[hider=callista drakonis.][color=#2e2c2c].
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[cell][color=2e2c2c]....................................................[/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/V1Ggu85.jpeg[/img]

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[sub][color=cb6583][b]D A U G H T E R[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=cb6583][b]O F[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=cb6583][b]D I O N Y S U S[/b][/color]
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[color=cb6583]21     [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color]     female     [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color]     pansexual[/color]
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[color=cb6583][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  brunette[/color]
[color=cb6583][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  dark mahogany[/color]
[color=cb6583][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  5' 6"[/color]
[color=cb6583][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  slender, near petite[/color]
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[color=cb6583][b]A B I L I T I E S[/b][/color]
[color=9b9b9b][b]alcohol manipulation[/b][/color] - [i]Callista can create, shape, and transmute alcohol and all related substances. She can ferment moisture into wine, alter its potency, or infuse it with emotion. She plucks grapes like candy from a vine, permeating the structure of the fruit with her intention, weaving threads of tangible emotion and spinning madness or ecstasy through, like sugar through a vintage. She can similarly dip her fingers or whisper against a vessel to influence its contents to sway towards the unhinged, as if spelling words of lunacy aloud. Callista can enhance the 'aging' of particular liquids within certain parameters of wine (she has not attempted such on liquors to alter the yeast contents or certain hops found in various brews), accelerating typical, lengthy processes into mere minutes. Unbalanced emotions and natures will churn out bitter and unpredictable results; her emotional state is reflected in the chalice that is either too full or not enough, and hardly ever satisfied.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]cure/induce madness[/b][/color] - [i]She can touch the mind and tilt its balance, pushing it toward either chaos or clarity. Akin to the wine or spirit that mortals indulge, that trickling sensation of inhibition that sluices through the body, the primal core of all creation thrumming to life as barriers crumble and reasons wither. Divine mania is a drug, a sensation, and Callista can amplify the finest threads of impulsivity as if red strings of fate woven about a heart. Through dance, song, and touch, she inspires laughter; conversely, she can also absorb one's insanity of unhinged emotions. Drinking them as a ravenous creature would consume flesh, madness, a poison that corrodes through her soul, and festers into the risk of contaminating Callista's reasoning of self-preservation. She tastes the storm of their colliding thoughts, understanding the lurking void of delirium that many would prefer to hide.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]ecstasy manipulation[/b][/color] - [i]The ability to heighten or suppress sensory and emotional experiences, blurring the line between pain and pleasure, fear and joy. Callista feeds on emotions, her palate of taste refined and euphoric, her sin of gluttony near unforgiving in search of rapturous enticements and aspects. She can floor and flood through one's lingering desires, their experiences artfully woven and wed to her whims and behaviors, prying carefully into latent wants that remain clouded and unknown. Intensity knows her name and signature aura, the utterance of her impression that dances over the borders of mortal nature to kneel before her void of hunger. Every emotion is a refined taste that blooms as saturated colors across her tongue and mind.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]vine manipulation[/b][/color] - [i]Callista can animate, grow, and shape vines and floral life, channeling both beauty and peril with a pulsating thought that hinges on her emotional affairs. Ivy coils and wisteria blooms, potted plants crawling and flicking, lashing out or quivering in ecstasy as if slaves to a hidden song. They cradle over her hands and entangle through her hair and wilt easily if she is confined or repressed.[/i]

[color=cb6583][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=9b9b9b][b]emotional empathy & influence[/b][/color] - [i]She feels the emotions of those around her, tastes them upon her lips as she would taste the intricacies of wine, and easily deciphers them.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]charisma[/b][/color] - [i]Callista has a natural magnetism; part glamor, part authenticity. She inspires art, laughter, and rebellion.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]controlled chaos[/b][/color] - [i]Her father’s blood makes her adaptable. Callista can thrive in unpredictability and branch outward from routine and uniformity; she needs no plan and wouldn't abide by one anyhow.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]resilient[/b][/color] - [i]As the daughter of divine ecstasy, she can endure extremes of duress, pain, and fear. Callista dances close to divine madness and returns each time, hungry for more.[/i]

[color=cb6583][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=9b9b9b][b]emotional volatility[/b][/color] - [i]Her moods are rippling tides in a vast ocean, stones plunked into their surface creating waves that crash against uncertain shores where powers spiral, and emotional equilibrium evades her.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]addictive personality[/b][/color] - [i]Pleasure, love, risk, sensation. Callista chases all of them with abandon, feels as if eternally starved of their fulfillment. The line of ecstasy and self-destruction wavers thin and delicate, where a trap awaits to intoxicate herself and others beyond repair. [/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]control[/b][/color] - [i]Stillness frightens her, control exposes her, for what is she, who is she, without the rush of emotion and the indulgences that have defined her being.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]isolation[/b][/color] - [i]She’s drawn to people but rarely lets them truly see her. A genuine connection, the very thing she craves, is the thing she endangers.[/i]

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[color=cb6583][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[b]enigmatic [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] charming [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] playful [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] ravenous[/b]

[color=cb6583][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]
Callista was meant to die young.

Her mortal heart, too frail to bear the divine madness meant to be worn over her brow as a crown of ivy and gold, her birth a painful revelation to Helena Drakonis, who labored for hours and hours, till dawn broke and Callista came into the world pink and squalling, born too early. Though the child of a God, there was a perishable frailty to her daughter, something she would later blame upon the unhinged beckoning of her own vices that made her not as a mother should be. 

Perhaps it was then, the brush with near death, that wove a love of life into Callista's endeavors, where she learned to be as she was meant to, despite the cowl of death that loomed eternal over her sparkling eyes and warmth. Unforgiving and careless, garbed in silk, leather, and lace, accented in gold and glass, asymmetrical layers and textures, tantalizing to the senses, she covets so dearly. She danced barefoot through the gardens of her youth, among the vineyards where her mother once worked as a sommelier who loved to paint in lush hues, who struggled with the loneliness that marred her life after love burned her through and through and wasted away to ash on her hands. When she painted, years later, it was in charcoal that ruined the carpets, the walls, that marred the surface of every once-upon-a-time story that she uttered to Callista, who found the coiling madness of her mother's affections worn onto her skin as bubbling spirits that tasted bitter and rotten. 

She tried to fix her, she did. She tried to weave joy into her soul, tried to brew happiness in a bottle- one after the other, in glass she poured her hopes and dreams, and Helena drank them till bone dry and shattered. Yet still she mourned and lamented, and still she crushed black dust onto white canvases and carved out the eyes that damned her life many years ago in a smoke-filled room. Callista still tried, though, tried to make her forget, tried to laugh and dance, tried to peel away the brewing insanity that carved thick through Helena's spirit, the touch of the divine woven too chaotically into her very core. When she dug too deep, when she inhaled that chaos and hate and feasted on her rage, something within snapped and withered as if a vine stretched taut, a cord that then frayed and scattered, taking with it the last of Helena Drakonis' mind.

She dies a year later; they say she laughed the entire time.

Callista says it was she who killed her. Her father says it was fate.

He spoke to her sometimes in whispered riddles, of war, of festival ruin, and song. Blessed madness, he said, announcing her strengths and defiance against the world that would seek to temper and control, to confine and cage where she was meant to be free and wild, untamed and perhaps crazed, fated to feast and ravage. At first, she thought her mother's madness had somehow become her own, for a voice always and often lingered therein, echoing into the chasm of her thoughts. It is not doting, and it is not kind; it's mania poured betwixt her ears and addling her thoughts, it's hunger sunk into her belly, it's insanity always known and felt through every step she takes.

And it's a path that leads to a camp in need of something more.

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[center][color=cb6583][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=807B84]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=9b9b9b]#cb6583[/color] [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=cb6583][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=807B84]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=9b9b9b]sophie thatcher[/color] [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=cb6583][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=807B84]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=9b9b9b]Rockette[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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[hider=theron vale.][color=#2e2c2c].
.[/color]
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[cell][color=2e2c2c]....................................................[/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/n7rNXxc.jpeg[/img]

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[sub][color=5c6d72][b]S O N[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=5c6d72][b]O F[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=5c6d72][b]A R T E M I S[/b][/color]
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[color=5c6d72]22     [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color]     male     [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color]     bisexual[/color]
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[color=5c6d72][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  brunette[/color]
[color=5c6d72][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  blue-green/ sometimes gold[/color]
[color=5c6d72][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  5' 11"[/color]
[color=5c6d72][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  slim, athletic[/color]
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[color=5c6d72][b]A B I L I T I E S[/b][/color]
[color=9b9b9b][b]animal shapeshifting[/b][/color] - [i]Theron can assume the form of beasts sacred to Artemis; dog, stag, bear, or serpent. Each transformation takes a physical toll on his body and mind, and sometimes it is difficult to separate the beast from the man in prolonged states.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]superior huntsman[/b][/color] - [i]He possesses perfect tracking through scent, sound, and instinct, even in complete darkness or illusions. His critical eye and observant habits also incline him to decipher intention through analyzing the temperaments of others, breaking down their habits and inclinations through incredible detail.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]speak with animals[/b][/color] - [i]Theron understands and speaks with any living animal, from birds to wolves to insects. The communication is not verbal but emotional, using imagery, sensations, and instincts to influence them through respect, never coercion. It's as if his senses meld seamlessly with their own, a connection forged much easily than he could ever perform with a human.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]heal animals[/b][/color] - [i]He can mend wounds, cure poison, or ease pain in animals through touch. Theron transfers vitality from his own life force, where healing costs him energy and stamina. He can also ease the passing of dying creatures peacefully, guiding their spirits to rest. Each act is physically taxing, if not emotionally draining, with his connection to animal life.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]weapons master[/b][/color] - [i]He is agile and precise, trading brute force for grace. Theron is adept with all forms of weaponry, despite feeling more at home in animal skin, preferring claws over swords, and fangs over arrows.[/i]

[color=5c6d72][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=9b9b9b][b]precise[/b][/color] - [i]His awareness and focus are unparalleled. He never misses a target, physical or emotional. Theron can analyze, adapt, and survive in almost any situation.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]calm[/b][/color] - [i]Nothing rattles him. Where others panic, he moves with cold clarity, making him a natural leader in a crisis.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]loyalty & integrity[/b][/color] - [i]He values honor and balance — the sanctity of life. A protector of the innocent, even if too rigid and unyielding where mercy and pragmatism collide.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]balance[/b][/color] - [i]Theron has learned to coexist with his primal instincts, rather than suppress them. He can channel animal rage or fear into tactical advantage, becoming more aware, faster, and stronger without losing control.[/i]

[color=5c6d72][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=9b9b9b][b]emotional detachment[/b][/color] - [i]That calm that makes him a perfect hunter also makes him emotionally distant, incapable of expressing affection or vulnerability. Naturally, he pushes people away.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]loneliness[/b][/color] - [i]Theron doesn't quite know how to belong; social interactions unnerve him.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]duty[/b][/color] - [i]He takes responsibility for everyone, but never for himself. Theron is terrified of giving in to his primal urges (rage, desire, love) because he thinks that would betray Artemis’ vows.[/i]

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[color=5c6d72][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[b]reserved [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] quiet [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] observant [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] moral[/b]

[color=5c6d72][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]
They say he was not born, but made. 

Found in the forest beside a doe, covered in blood, they whispered him as a feral babe, but someone else uttered that he was [i]balance[/i], designed to protect, forged to trek through the dark and the light, under the sun and the moon- betwixt man and beast. 

Made as a weapon. One day meant to test the hostile nature of mortal and divine alike.

Theron has little memory of his youth, even less of where he actually comes from. If there is a home, he knows it not, and instead recalls footsteps in the snow and arrows that never miss. Calloused palms and silver-lined eyes, a gentleness perhaps only capable of a mother, and the stern whisper of a father.  

Over the years, he has been traded through the system, from foster family to foster family, where he was known to wander and vanish for days, returning wild and golden-eyed, igniting fear and suspicion. Whispers cantered after his likeness, and rumors ruined his future, where he finally aged out and was left to the woods, where he would often disappear to as a queerly quiet child who never cried. 

It's some years later that Theron shows up at camp, guided by silver light, as a hunting hound that bays at the moon as if finally having found what he's been missing.

What he has been hunting all along.

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[center][color=5c6d72][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=807B84]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=9b9b9b]#5c6d72[/color] [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=5c6d72][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=807B84]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=9b9b9b]timothee chalamet[/color] [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=5c6d72][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=807B84]|[/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=9b9b9b]Rockette[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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