🌺Those Who Exist🌺

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Verena Pariseau

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Verena Pariseau

_{✦ T I T L E S}

The Guardian | Human Shield |

_{✦ A G E}

17

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

January 7^th

_{✦ H O B B I E S}

Horseback riding | Hunting | Learning about the history of places | Rough-housing |

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

6'1" (186 cm) | 185 lbs

_{✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Boisterous, if not a bit tone deaf, and outgoing, Verena is definitely a people person through and through. She enjoys the company of others greatly and hates to be alone or to be unincluded. Touchy-feely, she's not one to hesitate giving hugs or wrap an arm around someone's shoulder or link arms with another, she's actually quite unapologetic in that matter. Perhaps overwhelming to some, she doesn't exactly realize when she's being too much, either that or she doesn't care.

Curious by nature, Verena has a love for exploring new things, sometimes considered foolish for her naivety. Also easily impressed, she doesn't have trouble gaining respect to those around her which can lead her to blindly follow some without question. Because of this, she's seen as gullible and perhaps even a door mat, but she sees herself as fiercely loyal and would protect those she's close with to the end. Although swayed with ease, once she has her mind set on something, she can be as stubborn as a bull. Verena has very determined mindset and will go to great lengths to achieve a goal. Practical and optimistic, she is a "glass half full" type. She likes to imagine the best outcomes but also knows that there is work to be done to get to that point.

_{✦ H I S T O R Y}

The youngest child out of four, she being the only girl, Verena always knew what she wanted to be from a young age. She was never very interested in studying or learning complicated magic but instead being on the front lines being face-to-face with "evil" as she put it. Growing up in a small, well kept family of mages, the young warrior had to learn a lot from herself since techniques weren't her family's strong suit and she was never super adept to learning magic as most of it would go in one ear and out the other. Self-taught, her parents were always baffled at where this came from since none of her family members were close to being fighters.

But because none of them were fighters, Verena had a sense of duty to protect them although she was the youngest but it never bothered her. She was quick to stand up for them and would easily get provoked if someone were to say the wrong thing. Even though she could be a little much, her brothers were appreciative of her actions and would sometimes even help her with her fighting skills even as they had no clue as to what they were doing. Though a misfit (and proud), she and her family were very close nit. They all looked out for each other.

When it came to magic, that was definitely not her specialty. She had difficulty concentrating on the words and the feeling, never really grasping the concept of it all which made her a bit irritated with herself. She tried very hard to be good enough, wanting to be like her brothers, but it just never came to her. She couldn't learn the spells that her siblings did, only managing to keep a few. The ones she was actually interested in. When learning the sword, she didn't want to be held down by the weight of a shield, so her eldest brother taught her a few spells that he knew of. The only spells she was easily able to pick up, she took them and ran with it. Already a great swordfighter, she took pride in being able to show others what she could do. Her family quickly noticed her desire to help others, protecting them like she did to her siblings, not starting things but finishing them.

Deciding to enroll her into Avalice, Verena was certainly excited to be able to train with others like herself, and perhaps even make it into the infamous Miracle Seven. Being put in class C only made her more determined to prove herself, not only wanting herself to graduate but to help her classmates do so as well. Wide eyed and curious, she soaked everything in, quickly adapting to the pace and the feeling of the place. Now a few years later, she has been able to strengthen her skills and still staying in contact with her family, writing letters to them regularly. Now that graduation is quickly approaching, Verena is more fired up that ever to make sure that her vision becomes a reality.

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Might

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Lavender

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

The strange calmness of standing in the eye of a raging storm

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Golem: A long, curve edged sword crafted by her brothers before she left for Avalice. She carries it with great pride.

_{✦ M A G I C}

Protection magic

_{✦ S P E L L S}

✤ Great Barrier: One of her most used spells, this spell creates an invisible shield in the shape of a dome in front of her that she can control at will. The size varies depending on the number of opponents. Either for defending herself or knocking enemies back, it doesn't take much mana so she is able to use it multiple times during battle.

✤ Mirrored Shield: If in peril or last resort, Verena can use an aggressor's attack against them. This spell sends an attack back to it's castor, sometimes but not always increasing its attack power. So it potentially makes the spell more dangerous than when it came. Taking up a lot of mana, she rarely uses it unless completely necessary.

✤ Unbreakable: An excellent shield against close range attacks, the young warrior is able to toughen her skin to make it nearly impenetrable. This lasts until it wears off, which is after a couple of blows. Although requiring a cool down period, it's a pretty easy spell so it acts as a physical shield would.

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

✤ Boulder: Using her blade to carry momentum, she swings her sword low to the ground before pivoting and then she proceeds to use the other leg to kick at her opponent to momentarily stun them and push them back.

✤ The Feign: Pretending to be caught off guard, she lets down her defenses to allow an opponent to rush in. She then tackles and uses her Unbreakable spell so that the attacker does very little damage in order to try to escape. Unable to, she now has her opponent pinned.

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 3 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 3 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 1 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 4 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 5 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 2 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 4 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 2 / 5

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Avyanna Endale

_{『”Aw, that’s too bad. And I kind of liked you.”』}

NAME:

Avyanna Endale

AGE:

30

GENDER:

Female

SEXUALITY:

Pansexual

ETHNICITY:

Ethiopian

OCCUPATION:

Professional gambler

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Appearance:

◍ Hair: Dark with thick curls, Avy's hair is a bit shorter than midlength. She often styles it up with a head wrap or just leaves it down.
◍ Eyes: She has very dark brown eyes and short eyelashes.
◍ Height: 5'3
◍ Weight: 135 lbs
◍ Clothing wise: Usually wearing African styled clothes, Avyanna fully embraces her culture. With short, heavily patterned, flowy tops and long skirts that usually touch the ground, also equipped with over-sized beaded jewelry (that she made herself), it's definitely not something one sees everyday.
◍ Makeup wise:: Only a light amount, usually some eyeshadow or nude lipstick and highlighter.
◍ Tattoos/scars/other markings: None

PERSONALITY:

Intelligent | Apathetic | Confident | Manipulative | Individualistic | Untrusting

A cunning and headstrong woman and yet also apathetic, Avyanna definitely knows how to play her cards right. Aiming to be at the top of the food chain, but understanding how to play the victim with ease, she has always managed to avoid trouble when it came around the corner. She never really looked for fame, instead enjoying the risk and danger when it came to gambling, finding a sort of high when winning or seeing the look on people’s faces when they know they’ve lost. Having a way of working people’s minds, she quickly made enemies disguised as friends in the real world. Because of this, Avy learned to never put her full trust in people, keeping herself physically and emotionally unattached, choosing to be self-reliant and distant.

Naturally curious, Avy does enjoy learning about other people and their stories, though they won't get much empathy from her. Calm and well-mannered, she's a good listener and less judgemental than she looks. She's very down-to-earth, and she prefers to look at things from a realistic angle. An intuitive thinker, she's good at on-the-spot problem solving. Although a bit closed off from telling people about herself, she's sociable and charismatic and enjoys a good laugh.

CAUSE OF DEATH:

Gunshot wound

BACKSTORY:

Growing up in the slums of New Orleans, Avy learned how to fend for herself at a young age. She knew very early on how cold the world could be and she acted as such, seeing reality as a dog-eat-dog kind of place. She never had any real motivation other than survive, so she quickly started making friends with all the wrong people in order to make it, but quickly discovering how much she actually enjoyed this life. Avy had always been attracted to danger, though she hid behind others when it was directed toward her. She enjoyed the back alleys, the secrecy, and the loose morals, becoming accustomed to the people and how their minds worked. It was never exhausting or frightening until one day it was.

When she turned eighteen, she had moved out of New Orleans to find work and attend college, where she pursued biochemistry in hopes of making an actual living. Although she had high hopes, her old life followed her and she realized that she could never get used to living a normal life. Her impulsivity drove her back into old habits where she eventually found herself in a dark place. Dropping out of college and in debt, she turned to gambling as a way to pay bills. This helped for some time until she began to depend on it too much; no longer as a source of income by itself, it was a hobby, a lifestyle. People began recognizing her and soon enough, remembering her. It was a second home.

For a long time it went on like this. She continued building her status and raising the stakes, earning a lot of money but losing her sense of morality. Avy began making more and more rash decisons as time went on, her confidence making her foolish. A part of her knew the kinds of trouble she coyld get into, but another part blocked out any sensible thinking. The more dangerous the risk, the higher she felt, but soon in her last game, the hardest she fell. With no one having her back and her ego unwavering, she managed to piss of the wrong people.

In the dead of night, her apartment was broken into and she was killed. A fatal gunshot wound to the head.

MISC.:

◍ Smokes cigars
◍ Has a fascination for poisons
◍ Often tilts her head up when aggravated

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Cordelia Crane

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PERSONAL INFORMATION

Name:

Cordelia Crane

Gender:

Female

Age:

22

Physical Description:

Standing around 5'6, perhaps a tad shorter than that because of her slouch, Cordelia is wiry, very pale, and always tired, or even hungry looking. Up close, she has light blue bags under her eyes that is followed by a dark, cloudy gaze that makes it seem that she's somewhere very far off…
She wears Gas Way’s uniform most of the time, but she prefers to wear large sweaters over it. Wearing her long hair down, most of her body is covered by something, and she likes it that way.

Applied Position:

Pump attendant

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BUCKET LIST

REASON FOR EMPLOYMENT:

Cordelia loves the night shift greatly. Finding it hard to keep a daytime job, or any job at all, she drifted around aimlessly for a bit before coming across an application for this job. She can't remember how, just that one day she was shuffling up to this gas station in the middle nowhere. She often forgets things like that.

BUDGETING:

Although having rent to pay, Cordelia spends most of her paycheck on food and snacks, especially those high in protein meat. Seemingly ever hungry, though she looks as if she eats nothing at all, she can be seen eating the snacks from the gas station’s shelves saying, “I’ll pay for it later,” which she almost never does.

LIKES:
> Slushies
> Writing dark natured poems usually about death and gore
> The night
> Eating
> _{Human Flesh}

DISLIKES:
> Harsh sunlight
> Forgetting things _{who was she? She can’t remember}
> The smell of gas
> Things that move too fast

TRINKETS:

Only carrying around a pencil and a pad of paper, she often writes down her thoughts in messy and illegible handwriting. No one really knows what she’s writing so frantically, and honestly, she doesn’t exactly know herself.

BACKGROUND CHECK

She died a long time ago. Having multiple job references, all from places that no longer exist now, Cordelia’s file looks very outdated. Her birth date seems invalid and it was once equipped with a medical record of the deceased, a file of which has now since been removed. She worked job from job, not one that lasted more than a week due to unfortunate coincidences of co-workers going missing soon after she applied. Nothing more than coincidences.

SKILLS AND QUALIFICATIONS

Angry^™ > Usually having a rather calm and undisturbed personality, Cordelia has a random tendency to get furious at times leading to strange violent outbursts that are unlike her. During these times, she gains a kind of foreign strength that comes from nowhere considering her body’s built like a stick.

Ever Undisturbed > Slow reacting to most situations, dead things and creatures moving in the shadows or in the corner of her eye don’t seem to bother her too much, that or she just doesn’t realize them. Mostly the latter. Oblivious to even the most obvious of situations, Cordelia’s head seems as empty as the expanse around Gas Way.

The Urge > She took the night shift for a reason. The less people, the less the intrusive thoughts that threaten to unmask her wearing thin impulse control. The hungry thoughts grow stronger with each beating heart- oh how she wanted them to stop.

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Aoné

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AONÉ INALOR

"I'm not sure you understand, so let me clear it up for you"

_{B A S I C S}

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_NAME
Aoné Inalor

_AGE
102 in elf years

_RACE
Elf

_CLASS
Sorceress

_OCCUPATION
Medic

_{ORIGINATES FROM}
Havenloft

_{IF OUTSIDE TORVELT}
An ancient and sacred forest to the north, known for being inhabited by elves.

_{P H Y S I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

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_{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Not the tallest of elf, Aoné stands around 5 foot 8, while taking on the definitive pointed ears and slim features of her ancestors. While not the strongest either, she's surprisingly more toned than one would think having to wrestle down more than a few rowdy and wounded folk of Torvelt so she could work properly. A few scars lay scattered across her body when she learned the hard way what the more aggressive folk of the city were like, having been slashed at trying to do the same job, especially during the earlier time of her stay. She's certainly gotten tougher since and isn't afraid to act that way.

_STRENGTHS

• With age comes wisdom
• During her travels (and during her time in Torvelt), Aoné's come to know quite a few people
• She's very quick to adapt to new situations

_WEAKNESSES

• Working under pressure
• Not well trained for intense combat, she usually needs someone to rely on to protect her
• Doesn't posess the greatest people skills

_{P S Y C H O L O G I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

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_PERSONALITY
Intuitive | Sharp-tongued | Curious | Independent | Apathetic | Distant | Decisive | Disciplined | Perceptive

_SEXUALITY
Lesbian

_FEARS

• Being overly dependent on someone
• People larger than her (She gets rather defensive)
• Not being worth something

_GOALS

• To travel the rest of the world
• Gaining as much medical knowledge as she can

_{S K I L L S}

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A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges.

_Nightvision
Able to see 60 ft ahead of her with little to no light.

_Booksmart
An arcane spellcaster, she knows quite a bit of knowledge of magic. Born to a wealthy family, she also had access to many sources of information, especially history and language.
_Meditation
Unlike humans, Aoné doesn't need to sleep being an elf. Instead or around 4 hours a day, she meditates in a trance like state that equals that of 8 hours of sleep.

_{Horseback riding}
Trained from a young age, Aoné has taken to horseback pretty easily. Having been traveling for awhile, she's only honed those skills over the years.

_{M A G I C}

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_{Cure Wounds}
Able to heal minor wounds, Aoné uses this skill pretty frequently.

_{Mass Heal Wounds}
A more intense spell than the one above, this is able to heal greater wounds but at more of a cost. Draining energy faster, she doesn't use this spell nearly as often

_{Cordon of Arrows}
A spell in which if she places four arrows or crossbow bolts in the ground and places magic upon them, any creature that gets close to 30 ft to them, one of the pieces will fly up and target them. Mostly used as a protection spell, whenever she's alone she uses this spell.

_{G E A R}

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_{ITEMS ON PERSON}

• Two small bundles, one for medicinal herbs and another for spices.
• A small journal she uses for taking note of the places she's been, some pages containing pressed flowers.
• A basic grimoire, she carries this for her spells.

_WEAPONS

• A medium sized staff, wooden and designed with intricate carvings.
• A small dagger she keeps close by, just in case she needs to use it

_{H I S T O R Y}

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Born to a very highly known and wealthy family, Aoné was raised very nearly in the center of Havenloft among her many other siblings. The Inalor family is known to deal its hand in sorcery, creating many great elven mages throughout the generations. Not only that, they also trained in sword fighting and archery along with trade and politics. A jack-of-all-trades kind of family, it was only common sense to know of all the responsibilities and hardships one had to endure to uphold the family name. As being a part of this family, it was greatly stressed among Aoné and her siblings to further the family lineage with a strong ambition and strive for success, pride, and power.

Fortunately and unfortunately, Aoné never was much interested in family affairs, she preffered to focus her studies in sorcery, spending most of her time in the library. But because her prowess in sword fighting and archery was less than proficient, and her attitude was considered crude by her elders, she could clearly see that favor was not in her direction. Her family often tried to "correct" her, but she found that with enough time and persistance they're lenience grew and so did her freedom. It was around this time when her curiousity for the outside world piqued, and soon after, she packed her bags and practiced the little spells that she knew before heading off. Leaving when no one was watching, she left only a letter addressing quite formally why she left and that she'd probably never return.

Throughout her travels, she picked up the art of medicine, helping those in need along the way. She doesn't recall how long she's been traveling, nor how she heard about Torvelt, but she remembered how she felt when she first entered. Compared to other places, especially Havenloft, this place seemed in need for a change, one that she hoped she would bring. Aoné didn't dwell in the politics of this place too much, but when the fog began and she couldn't do anything about it, her curiousity took over and the hunt to find the cure began.

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Zeani "Z" Bedeau

_{"It's just business"}

_______________________________________________ Zeani Jean-Bedeau _______________________________________________ October 21st, 1995 | 24 | Afro-French _______________________________________________ Single | She/Her | Bisexual _______________________________________________ "Z" | Bodyguard _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] Basics: • Height | 6'0" • Weight | 175 lbs • Build | Fairly tall with muscle to go with it. • Hair Color | Brown • Eye Color | Green

Physical Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Standing roughly around 6 feet, Zeani has the muscle and the height to prove to anyone she's not to be messed with. It may not be noticable at first given her love for leather jackets, but let someone talk shit about the Royals and have them find out for themselves. A few scars scattered around her body prove this, but none of them are too noteworthy to be mentioned. She has long dreads that fall just past her shoulders, but she usually keeps them up for convienance. Full lips accent her round jawline and nose. As for clothing, Z enjoys a good-looking, badass leather jacket, usually rocking a pair of worn out ripped jeans, holes she probably made herself. Having a vast collection of shoes containing both boots and sneakers, she almost never shows up with the same pair twice. Having no piercings except for her earrings and a nose ring, along with no tattoos, she prefers to keep it simple. Psychological Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Flammable: Prone to temper outbursts, Z isn't the chillest person around. She tends to get irritated pretty easily especially in unpredictable situations, or things she can't control. Definitely not an every-five-minute thing, she's obviously not angry all the time, but when things get stressful, she won't hesitate to break something-or someone. Lone Wolf: An independent person, Z would much rather go on assignments alone. She hasn't the patience to work with anyone, rather she likes to do things on her own time and of her own accord. She's also pretty closed off, preferring to keep to herself when it comes to her background and emotions, though unfortunately her anger sometimes gets the better of her. "Knock It Off": Although Z's pretty quiet, she knows when enough is enough and doesn't mind becoming pretty vocal about it. She doesn't play games, nor does she mess with bullshitters and petty people. If she needs to put her foot down, she will. Both stern and stubborn, she's better at giving orders than receiving them and will argue her point if she believes it to be better.

_{Criminal-Past
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Zeani was barely a tween when her parents signed consent on the adoption papers to hand her over to her grandparents in the U.S. Although they had tried their best, her parents weren't capable of taking care of her anymore; they were living on the bare minimum, though "surviving" would be the more accurate term. Deciding that it would be best to send their daughter away, Zeani moved away from her hometown of Le Mans, France, a place that she cared for though where she lived was both dirty and dangerous, to Neon, Miami. An unfamiliar surrounding that she struggled to adapt in.

Something changed in her those first few weeks of being there. Once a good kid, the sudden change in lifestyles and the overwhelmingness of it all made her angry. She hated not being able to do anything about it. She kept asking herself why she didn't put up more of a fight. And why didn't she? She didn't know. It was the first time she'd ever hit anyone on purpose; the first time that would soon be many. She quickly asserted her dominance in school, only messing with people that messed with her, this being made easier as she grew. Both growing up and surviving in a dog-eat-dog world, Z knew what it was like to live at the bottom, but no longer was she content with it.

It wasn't long before she caught the eye of the Royals, her distant nature yet vicious actions made her a prime candidate. At first she refused, but later reconsidered when she realized working a regular 9 to 5 job wouldn't have satisfied her as it would have done had she not moved. By this point in time, Z had lost touch with her parents and had basically become estranged from her grandparents for her violent tendencies. Had she gotten the help she needed she could have lived a normal life, but this was Neon Miami. There was no help. During her time in the gang, her job was to not only protect those higher up in status, but to also sniff out those inside who would wish harm upon the Royals. She takes her job very seriously, wanting nothing more than to see the Royals rise to the top.

_{Arrest & Sentencing Information
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Crimnal Offense | Notes

Assault | "I barely even touched him."

"Manslaughter" | "Listen, she ran out in front of my car, what was I supposed to do?"_{definitely not what happened}

Arson | "Yeah, that house was ugly anyway. I say I did this city justice."

_{Skills & Equipment
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_Skills:

Attack Dog | Give her name and she'll go and have a lovely chat with them.

Jack-of-all-Trades | Though not specially trained, Z is pretty good at using multiple close combat weapons such as knives and brass knuckles, and her aim with a gun is sufficient enough to get the job done.

"Popular" | Surprisingly, Z knows a lot of people around the city. Such as the ones who'll talk and the ones who won't. Doesn't mean she's necessarily the most liked.

_Equipment:

Rolex Watch | A watch that's most certainly way too expensive for her, she took it from a person she had a lovely chat with

Hunting Knife | Just your average weapon for casually threatening people

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Hera, Goddess of Marriage and Childbirth

H E R A , G O D D E S S O F M A R R I A G E A N D C H I L D B I R T H
H E R A, G O D D E S S O F M A R R I A G E
A N D C H I L D B I R T H

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Evelyn 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 Mid thirties 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Author	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Loyal Motherly Caring 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Jealous Vindictive Conniving 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Deciding that instead of trying to locate and demolish all of Zeus's mistresses, as was her first goal, Hera now dedicates herself to be a thriving and independent woman. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 [color=gray][/color] xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Hera 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Marriage and childbirth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Known best as Queen of the Olympians and wife to Zeus, Hera

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

In here put parts of character history as a human so far.