Tyler Hartley | 24 | Male | Aphrodite Successor

Sexuality: Gay

Power: Illusions

Weapon: Mirror (A pink and gold victorian hand mirror with a filigree design)

Appearance:
Tyler stands at 6’1”. He is handsome, and he knows it. He’s got blond hair he actually puts effort into styling (even if he pretends he doesn’t), bright blue eyes, clear skin, and a lean, athletic build he keeps up with regular workouts and a bit of vanity. His features are sharp and naturally photogenic. He’s the kind of person who somehow looks good in pictures without trying… except he absolutely is trying.

His style is clean, fashionable, and just a little extra. Fitted clothes, nice jackets, jewelry, anything that makes him look put together without screaming that he spent an hour picking it out. He’s always at least a little groomed, and there’s usually some kind of skincare or subtle makeup involved. Pink is his favorite color, and he’ll find a way to work it into his look one way or another.

Personality:
Tyler is charming, flirty, and a little full of himself, but in a way that usually works for him. He knows how to get attention and keep it, and he’s very aware of how people see him. Being online as an influencer and trying to break into acting means he’s basically always “on,” even when he doesn’t realize it.

He’s funny, a bit dramatic, and good at talking his way out of uncomfortable situations. If something actually gets to him, he’s way more likely to joke about it or flirt his way past it than deal with it directly. Tyler’s first instinct is usually to talk his way through a problem rather than listen to someone else. He likes being admired. He kind of needs it, but would never admit that out loud.

Underneath all that, he’s more insecure than he lets on. He worries that people only care about how he looks and not who he is, but at the same time, he leans into that because it works. It’s easier to be wanted than to risk being known and rejected. He’s not a bad person, though. He can be thoughtful and genuinely kind when he wants to be. He just doesn’t always know how to stop putting on the act everyone expects.

Short Bio:

Tyler built his life around being seen. Online, he’s a beauty influencer with a decent following. He posts skincare, fashion, the occasional acting clip, and photos that definitely took more effort than he claims. He’s not famous, but he’s known enough that people recognize him sometimes, and yeah, he enjoys that.

What he really wants, though, is to be an actor. Not just someone people look at, but someone people actually take seriously. So far, that hasn’t exactly worked out. Most of the attention he gets is about his appearance, and it’s starting to feel like that’s all anyone sees.

Even before everything changed, Tyler was good at reading people. He knew what they liked, what they wanted, and how to give them just enough of it to keep their attention. He thought it was just instinct.

Then everything went wrong.

It was a brand launch. Fancy venue, free drinks, good lighting, a bunch of influencers competing for the spotlight. Normal for him. He was filming, posting, doing his thing… and then things started feeling off. He couldn’t explain why at first.

Then someone screamed.

The “guests” weren’t guests. They were Sirens. And once they stopped pretending, everything just… collapsed. They started singing, and their voices got into people’s heads, pulled them in. People weren’t even running, they were walking toward them like they wanted to.

Tyler almost did too.

What happened next felt like a dream. A voice introduced itself as Aphrodite, explained far too casually that the Titans were trying to escape, informed him that he had been chosen as her Successor, and instructed him to find the others and trust his intuition.

Then he was back at the event, mirror in hand, with powers he somehow understood despite having no idea what was happening. When he looked into the mirror, it wasn’t just his reflection. It was… more than that. Like he could see what people wanted.

When one of the Sirens came for him, he panicked and used the mirror without really knowing how. The mirror flashed, and the Siren just stopped. Like it got caught in an illusion only it could see.

That pause was enough for him to get out.

After that, nothing made sense anymore.

Now he can create illusions. Specifically, things people want to see. Their heart’s desire, their true love, the most beautiful version of themselves… It’s useful, but it’s also… a lot. Way more personal than he’s comfortable with.

Being chosen by Aphrodite should feel like a compliment. Honestly, part of him still thinks it is. But the more he uses it, the more he realizes this isn’t just about looking good or getting attention. Now he’s stuck dealing with gods, monsters, and a future he never signed up for.

Azalea Opal Aster| 23 | Female | Demeter Successor
Sexuality: Bisexual (with a preference for women)
Power: Plant Manipulation
Weapon: Sickle

Appearance: Azalea is tall (5'7), pretty, fair skinned, and has caramel colored brown eyes. She has a bright, wide smile, dimples, and long red hair that goes just past her shoulders. She's not very aware of how conventionally pretty she is, often thinking her eyes are too big for her face. She doesn't really put that much effort into her appearance and isn't one to wear makeup very often, the occasional mascara pops up sometimes, though.

Her style is simple, bright colors, and very floral. She loves anything flowy and light, loves dresses and anything feminine. She's very much a flower/fairy core type of person in the way that she dresses and really does enjoy looking like she belongs in a forest as Queen of the fairies. She loves pastels, soft fabrics, and anything green (it's her favorite color).

Personality: Azalea is smart, but not all the time. She can be quite airheaded from time to time, despite always having her nose in a book or in some soil. She loves the outdoors, flowers, plants, books, painting, music, and animals. She has a soft spot for children, is compassionate, patient, and kind to a fault. She is not a person to be mean to anyone, or to dislike anyone really (except bullies). She is the light of every room she walks into, but she's also a wallflower to her core. She is not one to initiate conversation, is not very confident in herself, and gets anxiety around large crowds.

She's convinced she is too much, even though she could stand to be so much more. She questions everything she does a thousand times in her head before doing it, will edit and correct herself more often than she should, and shies away from any spotlight placed on her. But when she gets mad (it's rare, but it happens) steer clear, because she gets scary. She is a firm believer in right and wrong, fair justice, fair treatment, and that everyone deserves kindness and respect. She's soft-spoken but her words always carry weight.

Short Bio:
Ever since she was a child, Azalea loved nature and everything about it. She often thought it was just a coincidence, being named literally after nature and then having an affinity for it. She had always been the quiet kid who played with plants, read too many books, and didn't have a whole lot of friends. She much preferred the company of plants and books to people, finding people confusing and tedious. Plants didn't want anything from you but water and sunlight, they didn't leave you when you weren't interesting enough, and they didn't expect you to fill the silence with mindless noise. Azalea could have spent her entire life in the forest, or a greenhouse, anywhere there was foliage and life.

She had gotten a job in a flower shop, with it's own greenhouse or two, and she loved it. Her life was simple, go to work, come home, read a book, go to bed, and then do it all over again. She loved it. She loved her two cats (two female orange cats named Barley and Clove), her three snakes (one Rosy Boa named Rose, ironically enough....a ball python named Sage, and a corn snake named Lemon), and her bearded dragon named Stella. When she wasn't at work or tending to her garden, she was spending time with them. They were her closest friends.

Her life was simple... and then she awakened.

She'd been at work, tending to the flowers in the greenhouse when she had heard a noise outside, it had sounded like a strangled cry. Azalea had walked outside, where a small fountain that flowed into a slightly larger pond sat. The water was acting strangely, taking form...the form of of a woman? It was some sort of human-like figure but with longer, pointier ears. Azalea had read about elves, but they couldn't actually exist. Convinced she was losing her mind, she almost turned back into the greenhouse. But then, it was like her head was splitting open, her vision went blurry for a moment, and she had this cacophony of voices explaining that she was a successor...to the goddess Demeter. Before she could even gather her bearings, her vision cleared and the voice vanished. The small tool in her hand (she'd been using a small, hand tiller to tend to the soil) seemed to transform before her eyes into a slightly larger green sickle and gold sickle.

Azalea wasn't sure what compelled her to jump into action, instinct over thought for sure, but she felt herself lunge forward and slash at the figure with her sickle. The water exploded into a pool and splashed onto the ground, and Azalea stood there panting.

So, that was why she loved plants...why she'd always felt an affinity for them. She remembered looking down at her hands, wondering where her life would lead her now. The voice had told her to find the others, making her believe she wasn't the only one. Had they all randomly awoken with strange weapons like she had? What else about her had changed? Azalea's head swam, what had she just gotten into?

Nikos “Niko” Karalis | 25 | Male | Ares Successor
Sexuality: Bisexual
Power: Super Strength & Protector’s Wrath
Appearance: Niko is broad-shouldered and visibly athletic, with the look of someone who has spent more time in gyms, back alleys, and late-night shifts than anywhere polished or comfortable. He has dark hair usually worn messy or cropped short, bruised knuckles more often than not, and an intensity in his eyes that makes him look angrier than he usually means to. His style is practical: hoodies, boots, worn jackets, gym clothes, and anything he can move in.

His spear appears as an ancient bronze weapon with a dark iron core, the haft wrapped in red-brown leather. It is not elegant or ornamental. It looks old, brutal, and purposeful, like something made to draw a line in the dirt and dare the world to cross it.

Personality:
Niko is young, hot-blooded, and too quick to take a threat personally, especially when someone vulnerable is involved. He has a temper and a dangerous instinct to answer fear with violence, but beneath that anger is a genuinely good heart. He is protective to the point of recklessness, the sort of person who steps between a stranger and danger before he has had time to think about whether he can win.

He does not see himself as heroic. If anything, he is afraid that the worst parts of him are the truest. Being chosen by Ares has only made that fear worse. Niko wants to protect people, but he also knows there is a part of him that enjoys the moment when he finally stops holding back. His struggle is not learning how to fight. It is learning when to stop.

Short Bio:
Niko grew up in a working-class home where being strong was useful long before it was admirable. He was the kid who got into fights for other people, the teenager teachers called “trouble” even when he was defending someone else, and the young man who learned to take a punch before he learned how to explain himself. As an adult, he works around a local boxing gym and takes security jobs when money is tight, quietly looking out for younger kids and vulnerable people who remind him too much of himself.

He has always had a particular hatred for men who use fear, size, or power to corner women. It is not a polished belief or something he talks about with noble words. It is simpler and angrier than that. He has seen people look away too many times, heard too many excuses, watched too many threats get dismissed until it was too late. Niko does not look away. Sometimes that has made him a problem. Sometimes it has made him exactly the problem someone else needed.

His Awakening came after closing time at the gym, when he heard a woman screaming in the alley behind the building. At first he thought it was an ordinary assault and the kind of thing that made his blood turn hot before his thoughts could catch up. Then he saw what was really there.

Harpies.

They clung to the fire escape, the walls, the roof above, all talons and ragged wings and shrieking laughter. One had already dragged the woman to the ground, while the others circled and mocked her panic in voices almost human enough to be worse. Niko did not understand what he was seeing. He only understood that she was terrified, hurt, and alone.

So he ran in.

He fought like an idiot, because that was all he had. Fists, elbows, broken bottles, anything he could grab. He managed to tear one harpy off her, but another opened his side with its claws and a third slammed him hard enough into the wall that something in his ribs gave way. He should have stayed down.

He did not.

When the woman tried to crawl away and one of the harpies dropped toward her, Niko got between them again. Bloody, shaking, barely able to breathe, he still raised his fists.

That was when everything went black.

In the void, a voice like bronze, blood, and thunder spoke to him. It did not praise conquest. It did not ask for cruelty. It told him that war was not always glory, and rage was not always shame. Sometimes war was the hand that closed around a spear because someone had to stand between the predator and the prey.

When Niko woke, no time seemed to have passed. He was back on his feet in the alley, bleeding and shaking, but no longer empty-handed. A spear of ancient bronze and dark iron rested in his grip, and the harpies’ laughter died in their throats.

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Samantha H. Ross ‘Sam’ | 24 | Female | Hephaestus Successor
Sexuality: (She’s genuinely never given it any thought)
Power: Metal Manipulation
Weapon: Hammer
Appearance:
‘Solid’ would be how most people would describe Sam if asked. Squared shoulders, and well muscled arms and legs, she’s built for power and endurance not a sprint. A practical sort with little interest trying to pretend she’s something she’s not, she generally keeps her hair tied back to keep it out of her eyes and work. Her hands are callused and scarred from years of fighting with stuck fittings and rusted bolts, and her forearms carry a burn scar or two from unpleasant encounters with hot engine parts; most notably she’s also missing her right leg just above the knee, though between her prosthetic and the fact she’s never been seen wearing shorts most people are unaware of that.

Clothing-wise she’s usually in jeans, work boots and a t-shirt, all of which are usually grease stained to some degree. If she figures she’s about to get into a job that might get really messy you may see her in a set of coveralls; the last time anyone who knows her saw her in anything ‘nice’ was the thrifted suit she wore to her high school graduation. (She’d never worn or owned a skirt or dress before that and wasn’t about to start then).

Her hammer in many ways is rather unremarkable. A simple one handed cross pien hammer with a flat face on one side of the head and a tapered one on the other side, it is a simple and reliable tool, and yet it is much more. Sam has yet to find anything that can withstand it for long.

Personality: Calm and methodical, Sam would rather do it right the first time than rush things and have to do it again. She’s slow to anger but can be stubborn at times and has been known to hold grudges for quite a while if she felt she was slighted enough. She has a love for all things mechanical, and despite appearances can have remarkably light and deft touch when she needs to.

Short Bio: That Sam was going to grow up to be a ‘grease monkey’ was pretty much a given. Both her parents raced at the local dirt track, and thus both she and her sister grew up in and around the oily, noisy world of motorsport. While she was certainly taught to drive dirt track cars once she was old enough, she never took to it the way her sister did, instead preferring to spend her time in the pits working on engines, transmissions and such pretty much from the time she could hold a wrench and follow directions.

At nine she built her own go cart and by the time she was old enough to (legally) drive she’d rebuilt and sold a handful of cars and motorbikes, and countless smaller motors. It was just shy of her eighteenth birthday when he lost his leg; out on the backroads she took a corner a bit too fast as the bike hit a gravel patch and lost it. Unlike too many her age would’ve been, she was at least wearing proper gear, but no safety gear was going to help her right knee hitting a rock at 80 kmh. That was the first big change in her life, the second was when she ‘Awakened’. She’d been ‘Burning the midnight oil’ as the saying goes, getting her sister’s car ready for an upcoming set of races, working alone in the old barn that was the shop on the family property. Like usual when she’s been on her feet for too long, her stump was starting to bother her, which was a sure sign to call it quits for the night. A sound behind her made her turn around just in time to see a set of shelves, full of parts fall towards her…and a figure obviously pushing said shelves over. Before that could all register though, it all went black and she could smell burning charcoal and hot metal and a voice calling itself Hephaestus spoke to her. It spoke of Successors and Titans and other mad things, but she knew with the same certainty that she knew water was wet and fire hot, that it was all true.

When the world came back, she was pinned under the debris and an indistinct figure stood over her with a sword. “Nothing personal,” They said, aiming to stab her through the heart. “But you’re in the way.” Her eyes fixed on the blade, a thought came to her and the blade crumpled like tin foil as she lashed out with a free hand, that was now holding a hammer. The impact should have shattered her attacker's knee, but they seemed remarkably durable; any further interactions were interrupted by the sound of her rapidly approaching family, drawn by the colossal crash of the falling shelves. She’d looked away from her attacker for an instant when she heard her father shout and in that time they’d vanished.

Lara Kairos | 25 | Female | Successor of Persephone
Sexuality: Lesbian.
Power: Necromancy.
Weapon: Lantern - a bronze hurricane/storm lantern that is always lit. The light glows brighter whenever she has sapped someone's health into it.
Appearance: Lara has black, elbow-length hair that is somewhat wavy, and is usually in a half-up half-down ponytail, or a bun of some sort. Her eyes are dark brown in colour, and have a slight almond, cat-like shape to them, usually with dark brown eyeliner to highlight this. She stands at 5'8'', and has an athletic build with a little bit of muscle. She often stands with a relaxed, confident posture. She has an oval face shape, with slightly wider but not prominent cheekbones, and an overall smooth jawline. Lara has a medium olive skin tone, with a few freckles.
Lara typically wears casual outfits outside of work, jeans, halter tops, t-shirts, that sort of thing, and a leather jacket over top. She favours dark jewel tones, like dark greens, purples, and reds.

Personality: Lara is not easy to get along with. She's confident, but also judgy and sarcastic, not quite able to stop her expression from giving away what she thinks without needing to say anything. She does not care what others think of her, and is very independent, finding it difficult to work with others because she likes to just do what she wants to and everyone else just has to catch up and go along with it. Most of it is a defence. No one can hurt her if she keeps them away, after all. When she's not on her high horse (which is... not often), Lara does secretly have a more friendly side to her that wishes for genuine friends, and especially has a kind, gentle heart towards animals. For those that may grow close to, she will be very protective and loyal, and particularly likes to secretly be affectionate.

Short Bio: The eldest of three siblings, Lara has always felt some pressure to be something, to set an example for her siblings to make something of herself and stand out. That sort of thing just didn't quite pan out for her. Nothing that would be considered prolific enough, such as a doctor, lawyer or even an athlete, called to her. She always felt that something was missing, that there was something for her just out of reach and wasn't quite connecting.

During this time, at about 17, she came out to her closest friend, who then turned on her and hurt her. Lara became quite jaded after this - she already was quite so, but this incident hardened her more. If someone that she'd thought was so close to her could no longer be trusted, then it would just be easier to keep other people at arm's length and keep them from forming any sort of connection with her.

However, it was not long after that that she visited Bradgate Park, in the Midlands of the UK. Aside from feeling a little more relaxed in nature, she also encountered several deer. A herd that stared at her, as if they were watching Lara specifically. Something clicked, something just felt right - more so when a couple of the deer slowly approached her, but were scared off by Lara's siblings running up to her and interrupting the moment before they were close enough for her to touch them.

After this, Lara decided that she wanted to study wildlife conservation. A path that was previously never even a thought, but one that felt right, even if she wasn't sure why.
Although she graduated with a first class degree, she has so far been unable to find a job in the field that she's interested in. For now, she's been working in an office as a receptionist, which she hates and has to fake being nice. At least she'll soon be able to take a leave of absence from the office?

Rhett Payne | 24 | Male | Dionysus Successor
Sexuality: Bisexual
Power: Disguise Self & Voice Mimicry
Weapon: Thyrsus
Appearance: See image. He usually wears purple casual clothing that is slightly too baggy for him.

Personality: Rhett is a very laid back guy. He hardly takes anything seriously, and never has been one to do so either. He finds it very easy to talk to and become friends with others, though his laxness can be quite annoying for those who are more serious about things.

Short Bio: Rhett had a mixed upbringing, as an only child. His parents were both alcoholics, and most of the time if he ever hurt himself (which wasn't very often, he felt) his parents would give him a drink to sort it all out. It was no surprise then, that after barely passing school, he used college as an excuse to party. However college wasn't all bad, due to his poor grades and lack of caring about what to do, he took up performing arts, thinking it would be a free, easy pass. However as he did it, he found he enjoyed it so much, to where you could say it was the first time in his life he took something seriously. He'd perform on stage, and then party after the performances, and he loved it so much that when he finished at college, he went to a performing arts university, where he continued living as he did, ignoring silly little things like paying off his student loans, or getting a job so he didn't have to keep freeloading off his parents. It's a wonder why he's one of the blessed ones, and though he certainly felt like he was somehow special, mainly due to his remarkable ability to put on any voice he wanted, so far, he has not gotten himself into a situation where his powers would finally awaken.

Sexuality: She isn't even sure herself, she's never really had a chance to find out
Power: Divine wisdom/strategy
Weapon: Aegis Shield

Appearance:
Gabriella stands at 5'2". She has wavy, layered dark brown hair- the longest layer sitting just above her elbows. She doesn't really have a typical style for it, her hairstyle of the day more hinges on what she can be bothered doing that day and when it was last washed. She has brown hazel eyes that can look darker in certain settings and light honey skin. Her day to day make-up is typically quite simple- foundation, mascara and natural dark pink lipstick. She'll do a winged eyeliner and neutral eye-shadow on the occasion.

Gabriella has a straighter figure with few curves. In a casual setting, she typically sticks to darker, plainer clothes with pops of colour through jewellery, turtlenecks or long sleeve shirts. She has both of her lobes pierced once. She tends to wear a necklace or 2 rotated through her collection and a lot of rings. She usually sticks to silver jewellery.

Personality:
Everything Gabriella does or says has a marked precision to it, as if she had though through every single option and chose the best. While she doesn't lack warmth or empathy what she does have feels almost strategic rather than out of genuineness. She is hyper observant and seems to notice the tiniest changes and while she might struggle to identify what the shift in your face and body language means she knows when it's different. She is soft-spoken in most settings but when taking charge or talking about something she knows well she has an air about her that demands to be heard. She seems to thrive under pressure and appears calm in the worst crisis. She is very curious and her first instinct is to find answers and learn more- even if it isn;t the best time

Gabriella is very closed and distant emotionally in a way that makes her seem cold. She struggles with being close to people or having an emotional connection, especially her peers. Internally, she doubts herself greatly. She always feels like she could do more or know more. She is so quick to feel responsible for any situation around her and to feel the guilt of its shortcomings. She carries a heavy pressure in everything she does and has a very harsh self-critic that sometimes overflows to judging others. She can be a bit too blunt at times and struggles with discussing emotional topics.

Bio:
Gabriella migrated to America with her parents when she was only 6 months old. Growing up in a close-knit Filipino community and household but in very American social settings she always felt like she was stuck between two worlds. Her mother is a nurse and her father and engineer and they both have always had a good head on their shoulders but Gabriella seemed to have a new level of intelligence altogether.

Gifted is not a new description for Gabriella. She always had an analytical mind, a knack for patterns, lots of questions and a brain that absorbed knowledge like a sponge. She was the kind of intelligent that the Titas and Titos would compare their children to at the handaan. In a community and ethic identity where harmony is a key moral but where there was some form of jealousy or comparison fatigue with most of her cousins Gabriella found herself closer to her older relatives.

Gabriella essentially sped-run school with ease and found herself graduating with her high school diploma at 14 and was quickly identified as an academic prodigy. As someone always drawn to the ancient world, she attended the University of Chicago for a BA in Political Science and Ancient History. Being by far the youngest in her degree and having no real close friends her age Gabriella threw herself into her studies. She joined research projects as an assistant, she overloaded, she did summer semesters. By the end of her BA she had co-authored an undergraduate paper. A perfect storm of dedicated, prodigally young and from a minority background she was approached by multiple universities with offers to do her further education.

At 17 she moved to Cambridge to undertake a MA in Ancient History / Classical Archaeology at Harvard and continued to throw herself into her studies. She worked on a couple of digs and authored her first research article. She graduated her Master's at 20 and continued straight to her PhD. She had written journal articles, ran digs and was lecturing undergraduate classes despite being the same age as most of the students. All she had left to complete her PhD was to complete her dissertation.

The break came 2 months ago. As much as her elders saw her intellect as something of desire they never considered the toll on the girl. Gabriella didn't really have a teenage experience- it was all flung into books and research projects, no real friends or good relationships with people her age and no real breaks. It would be enough to send anyone crazy. She became paranoid, swearing up and down she was being follow an watched, that she was aware of things going bump in the night. Some blamed burnout, some blamed her mind being in constant overdrive, some blamed her lack of anything outside of study but whatever it was she found herself admitted to the psychiatric ward for a psychotic break.

Her awakening came at her first one on one session with the ward's lead psychiatrist. The man she walked in had the figure she swore she had seen following her and lurking around every corner. In that moment she awoke and she knew- the man in front was that figure. A successor of Pallas who'd been awoken. Athena left her one command at the end of her spiel. "Now run". And that's what she did but not at random. She had the ward mentally mapped, she knew where was quietest, how and when the nurses rounded, which one didn't pay quite enough attention and run she did. She was out of the building before the code was called.

She was found by the police hours later in a local library trying to make sense of what had happened. As she was on an involuntary hold they had to take her for reassessment. She begged to go anywhere else and they acquiesced. She was cleared at the alternate facility. She used her break as an excuse for leave from her studies and took up Athena's main request. To find the others like her.

Extra facts:
Pre-awakening Gabriella had a grasp on 7 languages to varying degrees

• English- fully fluent in English
• Tagalog- full understanding but her speaking is intermediate at best- she often responds in English
• Full reading fluency of Latin as learnt in her degree
• intermediate reading of French but extremely basic speaking as needed for her PhD
• Basic reading in German but next to no speaking fluency as needed for her PhD
• Ancient Greek- Intermediate reading only
• Turkish- basic conversational plus a few random phrases she learnt for her archaeological digs