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cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul





the calling.


DOSSIER
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MYTHOS FILE
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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.

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ophelia dalevan
basics.

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

full name. ophelia mae dalevan
nicknames. mae
age. 23 years old
gender. cis-female
sexuality. lesbian
place of birth. blowing rock, north carolina
ethnicity. black/roman
visage.
her looks have always been something that she need not draw attention to. she found it odd however, as people gazed at her with suspicious looks in their eyes. her ears could make out the words they believed to be too harsh for a child’s ears. she had her mothers coloring for sure. deep brown skin and big, light brown eyes that were slightly downturned, giving her a certain look of sadness. the rest of her appearance was a thing of mystery. she looked nothing like her father. his skin tanned golden by the sun and eyes of endless, clear sea. no, she was nothing like him or her siblings.

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

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

persona.

ophelia is a quiet young woman, withdrawn person who prefers to stay to herself.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

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

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

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

likes. embroidery, late night walks, being helpful, fantasy & historical novels, azaleas, picnics, visiting fortis
dislikes. surprises, being touched suddenly, cigarette smoke, being stared at, fish
hobbies. reading under the sakura trees, pressing flowers, collecting succulents & antique tea sets, diary keeping, knitting
skills. ophelia is crafty and works well with her hands. things from sewing, to patching up minor wounds and such are her specialty. she’s also adept in taking care of animals and plants.
quirks. does not like change and so she’s slow to try new things. always keeps a needle and thread on her. always uses her manners (ex: asking someone how they are and speaking when someone passes.)
fears. a situation arising where she has to leave the island and go back to the farm. being possessed fully and losing her body. every single monster she has to battle.
file.
status. demigoddess; daughter of pluto, roman god of the underworld, wealth, and earth
grade. junior
dorm. mortem
reputation. not much is known about ophelia. around mythos her presence is often looked over. the campus is a large place after all and it’s quite easy for her to get lost in the crowd. her professor recognize her academic talent but believe that she needs to develop a social life in order to truly assimilate to life on the island.
vision.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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서예슬




son of hades

i don't live in darkness, darkness lives in me.







































  • dossier.







    full name

    elias thatcher.






    a.k.a.

    not a nickname guy.






    age

    22 years young.






    gender

    cismale.






    sexuality

    heterosexual.






    place of birth.

    LA, california.






    race/ethnicity.

    black, ghanaian [ashanti].















    visage.



    scroll




    height

    6'2" (183cm).






    weight

    190lbs (86kg).






    eyes

    dark brown pools of emptiness sever through the innocence of its target, often portraying the embodiment of evil. some may even find discomfort in looking directly at them for too long, for fear of falling into the abyss.






    hair

    a short fade, and well-trimmed around the edges complimented with a beard.






    build

    a body crafted by experienced hands, elias' is filled to the brim with dips and curves where every protruding muscle is. he is tall and strong as if the roots of his body are planted deep within the ground, unphased and not easily moved.





    skin

    during golden hours is when his skin is the happiest, his brown color reflecting that of gold when the sun's rays kiss the surface, and at night, it glistens as the stars and the moon dance across his features. his skin resembles that of the richest of silks with how considerably smooth the surface is. acne-free, scar free, etc. does he know what insecurity is?






    body mods

    ears pierced on both sides.






    distinguishing

    elias sports a well-trimmed beard and a set of pearly white, straight teeth. he also has a burn going down the middle of his chest in the shape of his amulet.






    faceclaim

    kofi siriboe.





















♡coded by uxie♡
 
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Son of Morpheus
































Senior








Fernando Carbal.




















♡coded by uxie♡




╰┈➤ 𝐌𝐑. 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌.

— 𝘿𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙍.
𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Khamari Baldé.
𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬: Kha, by most.
𝐀𝐠𝐞: He travels dreams, twenty and four of age.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Male.
𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: There has not been time to dream, let alone question.
𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡: Wind-torn home on the coastal town of Nazaré, Portgual.
𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞/𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲: Bissau-Guinean [mother], A Dream [father].

— 𝙑𝙄𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀.
𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐞𝐞: Velvet slipping through fingers, the rich sensation of unobtainable wealth marred by the spiderwebs of time abandoned. He has eyes that know too much, seeking maws trapped in sclera, expectant and waiting for missteps like a prophesized path lies awaiting. Often they'll be covered with the vinyl of shades yet you'll remember them and the way they knew what makes you go bump in the night.

And maybe, just maybe he does.
𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝: While he'd be 6'2" at a full stance there is a partially noticeable curve to his spine, a hunch of shoulders into themselves as if weights have rested comfortably on youthful shoulders. Whispers may overhear of the odd sleeping postures he's known for, cat-like and contorted among the plush of Somnum. He is muscled, enough to keep shoulders broad and frame intimidating while maintaining the softness of someone more often asleep than walking.
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: As he steps, sand follows, an inky dissolving mist in the steps of his wake that sputters out and dissipates after contact with air. It's noticeable as a hovering aura like flies to an ox, drowsy and warm. Beneath sunglasses the sand seems to hover in eyes, a darkness one could swear moves if stared into too long, something yet to be accomplished.
𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦: Kedar Williams-Stirling

— 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼.
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

❝ 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙚. ❞ — 𝐎𝐯𝐢𝐝, 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

He hides where he can, a collection of shadows occupying the corner of the room. There's a draw to him no matter the efforts made to shelter away and for that Khamari steps on fleeting winter ice to navigate the student population. He'll toss a smile, friendly and welcoming, keep a pole between bodies at three feet apart. Close, but not enough.

You'll hum and haw after a restless night and he'll give you this look from the back of the class, too knowing for his own, too intimate for your own. He can't help the way it simply is, stepping lightly where sand allows itself to fall, breathing gently when stars dominate the sky and the world around falls to a slumber he belongs in. He's there and just enough, just barely enough of a presence to have his face waved over in a yearbook, a hint of a memory in the ones pointing to the face next to his.

There is a desire somewhere in there, locked under ribcage and sinew, a want for those inches to be closed and a smile to become more than the friendliness of a corner. It pitters and patters, drops of ink leaked from pores in an ever waiting, ever watching man of dreams.

— 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙐𝙇𝘼.
𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞: Senior.
𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦: Somnum.
𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: He's the shadow on the wall, a distant thought creeping along the hackles of dogs and the vertebrae of spines. If not for the unapproachable feeling to him there's something equally comforting and lulling about his physical presence, a heaviness that weighs down minds and eyelids alike. Popularity comes in waves then, lapping at ankles when the stress of tests confront and the realm of sleep evades.

— 𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙎 & 𝘼𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙎.
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Demi-god.
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟: Morpheus, Son of Sleep and God of Dreams.
𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬:
𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨: He drifts as his father, a man more unintentional in the way he slips into the realm of night and travels to the dreams of others. Kha 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴, stepping into the minds of others at night in a randomized pattern. He goes in a human form as his father does, morphing behind masks and clothes of others in quiet peers to hidden thoughts.

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 to this include a constant tiredness when in waking day. Because he often does not rest in his own dreams it drains him. Proper precautions can be made to block visiting the dreams of others but often he's a bit more lackadaisical with it than required.

𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥, 𝙉𝙤𝙬: Call it pocket sand, call it the kitty litter he leaves behind, something dark and wilting falls from his body, collecting in grains on the ground before dissipating in the sun. Inhaling or touching the sand causes drowsiness to all but the man who creates it. Potency is determined on the frequency of usage and the amount used.

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨: It's hard to be blessed with the powers of sleep and dreams when they evade one so easily. The more Kha expels sand (whether intentionally or not) the less sleep comes to him. Like a cruel joke is he wrought with insomnia and had to quickly stop aiding restless souls for the sake of saving himself.
𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭: A shawl woven from stars as his father once claimed; it is now worn in a fond manner, silken in fabric and shifting in pattern as the nightscape drapes itself over Kha's shoulder at night and brings closer the comforts of sleep.

— 𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔.
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  • name. Stella Bjornsdottir
    age. Nineteen
    gender. Female
    sexuality. Bisexual
    job. Student
    ethnicity. Scandinavian, Black
    role. Daughter of Freyja








    Visage



    s
    tanding 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 and lightly sunkissed complexion; the sun had been afraid to truly embrace her—or maybe he was just feeling gentle that day. A short, thick and buttery, 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 is distributed to different places of her body, comparable to a sculpture the greek aphrodite.










    height

    5'4




    weight

    137lbs








    hair

    Golden Blonde




    eyes

    Stormy Grey








    skin

    Sunkissed




    faceclaim

    Eden Fines
















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# child of xōchipilli




# omar rudberg










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





faraway
















child of xōchipili



paz flores







full name

paz luis flores






nicknames

pazzi, *:・ﾟpazazz *:・ﾟ






age

20






gender

gender-fluid (he/they)






d.o.b.

february 23rd






p.o.b.

toluca, mexico






ethnicity

mesoamerican






sexuality

androsexual

































cinnamon


marika hackman




















01.



visage

















height

5'7''






weight

132 lbs






hair.

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






eyes.

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






body.

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






skin.

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






distinguishing features.

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






mods

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






faceclaim

omar rudberg























02.



psyche









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

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






likes

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






dislikes

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






fears

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






hobbies

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






skills

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






quirks

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


















03.



history









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

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

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

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


















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05.



mythos file

















status

demi-god






parent

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






grade

sophomore






dorm

artem






reputation

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






vision

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






powers

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

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

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






drawbacks

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

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






gifts

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

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






strengths

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


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






weaknesses

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

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




















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I’m not everything I want to be. But I am more than I was, and I am still learning.





Charlotte Eriksson
















fc. Aiyana Lewis



Nina







full name

Nina Simone Rivera






nicknames

none






age

21






d.o.b.

February 12th






pob

El Salvador, Brazil






sexuality

Bisexual (masc. pref)

































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visage

















body

Standing at an incredibly impressive 5’1, Nina isn’t exactly built for a scrap. Nina doesn’t have a substantial amount of muscle. Her arms are slightly hardened by the muscle she’s built through her gardening hobby. Nina’s body is pear shaped, while Nina is relatively well endowed and has wide hips, she doesn’t have a slim waist that’d classify her as hourglass shaped. Nina’s skin is a warm bronze color, littered with freckles. The dots cluster the most around her cheeks and shoulders.






weight

115 lbs






hair

Soft dark brown curls collect themselves into loose coils. Nina’s hair is a dark brown that’s almost black, but lightens into a lighter color during the summer months. Nina’s hair flows to her lower back and she usually leaves it down.






eyes

Nina’s eyes can most easily be described as doe-like. Her eyes are large and slightly downturned. Her eyes are hazel, mostly a grayish-brown with some green in them. As puppy-like as they are, there’s something about Nina’s direct gaze that is unnerving.






ethnicity

Afro-latina






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Solana Imani Rowe

























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psyche









Nina is a deeply flawed individual. And she’s much more flawed than she lets on. Nina tries her best to play the part of a sweet, kind girl. She’s doting, sweet, and empathetic. She is endlessly giving and dangerously charming. Nina comes off very Saint-like, and people find themselves drawn to her. Make no mistake, those doe eyes of hers are a weapon. One she uses with great skill to do what she believes needs to be done. This was her way of protecting herself. She fears vulnerability above all else and believes that she is far too broken to be cherished– or even tolerated. She has been convinced by her own insecurity that her existence is meaningless, so she has opted to pretend to be someone else. She holds herself to an unreasonable standard and doesn’t allow herself to trust other people. She tries to be someone that people would look at. She wants people to appreciate the fact that she exists, even if it’s a fake version of herself.

Nina constantly lies to the people closest to her constantly, convincing herself that she is sparing them from having to know the true her. She’s quite relentless in her hatred of herself, justifying her self sabotage as some kind of martyrdom. Yes, Nina frequently stews in her suffering, finding her own misery to be more comforting than that of happiness. Her pain is familiar to her, it is deserved. And by not fighting it, Nina can convince herself that the terrible things that happened to her were in her control because she chose misery for herself. That she was atoning for existing in some way.

Deep down she is stubborn and a little manipulative, willing to ignore the thought of others if she’s sure what she’s doing will help, but she is a genuinely kind person (despite convincing herself otherwise). She puts up her facade the way she does so others feel comfortable around her. She wants people to be happy. She tries to manipulate situations so everyone involved can reach the best outcome. She’s selfless in a twisted way, and she’s very thoughtful and considerate to those she holds dear. Though this often means she will get herself hurt if it benefits people she cares about. Nina cannot understand how this may affect the people who love her. She doesn’t understand concern for her well-being. No one cares about her in her mind, no one would be hurt if she died. So it doesn’t matter if she gets hurt trying to help someone else. She’s willing to do a lot to ensure the safety and happiness of the people she loves. She’s willing to do the things that most people can’t, however morally corrupt they may be. Because Nina doesn’t care about people as a whole. She doesn’t like them nearly as much as she pretends to. She just hates them less than herself, that makes them automatically better than herself. So if you manage to become someone Nina actually likes, she's willing to do a lot to ensure your happiness. Even if it meant compromising her own. Perhaps that’s where Nina’s ambitious nature truly shows itself. Nina’s dedication and loyalty also feed into her workaholic tendencies, as Nina tends to throw herself into productivity as much as she possibly can. She uses academics as an excuse to ignore her problems and keep her mind as occupied as she can with little care for her physical or mental state. Nina gets antsy when she’s not doing anything.

If you can’t tell by now, Nina is an insecure person. But she’s also quite envious of others. She gets jealous of other people’s happiness, then immediately hates herself for feeling that way. Despite not trusting people in general and believing she isn’t worthy of anything good; Nina still seeks the approval and praise of other people. She bases her entire self-worth on how helpful she is to the people around her. She’s given up on being happy with herself. So, she decided to dedicate her entire being to making other people happier, hoping to find her own contentment in the joy of others. She wants to be trusted, but refuses to trust others. She thinks she’s undeserving of love, yet seeks people’s praise. In Nina’s head, she thinks this makes her selfish. But it just makes her a hypocrite.






likes

Plantlife, deer, and forests; Nina has always dreamt of a life in the woods. A cottage for herself where she isn’t unsettled by the sounds of urbanization or people’s footsteps. Nina also enjoys art and artists, despite not being an artist, she likes to admire the talent and passion that others put into their practice. It is an admirable thing. Nina likes bright warm colors like yellow and orange, she finds them comforting. Pink is also another color she enjoys. Nina liked jewelry and fashion. When she was a kid, she would run around the richer parts of town and watch all the ladies in their pretty clothes and accessories with awe and envy. Nina lingered around clothing stores for a large portion of her childhood. Nina liked ponds and lakes and the ducks and birds that swim in them, anywhere where she can listen to the sounds of rustling grass and running water are her favorite. She enjoyed stomping in creeks and catching salamanders under the rocks with her brother when they were children. Nina’s main hobby throughout her life was gardening. She could honestly talk about plant facts for hours on end(it’s the tism). Nina doesn’t know what about plants makes her so invested in taking care of them. Maybe it’s the fact that there’s something depending on her. That something needed her to survive. Additionally, Nina adored the rare peaceful moments with her stepmother when they would bake. Nina loves the things that remind her of when she was a child. When things were peaceful. Nina likes a lot of things, and they are all very kind.






dislikes

Despite loving the sounds of rain, Nina was afraid of thunder and storms in general. Even though she’s grown out of the fear for the most part, she still dislikes them at her age. Nina dislikes change. Nina dislikes mud and people who litter or throw out unfinished food(very strong pet peeve of hers. Nina dislikes hot days or feeling stuffy, she had a very bad fever once and feeling hot reminds her of it. Nina doesn't like people who yell a lot and people who prey on the weak just because they can (that’s what she’ll say, what she really means is that she doesn’t like people who prey on her friends specifically. Nina does not care about people as a whole and turns a blind eye to the wrong doings of people she looks at favorably). Nina doesn’t like being left alone. Nina struggles with building relationships with people who are similar to her, she has a tendency to project on those people. So she just kinda avoids them instead of making things worse.






skills

Nina’s very good at being dishonest. Nina sprinkles bits and pieces of truth into her statement. Almost everything about Nina is a lie, more specifically, a facade. Tailored to be the most appealing or digestible for the people around her. Nina’s also very observant and has a good eye of body language and how people are feeling. She’s very good at spotting honesty vs dishonesty and changes in people’s behavior.






Quirks

Fidgets quite a bit, taps foot when feeling impatient, get nervous when there’s an unplanned schedule change, clings on friends’ arm constantly, whistles during awkward silences, (gives painfully sincere compliments sometimes and then gets confused when mentally ill ppl who’ve never gotten affection fall in love wit her /j)


















03.



history (tw: child abuse, mommy issues)









Nina’s father was a man named Donovan. He was at his bachelor party when he met a mysterious woman. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and against his better judgment he abandoned his party to meet with her. She was grounded and mature. Someone who seemed above everything else, as if she had the world figured out. They had a rare kind of chemistry. They left the party early and spent the night together. He would’ve left his fiancé for her, but he was certain that he would never see her again. So he still went through with his wedding to a woman named Renè, opting to keep his affair a secret. Though he had greatly pulled away from her emotionally. Nine months later, he was in the hospital with his wife while they prepared to welcome their first child into the world. He was with Renè and their newly born son, Markus Lee, when the same mysterious woman he had an affair with entered their room. She held a baby wrapped in cloth and approached him silently, handing him the child. He immediately knew that the baby was his, and judging by the intensity in her gaze, he dared not to deny the baby. She told him that she named the baby girl Nina while he stared at the child in shock. By the time he looked up, she had disappeared.

Donovan was never made aware that the woman he had this child with was Demeter, goddess of agriculture. Though he had suspicions that she wasn’t human. He was forced to confess to his affair to his enraged wife and informed her that he would keep the child. Even after that, his wife decided to stay with him. He was the sole provider in their relationship and even though she resented him, she wanted a comfortable life. They decided that their children would be raised as twins, since Renè was deeply embarrassed by the infidelity and the fact that she was choosing to stay with him after that. She didn’t want anyone else to know about it. So Nina and Markus Lee were raised alongside each other as twins.

Throughout Nina’s childhood it was always made apparent to her that she was not wanted by her supposed mother. Her father worked almost constantly, so he wasn’t often there to keep his wife in check and remind her that he was the one to blame and not Nina. The lesson never stuck with Renè. Renè made it her personal mission to make Nina’s life hell. Nina was constantly left out of family activities, she was left home alone for long periods of time, she was verbally abused and her physical needs were usually ignored.

Nina fostered a relatively positive relationship with her brother, despite Renè attempting to keep them apart. Markus Lee would sneak Nina food when Renè would forget to feed her. Or when Renè would try to find tiny things Nina did and not allow her dinner because of it. (Ex. Nina dropping something, forgetting to do a chore, or looking unhappy in any way) Nina was under constant stress and found herself feeling like she was walking on eggshells. She couldn’t understand why her mother was so kind and sweet with her brother, but cold towards her. She must have done something wrong, but Nina didn’t know what.

There was a point in time during primary school where Nina developed trauma induced mutism from the stress she was constantly under. Her mother wasn’t willing to learn or teach her sign language, but her brother was. He taught himself and Nina how to speak it so they could communicate and he could translate for her. This obviously didn’t make things between her and her mother any better. Nina’s mutism eventually subsided as she entered her sophomore year of secondary school and spent less time at home. As Nina grew, it became clear that Nina was beautiful. And that fact only increased the resentment her adopted mother felt for her.

The tension between them came to a head on Nina’s eighteenth birthday. Nina and her brother had come home late after her friends threw them a surprise birthday party. Renè was furious with Nina, she accused her of being “easy” and a horrible influence on her brother. Markus Lee argued on Nina’s behalf, calling his mother a crazy bitch, which only made things worse for Nina. She basically lunged at her adoptive daughter, cursing her for turning her son against her. She pulled Nina’s earrings out straight through her ears, yelling about how she was a whore’s daughter. That she didn’t truly belong in this family. It was then that Nina received her vision.

When Nina came to, not even an instant had passed. Time seemed to slow for Nina as she came to multiple realizations. This woman wasn’t her mother, she didn’t need her approval. It all made sense to Nina now, why she was mistreated, the reasons behind Renè’s hatred. Nina decided that things would be better if she left. She destroyed this family by being born. Nina’s newly awakened abilities protected Nina instinctively, a large vine-like plant shot out of the ground and through the floor of their home. It hit Renè’s head against the wall so hard that she lost consciousness. Nina got to her feet, her expression was unreadable as she watched the woman she had spent her entire childhood vying for the affection of crumpled on the floor. Nina had never looked down on her before.

Turning to her brother, who was frozen in shock, she smiled a little. They were still siblings. Even if they weren’t twins. Nina informed her brother that she had to leave. That she didn’t belong in this family anymore, and that she was needed somewhere else. Markus Lee wanted to go with her, but he was smart enough to realize that he wouldn’t belong where she was going either. He had no powers. They belonged in two different worlds, and as much as it made his heart ache, he thought it would be best to let his sister find somewhere she belonged.


















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Demeter



Nina’s biological mother. Demeter was largely absent from her daughter’s life until eighteen. Nina’s primary motivation is to please the goddess, hoping that Demeter could provide her with the motherly affection she was deprived of her entire childhood.

















Markus Lee



Nina’s half brother, who she was raised believing she was the twin of. Markus Lee was the closest family she had for most of her life. He isn’t very affectionate, but he did defend Nina on many occasions.

















Renè Rivera



Nina’s stepmother. A bitter, cruel woman who spent much of her day making Nina's life hell. Nina craved her love, but that only furthers Renè’s hatred for her. Part of her still wishes Renè treated her differently, but she’s convinced she deserved it.

















Donovan Rivera



Donovan is Nina’s biological father. Their relationship is basically nonexistent aside from occasional small talk on the days he was home. He spends most of his time at work, avoiding his wife.





















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staus

demigod






child of

Demeter





vision

Sunlight streamed through the trees as Nina wandered in an endless wood. She felt light and unburdened. The grass felt soft under her bare feet and the air felt clear. It was quiet, aside from the rustling of leaves. The memories and weight of her real life were all blurs in this world. With her, there was a serpent, Nina didn’t know why, but she knew that this creature was leading her somewhere. So she followed, it was a short distance until the pair came upon a small structure. Stone ruins that resembled an alter of worship. Though it had largely been reclaimed by nature. Nina laid her eyes upon a woman, she was struck with a feeling of familiarity. With a low and comforting voice, much like her own, the woman spoke. She called herself Demeter. She then stood from her mossy throne and slowly approached, her voice ringing true as she called Nina her daughter. It should have shocked Nina, but all she felt was at ease as her mother held her face up to get a better look at her. Demeter seemed satisfied, she released her with a hum. As she turned to leave, Demeter informed Nina that there was a place for her. With those vague words, Demeter turned to leave. The woman walked deeper into the woods, disappearing between the streams of light.






grade

Junior






dorm

Silva






Clubs

Cooking and Gardening(if this exists)






reputation

Nina’s basically seen as the freshmen academy’s big sister. She’s much less intimidating than some of the other upperclassmen and people feel more at ease coming to her for help with getting familiar in Mythos. Nina’s relatively popular with the general population, she’s someone that aims to be very helpful and expects nothing in return. People find it easy to be around her. She is that girl.






Powers

Chlorokinesis - Nina can create, shape, and manipulate plants, including; wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, roots, fruits and flowers. Even to a degree where she can mutate them.
Instinctive Botanical Knowledge - Nina had already fostered an interest in plantlife, but when she turned eighteen and unlocked her powers, it was like she unlocked an instinctive knowledge of all plant specimens. Nina can usually identify the properties of different kinds of flora from a glance.
Animal Communication - Pretty straightforward, Nina can communicate with animals. They don’t have to listen to her or beckon her commands like plants do, but they do tolerate her more than other humans. Thanks to her connection to Demeter. Demeter’s sacred animals especially have an affinity for Nina.
Poison Immunity - Nina is immune to poisons that primarily consist of plant ingredients (she’s still vulnerable to poisonous elements and radioactive stuff etc.)
Plant Communication - Nina can communicate with all forms of plant-life, including flowers, trees, fruits, vegetables, pollen, etc. She can communicate with them by physical contact. The plants are able to inform her of what happened or what is happening, help her track someone from a long distance away, etc.
Healing - Nina can heal injuries or ailments using her abilities. This is a new ability she’s been trying to perfect, by separating the healing properties of herbs Nina has managed to learn to heal injuries without actually having to create and make any kind of herbal mixture. It’s much more effective and injuries heal within minutes. Nina’s working on helping with illnesses as well, but she hasn’t been able to manage it quite yet.






Gift

At her dorm acceptance, Nina was given a golden sickle that matched the one her mother often holds in her depictions. It’s extremely durable and can cut through most things with ease.





Strengths

Observant- Nina pays attention to the little details about people, even people she doesn’t really know. Nina makes an effort to observe her peers and at least know everyone’s names.
Agile- Nina is quick and flexible. She’s been doing some training since she’s been at Mythos, and is able to capitalize on her strengths much better now.
Good cook/baker- She’s good at baking and cooking, finding them enjoyable. Nina’s good at following instructions so hobbies like cooking and baking are something she has a disposition for.
Good at journaling- Nina has learned to be good at journaling, having to use a diary to record all her findings and certain recipes(poisons/salves). She’s taken to writing more about people and her feelings too, over the last few years.






Weaknesses

Sensory Issues- Nina is sensitive to overly bright light, loud, bass-like noise, and certain textures. Things that can trigger her sensory issues are generally a problem for her. Closed spaces also make Nina extremely uncomfortable, she finds herself panicking in such places.
Weak- Nina also isn’t very strong, physically. Of course, compared to the average human, she is above them in strength. But her brute-like abilities don’t measure up as well compared to other demigods.
Trauma- You could probably make Nina mentally shut down by preying on her fears and traumas with relative ease.
Martyr Tendencies- If there’s an opportunity to attempt to sacrifice herself, Nina is taking it. She treats her life with a concerning lack of care.
Reactive Powers- Nina’s abilities are extremely reactive and based heavily on her emotions. If she doesn’t keep her emotions in check, she could end up hurting allies or herself.





















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why should i apologize for the monster i became?
no one apologized for making me this way

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN







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divine hecate.















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cecilia



cecilia




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01.

NAME.




Cecilia Montgomery.








02.

nickname.




"Cecil" to close friends.








03.

age.




20 years old.








04.

gender.




Cis female.








05.

sexuality.




Bisexual.








06.

p.o.b.




NYC, USA.








07.

ethnicity.




Caucasian; German.




































  • bewitching.



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













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disjecta membra.















scroll

theo



theo




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01.

NAME.




Theodore Aloise








02.

nickname.




Theo, Teddy.








03.

age.




19 years old.








04.

gender.




Cis male.








05.

sexuality.




Who knows?








06.

p.o.b.




Newark, NJ.








03.

ethnicity.




White.




































  • delirium.



    please don't tell me, just let the lights bleed all over me. if it feels good, then it can't be bad.













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venus verticordia.















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vincent



vincent




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01.

NAME.




vincent yoanni reyes.








02.

nickname.




"vinny" occassionaly.








03.

age.




21 years old.








04.

gender.




Cis male.








05.

sexuality.




Pansexual.








06.

p.o.b.




havana, cuba.








07.

ethnicity.




afro-latino.




































  • enamorado.



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













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Legacy of Tsukuyomi
































Junior








A moonlit night awaits.


















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╰┈➤ 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇, 𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.

— 𝘿𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙍.
𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Hazuki (蓮月) Aki
𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬: Moon Lily by her father; without by others.
𝐀𝐠𝐞: Blessed with the age of twenty and one.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Female
𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: As the moon changes in phase, so does she on an ever-shifting preference.
𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡: Matsunoo Taisha (松尾大社), Kyoto
𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞/𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲: Japanese [father], Han Chinese [mother]

— 𝙑𝙄𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀.
𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞: As in moon, thus in sun. She stands firm against rocking tides, a ghostly visage to sailor and man alike, weepingly haunting to those unknown; to others she is a marker. Descendant from a man birthed of moon rock she steps with paled skin, smooth of the craters lingering in space yet dented on her cheeks, dimples reflecting the eased playfulness she caters to.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦."

Grey eclipses will peer outwards, blinking beneath bleached eyelashes in the image of romantic prose and coined wishes. Perhaps mystical, they'll be led to believe, taking in softened features and shortened stature until a finger reaches out and flicks along unguarded skin.

"𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵!"

Titters are offered to the wind and in the wind she'll wrap her body, sheen lengths of flowing white spanning over periods of time. Often she'll forgo the comforts of shoes and drag chiffon across dirt, a regular staining of grass and nature trickling down from head to toes.

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝: Unassuming and unremarkable, she glides in tepid steps for most of her wake, tossed looks over wirey shoulders and average limbs. She'll stand below others in height but place herself on steps above, smiling and head cocked to the moon in admiration of such clever design.
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: From her father she gained his tresses, an albinism of keratin all over her body to a stark point. Whitened moles dot along cheekbone and neck, constellation in pattern down to the skin of shoulders.
𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦: Luo Ziyu (罗梓予)

— 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼.
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: She exists where she wishes not to; she is the birth of a star and the dirt staring up longingly. Her feet crumble into sand and she is left asking the heavens what she did to deserve such fate.

There is a fire unlit in Hazuki, closed behind the cage entrance of a stove pushed to the corner, forgotten. Coals smoulder and with it a bitter resignation from the life of shuttered windows and camera flashes. She hides herself in the plain sight of obnoxiousness, lest any soul wander into a biting maw and see the quivering underneath.

A fear fills her, an inadequacy seen in a life unable to be lived due to a father of moonlit waters. For now the pranks take her mind away and she is grateful. Pinching cheeks and squinted smiles string in webs on her face and she admits in the darkest nights that it's better to pretend.
𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬:

— 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙐𝙇𝘼.
𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞: Junior.
𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦: Legatum.
𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Without questionable doubt Hazuki has fetched herself the reputation of hand-covered smiles and squinting cheeks. She's a vulpine, sat high on the viridian of canopy leaves with a finger pointed down in silent mockery of those who could not fly. Whispering, she keeps her shoulders stiff and eyes stiffer in a watchful gaze of those on campus. Here and there a foot sticks itself out for a wiggled trip, laughter slipping through pressed lips before she shuffles away again.

— 𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙎 & 𝘼𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙎.
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Legacy
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟: Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, Japanese God of the Moon.
vision (ignore my formatting rq):
𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬: Being a legacy, Hazuki has never felt as in tune to abilities as her father, finding no faults in the discrepancy and enjoying the seemingly useless talents. Without fault she is always able to tell exactly which phase the moon is in at any point, a skill that goes hand in hand with having tidal predictions down to a minute of accuracy. The most useful of her skills come simply in an improved vision at night, finding ease in the faintest of moonlight, a struggle all the same in pure darkness or where areas the moon does not reach.
𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭: An ornate hairpin of silver and woven moonstone, a gentle glow emitting from dusk to dawn. Passed down by her father from her grandfather it carries more weight in its meaning than its ability for anything beyond a softened trick.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: In her connection to the moon she weakens during a phase of a New Moon, softer in steps and an increased lethargic manner of speaking until the period of waxing begins. As where her grandfather faltered she does too before things considered unsightly or 'disgusting', especially in relation to food; she will go to great lengths to ensure gifts and meals presented before her are created in a 'beautiful' fashion. While not someone avoidant of direct sunlight she is prone to burning under the sun, a pale complexion often covered with the aide of clothing or a parasol neatly held.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞: In contrast to her weakness she shows period of far more activity and energy during a Full Moon, sprightly steps and increased trickster behavior on others more common in the days leading up to and during the fullest moon. What could be her second strength is a keen affinity for nocturnal flora and fauna, if for the sake of excelling at understanding them at an advanced scholarly level.

— 𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔.
𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: Fate transpires for her the way the sun always rises; it is inevitable to her, a legacy born plainly into obscure colors. Hazuki was the product of love and moonlit poems, promises and a journey in the hopes of a better future. Beloved by parents she grew sheltered within the company of a father with stiffened shoulders and a mother bent to sweep the threshold of the home.

It was a simplified life, basic in structure and food, painfully boring. In albinism she matched the man beside her and watched his gaze travel skywards, an intimacy made with glowing silver that she felt desperate to understand. The eldest of five, Hazuki was one of three of her siblings brought to the world with the markings of their father. Naturally curious she stuck at his side as he would allow, a child clutched to skirts beyond an age of departure. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧, she'd say, 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨.


 
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i.




ii.



DÁMASO LADRÓN

Broad-shouldered and tall, Dámaso isn’t simply just one of the many giants lumbering around the island; rather his presence is one you know of before he enters the room. Is that a whiff of aftershave or a cologne? It’s always the same aroma of green, warm vetiver with a refreshing hint of citrón and the man’s almost as picky about his scent profile as he is about his physical appearance. Tawny brown hair cut short and well-styled, never a single ball of lint clinging to his shirt. If you don’t notice any of that, perhaps you’ll notice the glint of a silvery cuff or the reflection from the token on his necklace. All of it is there to attract, but the borderline Herculean stature is more or less a red herring in regard to his lineage, and his noticeably Greek-like profile tends to be an acquired taste for many. Dark eyes are overshot by a thick brow line, but not particularly stern or cold or disarming. They’re just there. Greedy, almost, in the way they take in the world around them with a gnawing desire to know everything about everyone. To what end?

He speaks heavily accented English within smooth, deep tones. He isn't prone to slang, nor is his vocabulary layered with vulgarity. Antithetical in all ways to the typical "bad boy" archetype. It wouldn't be much of a stretch to understand that he knows what he's doing when it comes to himself and his image, and that insinuating otherwise would be a bit naïve. But hey, who is he to shatter the illusion?




the basics.

name
Dámaso Ladrón Escarra - Dámaso derived from the Greek name Damasos, itself a derivative of damazein, "to tame". Ladrón from his father meaning "thief". A somewhat rare and rather apt family name given his lineage.
nickname
He'll accept Damie (day-me). His family knows him as Angel Eyes given his affinity for soaking up Spaghetti Westerns in his youth. That name came from the Bad in The Good, The Bad and the Ugly - but everybody knows he's more of the Ugly at the end of the day. He was never fond of Tuco as a nickname, anyway.
age
Twenty-four years old.
gender
Cismale.
sexuality
He's only ever shown interest in women, and even that was surprisingly sparing. Seems to be he only expresses attraction to others if he knows he can get something out of them.
place of birth
Tabernas, Spain.
ethnicIty
Mediterranean Spanish.




the file.

status
Legacy of Momus, the minor Greek God of satire and mockery.
grade
Senior.
dorm
Legatum.
reputation
Suffice it to say that the Spaniard has personified and perhaps even purposely perpetuated whatever negative stereotypes the Demigods may have about Legacies, and he's strangely... proud of it? He's a troublemaker through-and-through - a guy who's pushed the boundaries of the island's rule of law not for fun, but to get all the eyes on him. He's known as one big self-serving, sarcastic liar and he wouldn't have it any other way. Other Legatum residents know to keep a firm grasp on their valuables around him. It definitely hasn't made any good friends.
powers
As defined by Powerlisting;
Enhanced Wits - Possesses wits far beyond other members of the user's species. While subpar to that of similar Demigods and his Godly ancestor, Dámaso knows enough to keep the true extent of his wittiness up for debate, with many believing that he's nothing more than just another thick-headed Legacy. However, with Momus himself being something of a trickster, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. This mental enhancement is probably the only true power his diluted blood allows.
Enhanced Thievery - Possesses skills of a true master thief. This is more of a learned power than an inborn one. Beware of this. You could give him a hug and find that he's somehow managed to empty your pockets and make off with your last ten bucks if you're not vigilant enough.
Enhanced Body - Possesses a physical condition beyond that of a normal member of their species. Hey, he works out. Who'd've thought that might come in handy somehow?
skills
quick-wittedness, thievery, deception, physical combat, endurance, stamina, athleticism.
drawbacks
He's essentially the most "human" man on the island in all aspects of the term. He lacks any strong powers, he's the legacy of a very minor God, and he's destroyed his own reputation despite - or perhaps because of all this. He's not sure what exactly his purpose is here and mostly just seems to think it's just another big ironic joke the Fates have dealt him.
vision
At one of the touristy, Wild West-themed alimentaciónes on the outskirts of town.
gift
A cheapy metal ring that starts turning his finger green if he attempts to even wear it, like some novelty toy you'd get for a few cents at one of the aforementioned alimentaciónes out of a vending machine. There is nothing overtly special about it, nothing to indicate that it came from a living God besides some kind of vague feeling. He imagines that Momus is out there somewhere belly laughing about this.
face claim
Javier Bardem.








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the personality.

Bad luck's hung around the neck of the Ladrón family since before Momus got involved - something Dámaso's embraced with well-sculpted arms since he first learned what to do with the spare bit of cash peeking out of a tourist's back pocket. He revels in being the middleman, the desert rat, the boy who cried wolf and the last person in the world anybody would trust. Even more? He likes to give off the illusion of remaining satisfied with the simple things in life. Easily satisfied means slow-minded means underestimated within the hearts of more noble types. But he doesn't think too hard about all that. At the end of the day, he shoulders the brunt of punishment and (well-deserved) persecution from his peers with a roll of the eyes and a healthy dose of sarcasm.

Peel back his layers a bit and you're likely to find a guy who's tired with the way his legacy has affected his life. All it does is serve a constant, underlying reminder that he could've been something substantial. Could've been the son of Herakles or Hades instead, but he wasn't, and most simply do not trust him for it. Maybe he shouldn't have bought into it all in the first place, because his reputation now is well-earned. He's a bit shifty and does no favors for people without some form of compensation, be it a future returned favor (which he will cash in on, mind you) or some kind of good material offer. Sweetening up the offer enough is really the only good way to secure his loyalty. He makes some alright casual company, though. If you approach him. Just, uh... don't talk too much about things you wouldn't want him to know. It's not the best idea to rely on a stranger's memory.

the virtues.

Intelligent

Despite his social reputation, Dámaso's been proven to be shockingly quick at picking up on new skills and has done quite well when it comes to academics; especially where literature, politics and philosophy is involved. If, somehow, you actually push through all of that social and personal stigmata and actually want to speak with him, you may be pleasantly surprised at the breadth of his viewpoints. His intellect also seeps into how he presents himself when it comes to restraint. He does anger, and visibly, but it may take more nagging than most to get him to that point.

Driven

Dámaso sees most challenges as a chance to test his drive, and while that way of living works just fine for him - he can get a bit wrapped up in what counts as a challenge and what's nothing more than an impossible objective. He can sit and consider how he doesn't think much of Sisyphus' seemingly impossible task, but at the end of the day he's rather grateful that he's up here and Sisyphus is down there.

Confident

Confident, yes, but not necessarily in a vocally boastful way - not unless he needs to be. Though he does tread a fine line, he remains just reserved enough to keep it down low. It mostly shows in how he carries himself than anything. Little details like how he holds his shoulders, or how he sits forward at an otherwise demanding confrontation.

Brave

Dámaso always had a thick skin and an overwhelming amount of drive, but in the wake of being considered overall weaker than other Legacies, it's amplified considerably. That being said, he'd probably shine best when alone against a minor enemy over some sort of overwhelmingly powerful creature. He's brave, not suicidal. He'll want to go home to his family one of these days.

Neat

He's borderline obsessive when it comes to how neat he keeps his dorm, much like he prefers to keep his personal standards of grooming. Everything has its place and he purposely keeps his possessions to a minimum to avoid unnecessary clutter. His veritable and ever-growing dragon's hoard of swiped trinkets will forever be amongst his most prized and most "cluttered" of possessions.

the vices

Untrustworthy

Dámaso has proven time and time again that he's out to protect his own interests by any means necessary. Guaranteeing his loyalty is a very tough prospect. Even worse? He's an incredibly convincing liar if you don't already know him. Most Freshmen are usually forewarned of his reputation if they don't hear of it themselves, but even they tend to be somewhat easily swayed otherwise if he's up to something.

Self-centered

See above.

Inconsiderate

He doesn't really set aside a lot of time to worry about other people's sensitivities. Dámaso won't go out of his way to cause any heartbreak if it can be avoided, but he's far more prone to rationalization and logical lines of reasoning. This often seeps into any conversation that may become personal and comes across as unsympathetic and sometimes unnecessarily harsh.

Unmannered

He doesn't bother himself too much with getting wrapped up in formality. Oftentimes he has no problem making himself at home in other people's private spaces, nor does he often worry about apologies - giving or receiving. It doesn't miss him that a large chunk of the population isn't so eager to hand-wave away the kinds of social transgressions he'd consider minor.

Sarcastic

Patronizing, snide, etc. Just one of the few illustrious gifts the blood of Momus allows him, good for the intense but fleeting rush of a scathing burn that all parties forget within maybe the next five minutes.

likes.

the first cold splash of water against his face in the morning • physical training/weightlifting • sunny, hot days - just the sun beating down with no clouds in sight • light breezes • the ambient ticking of a wall clock • expensive jewelry • some good competition • fútbol, both playing and watching.

dislikes.

the unintelligible noise of voices in a crowd • snow • any temperature below a cool sixty degrees • the enforced curfew • loud music. by that he means any music played at an unnecessarily loud volume, not a particular genre • desperation • getting and being high or drunk. he allows himself one beer a day when it's accessible. doesn't care what others do with their habits • receiving "gifts".




i.

Irony is in the name. Ladrón. An insult so common amongst Spanish-speaking cultures that it takes on a double-meaning within the small arid city of Tabernas. There, the Ladrón family is large and sprawling - cousins and brothers and nephews descending on the town in the evening to talk up the women and scam English tourists passing through out of their fun money. To the men, life is all fun and games. A cycle of one jailed Ladrón after another, eventually released back to the grandmother who never hesitates to welcome them back with a loving hug and a platter full of warm tapas, only to set them back on the town for the cycle to happen again. So it’s been for the centuries that the family has called the town their home; and their reputation has firmly remained somewhere between nuisance and active public safety threat. If there’s anything constant about them, it’s that they’re always involved in some kind of dirty business to maintain their standing.

Dámaso grew up with the sun on his back and the wind in his hair, fundamentally no different than any other man in his family. No patterns were to be broken with him, and despite his own little Godly legacy, he was kept in the dark. Momus was a shame. Even to them, his true nature was still shrouded in mystery; a figure that lured his father away from the doting consistency and closeness of their family to some exotic, faraway place of which he never returned. Fernando Ladrón was a teenage father, and Dámaso his only son. As his paternal abuela told it; he’d received some kind of message and, oddly disillusioned with the simple family cycle of life, essentially disappeared. Of course, Dámaso himself was young then, and the subject went unspoken for years.

ii.

He was a surprisingly gifted kid - looking out at the world with curious, wide eyes and a knack for asking after what and why for any given thing. While his grandparents became his legal guardians, he was raised by an assortment of uncles and older cousins. Often he was used in their quick schemes. After all, who better to gain sympathy than a small child? The problem with the Ládron men is that they were often coddled and spoiled by the matriarchs, the sort of unconditional love that leads young men to puff out their chest and grow entitled, cocky. For a while he went with it and the rush of teenage hormones amplified his hubris.

iii.

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Valeria















R

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name


Valeria Ivanovna Isayeva







Nicknames


Lera, Valka







age


Twenty







gender & pronouns


Female, she/her







sexuality


Bisexual







Ethnicity


Ukranian & Serbian







place of birth


Ukraine













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ppearance.










hair


Thick dirty blonde hair frames Valeria’s face, hanging long and perfectly straight. Valeria doesn’t do much with it, often just tying back in a ponytail to keep it out of the way, though occasionally it is braided or otherwise done up. Evenly cut bangs cover most of her forehead.







eyes


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







body/build


An extremely physical woman, Valeria’s strength is clearly shown in her build, defined muscles from years of training and exercise. Valeria stands at about six feet, and has a considerable presence to her. There’s no doubt by looking at her that she is strong, at least by human standards. Valeria’s rather conscious of her body, always with good posture and a sense of purpose to her movements.







distinguishing features


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







faceclaim


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ersona.










personality


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

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

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

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







skills


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













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status


Legacy







descendant of


Perun, god of thunder, lightning, and war







grade


Sophomore







dorm


Legatum







reputation


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







powers


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







Gifts


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







strengths


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







weaknesses


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













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istory.










Background


Ekaterina was a daughter of Perun. That was, at least, the fast way of saying it. A demigoddess, standing tall and proud, electricity crackling around her fingertips, the ability to bring thunder down to earth, strike down any enemies in her path. The air around her would bend to her will. Ekaterina was an exemplar of Mythos Academy students. Even among demigods, she was a power that the likes of which was rarely seen.

Ekaterina hated it. The blood running within her told her to pick up her weapons, to enter any fight she comes across, to lead those around her. It told her to claim her throne. For a while, she followed the motions, though all they built within her was resentment.

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

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

Still, Katya tried. She fell in love. Had a child. Moved with her new family to America, the so-called land of opportunity. She knew there was a chance young Valeria would be called upon as a legacy, but there too was a chance her blood was too diluted, and she’d be able to live out a normal life.

Ekaterina should have known that no child of hers could ever be ordinary.

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

Valeria would start fights with kids at school as early as kindergarten. Her mother seemed more scared than angry. She was reprimanded strongly, of course, but Valeria couldn’t quite understand why. In her mind, she never chose to fight out of nowhere; she was provoked, they deserved it, she couldn't help it. Ekaterina refused to allow her daughter martial arts lessons, so Valeria figured it out on her own time. She set up YouTube videos in her room to practice with from all sorts of styles, used her spare time to attend recreation center gyms whenever she could, and built up her strength and skill. Valeria never felt as good as she did when attacking a boxing bag. In her daydreams, she was a boxer, and she thought there might be a place in the world for her after all.

Such fantasies aren't built to last. It was autumn; Valeria was thirteen, and as usual, she was grounded for getting into trouble at school, and was busy fuming at home over it. Her parents were out; everything was ordinary. Until they didn’t come home after an hour or two as expected. The sun set into the ground and stars appeared overhead and Valeria’s parents still weren’t back. Barely yet a teenager, Valeria knew how to do nothing but wait.

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

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







Vision


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

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

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

Valeria ran home, and got into the largest fight with her mother she’d likely ever had. She demanded to know why she wasn’t told, how her mother could have allowed things to happen the way they did. She was begged to ignore it, to stay, that Ekaterina could take care of monsters the way she always did, that they could still be normal. The walls shook with their screaming, with the storm. Valeria tried to leave, and her mother summoned lightning from her fingers. The front door slammed shut in front of her, the bolt barely an inch away from striking Valeria herself.

She left the house without another word, her mother throwing her belongings out after her. No goodbyes. No looking back. Valeria spent her eighteenth birthday alone, and prepared for a journey alone.

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













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Nadovid
VESNA
No one has yet drunk a cup of honey without mixing it with a cup of gall.
Male, or so he is told
bisexual
21 years old
slovenian
son of vesna
Nadovid is rarely understood and even more
scarcely is he understood well.

Persona
Extra
Speaks Slovenian, English, German and other South Slavic languages.

Well-read. He loves literature and poetry more than he loves most things.

Extra
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The hills of Haloze are sharp, and they echo
with mist.

Babbling rivers hide their mouths in forests
that lean right, under trees that cling to the crumbling ground like an orphan's hand to their parent's. The unbeatable, winding paths and inaccessible land make this a poor one - Haloze, with its' tiny wood-built houses on the top of hills that could break a neck, open-mouth silence, gray green grass, poverty with a sunken in stomach, humble fields that greedily swallow the seeds you plant. It holds a beauty that unsettles, a nature that feels wrong to build a home upon.

Those farms that have survived the growing forest line find their ankles deep in ravenous mud, and they live between walls their grand-grand-grandparents have built. They run the heat on logs and watch staticky TV, drinking coffee with the neighbours who have not been ran out by the hunger.

The Kos family had only chickens and a sickly cow, a tractor created before World War Two, and their 'old mother' had her eye struck out by a soldier's wife.

But they still had pride, and they never indulged the gossip that drives lonely, old widows to walk up and down the village. Milan Kos had cost them that when he came home with a wobbling toddler and no mother in sight, lips set tight in refusal to talk - his worn, stoic silence stood aside for rumors to take the podium, for the cruel words that drag a decent family back down to the dirt.

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Jeong Hana






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SVETOVIT

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    full name

    Veronika Jean-Valentin Volkov






    nicknames.

    Ronnie, Nika (affectionately and only for those she likes).






    year

    senior






    age

    twenty-four






    d.o.b

    August 8th.






    godly parent

    SVETOVIT






    gender

    female. she/her.






    sexuality

    bisexual.







    ethnicity

    russian- & german-american.






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    height

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    hair colour

    Long tendrils of honey wheat with self-cut bangs. Usually in some state of disheveled or unkempt, unless she is on stage.






    eye colour

    Honey-brown. She feels like a foreigner looking into the mirror, spotting those eyes looking back at her.






    build

    Slim and athletic.






    body mods.

    A simple tattoo behind her left ear of a heart with three swords in it (akin to the Three of Swords). A fairy tattoo behind the right ear (ex. here). This tattoo on her thigh. Two chain tattoos on her wrists. Red, gnarly scars cover the bottoms of her feet. Piercings.






    distinguishing features.

    Her eyes are the most harrowing feature about her. Strong, unending, unnerving.






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SPIKED REVERIE —

how did I get here? it doesn't matter now,
even as the eons of recklessness fade.
their consequences still felt.
humility abandoned
with the shockwaves
of misremembered regret.

who am i? it doesn't matter now,
you're reminded of who you were.
always so good, your father's eyes speak.
so bright green, they tear at the fabric
of the same weft that covers your cards.
a journey unfolded, but
you did not heed the call.

what am i? it doesn't matter now.
any attempts at objectification
only hook into you deeper.
the cinder block weighs
you down, but you look to your left.
Your right.
They flank you,
the ones you've drowned
in this endless work.


for you? it doesn't matter now.
you would just as quickly do it again.
prophecy mention,
a footnote,
and you ignored it.
silly to think
you could avoid fate.

huddled quietly
as liquid misshapes your lungs.
who are we?
it doesn't matter now.
but—
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Marianne Rose Laine









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* = favorite nickname Mary, Anne, Annie*, Rose, Maria*









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23









gender


Trans Female









p.o.b.


Shelton, WA, USA









d.o.b.


June 19th









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    A natural redhead, through and through. A touch on the thinner side concerning hair, though Maria puts work into her hair care, especially in volumizing and the outcome shows her efforts. Maria styles her hair as her mood deems necessary; if she's looking to impress, it will look immaculate, if she's feeling lazier and needs to be comfy, it may only be seen up in a neat ponytail or a messy bun.









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    A deep brown, pools of muddy water or melted chocolate. If the light hits her eyes at just the right angle you can see a surprise and what might seem to be a genetic miracle; flecks of bright forest green littered throughout her irises.









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    6'2", six foot & two inches, or 187.96 cm









    body mods.

    Tattoos of fern leaves starting at her right ankle and creeping up to her knee, a tattoo of a wild hare with a sun behind it on her left shoulder, a septum piercing which was anodized to be forest green as well as several ear piercings of which the jewelry changes to match her outfits.










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THE FILE ;;
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name: Zero Cho
nickname: Z, although the more obnoxious ones insist upon calling her some variation of zee-zee
age: 22
gender: Female
sexuality: Bisexual
place of birth: Chicago, Illinois
race/ethnicity: Korean American


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

face claim: Kim Hyung-Seo


PERSONA ;;
​

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

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



MYTHOS FILE ;;

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

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

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

He did not respond.

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

“What do you want?”

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

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

“Your mother… she deserved better”

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

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

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

She lowered the knife.

“Tell me everything”


ABILITIES ;;

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


HISTORY ;;​


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

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

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

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




#mark mckenna










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










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












    dossier











    the fire






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    sean sirius yaw










    sirius or siri, he rarely goes by his first name










    18










    born august 23rd










    born in boxford, massachusetts










    cismale










    hasn't given much thought to sexuality, but he guesses he's at least bi maybe?










    greek, italian & scottish american


















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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE ERUPTION OF THE MIND

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

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

MASS EXTINCTION EVENT

the itch for a spark of genius continued until he turned eighteen. sirius knew his father was practically dead already in the way it mattered and there was no way he was going to graduate anyway, so he pawned whatever he previously hoarded from his stints of thievery that has value to get enough cash to bounce around for a while. on the night he made to run away, he was met with is visions and directed to the attic where he dusted off an old box that belonged to his mother, revealing his gift of a smithing hammer. armed with the greatest knowledge he could have ever hope for, sirius began his journey to boston to travel to his new obsession: mythos academy.
 
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dossier
mythos file
abilities
Khalil Nur-Hassim
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  • PROFILE
    FULL NAME
    Khalil Nur-Hassim
    NICKNAMES
    Eye of Ma'at
    GENDER
    Male
    AGE
    23
    BIRTHDAY
    November 11th
    PLACE OF BIRTH
    Dahab, Egypt
    SEXUALITY
    Homosexual
    ETHNICITY
    Egyptian
    GRADE
    Senior
    Know the world in yourself. Never look for yourself in the world, for this would be to project your illusion.
    APPEARANCE
    BASICS
    HEIGHT
    6’2” (1.89m)
    WEIGHT
    194 lbs (88 kg)
    EYE COLOR
    Green
    HAIR COLOR
    Light Brown
    FACE CLAIM
    Joel Kinnaman
    MISCELLANEOUS

    Khalil is most often quite scruffy in nature, with unkempt clothes in contrast to his slick back hair, though he does sometimes try to make an effort depending on the occasion. Not one for formalities much, or social cues for that matter, Khalil essentially doesn't care what someone else thinks of him or how he chooses to present himself. He's not there to please others. A baggy white shirt that has never seen an iron before? Sure, why not? Those jeans with holes of an unknown nature? Yeah, put them on.

    Surprisingly fit and muscular for someone who's considered a magic user, Khalil spends enough time being busy in order to stay healthy and agile - despite his lifestyle. Due to the strain and physical drawbacks magic has on him, he often maintains his physical prowess so his body can handle the cost, giving the impression that he relies on physical power.
    PERSONALITY
    Don't try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you're good, bad things can still happen.
    Khalil is defined by several overpowering personality traits, some of which are at direct odds with one another. What bridges all of it is his confidence. Khalil Nur-Hassim takes great pride in his ability to depend upon himself for just about anything, and never finds a situation too grim for hope. He's of the disposition to believe that anything can be overcome with sufficient know-how, and his wide variety of skills and resources only bolster this belief in himself. Nothing is ever impossible, and Khalil has very little time for anyone who disagrees.

    Khalil is a very calm, determined individual when he wants something. He's not the type to explode into histrionics, or ever really let anyone get a good bead on how he's feeling -- stiff upper lip and all that. He can be stubborn, but only when he knows he's right, and frankly, he knows he's right 100 of the time. All the same, he's not the type to be goaded into a fight, what with cooler heads prevailing and all. Most attempts to bait him will fail.

    Even though he may not show it or tell anyone this, Khalil is quite the self-conscious individual. He's got a list of insecurities a mile long and is constantly trying to prove himself to people that could probably care less. There's always this inner voice in his head telling him that he needs to be better, at any number of things. It's not enough to actually throw him into a massive depression, but it's always there, waiting for him to screw up, and then it pounces.

    Khalil has always been alone, no matter what family figures he had around him. Thus, it's only natural, that he'd grow up to be a bit of a loner. While he has no problem working with others or on a team, he tends to lean more toward the lone coyote lifestyle. Embracing this lifestyle to the fullest, Khalil tries his hardest not to ask for help from anyone, choosing rather do everything on his own. Khalil will always be a loner, regardless of how he may act around others. It's just who he is.

    Going hand in hand with his lone coyote persona, is the fact that Khalil's a very proud individual. He doesn't like to admit that even he needs help sometimes, especially since he's been alone his entire life and made it through a helluva lot without assistance. His pride is what gets him into trouble quite often and it's not until things are dreadfully in danger of going bad does he breaks down and gets the help that he needs.
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# daughter of ix chel




# sofia carson?










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    Daughter of Ixchel
    enter
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  • When you know you’re worth no one can make you feel worthless.












    appearance











    height

    5’5






    weight

    130 lbs






    hair c.

    dark brown






    eye c.

    golden brown











    hair


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






    eyes


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






    build


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






    distinguishing features


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






    Body Mods


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






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