[CHAR] Scion: A modern Odyssey

[Avanhelsing]

Ben Anderson

Name: Ben Anderson

Age: 23

Pantheon: The Pesedjet (Egypt)

Divine Parent: Adopted Son of Osiris Born the Son of Thoth

Appearance: (Ignore the name up top. I stole it from my favorite game.)


History:

Egypt had always been in Benjamin Anderson's blood since long before he was born. His family had been a long line of Egyptologists since when Egyptomania had really caught on in Europe. Unlike many of their peers, the Anderson family had always held a respect for Egypt and her people's history. This respect allowed the family to rocket to the top of their fields since the locals would lead the Andersons to different dig sites well before anyone else could get to them.

After many generations of living in Egypt and America, the Anderson clan considered themselves Egyptians as much as any native born Egyptian. Benjamin Ramses Anderson was born on October 27th (the Feast of Osiris) in the Anglo American Hospital in Cairo, Egypt. Despite the doctor's best efforts, his mother died soon after naming her son and begging her father to keep the boy safe. Doctor Archibald Anderson swore he would keep his young grandson safe in whatever way he could and he would never tell the boy about his father.

His grandfather decided that the best way to keep his Grandson safe would be to take him on archaeological digs with him. Ben flourished in this environment as the boy had a natural desire to learn and seemed to have a knack for learning. Archibald taught his grandson everything that he knew about Archaeology and Egypt in general. He never went to school but the young man did not seem to need it.


Ben loved his life but always felt that something was wrong. That there was something his Grandfather was hiding from him but Ben never could quite figure out what that was. Whenever Ben would ask about his father, his grandfather would make some excuse and change the subject. Ben never could quite figure out why the man refused to talk about it and the whole thing bothered him for years.

As he got older, Ben wanted to see more than moldy old tombs and temples. The young man got his wish when he Ben got accepted to Oxford University with help from his grandfather. It was only proper for an Anderson to go to Oxford and Ben thrived there. Unlike many of his fellow students, he had seen many of the sites they were learning about. He excelled at Oxford but that feeling of wrongness followed him to Oxford.

It all came to a head when he relieved a strange note ordering him to go to a local pub since someone wanted to meet him. Feeling a strange compulsion to obey, Ben went to the pub and saw an odd looking man sitting in the corner. The curly haired business man seemed to draw people to him but Ben felt that the man was there for him. Upon sitting down, the man began talking to Ben like they had known each other for years. He told the young man personal facts that there was no way he could have known. As the man talked, Ben noticed something about the man and that was he had slightly green skin. It was then that Ben had a strange thought. Looking at the man, Ben stammered to the man in his grasp of Ancient Egyptian naming the man the "Merciful Judge of the Blessed Dead, Wesir, Sepa, Serapis and finally Osiris". His use of the names impressed the man who nodded and motioned for the young man to calm down.

The god explained that he had been watching Ben for sometime now. Ben was the son of Thoth by birth but the god of Scribes had decided to allow Osiris to adopt Ben as his own Scion. It had been many years since the Lord of the Underworld had an Scion of his own and Ben was a special case. The two spent the entire night talking as Osiris explained Titans and the wars, It was Ben's turn to join the war but he needed a weapon to support him. So the god handed him an old scroll telling his Scion to protect the book at all costs. The god decided that since he was King of the Underworld, his first Scion in 300 years should be king of the Overworld. Towards that goal, he gave the boy a group of powers to make friends and influence people.

Now, Ben travels the world hunting Titans in whatever way he can. Oddly enough, Osiris has been watching his Scion popping up to give him advice in the Overworld. The god will show up, tell Ben to meet him at some random restaurant, and explain things to him. These meetings are the only thing keeping the young Scion sane since having a book of magic is not an easy new job. Ben is currently searching for a Band of his own.

Abilities/Skills:

• Boxing: Ben learned how to Box when he was younger and enjoys fighting with his fists more than any other weapon.
• Parkour: Spent spent the majority of his life running around ancient ruins. During one such adventure, a French Archaeologist decided to teach him Parkour. Ben uses that skill now to keep himself out of harms way.
• Doctoral Student: Ben was working on his doctorate in Egyptology when he got his visitation meeting. He can read and speak most forms of Ancient Egyptian, Arabic, and English. The whole becoming the son of a god caused him to drop that pursuit for now.
• A decent marksmen: Ben is decent with his Grandfather's old Lee–Enfield No. 4 Mk I rifle. He has been using it to hunt Titanspawn.

Supernatural Abilities:

It has been a long time since the Lord of the Underworld has had a Scion of his own. So the god granted his new son the gifts a king would need to rule. He doesn't understand why his Scion has zero desire to be a king.

• Visage of a King (Epic Charisma) : Osiris granted his Scion the ability to be noticed by the masses and inspire them like a true king must do. Ben just seems to have the power to inspire the people to listen to him or help him with just a smile. People want to help Ben instinctively but for now he cannot make a large group obey him.
• Loosening of the Tongues (Epic Manipulation) : Sometimes being every so charismatic is just not good enough. Sometimes a king needs to stoop to get what he needs. Ben seems to have the uncanny a make people blurt out what he needs them to say. This requires him to focus on one person for now.

Birthrights:

The Book of Going Forth by Day

AKA: The Book of The Dead
The Book of Going Forth by Day has gained an odd reputation over the years. Western movies portray it as some evil black book that can do almost anything. However, this is most certainly incorrect. For starters, it is not a book so much as a very large scroll. Unlike most of the mundane versions of the book, this one has the entire 192 spells given by the god Thoth to the mortals. Also these spells actually work if someone can read them. The two most powerful spells involve the use of the purview of Death and Magic (both of which the Book channels). The first one is the ability to call back the Ba of a corpse to animate it. (Unquiet Corpse) It only works if the body has been properly mummified since the Ba would only return to cared for body. However, this spell is small scale compared to the Book's true power. With the proper incantations and rituals, Ben can call a spirit to return back to life in it's body so long as the body is fresh. The price to raise the dead is a high one since Duat does not enjoy giving up a soul. So another sentient being must be sacrificed to take the place of the raised dead.

The main issue is that the book is powerful but requires the full incantations to work properly. He has to focus on the spells for them to work. Most of his spells involve death or the movement of spirits and are very situational. Ben has yet to figure out how to use many of them. Ben keeps the Book in a messenger's bag that he never leaves out of his sight.

((The Book channels the purview of Magic and Death.)

[webboysurf]

Silas Graham

Name: Silas Graham
Age: 30
Pantheon: Aesir
Divine Parent: Tyr

Appearance: A 6' 5" mountain of muscle lies beneath a business-casual outfit typically consisting of a light brown leather coat, a sweater, and a dress shirt with jeans and boots tying it together. A standard issue police badge, pistol, and nightstick are almost always at his side, along with strange chain supposedly connected to his wallet. Silas has no visible tattoos, markings, or scars.
Abilities/Skills: Bachelor degrees in Political Science and Psychology, 7 years of Detective Experience, top graduate from the Police Academy (proficient with sidearms and CQB)
Supernatural Abilities: While not exactly "Supernatural" and more extraordinary are Silas' ability to piece together crime scenes within minutes, his near perfect memory, and his ability to blend into nearly any social situation despite his lack of proper charisma.

In regards to the supernatural, Silas can use his birthright to enhance his strength and endurance to extreme ends. His strength is enough to stop a train, whilst his stamina enables him to heal from most wounds rather quickly.

Birthright: Dromi, the mythical chain said to be breakable by only Fenrir, has been in part been bestowed upon Silas. The chain can bind nearly any creature once wrapped around them. Dromi is also the source of extreme strength and stamina for Silas, for these attributes only increase drastically if the chain is wrapped around his right wrist and arm.

History: Silas was always drawn to the idea of promoting justice as he grew up in the midwestern United States. His parents were killed early on in his life in the line of duty, as they were both local police officers who ended up chasing down a bank robber. Things ended up going south as the robber activated an explosive and took out multiple law enforcement officers. Afterwards, Silas was raised by his uncle and his uncle's boyfriend, a criminal defense attorney and an civil litigation lawyer in the suburbs of Chicago. While his uncle was incredibly supportive, it was only natural that the young orphaned child would be molded into a law-abiding citizen with strict morals and a sense of duty towards the law of the land.

When Silas graduated from high school, he was not incredibly popular. He was an athlete and captain of the Mock Trial team at his private high school, but was never particularly charismatic and rarely spent time socializing with others when he could be studying or doing something productive. He was also a nark, which led Silas to call in an anonymous tip when a late-night graduation party with other athletes involved some mild drug usage. He went on to Graduate from Brown University with a BA in Cognitive Science.

Immediately after college, something his uncle had told him changed his life course dramatically. Just an off-hand comment about his parents and how much Silas was living up to their expectations changed everything for the recent graduate. Almost immediately, Silas applied and was accepted through the FBI's SASS after spending two mediating years going through the police academy and working as a police officer. After completing his FBI training, Silas served for 5 years. He helped in mostly minor crimes, but ended up often working in conjunction with FBI SWAT on a few larger cases involving hostages and human trafficking.

Similar to his parents, one of these cases ended poorly. Silas played hero and placed himself in harm's way to protect a victim of trafficking during a tense negotiation. One of the traffickers got jumpy, and the FBI agent placed himself directly in harm's way to ensure the protection of the child. The bullet wound had penetrated deep into his chest cavity, but had just narrowly avoided any major organs. After a few hours on the operating table, Silas was wheeled away to a recovery room.

The first person to visit Silas was none other than Tyr, his real father. The god did not enter with much fanfare, instead disguised as an FBI agent himself to inform Silas that he was being discharged from the FBI. The two had an extensive talk, where Tyr explained the general situation of the world and the importance Silas had in it. Silas' eyes were opened, so to speak, at the abilities he possessed. The Aesir god handed Silas a chain, warning him that its strength came at a cost, before leaving the confused man alone to recover from his injury.

While the investigator was discharged from the FBI, he still moved to New York where he was quickly accepted as a Part-Time investigator for Major Crimes. He was a brilliant detective, often working off the clock with the NYPD on cases to do what he could. At the same time, Silas has been mildly involved in the conflict against the Titans, mostly acting as a small-scale investigator of Titan activity for the past year and a half.

[Clever Hans]

Rainmar "Rainy" Daye

Name: Rainmar "Rainy" Daye
Age: 24
Pantheon: The Loa
Divine Parent: Papa Legba

Appearance: African-American man of average height and athletic build; hair shaved close to the skull; clean-shaven face with square and hawkish profile. His clothes are mostly gym clothes, jeans, and t-shirts.

History: Rainy's early childhood was in Augusta, Georgia, where he lived with his single mother and grandmother. When Rainy was 12, his mother ended her military career and found a job as a physical therapist in Atlanta. Rainy was entranced with the size of the city. Unintimidated, he made friends fast and was a popular student. His mother encouraged Rainy to be an active child, and he took to self-defense and obstacle course training.

As he moved through his teen years, gym friends introduced him to parkour. He became a devotee of the sport, and began exploring more of the city, relying on his reliable sense of direction to find his way.

Eventually, Rainy's explorations led him to darker parts of the city. There, he encountered a group of more daring practitioners who called themselves the Midnight Runners. This group of young men took him to dangerous parts of the city where their skills and speed were necessary to avoid confrontations with territorial gangs. Rainy was puzzled by the occasional "stops" the group made until he figured out that the Midnight Runners made deliveries for a drug lord who relied on their unorthodox traveling style to bypass police patrols.

Gradually, Rainy was drawn in to the criminal underground in Atlanta. While he knew that he was participating in criminal activities, the excitement of moving around the city and avoiding capture was compelling to him. He was also captivated by the colorful – if dangerous - people of this world, and his friendly demeanor and knack for connecting with people helped him to avoid violent confrontations. Rainy eventually came to the attention of Benjamin M'wondo, a real estate investor better known as the drug kingpin Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben took a liking to Rainy, and offered him a job at the Bleeding Heart Hotel a swanky if disreputable place. Rainy was apprenticed as a doorman/concierge while still occasionally making deliveries.

It was on one such run that rainy became uncharacteristically and totally lost. The buildings seemed abandoned, the street signs were missing, and nothing looked familiar. His phone also had no service. After wandering for some time, Rainy came to an intersection lit only by a flickering streetlight. Leaning against the lamppost was a figure that chilled Rainy to the bone: an old man with a cane in one hand and a corncob pipe in the other, wearing an old straw hat and looking extremely amused. Rainy knew the figure only from old images his grandmother had in her old books: Papa Legba.

The old man spoke through Rainy's terror and explained his parentage and the basic ways of the worlds to him. While he was not entirely pleased at the associations Rainy had made, Legba explained that Rainy was at the start of a journey, and that he had not yet come to the important crossroads of his life.

After their long talk, Legba handed Rainy a gris gris bag. When Rainy asked what its purpose was, Legba only grinned his grin and said that it might help him find his way out of a jam every now and again.

Abilities/Skills: Rainy is a good athlete, relying on agility more than muscle. He has earned his brown belt in judo, and his experienced in parkour and obstacle course training. He is very personable and his gifted at bringing together people of disparate backgrounds.

Supernatural Abilities: Rainy can find his way around just about anywhere: a city, an amusement park, a skyscraper office building, a forest. He has an innate sense of the cardinal directions, and can remember the route taken and distance traveled when following an unfamiliar route. Rainy can find a route to a destination of his desire, be it a person or a place. Also, he has astonishingly good luck finding a cab, a bus, or an unlocked door when he needs one.

Birthrights: His gris gris bag, a small red flannel bag filled with herbs, spices and other unknown things. It is tied shut with a drawstring, and Papa Legba has warned Rainy to never open it. It carries a faint smell of a well-stocked spice rack, and possibly a whiff of more ancient things. Rainy keeps it around his heck, tucked under his clothing. He's discovered that what Rainy thinks is his desire is not always what the bag seems to think it is, and he has gone off in search of one thing only to encounter something completely different.

[Tominas]

Miryam Zhanna Cohen, "Mary"

Name: Miryam Zhanna Cohen, “Mary”

Age: 26

Pantheon: Aesir

Divine Parent: Hodr

Appearance: Miryam is a relatively plain looking woman, neither stunningly beautiful nor horribly ugly. She has darker skin from her time in Israel, with thick brown hair that she keeps short for function. She has long eyelashes, thick eyebrows, straight teeth, a small nose and lips that are just a little too thin to be considered beautiful, with a jaw that’s a little too strong to be pretty. At best, she’s handsome. Beyond her face, however, Miryam has the body of an athlete, muscles toned and without an ounce of extra fat on her from years of active duty and, in recent times, titanhunting. Her eyes are the one truly unusual note of her appearance, a freezing blue glaring out from her otherwise mediterranean appearance, denoting her Aesir heritage.

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History:Miryam Zhanna Cohen was born to loving parents in the heart of Tel Aviv twenty six years ago. Abandoned by her birth parents, she was raised in a happy household, her adopted family possessing a great love of music and kind hearts. They were a devout family, Toviyah and Rivkah Cohen with their sons. Her adopted father was a rabbi; quick with a smile, gentle, and known as a bit of a liberal when it came to the strict regulations of the Hasidics. Her mother was a quiet woman, blind but beautiful and kind, having lost her eyes in a terrorist attack ages ago. Still, she had a sort of stern bent in her own way. Her back was always ramrod straight, and she moved with almost mechanical precision in the daily tasks she insisted she took care of. She was kind to the children, but there was something else there. More than that, sweet as she seemed, there was always something distant about Rivkah to Miryam, as though she was trying to avoid her daughter. It was never explicit, but there was always an… unease, between them. When she heard Miryam’s voice, she would twitch slightly, like someone had caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. Despite this, Toviyah delighted in his daughter as much as his sons, Michael and Josef. Neither one of her older brothers resembled her much at all, but they accepted her completely, rough housing often and bringing her on adventures through their neighborhood. All in all, they had their quirks like anyone else, but they were a family.

As time went on, the two became fiercely protective of their younger sister, intimidating her suitor’s all throughout school and generally trying to keep her out of trouble. Though the two could be overbearing at times, Miryam was happy. She wasn’t the most outspoken girl, but she was athletic, and between academics, athletics, and her family, she had a constant group of friends. Between activities, Toviyah ensured that his daughter was educated in all matters of the Torah and Talmud, even as much as her brothers. Her mother, on the other hand, insisted she learned how to use her hands to cook and clean and sew “like a proper wife.” Miryam disliked the work, but did so in order to please her mother. More often than not, however, her brothers swept her away from her chores in order to travel around the neighborhood and cause trouble.

Soon after she entered high school, however, trouble reared its head. Michael and Josef joined the Israeli Defense Forces, leaving home to protect the homefront and get that sweet, sweet prepaid college education. In their absence, Toviyah and Rivkah turned their attention to bear even harder on Miryam. The girl reacted well to the pressure, redoubling her efforts in education, sports, and all the tasks set in front of her by her family. Her brothers were gone, and she had to keep doing the family honor so that they could be proud of her when they returned. On a personal note, she turned more closely to the faith, praying for their safety in practically every moment of peace she had. Before, she had gone to synagogue every Sabbath and prayed daily, but then it was to satisfy her parents. Now, it was to protect her family. Every time one of the brothers called or visited, she considered it a private victory. G-d protected her family, and things went on differently than they had, but as long as her siblings were safe, things would be alright.

Then, one day when Michael was visiting on leave, Miryam and her middle brother went to see a movie. Afterwards, Michael waited for his sister outside of the theater, twirling his keys and whistling to himself when the IED went off. He died with shrapnel in his lungs, bleeding into a dusty gutter while civilians ran screaming. Six more were wounded, three were dead. Miryam was untouched.

The death hit the whole family hard. Her father’s cheerful demeanor was changed, a somber darkness overtaking him as he desperately searched for meaning in his son’s death. Rivkah tried to keep moving like nothing had happened, but her hard shell was a brittle one, and Michael’s departure had left her empty. Josef started drinking. He kept at it, despite his family’s attempts to dissuade him from self-medication, and stormed out one night after a pitched fight with Toviyah. All things considered, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when the family received a phone call that night. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to find Josef lying on a hospital bed downtown, getting his stomach pumped. It shouldn’t even have been a surprise that he died that night, drugs and alcohol getting the best of him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it was.

It all but destroyed them.

Rivkah and Toviyah aged decades in those few months, their hair going grey, sleep coming sparingly. They fought often, Rivkah blaming Miryam for all of this. She claimed that their daughter was cursed, that they never should’ve taken her in, that her parentage had doomed their family for years. Toviyah rebuked Rivkah for this, and the constant screaming matches, near abuse by Rivkah, and incessant guilt pushed Miryam to the edge. She buried her head in her studies, avoided home whenever possible, and raged against the world in her heart of hearts. She had prayed and prayed, her entire family was faithful, Michael and Josef wouldn’t have hurt a fly, but they had both died meaningless deaths and Miryam couldn’t understand it. She couldn’t see how a benevolent god would ever allow it. All she could do was endure, and look for answers where she could find them. Life was painful, for a time.

For this reason, when Miryam left dead-eyed to take up her mandatory time in the military, it was like a breath of fresh air. She left her parents behind, taking to the training like a fish in water. She worked harder than anyone else, pushing herself to her absolute limits every day she could. The more she exhausted herself, the less time and energy she had to grieve and doubt. If the emotions never had the chance to invade, she never had to deal with them.

Multiple instructors told her that she should join their ranks, but Miryam had her eyes on combat duty. After the death of both of her brothers, she wouldn’t allow herself to stop moving, and few concepts appealed more than putting a bullet between the eyes of those who were responsible for Michael’s death. Miryam was placed in a light infantry unit, patrolling by Syria, praying daily that the bastards responsible for destroying her life would try to finish the job. Eventually, her squad got caught up in an exchange of fire with a group of smugglers carrying arms across the border. It was satisfying, and the roar of adrenaline in her ears and gunfire exploding in the air felt like home. She killed three men, and looked upon their bodies with an odd combination of triumph and the hollow echo of her own life.

She wondered if they had any sisters.

Months later, after a rise in violence along the border and a short break of leave, Miryam returned home, changed. She found Toviyah and Rivkah at home, white as sheets, her father clutching at her and sobbing incoherently about heritage and truth, protection and fratricide. Miryam was confused and concerned, trying to convince her parents to speak clearly, when there was a knock at the door and the world froze. Not metaphorically, her parents literally stopped moving and the temperature around the house dropped by about fifty degrees. Knife pulled from the kitchen, the soldier answered the door, slowly. Past her bags and clutching the blade close to her, Miryam found an incredibly handsome, well-scarred man, pale as new fallen snow, with a silvered walking stick and a strip of cloth bound around his eyes. He towered over her, his well-muscled body filling out his suit, and introduced himself in a deep, slow voice, like a glacier falling into the sea. He seemed… familiar. Over the course of that night, Miryam learned as much about herself and her family as she had known over the rest of her life, knuckles white against the kitchen knife. Her birth-mother hadn’t abandoned her; she died in active duty. Her father had been watching her over the course of her life, unable to interfere with her mortal activities. He was proud. Proud of her military career, proud of her persistence and proud as one warrior to another. More than anything else, he was proud of her for surviving. She doubted this man, just like she doubted everything else, but everything he said had a grain of truth to it. He believed it, if nothing else, and his words resonated with her. As far as Hodr knew, there wasn’t a single, caring G-d. Just the splintered fractions of Scions, desperately contending to keep the Titans who created the world at bay. In that moment, with her family frozen behind her and the power exuding from this individual, the blood on her hands and the deaths of her brothers weighing heavily on her mind… The world had made her doubts solid, brought them forth in the form of her father. What could she do but believe him? As the sun rose and the darkness receded from Tel Aviv, he reached up to his head, untied his blindfold, and handed it to her. His eyes, though clouded, were the same piercing blue that Miryam had always possessed. The world thawed, and Miryam saw the land with new eyes.

That morning, Miryam held her parents close, and wept. She wept for Michael, she wept for Josef, she wept for innocence lost and the destruction of her family. She wept for guilt, for failing to push forward. She wept for what she was about to do, and begged her parents to forgive her, clutched desperately at the words to make them understand how much she cared and how sorry she was that things had turned out how they had. She wept for what she had to do.

The following day, Miryam left her childhood home for the last time. She looked up every myth she could find, every story of the Aesir, every tale, every prophecy. Finally, she understood Rivkah’s removal. She knew why Toviyah had sought to protect her, why there was always the distance between her parents when it came to her. It hurt, but it all made sense. And in this understanding, her constant, guttural flame of anger crystallized in her chest. The world was inherently unfair, plain and simple. But now… she had power. She could change things. She would change things. And maybe, if the Aesir existed, created by the Titans… something had made the Titans.

With newfound purpose and the burden of a divine spark pushing her ever onward, Miryam finished her service time as the model of the perfect soldier. She countered ambushes with supernatural skill, keen of mind and quick in body, and received more than one award for marksmanship in the process. Once her service was done, Miryam set out. She left Israel, not telling her kin where she was going. They were safer not knowing, and the knowledge that they would stay far away from her, safe, left her at ease. With them out of the picture, Miryam could seek knowledge and power without fear for others’ lives. Furious at the world and filled with determination to make things right, Miryam now travels on a journey to find out the truth about divinity, titans, scions, and her own faith while causing as much trouble for the Titans as possible. G-d may not exist, but heavens help those who stand in her way. Because he might not, but if G-d does exist, Miryam is going to find Him and get her answers, come Hel or high water.

Abilities/Skills:
-Krav Maga: learned during her time in the Israeli Defense Forces, and was actually competitive in a few tournaments before her Visitation. Isn’t afraid to fight dirty.
-Tri-lingual: Speaks, reads, and writes Hebrew, Yiddish, and English.
-Proficient with assorted firearms, won awards in service for marksmanship.
-Though she dislikes most of it, Miryam is an able homebody, good at sewing, cooking, cleaning, ironing clothes, etc. She would never admit it, but she finds cleaning soothing.
-Calm, cool, and collected. Reacts extremely well under pressure. Friends in the past have referred to Miryam as “blunt as a brick but clutch as fuck.”

Supernatural Abilities:
-Crushing Grip(Epic Strength): Combining the divine strength of her heritage enabling her to heft assorted smaller vehicles and her personal training in Krav Maga, Miryam’s is one of the few living people who can reasonably beat titanspawn to death with her bare hands and make it look good.
-Sight Beyond Sight(Epic Perception): Much like her father Hodr, Miryam is a warrior. With her senses sharpened beyond mortal ken, she puts them to good use. When Miryam closes her eyes and focuses on her other senses, she can perceive the world around her more clearly than with sight. This does not allow her to do things that only sight can do, such as read, but it does mean that she can detect where gunshots are coming from, the location of nearby hostiles, and dodge blows in combat as though she had seen them coming from directly in front of her.
-Smells Like Trouble(Epic Perception): Miryam’s sense of smell is good. Really, really good. She can smell the individual flowers in a vase across a football field, the ichor in a Scion’s veins, and the shift in hormones from someone flexing behind her to begin an attack. This is usually overwhelming, and forces her to focus on one scent at a time, but allows her to track familiar smells and know when and where they are nearby, as well as newly found scents in close areas, such as a titanspawn she has encountered before trying to sneak up on her.

Birthright: Veil of Hodr: This unassuming black scarf, much like Miryam, is visually unimpressive. It’s a simple swath of cloth, tassels on either end reminiscent of the tzitzit, but it’s unassuming appearance belies it’s mystic nature. Covering her face with this piece of cloth allows Miryam to blend in seamlessly with a crowd in most any situation, and when bound over her eyes as a blindfold, her Birthright enhances the rest of her senses twice over again. Finally, this item allows the channeling of the Frost and Darkness Purviews, and is currently used most often to conceal Miryam’s presence or enhance her blows with with freezing cold.