicae
reputation. lovelie is both a pariah and a infamous figure on campus. whispers of madness follow after her. they believe her to be evil just as her mother is. with her human skin tome in her hands and her razor smile, she sends shivers down the spine of those caught in her sights. at the same time she is a beacon, a mesmerizing figure who seems to belong belong amongst figures in the throes of religious ecstasy. she approached with caution and sometimes reverence. lay an offering at her feet and in turn receive a magical favor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

strengths.

weaknesses.

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

lovelie’s doll - from first glance the effigy seems to be a plain wax figure in the shape of a human. it is far more than that however. should lovelie attach something personal to the doll (such as a lock of hair or piece of fabric worm) she can control the person or creature that the item belongs to. the wax never melts and takes on the shape of the being it’s attached to.

history.

bloop

coded by incandescent

 

[erzulie]

ikenna okafor

basics.

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

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

visage.

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

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

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

he walks as though he has no care in the world, as though he is unshakable. with his head held high and posture straight, his swagger speaks for itself. there is something about the way he carries himself that leaves others shrinking before him. they must see the force of nature that he is, the wildness in his eyes and the darkness behind his white toothed grin.
realistic fc : omar sessay

persona.

it is often said that legacies hold little likeness to their divine relative. oh the lies told to dismiss the blood that runs through their veins. ikenna is every bit of his grandfather. the devil ekenswu, who is said to bring forth savagery and war and change. the malice within him squirms and wriths just below the surfac, holding all the likeness of dormat bombs from wars forgotten. he is a man known for his acts of violence, with fist that swing and land like rocks. there was nothing subtle about the wild look in his eyes as he picked fights. even now he revels in the way that he is able to push others, pick at them until they explode and raise weapons or fists. to him, there is nothing as beautiful blood bumping, hearts racing as two beings rush each other with promises of hurt in their eyes. they call him a brute and he only smiles back in return, throwing his head back as his laugh bounces off the walls.

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

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

likes. missions, gossip, open markets, family gatherings, dishes from his home, winning, children, large dogs
dislikes. being outdone/shown-up, most arrogant demigods, peace-makers, being nagged, humiliation, losing
hobbies. creating dishes in cooking club, picking fights & general mischief, training, meditating/napping under the sakura trees
skills. knows how to keep cool under pressure. knows how to play the acoustic guitar and can carry a tune pretty well. known for talking his way outta trouble and turning situations around for himself.
quirks. rarely sits correctly in his seat, it’s a wonder that he doesn’t have back problems. often paces when he’s upset. touches his pendant when in need of comfort.
fears. he fears that be may disappoint his grandfather, that he may not live up to his standards. the thought of truly being inferior to demigods also terrifies him. losing his abilities and blindness are also fears of his.

file.

status. legacy, grandson of ekwensu, trickster alusi of war and bargains.
grade. sophomore
dorm. legatum
reputation. ikenna is a student that many teachers shake their heads at. he’s prone to skipping class, except those dealing with physical feats, and causing trouble around campus. big, bad, and people tend to stay out of his way less they want his attention on them. ikenna is known for having the latest gossip on campus as well.
vision. he remembers being involved in an all out brawl in an alley one day, though he doesn’t remember why it had started, all that mattered was the sound of fighting surrounding him. it was at the end, when his enemies lay laid out at his feet that the world changed. suddenly he was surrounded by the ending of a war, bodies were scattered among the dirt, all wearing various types of armor. and upon looking down, ikenna realized that he too was dressed as a mighty igbo warrior. his grandfather came to him, standing tall and proud as he spoke of his destiny.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

history.

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

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

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

coded by incandescent

 

[birth of venus]

yasmín

mama qucha.

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  Yasmín Emma Castillo Díaz.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  20 years old.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Trans female.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Bisexual.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  May 3rd. Taurus.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Barranca, Peru.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Latina.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Big round dark brown eyes.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Andrea Chaparro.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Yasmín is a girl well acquainted with a hard day's work. You'd expect someone who so thoroughly to her core was born from the ocean, from the mother of the seas, to be as relaxed as the beach's idle waves and go with the flow. Yasmín is, in fact, the opposite. She's always in motion, stubborn, and sometimes prone to tunnel vision. When she creates a goal, she lets nothing get in her way to accomplish what she desires, but that does not mean Yasmin is heartless or cold. Sometimes, it feels as if she's too full of love - she has no where to put it down, and carries it with her everywhere she goes. Many can attest to the girl's good natured attitude, always available to help whoever needs it, almost an older sister to all. Much of her life has been spent working on sailboats alongside her father and other seafarers, and when she's not on a boat, she's taking care of her mother. Yasmin is loyal, genuine, and kind to others, often sharing her daily catches with the rest of her neighbors.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  The smell of the sea, starry nights, chicha morada, sweet candies, ceviche, quiet moments.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Cold weather, scratchy sweaters, most liquor, gardening, being looked down upon, noisy environments.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  If you asked Yas what her main goal was in life, she could not give you an answer. Truthfully, she's unsure of her destiny. For now, she's content with caring for her mother and protecting her hometown. She fears losing her family and friends.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  El mar es la encarnación de una existencia supernatural y maravillosa.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Born in the little seaside town of Barraca, Peru, Yasmín's earliest memory was watching the blue line of the ocean's horizon ebb and flow alongside her home.
  
  She has been close to the water her entire life. It was always a source of comfort for her, strong and unmoving, a true force of nature. Her childhood was spent at sea. If she wasn't on her father's small sailboats, fishing for their dinner, she'd be working on the large fishing vessels with him, pulling out nets full of fresh catches each day. Everything else came second to her; school, relationships, anything. The sea called to her, a siren's song that she simply couldn't resist. Her mother always snapped at her to finish her schoolwork, or to focus on the things that mattered, but Yasmin knew that the water was her home.
  
  If you ask folks from her hometown about Yasmín's gender, many would give you a shrug. It simply did not matter - not in an uncaring, harsh way. They watched her grow up and make her village proud. But Yasmín always knew she was a girl, and regardless her childhood was never disciplined with strict gender roles. She was given the space to explore her identity, lean into whatever felt right, felt normal for her. As she got older and puberty loomed, that was when her parents raised the questions of What do you want to do? Should we look into any options? By thirteen, Yasmín began hormone therapy, and that was that. It never got in the way of anything, though a major factor there was the fact that she grew up in such a small town - it took a village to raise a child, and that could be seen everywhere in Barranca.
  
  Life could only be so idyllic and peaceful for so long. As much as the ocean was forgiving - the healing of water - it could be an unrelenting force as well.
  
  She had been aboard a fishing vessel when it came, freshly eighteen years old and still as stubborn as ships against the current. It had been a miserable day's work; the sky had been pouring rain since they began, and the girl was soaked down to her socks. The other workers on the boat loudly protested, begging to go home, insisting that the sea was too rocky to continue working. It wasn't long until a particularly hard wave hit them, sending deckhands flying as the ship's wooden exterior loudly protested, before another, and another, and another. They soon realized it wasn't just the ocean - something was hitting them.
  
  Through the spray of salt water and haze of clouds, Yasmín saw it.
  
  Bleached bone white, with disgusting ridges and scales and many a scar over its long form, Yasmín saw the serpent slither through the water and around their boat, its length probably three times over that of their ship. The leviathan reared its ugly head and bellowed an unearthly screech.
  
  Before Yasmín could reach for her father, the vessel was capsized. They were thrown into the freezing waters with her waterlogged clothes to drag her down, and the net she had been gripping now tangling her arms. The panic had seized her for a moment as she sank deeper, and deeper, until she realized she could breathe. Knowledge flooded her mind with a sense of calmness and understanding. Yasmin was able to make it to shore, and the town considered it a miracle, given that the twenty other crewmates either died or could not be found. That was the day her father died.
  
  Her mother, and their town, were left devastated. What was once their source of life had now become something to be feared. There was little left for them. Her father had been their only source of income as well, and Yasmín worked as much as she could to keep them afloat until her mother found work. After her father's death, her mother sat down and had a very long chat with her. It was borderline insanity, but finally, she understood what kept her alive that awful day, and about her mother - her true mother's - divine powers.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  Mama Qucha, the Inca goddess of the seas and fish, guardian of sailors and fishermen. Some people also believed she was the goddess of all bodies of water, including lakes, rivers, and even human-made watercourses.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  ✧ Hydrokinesis ; Yasmín has the ability to control water and manipulate it to her will, though this is still a muscle that she is learning to flex. She hasn't had luck moving large bodies of water just yet, but she's getting there, and is able to pull water and moisture from unlikely sources as well such as flowers or juices.
  
  ✧ Aquatic Respiration ; Yasmín is able to breathe underwater, truly making her a fish out of water. There's no gills, no bells and whistles to it; once Yasmin submerges herself underwater, she's able to breathe just fine. It's an eerie feeling, but the more she does it, the more easily it becomes natural.
  
  ✧ Mariner's Blessing ; What some might consider an odd ability, but one that Yasmín has found out quite recently. She's able to cast a blessing over boats, ships, and fishing vessels, as well as the men running them. One such blessing will help them find calm waters and bountiful fish to catch.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Yasmin is quite adept at living a sailor's life, given the fact that she can survive both in and out of water. She's a talented fisher, and very much an outdoorsy type of person.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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tera zikr

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kiaan mehta

son of nirriti

persona

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attributes

assets

drawbacks

backstory

&

connections

name.

kiaan zahar mehta

alias.

ki, zahar by his peers in india

age.

23

gender.

cis male

sexuality.

pansexual

ethnicity.

south asian

place of birth.

madhya pradesh, india

child of.

nirriti

"In Puranic story, Nirṛtī is known as Alakshmi. When the ocean was churned to get ambrosia, the venom 'kalakuta' released. from that, a goddess was born known as Nirṛtī..."

status.

demigod

grade.

senior

dorm.

mortem

specialization.

toxicology

clubs.

hunting, nature club, culinary club, art club, fencing

"After that, Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth, was born. Nirṛtī is considered the elder sister of Lakshmi and mother of Naraka, a personification of the hell realms. Lakshmi presides on wealth, and Nirṛtī presides on sorrows. That is why she is called Alakshmi..."

faceclaim.

vivek dhiman

height.

185 cm / 6'1"

skin.

deep, warm tan

eyes.

solid, abyssal black, neither cold nor lacking depth.

hair.

black and curly, usually kept trimmed neatly

body mods.

an owl tattoo on his spine, an angel of death and hands of the moirai on each side of his ribs, yin and yang hands on his left upper arm, and a chained man on his right upper arm.

distinguishing features.

several scars on his left palm from cutting it open, as well as some chemical burns from experiments gone wrong

overview.

despite being on the older side and well-disciplined when the time truly calls for it, kiaan never quite learned how to behave like a proper young man. blunt and nonchalant, he often found himself under the scrutiny of his professors (and occasionally the law) despite doing well in his studies. that's not to say he's an outcast— in fact, he's quite the opposite. popular amongst his peers, kiaan is known for being rather easy to joke around with and readily open to conversation, even to strangers or rivals if approached correctly. he doesn't hold grudges per se— rather, he lives by the motto "forgive but never forget", and that level-headedness has gotten him out of far too many sticky situations.

on the other hand, he'd rather jump into a shark pit than have a lengthy heart-to-heart with any of his friends beyond a few cryptic words of advice, making close relationships few and far in between. eloquent in all other matters, the man just can't put his own feelings into words, not for a lack of trying but rather an inability to express himself coherently without cringing out of existence. a do-er more than a talker, as he so rationally likes to put it...

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

hobbies.

sleeping, studying english, studying toxicology, staying up at night, exploring, honing his abilities, cooking, painting, growing psychadelics (shh), playing with chemicals/toxins, thrill-seeking, nights out, horror movies, socializing, breaking into abandoned places

skills.

cooking, multilingual (hindi, urdu, malvi, english, kannada, and persian), painting, botany, toxicology, construction, negotiating, swordplay

fears.

small angry dogs, commitment, talking about his feelings

aversions.

clingy partners, mathematics, religious institutions, law enforcement, most other men

ailments.

minor depression/anxiety, but treated with medication. he also has a strong aversion to sunflowers

attire.

across all eras and occasions, the descendants of nirriti have opted to hide their faces, each for their own reasons but mainly for the sake of not displaying their expressions of pain as they dole it out as divine punishment. kiaan is simply the latest of the four, donning similar garments as his predecessors but more modern in style.

• combat:
  his battle gear is a lightweight suit created from slices of obsidian embedded into the plates of his armor, the stone that serves as the symbol of nirriti's descendants and the medium of his abilities.
• formal:
  his ceremonial garb is reserved for formal occasions, such as graduations or showcases of his power where he must face the whole student body. it is due to this armored, scarlet velvet gown and expressionless silver mask that many students have misconceptions about kiaan, particularly of the sort that he is intimidating, creepy, or volatile. his reputation does not bother him— so long as it doesn't get in the way of his research.
• rogue:
  his reconnaissance gear consists of much lighter material, mainly for the purpose of carrying out covert operations or researching out in the wilderness. he still opts to wear a mask, but it is barely visible under his looming hood regardless.

abilities.

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

grim darkness

power

kiaan can manipulate darkness of a detrimental nature; that which can damage, destroy, and consume, representing the hazardous destructive side of darkness/shadow. in practice, kiaan can use this to inflict pain, sorrow, loss, despair, loneliness, or sensory deprivation on anyone he fully shrouds in a veil of absolute darkness.

poisonous blood

power

kiaan has a unique, malevolent type of poison in his blood, turning it a deep black color, which he can use against an opponent or when threatened. in emergencies, he can release his poisonous blood via physically cutting himself (hence the deep scars on his left palm). if someone were to touch him via skin contact or ingest his blood, they would severely damage their internal organs or infect their skin to the point of deterioration.

despair negation

power

as an ally, Kiaan can absorb the grim darkness within one's psyche (such as pain, sorrow, loss, despair, loneliness, etc.), and replace it with darkness of a pure kind, leaving the target with only their residual neutral and positive emotions amplified by the healing and flourishing nature of the pure darkness, not unlike waking from a deeply refreshing nap.

kalakuta

weapon

meaning "deadly poison"; an ornate scimitar doused in the blood of a tortured innocent. nirriti bestowed this upon him when he turned 18, a sword similar to her own, which carried the ability to awash its victims with a wave of sorrow, loneliness and despair. it exhibits a shadow-y aura during use and is hellishly hot to the touch of anyone except its owner.

upamarayati

artifact

meaning "to dip or plunge into water"; with the root "mar" meaning "to die", the original meaning is "to drown". a handcrafted steel mask that nirriti bestowed upon him when he first learned the side effects of using his despair negation ability on a woman with severe depression. when worn during sleep, the mask soaks up the wearer's grim darkness and grants a peaceful night's rest. this aspect was added before nirriti bestowed it on kiaan, in order to make it an asset rather than a cursed item, for when worn while awake, the grim darkness re-enters the wearer and inflicts incomparable suffering upon the mind. kiaan uses the upamarayati as an eye mask in the dorms to ensure peace of mind while resting.

yogamaya

artifact

meaning "divine illusory power"; an obsidian crown that once belonged to a medieval general that nirriti, a war strategist goddess, once favored. the makeshift crown is imbued with the energy of his ambition and will to conquer his enemies, and donning the crown may grant the wearer insight into whatever task they are finding difficult to navigate. kiaan has had few uses for the crown given his innate problem-solving aptitude, but it has proven useful during preparation for school-sanctioned duels against opponents he is not confident he can defeat with strength alone.

nadesodaru

gift

meaning "the torch" (not literally, as he can see through darkness); a set including a black obsidian pendant and (now lost) ring crafted by nirriti from a stone resting in the pure darkness of the ocean she was born in. touching the obsidian can bring the wearer a feeling of warmth, comfort, and protection during distressing moments. given how sharp it is, the stone was known by the aztecs as able to "pierce into darkness to reveal the truth itself." kiaan doesn't know about all that, but he wears the pendant around his neck at all times nonetheless.

grim darkness

curse

due to the volatile nature of grim darkness, kiaan experiences a portion of the emotional distress he inflicts on each target, wearing away at his own ability to remain focused and in control. causing irreversible harm to himself or his environment by accident is a danger he must constantly be wary of. on top of this, the mechanics of this power (distance, mass, precision, etc.) rely on his own skills, strength, knowledge, and energy limitations. if his strength is depleted or he hasn't practiced enough, the darkness can be a greater harm to himself than anyone.

poisonous blood

curse

when Kiaan is injured mid-battle and has any open wounds, his blood can prove fatally dangerous to allies or anyone attempting first aid on him. he also cannot harm his opponents via this method without physically touching them. furthermore, ki's blood does not regenerate at an accelerated rate for a demigod, and he must be extremely careful with the amount of blood he loses.

despair negation

curse

whatever grim darkness kiaan depletes, he absorbs into himself. whatever pure darkness he inflicts, he loses from himself. he briefly experiences a portion of it both ways. for this reason, he never uses this ability on clinical mental illness (a lesson he only had to learn once). he also can only use this mental healing so long as his mind is in top shape, as it cannot exist without enough pure darkness to replace the grim darkness.

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

family.

two younger sisters, unrelated by blood; two parents who are no longer in the picture nor welcome to ever return.

vision origin.

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

history.

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

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

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

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

past descendants.

over the years, nirriti has created four descendants with her cursed powers, each during a different era of hindustan. all of the previous descendants have passed on in isolation, leaving behind no legacies of nirriti's power.

• 1st (avanti):
  a demon king of the ancient indian avanti kingdom who mercilessly slaughtered all who obstructed his vision of affluence, andhaka was born blind. he was the first to wield kalakuta, and it quickly became his means of perceiving the world. his deep insecurity and thirst for power are one of the reasons the blade carries so much infernal darkness within. he was eventually defeated in a 3-day battle against a titan, who in turn consumed his poisonous blood and perished soon after.
• 2nd (delhi sultanate):
  excommunicated from his hometown after the muslim leadership dubbed him a practitioner of black magic upon exposing his abilities, sanu roamed from one mountain abode to the next during the age of the delhi sultanate. this status, however, granted him the freedom of vigilante justice out on the fringes of society where the law did not reach, and he became known as a purveyor of karma to the himalayan tribes. to this day, the places where his blood spilled do not grow vegetation. he spent the last years of his life in the remote countryside, tending to his gardens and finding peace in the stillness of his world.
• 3rd (partition):
  haniya was just entering adulthood when india and pakistan were forced into partition, a bloody mess of a war that displaced and destroyed more than it preserved. as a kashmiri local, her own husband was slaughtered on the trains by extremists looting the cargo, murdering the men and abducting the women. haniya became a walking fireball of rage and despair, an unsuspecting assassin who vowed to punish the rats in power responsible for her suffering. she ended her own life via carbon monoxide poisoning at the young age of 24.

shalini chandra (20)

a senior research fellow who offered kiaan access to an abandoned lab at her alma mater to develop an antivenin to his toxic blood and a promising intellectual with a heart of gold and nerves of steel who'd been willing to take up the challenge. she was also one of his closest friends at the orphanage and one of the few people in the lab who knew his true identity as the child of nirriti. as such, shalini remains one of his most trusted partners, a pillar of his research progression and a shining beacon in his life that he swore to protect at all costs.

avinash tak (27)

another friend from the orphanage who grew up to become a talented blacksmith hidden away in the corners of their old impoverished village in madhya pradesh. avinash helped kiaan craft the upamarayati a few summers back, though he was never told what its true purpose was. kiaan always visits him whenever he turns to india to get his non-cursed blade sharpened and polished.

rati srinivasan (22)

a spoiled rich kid and recent graduate from the grant medical college in mumbai who now works as a research assistant under shalini's wing. rati stumbled across their experiments while straying away from the group of the university tour he was on to investigate the research wing. it was in that moment that he slammed open the door and barged right into a swirling mass of magical darkness. in order to buy his silence, the wicked youngster demanded that he be added to the project, as only one with copious amounts of money and too much time on his hands could. rati is currently deployed in nigeria on a research trip per kiaan's request.

pooja (20) & anika (16)

kiaan's two "sisters" from the orphanage, the found family that kept him sane throughout his youth. five and seven years younger than him respectively, they drove him up the wall nearly as much as they had him wrapped around their pinky fingers. he often refers to them as his little yakshas, given their duality. ever since his silent departure to mythos, however, they have not spoken; kiaan is convinced they detest him, and they've moved on to live relatively successful lives since he's exited their lives.

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  Kobby Adjei

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  twenty-four

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  cis male

  sexuality

  heterosexual

  date of birth

  december 7th

  place of birth

  accra, ghana

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  divine father.

  Ta Kora, Akan mythology and the Fante people view Ta Kora as the god of war, and strife. Ta Kora is the god of thunder, and lightning in Asante mythology.
  
  

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  capabilities.

  lightning manipulation, Ta Kora has immense lightning capabilities and has, on multiple occasions displayed his strength through immense thunderstorms throughout the land. Kobby has inherited his lightning manipulation capabilities. Using it in extremely offensive like fashion. Each strike covering a large area with lightning backing the strike. Coating his figure in lightning, causing sporadic lightning to flow through the area. Within enough strength this can also be used as a defensive mechanism. People around Kobby can easily be shocked by lightning. This increases his speed to immense levels, and makes his strength more enhanced.
  
  Ta Kora's Akrafena, Ta Kora gifted Kobby with his bladed lightning Akrafena. The blade is ebony in color with a golden hilt. With a quick, and fluid slash the blade sends golden condensed strikes of lightning to the intended target. These lightning strikes are immensely fast. However it's extremely hard to control and requires intense training. Throughout his years at the academy Kobby has mastered this particular blade.
  
  enhanced strength, being a demigod Kobby's strength is impressive. Ta Kora is symbolized as an imposing large warrior with immense strength. He is known as one of the most powerful deities within the Akan Pantheon. This immense strength has translated well to Kobby. Who maintains a peak physical form.
  
  enhanced bladed combat, Ta Kora gifted Kobby with an Akrafena that has the capability of releasing condensed rapid lightning strikes from the blade. With a relatively quick slash of the blade golden bolts of lightning are rushed out of the blade, and directed towards the target. They're immensely fast strikes of lightning. Nonetheless, during Kobby's time at the academy he has advanced his knowledge on bladed combat for this particular reason.
  
  military strategies, most deities of war desire bloodshed, death and destruction. Ta Kora despises Owuo, the god of death, and refused to work with him. Therefore Ta Kora displayed enhanced military strategies to avoid as much death as possible. It's truly a different mindset. Kobby displays this leadership mindset, and understands enhanced military strategies as though it's second nature. Unless of course Kobby's anger gets the better of him.
  
  

  weaknesses.

  Kobby has a natural weakness to nature based defensive affinities (earth manipulation.) An overall distaste for death and meaningless destruction, which he battles with given his anger, and controlling his lightning manipulation in water is impossible. His lightning manipulation can become sporadic at times. He has an anger issue at times, this anger issue voids all general reserves he has and gives into his inhibitions as a god of war offspring.
  
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  body

  An extremely toned physical form, well defined. A clear imagery of consistency, and dedication. Kobby consistently maintains his physical figure. It's a consistent regiment that requires no rest.

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  • likes & dislikes

    misc

    likes

    working out, military structure, combat, loyalty, inspirational quotes, video games, strategy games, candy, music, life, humor, writing, artistic creativity, cuddling

    dislikes

    death, defiance, destruction, meaningless conversation, badgering, laziness, the cold, pessimism, toxicity, lack of structure, boredom, his anger
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    hobbies

    
    working out, mixed martial arts, playing video games, chess, consistently listening to music, writing, buying candy from around the world
    
    

    fears

    
    death, losing loved ones, solitude, and snakes
    

  personality

  Kobby is a blunt individual, never afraid to voice his opinions. Dedicated to justice, and defending those that require it. He’s forward however, and maintains that blunt attitude. Suggesting, after Kobby defends an individual, that they look to increase their own strength. Rather than relying on the help of others. However he’ll offer to help them in advancing their own capabilities. He is loyal to those that have helped him and doesn’t hesitate to eliminate those that are hurtful to him, or his allies.
  
  A born leader, with somewhat dominating qualities. Unafraid to make decisions, and taking responsibility for his actions. He has a tendency to be cruel to someone if they aren’t showing ambition. Or if they aren’t acting smart he’ll even approach a situation with a humorous blunt approach. Unafraid to call an individual stupid if the situation, to him, calls for it.
  
  Willing to be the support to those that’re driving to better themselves, and always willing to judge a book by his own analysis. Never letting someone shift his overall mindset. However he can be vindictive if you’ve harmed him, or a friend of his. If his mindset about an individual has already been created, it takes a lot for him to re-evaluate his analysis on the individual.
  
  Kobby does have an anger base as well. When it unleashes, his thoughts are out of the window and he eliminates any general reserves he initially had. Only thinking about destroying the particular cause of his anger. The demigod of war is birthed within this anger that he attempts to suppress.
  
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  The Conception of a Demigod

  Kobby was born in Ghana, his mother was a relatively poor woman. Beautiful, a maid within the presidential Jubilee house. Obviously Kobby wasn’t aware of his conception and his mother didn’t relay much detail, in regards to his father. During Kobby’s youthful years he was immensely talented with school. Athletic, and generally popular. Kept exceptional grades and always topped his class. He had various instances of rebellion but it was moreso when justice wasn’t served. Or combating wrong doing by others, and being guilty by association of defending.
  
  Most gravitated to Kobby for guidance, or assistance. Whether with sports, or becoming popular. Or whatever they needed assistance with at that particular moment. This garnered a rather blunt attitude from Kobby. Getting tired, and restless from everyone approaching him. He assisted them however possible. However he approached the situation more in the retrospect of ‘maybe next time you won’t need my assistance, and you can do it yourself.’ As Kobby got older he found anger became a prevalent situation. Individuals constantly bother, and gravitate to him. Was a minor annoyance, so he picked up mixed martial arts. Along with video games like Call of Duty, he realized those could become releases for pent up aggression.
  

  Teenage Terror

  Outside of those releases, at Kobby’s age, which was by now, thirteen. The only other release, a soothing sensation that calmed the mind, was a thunderstorm. Just sitting atop the roof, letting the water pour down upon your skin and listening to the musical tones of a thunderstorm. There wasn’t anything else like it.
  
  Kobby could close his eyes, enjoying water beating upon his surface and attentively listening to each lightning strike. Kobby, around thirteen, had thought he was special. He could tell where each lightning strike was going to be located. He honestly thought it was some sort of autistic thing. Not realizing he was actually a demigod. But it explained his fixation with lightning and a connection with the beams of light.
  
  Stepping into the realm of high school Kobby was focused on his mixed martial arts. He had actually garnered some attention to where he could progress throughout the professional mixed martial arts scene. But his intentions were military. Something about the uniform, the structure, being the best you could be. It called to him. Like an artist viewing a painting and realizing they were born to paint. He was born to become a soldier, and lead. This had also been around the time Kobby created two additional fixations. Chess, and the strategic implications of each move. Studying the board and evaluating each particular advancement. It was immensely appealing to him.
  
  The second was candy. Kobby has an immense sweet tooth, outside of his anger, and a woman, it’s his biggest crux. He’s regimented, training his physical body every day, without fail. But, even though he’s aware that candy isn’t the greatest for you, he can’t put it down.

  The Vision

  After Kobby’s graduation from high school the youthful demigod joined the Ghana Army. It hadn’t taken long for Kobby to receive several military medals and accomplishments. Becoming the leader of his own squadron. He grew relatively close with the four additional members of his team. They consistently went on missions together. Rescue missions, reconnaissance. Whatever was required of his team, they achieved with overall glowing success. Throughout the years they grew close. Impeccably close.
  
  The youthful demigod was continuously traveling the world on particular military assignments with his team. There hadn’t been time for romantical connection.
  
  However, during that process Kobby started to become cognizant of particular unusual capabilities. His strength easily surpasses that of human standards. Capable of punching through material. Jumping at astronomical heights. He kept it a relative secret, not informing anyone.
  
  Kobby continuously evaluated each particular mission, and progressed throughout that particular assignment with military tacticallness. At the tender age of twenty everything happened. Usually these creatures became self-aware of a demigod at eighteen however, possibly, with Kobby consistently traversing throughout the world on particular missions in a military capacity. These beasts had trouble tracking him.
  
  His team had been tasked with a rescue mission. A government ally had a family member kidnapped by a resistance guerrilla tactical group. However Kobby of course hadn’t realized that there would be more he’d encounter than a meager guerrilla unit. With those particular powers he had begun to acknowledge, came a different kind of hunter. The abnormal type, the type that desired his particular blood, the blood of a demigod. Monstrous creatures that a normal individual wasn’t accustomed to.
  
  As his squadron had traversed through an area. Attempting to track down this guerrilla tactical group, it had happened. Shadowy figures appeared. Consuming, and eliminating each member of Kobby’s squadron one by one. These were his brothers, practically his family. Mere human guns didn’t seem to have any particular effect on them. “What the fuck!” Kobby yelled out with anger. Was this it? Was this his demise? Within an instant a flash of golden lightning came crashing down from the sky. The god Ta Kora appeared, helping Kobby eliminate these shadowy figures.
  
  After that particular encounter, Ta Kora began relaying to Kobby of whom he was, and what he was destined to become. There was a school of familiar individuals. All growing to become powerful enough to overthrow these creatures and Ta Kora could take him there.
  
  Kobby honestly called bullshit. But at the same time, those creatures were nothing like he was used to. So he’d bite. Ta Kora had gifted him a powerful Akrafena blade that could feed off his electrical energy. Each slash produces a fast, quick striking bolt of condensed electricity.
  
  During his time at the academy Kobby increased his overall strength within multiple capabilities, along with the blade.

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  veneers of red and a mother born of the same shade. before the birth of ramadan comes the birth of vengeance; the need for it, and the divine call upon it. she tells him this in little tales. she tells him of the blood rivers and the angry gods. on one moonlit night, she says to him this:
  
  sweetness masks blood, child. not all that nourishes is meant to keep you whole. when the time comes — and it may; trust your rage.
  
  and he wonders: what if it blinds him? what if it causes him to fall sick? like the rumored plagues bestowed by her hand. but what does a mother know other than to teach? and, what of a mother that teaches the best she knows? at the age of eighteen, ramadan learns that his mother knows one thing better than any, and that is the song of vengeance. in the dream, he's bridled by tales, raised by crows and tar-coated fields. and he grows, more than any, to idealize resentment. to think in white and black, and to wear the virtues of his mother like they were his own.
  
  

  
  
  

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  sexuality. bi.
  origin. egypt, cairo.
  height. 198 cm.
  hair. umber & tawny curls.
  eyes. golden under the right light.
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  a boy two years his junior had looked to him with awe on one hot day, when ramadan was accepting a sports award. he'd looked to him with eyes larger than life, and a smile holier than a saint's prayer. and on that day, ramadan had looked away with his crown held high, soaking in the boy's gaze like it was a hymn in his honor.
  
  see, it was ramadan that donned the airs of divinity. not in metaphor, but in delusion. think: a holier-than-thou attitude. he is the raw definition of arrogance. doesn't see it and breathes it in like you would oxygen. and who's to blame him? from the very first night he was born, people celebrated him. men and women flocked to him by the word of charisma, alone. even when unpredictable, he was needed. called to, summoned. so, technically, he deserved it. and, no matter what the dreams tell tales of, and no matter what the whispers sing songs of — and no matter how many bodies he steps over, he still deserves it. right? or does a veil poise as a shield for something else? insecurity, perhaps?
  
  

  — abilities​

  war vessel. physical strength, speed, and resilience is amplified in combat.
  ra. whether it's breathing fire, melting metal or distorting the air with heat, ramadan is able to manipulate the sun's energy.
  heat resistance. in turn, his fires (or any other) do little to phase him.
  disease. as long as an illness is not chronic, ramadan can trigger it in someone or remove it entirely.
  
  

  — drawbacks​

  duhu. if the heat is friend; the cold is foe. temperatures that feel chilly to a human are nearly freezing to ramadan.
  
  

  — weakness​

  alcohol. despite his physique, he is pathetically vulnerable to alcohol, and falls drunk 10x faster than he should.
  hubris. the killer of men.
  
  

  
  
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  a young boy dreams of big and small; the real and the surreal. his earliest memories were of dune grass, ire, rust and emotion. something hard, something his aunts had decided he'd been cursed with. it felt nothing like a curse, but then, ask him and he wouldn't know what to describe it as.
  
  he grew big and he grew perfect in the eyes of the men around him. a boy that took, that never gave, that promised protection and, when met with defiance, broke his own word. racketeering was a term he didn't know; the thing that his aunts insisted was the catalyst of his nightmares. but they weren't nightmares, and when they were, it was him that stood atop bloodied seas & carcasses. at best, ramadan was indifferent to it all. he lived a rich life, and he lived it proudly. what was a dream or two?
  
  or... a third? a vision. it came in little riddles and whispers and in colors he could finally see. the feeling had always been indescribable; she turned this upside down. grains of sand turned to lettering. a mirage became a landscape. a fanged smile greeted him, and a familiar voice spoke to him.
  
  and all those carcasses he'd seen, all the blood. it all shifted to the likeness of himself. the whole of the desert was ridden with images of his face, half-rotted, half terrorized. a crow cried out, another picked the viscera off a young ramadan's eye socket.
  
  blood rivers swallowed his feet. the smell was a mixture of iron and... something bitter. something his real mother had once drank from. trust your rage, the riddles screamed. and he, in return, screamed with them.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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Demigod.

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Noel

Sea

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Noelani Talei

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20 years old

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Bisexual

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  Let the sea, set you free.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Noelani Moani Talei

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Lani, Noel

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Polynesian

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Parentage

  
  

  Hina-Lau-Limu-Kala: Hawaiian Goddess of the Sea & Healing

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  August 6

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Ebony Black

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Sea-green turquoise

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  Appearance

  
  

  Noelani is a short-statured girl with almond-shaped eyes in a sea-green turquoise shade. She has tanned skin and gorgeous long, waist-length curly hair. Behind her left ear, she has a hibiscus flower that is always worn and she has a host of leis from her homeland. She often wears skirts and is most often seen barefoot. When she has to wear shoes she tends to have sandals. Her shirts are with crop tops, tank tops, or tight-fitted short-sleeved shirts. She weighs a light 99 lbs. and stands at about 5 feet even.
  
  She has a red and green tattoo of a hibiscus flower on her left shoulder alongside the jewelry she wears. The pieces most common are earrings, anklets, bracelets, and of course her leis. Her earrings are often beaded or resemble the sea - in honor of her parentage.
  
  Faceclaim: Auli'i Cravalho
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Noelani is a kind soul with a cautious side to her. She has a sweet temper once you get past her more... icy side. She is a dedicated soul with intelligence to boot. Her kindness, compassion, and dedication tend to be at the forefront of her more visible persona once you get to know her. She is loyal and honest (albeit bluntly so). She can be respectful and sweet once you get past her more icy side. Outside of that, she has the heart of a lioness - honest, loyal, and true.
  
  With every persona though - you will find someone who has hidden vices. Noelani is cold, distant, and icy towards anyone when they first meet her. She is sarcastic, sassy, and very much quiet at first. She views everyone with a caution only born through experience as well as wariness and unease. She is a bit stubborn and prefers to be on the solitary side of things - outside of that she is a true firecracker once you get to know her.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Noelani's childhood is a bit dark and shrouded in unknown mystery. She was born in New Zealand and moved to Oahu, Hawaii when she was just 4 years old. Her father kept her heritage a secret for the longest time until she started to gain abilities/powers - at that point, her father had to explain to her how he met her mother. Noelani, at first, thought it was just a big joke. She couldn't be the daughter of such a goddess that was revered and mentioned in her culture. As with many demigod, her childhood was spent in hiding. Her father married a woman who was an alcoholic and drug addict.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Her father was killed when Noel was a teenager, leaving her to wander on her own for a good few years until her mother found her. The only reason her mother ended up finding her was because she had grown decently powerful. Hina-Lau-Limu-Kala met her daughter when she was 15, and the girl had been manipulating water to protect herself. The two were on strained terms at the beginning, before eventually Noelani let her guard down enough to get to know her mother and her mother recommended the Mythos Academy after she graduated from high school.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Lani's high school experience wasn't the best and I'll leave it at that. She tends to avoid the topic as best as she can.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Before you even begin to think that her life is normal, Noel is anything but normal. She ended up heading to Mythos after her 20th birthday and it is really the first school she has dared to set foot i after a few years of being away from schools and exploring islands as well as tackling her abilities. It also is the first time she has stepped foot in a school since high school and she is extremely anxious about it.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    The Hawaiian Goddess of the sea, Hinalaulimukala is not as close as she wishes she could be with her daughter. She is a goddess that is called upon by Polynesian and Hawaiian culture to help with healing and purify negative thoughts. She is a bit strict, but deep down she loves Noelani with all her heart and that is why she recommended her daughter to attend Mythos Academy.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Kaleo is the father to Noelani and he treasured her with every bone in his body. When he realized his daughter had abilities, he had to suck it up and tell her that the woman he married wasn't her real mother an instead her mother was a goddess, specifically the goddess of the sea and healing. He wished he could have had more time with his daughter before he was killed by a shark attack and left his daughter to fend for herself.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    Noel can manipulate water and also encourage sea plants to grow/manipulate the flora of the sea (like Limu Kala itself aka Brown Seaweed ) as well as heal. However, her healing abilities are not fully developed yet and it definitely takes its toll on her. She prefers to be able to manipulate the sea overall compared to her healing abilities. Overall, any of her abilities tend to leave her exhausted, low on energy, and very weak.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    A gorgeous New Zealand Falcon named Hina (After her mother) - she also has a Falconry license & is PADI certified (so during her free time she is known to be scuba diving to relax)
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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Nature

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Asilia Ducha

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24 years old

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Bisexual

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  Asilia Ducha

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Nomkhubulwane - Zulu Goddess of Nature, Rain, and Fertility

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  October 29

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Mohagony Brown with Copper Highlights

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  very light, light blue

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Asilia is a small girl standing at around 5 foot 2 inches with long, knee-length mahogany brown hair that has copper highlights when the sun hits it. Most often this Kenyan girl wears her hair in braids (which has her hair go to her lower waist) and gorgeous light light blue eyes that almost appear silver given their extremely light color. She has dar tan sin and almond-shaped eyes. She has an elegant facial structure with high cheekbones and a delicate nose. Her lips are bow-shaped.
  
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