[hider=Gigi Russo, Of Riches and Wilderness] [color=5d8aa8][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Ik9sjQi.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/IueJWvE.png[/img] [sub][b][color=9966cc]Victoria Konefal[/color][/b] | [b][color=9966cc]Amethyst/#9966cc[/color][/b][/sub] [color=9966cc][b]"[i]Sometimes an angel, sometimes a hell-raiser, always a strong woman.[/i]"[/b][/color] —[color=5d8aa8][b][i]R.H. Sin[/i][/b][/color][/center] [hr][hr] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Name:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Georgina Janel Russo [sub]↳Common nickname: Gigi Common title/Callsign: Knifeedge[/sub][/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Age:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]22 | November 21st | Scorpio-Saggitarius Cusp (more Sag than Scorpio)[/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Gender:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Hot ass female (She/her)[/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Sexual Orientation:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Mentally, she's a pansexual Physically, she's a raging bisexual Spiritually, she's a demiromantic [color=9966cc]"I don't know, I'm a complicated bitch."[/color][/indent] [color=9966cc][b][sub]Ethnicity:[/sub][/b][/color] [indent]Italian (Venetian, Roman)[/indent] [color=9966cc][b][sub]Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:[/sub][/b][/color] [indent]11 years - ten in Camp Jupiter, 1 year in New Rome, living with her sister. [/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Venice Italy, lived in Tuscany Italy until she was 11. Spent some months in the Underworld before venturing to Camp Jupiter[/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Key Relationships:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent][hider=Romantic Life]TBD[/hider] [hider=Friends]TBD[/hider] [hider=Enemies]Hopefully none[/hider] [hider=Family]The only ones that matter: Belladonna "Belle" Cantarini - 29 (had Gigi at 19) - Mother - FC: [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/86/1c/91/861c91b673f8591c50bcb8d4e0fc56ba.jpg]Alice Pagani[/url] Sabina Kiskova - my sister <3 Michelangelo "Michel" Russo - 25 - Stepbrother - Alive - FC: [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/03/01/0b/03010b97427aa9a280548f90c2670aee.jpg]Jack Falahee[/url] [s]Matteo Russo - 46 - Stepfather - Alive - Vineyard owner - FC: [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/32/Gilles_Marini_-_Monte-Carlo_Television_Festival.JPG]Gillies Marini[/url] Pablo Russo - 23 - Stepbrother - Alive - FC: [url=https://www.theitalianreve.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/TIR_Brando-74.jpg]Brando Pancitto[/url][/s][/hider][/indent] [center][hr][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/4MMhWHa.png [/img] [color=9966cc][b]"[i]Look here she comes now, bow down and stare in wonder! Oh, how we love you! No flaws when you're pretending [/i]"[/b][/color] — [b][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhC1pI76Rqo][color=5d8aa8]Everybody's Fool — Evanescence [/color] [/url][/i][/b][/center][hr][hr] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Appearance[/b][/sub][/color] [indent][color=9966cc]Height:[/color] 5'6/168cm [color=9966cc]Hair:[/color] Light Brown || Smooth, wavy, layered || Drops down to her mid-back || Tends to leave it be, but sometimes loops it into a single ponytail, sometimes a high ponytail, and sometimes braided. Gigi will also experiment with space buns and the like || Uses accessories to enhance the look of her hair like broaches, clips, hair ties and even decorative accessories like flowers. [color=9966cc]Eyes:[/color] Hazel green (or brown depending on the lighting) || Deep purple when Diana's Blessing is active [color=9966cc]Body Type:[/color] Hourglass figure that leans on being toned || [color=9966cc]"This isn't just good genes. I worked hard to achieve my body. And damn it, if it makes me sound vain but I know I look [url=https://preview.redd.it/victoria-konefal-v0-41l63d33dkz91.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=ca347c1e3451cc6929ea936c0f7fc9fdfd12e3d3]good[/url]!"[/color] [color=9966cc]Clothing Style:[/color] Gigi has always been something of a "more black the better" kind of girl. A lot of the kinds of clothes she wore growing up and also the kinds she wears now (though not as much now) has always been black, grey, some red, but definitely black. Her style has been called "Edgy biker chic". Which, to her, that wasn't completely far off. She has always dressed like someone who grew up in biker culture: leather jacket, dark colors, band t-shirts. Even as she grew up, most of that hasn't changed, but she's learned how to change her style up just enough to stay true to her roots but be hot about it. She goes with bold colors like a pink skirt with a black top. Or red skirt with black top (because red and black ALWAYS go together). She goes into different designs like pokadots and striped and even some floral-patterened sundresses feel nice. But one important thing to note about Gigi is that she likes showing off her body. Tastefully, mind you, but she has no shame in showing a bit of skin. Yeah, definitely might be a little vain. Casual [sub][url=https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/d5/5f/c3/d55fc38cfe27dbe99a9f5963a22e3588.jpg]I[/url] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cb/bf/ed/cbbfede8bcb504c89c09db122a1a4169.jpg]II[/url] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/79/8b/2c/798b2c7d91d441b89de088317be5b283.jpg]III[/url] [url=https://www.jacketsmasters.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/days-of-our-lives-victoria-konefal-fringed-leather-jacket.jpg]Leather Jacket[/url][/sub] Party and Formal Wear [sub][url=https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/0a/4f/66/0a4f6654c44cb65ba129328086925dce.jpg]Clubbing fit[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/vPzQG3B.jpeg]Formal Sexy[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/133axlj.jpeg]Formal Formal[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/EGYW07I.png]Dress[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/GNfvVd7.jpeg]I[/url] [url=https://i.imgur.com/pEGirps.jpeg]Dress II[/url][/sub] [color=9966cc]Body Markings:[/color] On her right inner-forearm, Gigi has her brand of her papa's sigil, SPQR, and an individual tally of the ten years of her service. She doesn't have any other tattoos to note of. She has five piercings in total: earlobe, helix, eyebrow, nose, and right eyebrow. As far as any scars, Gigi has a few from service that have mostly healed on her back. She does retain a nasty scar she acquired during a training session in her fifth year of service that went from her right shoulder to her elbow (outer arm) that never properly healed, so it's a nasty scar. [/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Personality:[/b][/sub][/color] [center][b][i][color=#5D8AA8]C[/color][color=#5D89A8]o[/color][color=#5E88A9]n[/color][color=#5F88A9]f[/color][color=#6087AA]i[/color][color=#6187AA]d[/color][color=#6286AB]e[/color][color=#6386AB]n[/color][color=#6485AC]t[/color] [color=#6684AD]→[/color] [color=#6783AE]l[/color][color=#6882AF]o[/color][color=#6982AF]y[/color][color=#6A81B0]a[/color][color=#6B81B0]l[/color] [color=#6D80B1]→[/color] [color=#6F7FB2]c[/color][color=#707EB3]o[/color][color=#707EB3]m[/color][color=#717DB4]p[/color][color=#727CB5]a[/color][color=#737CB5]s[/color][color=#747BB6]s[/color][color=#757BB6]i[/color][color=#767AB7]o[/color][color=#777AB7]n[/color][color=#7879B8]a[/color][color=#7979B8]t[/color][color=#7A78B9]e[/color] [color=#7B77BA]→[/color] [color=#7D76BB]s[/color][color=#7E75BC]e[/color][color=#7F75BC]l[/color][color=#8074BD]f[/color][color=#8174BD]-[/color][color=#8273BE]s[/color][color=#8373BE]u[/color][color=#8472BF]f[/color][color=#8472BF]f[/color][color=#8571C0]i[/color][color=#8670C1]c[/color][color=#8770C1]i[/color][color=#886FC2]e[/color][color=#896FC2]n[/color][color=#8A6EC3]t[/color] [color=#8C6DC4]→[/color] [color=#8E6CC5]a[/color][color=#8E6CC5]g[/color][color=#8F6BC6]g[/color][color=#906AC7]r[/color][color=#916AC7]e[/color][color=#9269C8]s[/color][color=#9369C8]s[/color][color=#9468C9]i[/color][color=#9568C9]v[/color][color=#9667CA]e[/color] [color=#9866CB]→[/color] [color=#9864CA]i[/color][color=#9862C9]n[/color][color=#9761C8]t[/color][color=#975FC7]e[/color][color=#975EC6]n[/color][color=#965CC5]s[/color][color=#965BC3]e[/color] [color=#9558C1]→[/color] [color=#9455BF]s[/color][color=#9453BE]t[/color][color=#9451BD]u[/color][color=#9350BB]b[/color][color=#934EBA]b[/color][color=#924DB9]o[/color][color=#924BB8]r[/color][color=#924AB7]n[/color] [color=#9147B4]→[/color] [color=#9044B2]s[/color][color=#9042B1]a[/color][color=#8F40B0]s[/color][color=#8F3FAF]s[/color][color=#8F3DAE]y[/color] [color=#8E3AAB]→[/color] [color=#8D37A9]d[/color][color=#8D36A8]e[/color][color=#8C34A7]e[/color][color=#8C33A5]p[/color][color=#8C31A4]l[/color][color=#8B2FA3]y[/color] [color=#8A2CA1]e[/color][color=#8A2BA0]m[/color][color=#8A299F]p[/color][color=#89289D]a[/color][color=#89269C]t[/color][color=#89259B]h[/color][color=#88239A]e[/color][color=#882299]t[/color][color=#872098]i[/color][color=#871E97]c[/color] [color=#861B94]→[/color] [color=#851791]a[/color][color=#851590]b[/color][color=#84148E]r[/color][color=#84128D]a[/color][color=#84118C]s[/color][color=#830F8B]i[/color][color=#830D8A]v[/color][color=#830C89]e[/color] [color=#820986]→[/color] [color=#810684]v[/color][color=#810483]a[/color][color=#800382]i[/color][color=#800181]n[/color][/i][/b][/center] [indent]At her core, Gigi is a truly and deeply empathetic person. She feels intensely with others' pain, she understands it, and she weaps for the loss of life more than anyone you could know. Because of that, she keeps most of her feelings sealed behind a semi-facade of confidence. It's not a complete ruse because she [i]is[/i] confident. She acts the part, she is brash when pushed, and her whole demeanor is strike first and hard. It's not exactly off-putting. She's never mean intentionally, but she does carry a lot of sass in her. This is her way of coping with the eternal sadness in her heart for the constant loss of life she can sense. That same of loss of life flips her like a switch. Maybe an undiagnosed bipolar or just...really in touch with her feelings, but once the loss of life happens, Gigi's bravado and confidence is rendered down to someone overwhelmed with emotions, almost giving her a temporary state of depression. To her friends and family she has at New Rome, they know what signs to look for. Gigi is a talkative person. Always smiling. Beaming with energy and life, but in that snap, she'll go quiet. She'll isolate herself to the point where you won't see her for a week. Her heart is full, but when it breaks for the passing of souls, that death sense of hers makes her as dead as them but more like the kind of wandering soul without a guide. It passes eventually, but it lingers until she comes out for air. Those close to her know to let her come to them rather than them trying to force it. In this state, there's something of a stubbornness from her own will that refuses to do anything but wallow in under the cloud of despair her empathy creates. [/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]History:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent][hider=The Tale of Belladonna Contarini]Trigger warnings: war, death, slavery, sexual assault mentions, This is the life of Gigi Russo, or rather, perhaps it is more accurate to say the [i]tragedy[/i] of Georgina Janel, daughter of Belladonna and Pluto, and should she ever want it, Huntress of Diana. This tale starts twenty-three years ago in Milan Italy where a younger Belladonna Contarini. She was orphaned when she was a young girl, due to a civil war that broke out in her hometown of Florence. She fled with her parent from Florence to prospect of work in Venice, but somewhere along the way, she got separated from them and found herself in servitude to a band of rebels. Or terrorists, depending on who you asked. The civil war took lots of lives and an eleven year old Belle assumed her parents were among them. So over the years, she grew accustomed to life never going the way she planned. She never thought Italy would return, if only briefly, to its authoritarian roots from the 1920s. She never thought there would be a revolution which would put it on the progressive way, and she never thought she'd ever find love. Belle had resigned to the fact that nobody would want her. The bandits that took her in got rid of her when she was fifteen and she's been on the street ever since. People took pity on her and she had taken rides, did favors she probably shouldn't have, and sold her soul to a metaphorical devil to make her parents' dream come true Because that is, at the end of it all, what Belle wanted to make happen. Her parents never got the chance to make it to Venice, but Belle did. And for all the crap life threw at her, for all the things that she never wanted to do were done by her, she made it when she was nineteen. She had to scratch and claw her way through begging on the street and doing more things she didn't want to: favors for men, more begging on the street, and even thievery, but she found a job. It was at a high-end restaurant, to which she had to...[i]acquire[/i] a dress for work. There she served. This seemed to be a common thing in her life. Serving others who are richer than her, who have a nicer roof over their heads than her. She began to grow intensely bitter until she met one man. His eyes were an odd shade of brown, almost auburn and even red in certain lights. She couldn't tell if he was Italian or foreign but the way he carried herself gave her a bit of..something she hadn't felt in a really long time. Calamity. For weeks, this man, who she would come to know was named Silas Blackwell. Silas would come to be one of her regulars and every day just before the daily lunch rush but clearly after they started serving lunch, he would always order the same thing: Bigole in Salsa and Ricotta Crustini. Two separate dishes but always every day and what was strange is he always gave [i]her[/i] a tip specifically. But there was something about the way this man carried himself. He seemed deeply interested in Belle herself, not what she had to offer, not the favors she could give him. But just Belladonna Contarini, the woman. So they became closer than any patron and waitress probably would be. Her job was risked every time he came around because she would be the worst waitress ever. All her time would be spent talking to him and hearing about his travels. For the few weeks she got to see him, he'd say he was on vacation from his job. When asked, he just said "Import and Export of rare goods". Right, because that wasn't shady. She didn't know what that really meant until one day 9 months later. After those initial few weeks, Belle found herself not just without the man who had captivated her, saying he had to return or else the entire underworld would fall apart without him. She thought that meant in a metaphorical sense. She sensed that he was either Italian or Greek, so maybe he was just very religious. It wasn't until she was in the last few months of her pregnancy with her beloved Georgina Janel, that Belle understood. Her Silas Blackwell was actually Pluto, Roman God of the Underworld. He made sure to spend the last few months with Belle. Even in the months prior, he always managed to help her. She lived in a nice villa, had a full staff and many sevants to help her. And she had a steady amount of income flowing in. When she couldn't do her job at the restaurant, that's when it all came flowing in. Always by Silas. He wanted her to know. Everytime she thought of Silas Blackwell...no, [i]Pluto[/i], a smile crept on her face. And it was during those months she knew he was taking care of her and then the months he would [i]live[/i] with her, she understood a few things (and a few others Pluto let her know).[/hider] [hider=The Tragedy of Georgina Janel] Trigger Warnings: Death, sickness Mama really loved Papa. [i]My[/i] Papa, not Michel's, not Paolo's - by [i]mine[/i]. She always told me what he meant to her. Silas Blackwell, as she knew him, she always told me the stories that she could [i]when[/i] she could. When I was born, she said Pluto stayed for as long as he could. I have vague childhood memories of him. Smooth hair. Deep green eyes. The silky smooth voice whenever he would call me by my full name. I remember he had a way of making the whole world revolve around you. Around me. Around Mama. I think I was four when I saw him last. I don't know if he was around every day...memories from that time are a little fuzzy on account I was just a toddler, but the day he left, something changed in Mama. Not long after, she met a man. A business type. Really arrogant and rich, but Mama didn't love Matteo. I knew she didn't because she rarely smiled. Matteo had two sons of his own: Michelangelo and Pablo. Michel and I bonded too quickly for Pablo's liking. That or he hated that I didn't like him one bit. Pablo and Michel were twins, so maybe that's why he got so fucking butthurt. Not my problem, bud. Well anyway, for three more years, mama and Matteo remained married, but then she got sick. Like really sick. Even with doctors and all-around care and all the money Matteo Russo could throw at these doctors, nothing could be done. It's been so long, but I think she died shortly after I left for Camp Jupiter. Or well that's not exactly true. I left when she did. Look, I can't explain it, but when she died, I found myself in a different location than where I was living. I was only ten years old when this was happening but I was in some castle. It felt hot but not the kind of hot that would rip my flesh off nor the kind of hot that was unbearable. It was an odd, mystical kind of hot. I was surrounded by skeletons and...little three-headed puppies. They tackled me immediately, licking me. There was a larger one just watching. Not sure if it was watching with joy because of its...puppies were embracing me or watching [i]me[/i] to see if I was her next lunch. Suffice to say, I wasn't because I heard an all-too-familiar voice say my name. "Georgina! La mia bellissima figlia!" A gesture so simple. He said my name and immediately, I could remember being three again. I was in Venice, mama held me in her arms while papa rowed on a boat. It was under a cloudless sky and the moon was brighter than ever. In that moment, I could also hear another voice but I never could figure out who it was. They were protecting me in a warm light. Was it Papa? Or someone else. That memory had always been so foggy, but hearing it...I couldn't help it. I ran to him, hugging him. Mama was here too. She stood while I gave Papa the tightest hug I could muster. My hair making a mess of his silk robe. Mama joined us and it was the best memory I could ever ask for. The best gift I could ask for...but it was bittersweet. I could leave anytime I wanted but...Mama couldn't. This was a grim truth that we all understood. I didn't want to accept it, but at least...Atleast Belladonna Cantarini was able to spend one more night with Pluto, her Silas, before he laid her soul to rest. The highest of honors that the God of the Underworld could bestow upon souls that come to him. And in the moments that followed, he began to explain to me what will happen. He told me who he really was and...maybe I have always known. He told me about where I will be going and how he would take me as far as he could. Camp Jupiter was going to be my new home. It wouldn't be easy, he expressed that but life for me so far has always been difficult. I have learned how to survive harsh realities and truths and environments. Pluto didn't have to worry about that. "Good. You are truly my daughter, someone who isn't afraid of the unknown." And then he presented me with three gifts. The first and most important was a necklace with his sigil. It was made from Stygian Iron. "Take this and if you ever feel in danger, press the circle and it will protect you." Hindsight, I would need it my first year and it was a short sword that pulsed black. The second was peace of mind. A matter-of-fact that all I need to do is call upon him and he will send me signs and help. It's a father's duty, after all. And the last thing was a confirmation: "You hear another voice and you know it is watching over you. You will know who that is within a year." And little did I know it, Papa was right. He set me off to Oakland Hills. I was eleven when he finally said his first round of goodbyes. I was among some other demigods and the journey through that tunnel [i]would[/i] have been one of the scariest things I've experienced, but I had to live through not knowing my father, losing my mother, only liking my step-brother Michel, and then having to say goodbye to Papa again. A little darkness, being raised for a month by a big ass wolf, and then having to endure ten years of hell from Camp Jupiter's worst. I would end up being placed in the Second Cohort. That, apparently, was a good thing because it meant I was one below the highest rank. And what Papa said came true. In the year, when I was enduring and showing a bit of clever skill with strategy, not only did I earn some favors from those in my Cohort and from my own sister of the first Cohort, but one night during the summer, after the end of my first year, the voice presented herself to me. "Tch, took you long enough. But I gotta give you credit. This camp isn't for the weak and you managed to survive. Well done." It was at that moment, I found out that not all the Gods will be your friend. Still, Diana. The goddess who was with me since...well, for as long as I can remember. She acknowledged me. The Goddess of the Hunt. A few years later, on my 14th birthday, she would reward me for making it that far with a two weapons: An archer's bow and a rope so strong that it can even withstand blows from the sharpest iron and steel. I would fuse that rope with my pugio. In my training, my skills with the Rope Knife became so great, I earned the nickname "Gigi Knifeedge" for my swift accuracy. I never did make centurion or Praetor. A part of me was fucking bummed because that would have been cool, but honestly, that also sounded like a lot of fucking responsibility that I did NOT want. So I was more than content with my ten years of required service and happily retired to New Rome. It was perfect before I officially retired, I spent a summer with Papa. And of course, I got to see Mama again. It was perfection. Three months of just...being able to say my goodbyes. I have used my powers to talk to her. I couldn't ever let go and I won't do that completely, but she's right. One of the last things she told me. "Mi amore, you'll always have me here - nel tuo cuore. In your heart. I'll be with you always." And I understood what she meant. It's time to stop summoning her for nightly chats when training got too hard. That was hard but I had to accept it. I just had to. To help me make peace with it, Papa gifted me one final thing: a hellhound puppy. A stray from the pack. [i]She[/i] was small and just slightly disformed, but she was perfect. Gigi would love and cherish her. As it would happen, Lucia would protect her mother with her life. This might be the last time I will be with my mama and papa again until I venture to the Underworld for my final send-off. When that will be, who knows? I just know for as long as I can, I will make the most of my new life. At 21, I leave the Underworld, go to New Rome, and hell yeah, be the best roomie my big sis, Sabina could ever ask for! Oh and her Rex just got a new friend! [/hider] [/indent] [center][hr][hr][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/432f7aea464e90ae710c4b52e1980c89/ccd991fbcce18a3c-70/s400x600/d676e58ffee0204e89e2276d37ed6d75292a986b.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Godly Parent:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent][url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d6/4d/a1/d64da1fa206f5c938297321aa572081d.jpg]Pluto, Roman God of the Dead and Riches, and Lord of the Underworld[/url][/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Relationship to Godly Parent:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]In direct contrast of her sister, Gigi's relationship with Pluto is supremely more positive and involved. She loves her father and he loves her. She knows he'll always be there for her when she needs him (as much as Pluto can, at least). That's all the comfort that she needs.[/indent] [color=9966cc][b]Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:[/b][/color] [indent]🔪 [color=9966cc][i]Necromancy[/i][/color] — Gigi, being the daughter of Pluto, is able to command the dead. She can take recently passed souls (within 90 hours of passing) and raise them up into inanimate objects such as suits of armor, or simply as skeletons from graves, and she can command them to do what she wants them to. In her Camp Jupiter days, she would use them in battle, on quests, during training, or really in any combat situation; in recent times, however, they have become her slaves. Cleaning slaves, that is. Her home with Sabina is big. It's a glorified mansion, so it takes a lot of cleaning. That's a lot of time to devote to such a thing and it's time that Gigi simply doesn't have. Thankfully, she and Sabina can summon their own souls and get the job done twice as quickly. #worksmarternotharder Gigi can summon up to ten if she's focusing, otherwise she five would suffice. And they can be taken out with a focused strike or some middle-of-the-ground spell. 🔪 [color=9966cc][i]Umbrakinesis[/i][/color] — Darkness has always been in Gigi's life. For as long as she could remember, it's been one of her main comforts. And now, she can command it. She can wield in ways that protect her like wrapping herself in it, concealing her presence from others (only those of the Underworld would be able to detect her or those with a heightened sense of things). She can also use it in offensive means like knives and bolts of darkness. Her preferred method, however, are tendrils of darkness. They spawn from the shadows when she points at a direction. They are thin but deadly and with pointy edges that can pierce flesh and crack marble. When focused, ten can come to her aid but five is at any given moment. In this case, it is concentration that is key. Distract her and they will lose half their effectiveness including sharpness.[indent]🔪 [color=9966cc][i]Shadow Travel[/i][/color] — There exists an ability among those of the Underworld the ability to open up a door or a road to and from the underworld. Not all are able to use it, but those who are, vary in effectiveness. Some can move hoards of allies through without any issue or even a small battalion of soldiers. Gigi, as unfortunate as it might be for a daughter of Pluto, is not such a case. She can, however, open up a door and provide safe passage for herself and three others, ensuring no harm came to them while she held the path open. Doing this does tire her out for a week, so whenever she decides to venture into the underworld (often to visit her Papa), she makes sure she has nothing planned for a week (unless Pluto wants to send her away for whatever reason).[/indent]🔪 [color=9966cc][i]Geokinesis[/i][/color] — Gigi has shown the ability to move the earth, create stone of black and hurl them at opponents. She can cause fissures in the ground (similiar to the same effect of a minor aftershock of a 4.0 earthquake or lower). Her control isn't absolute like her father's nor catastrophic like other demis of her ilk, but she is quite capable of handling herself with earth. 🔪 [color=9966cc][i]Chrimatakinesis (limited)[/i][/color] — Because of her father being a god of wealth as well, Gigi is able to manipulate wealth to the extent of being able to tell real money from fake money, barter in shops as long as it relates to cash exchanges, and surprisingly, she's kind of a wiz at math. Go figure, huh? [indent]🔪 [color=9966cc][i]Ferrokinesis (limited to precious metals)[/i][/color] — As an extension, Gigi can summon rare and precious metals and gemstones from the earth or even turn regular metals into gemstones as long as the properties are similar enough (i.e turning coals into diamonds, corundum into rubies and sapphires). This is noted by her collection of metals and minerals.[/indent]🔪 [color=9966cc][i]Death Sense[/i][/color] — Less of a power and more of a feeling, Gigi has always been able to tell when someone's soul is about pass through the river and into her father's domain. It's been with her for as long as she can remember. It started when she was really young and when her Mama was sick. She could tell her mama's time was coming soon. And because she can't turn it on or off, it's tied directly to her empathy and when it happens - when death comes and takes a life naturally - she [i]feels[/i] it in her soul. Deep depression overtakes her and almost makes her catatonic. The side effect of it being the only ability she has that she has zero control over.[/indent] [color=9966cc][b]Legacy:[/b][/color] [indent][url=https://ew.com/thmb/wiZr_C0xm6EJTVaOdl4aHDneoGc=/1500x0/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/the-huntsman-winters-war-99fb19152db34605a16ff09ace16079c.jpg]Diana, Roman Goddess of the Hunt, Woodlands, the Moon, and Childbirth.[/url][/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Legacy Abilities:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]🔪 [color=9966cc][i]Enhanced Hunting[/i][/color] — Gigi is an expert tracker and hunter, knowing where to strike an animal and how to find it should she need to. She even rivals the Huntresses of Diana (of which Diana has stated Gigi has an open invitation should she ever desire it). 🔪 [color=9966cc][i]Knifemanship[/i][/color] - Gigi knows how to use a knife and knows how to use it well. Given that the knife/pugio is her preferred weapon, she can use it with an absolute mastery of skill. She knows how to use other types of knives, daggers, and even very short swords if given enough time. 🔪 [color=9966cc][i]Enhanced Vision[/i][/color] - Gigi's ability to see far exceeds that of a normal demigod. It ties in with her ability to hunt and hunt well. She can see nearly two miles ahead of her when she focuses and about a mile ahead of her when she isn't.[/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Cohort:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Second Cohort.[/indent] [color=9966cc][sub][b]Position in the Legion:[/b][/sub][/color] [indent]Never went past seasoned grunt. Gigi wasn't built for that kind of responsiblity.[/indent] [color=9966cc][b]Fatal Flaw:[/b][/color] [indent]Crippling and Isolating Empathy — To sum it up, Gigi hold a deep empathy for life. She feels the weight that the loss of life brings into the world. If it's someone she knows, it's a danger to her own life, but the general loss of life: an animal, a fellow demigod, or even nature itself, she feels it so intensely that it sends her into an emotional catatonic state of depression. One that makes her isolate herself from her friends, from her family, from everyone that wants to help her. It's her version of the manic stage of Bipolar: where she has her highs, she has her lows and the lows happen every time death comes. [/indent] [color=9966cc][b]Weapons:[/b][/color] [indent]🔪 [url=https://i.imgur.com/vDXfQQl.png]Corda Degli Inferi[/url] [sub](Rope of the Underworld)[/sub] — A highly durable rope made from rendered down stygian iron into a mix of fabric and iron that can easily attach itself to the bottom of any small projectile. In its dormant form, it takes the form of a onyx-colored bracelet with green jewels around it.[indent]🔪 [url=https://i.imgur.com/1fVNnVt.jpeg]Pugio Rope Knife[/url] — Gigi's preferred weapon of choice. It is forged from Imperial Gold. Specifically, she pairs her underworld rope with it to utilize both in the same way of a rope knife, but the difference here is instead of having a hold of the knife and twirling around (which she also does), she launches it similar to Scorpion from Mortal Kombat. Her bracelet acts as the anchor in which it is launched from.[/indent]🔪 [url=https://i.imgur.com/AsqQBaO.jpeg]Stygian Iron Gladius[/url] — The perfect fusion of her Roman heritage and underworld ties, Gigi's preferred close-quarters weapon is a gladius. The double-edged nature works in her nature because she trained herself to utilize it with minimal recoil. Unlike the common gladius (and most roman weapons) being made from Imperial Gold, Gigi's Gladius was forged from Stygian Iron, making giving it a black hue with a silver sheen. [/indent] [color=9966cc][b]Misc Information:[/b][/color] [indent]🔪 Not only can Gigi speak fluent Latin due to her Roman heritage, but she speaks fluent Italian (all dialects) thanks to her being born in Italy. As a result of this, as well, Gigi's voice has a deep quality to it, but with an italian accent 🔪 Gigi might have an undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder 🔪 Her favorite colors are crimson red, periwinkle purple, lavender, and black 🔪 Her favorite flowers are orchids and poppys 🔪 She is a big fan of old school romance movies like Cassanova, modern horror like Get Out and Insidious, and pretty much all 80s coming of age movies by John Hughes. Honorable mention to Edge of Seventeen. 🔪 Her favorite genre is "badass female rock", meaning bands like The Pretty Reckless, Halstorm, and Evanescence. She also loves solo artists like Ariana Grande, Rihanna, K. Flay, and Bishop Briggs 🔪 Gigi's happy place is in the forest/woods. Whenever she wants to decompress or just get away from everything, she likes to camp out there for a week. [indent]🔪 Alternatively, she Shadow Travels to the underworld to spend a week with Papa.[/indent]🔪 Her love language is spending time with those she loves 🔪 If you want to help her feel better, cook for her. Or let her cook. Honestly, food is another love language regardless. She really loves food and especially pasta. Authentic Venetian pasta is superior to anything else 🔪 Loves to party and socialize with everyone and anyone! Any chance she gets to show off a new fit that she got from the underworld or some trips she made to Milan. Fashion is important to her 🔪 Owns a [url=https://cdnmedia.endeavorsuite.com/images/organizations/e3f90816-1af7-4a00-8216-159ccdd86b87/Yamaha%20Cruiser%20Motorcycles/Triangele_YamahaCruiserMotorcyclesHR.jpg?v=1526926742524]Yamaha Cruiser Motorcycle[/url] that has been outfitted with a Stygian Iron framework, allowing to be used as a catalyst for Shadow Travel. 🔪 Has a year old Hellhound named [url=https://i.redd.it/t5k0bk43s5je1.jpeg]Lucia[/url]. She is very fond of Sabina's Rex. 🔪 Smells like incense, dry soil, agarwood, and wildflowers. 1.) [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaXb_ahdCJI]War is a Siren[/url] 2.) [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/55/RWS_Tarot_15_Devil.jpg]The Devil is the cooliest[/url] 3.) Nyx is best. End of story. [/indent][/color] [/hider]