Clean shaven, well-kept and presentably dressed, it's not uncommon for Laurence to be singled out as an uninspired, behaving student that sinks into the crowds. Aside from a near perfect posture, that's about where his usual appearance ends. Physically, he isn't built too well and, although semi-athletic, he's rather lean, scrawny to the distant eye. With dirty-blonde hair that raggedly drapes down the back of his skull and over his neck, his relaxing natural expression helps amplify his appearance of a loose composure. His eyes are rimmed with a misty blue iris.
Laurence tends to wear loose-fit clothes both in and out of University hours, most of which were purchased in either charity shops or from family members no longer wanting them. As such, much of his wardrobe is similar in all but colour and the occasional plaid pattern. On the colder and wetter days of London's climate, he's likely to be seen in heavy grey-drab and scarves, favouring them over coats and shorter jackets. However, upon transition to the World of Fog, his attires generally remain minimalist in colour and baggage, anchoring on ht ideals of practicality over stylistic looks.
First and foremost, Laurence is a young man fluent in the world of art. Showering himself in creative pieces throughout his childhood has brought out a strong desire to create, or to be creative in how he looks over daily obstacles. To those outside, he's well-versed in the medium of film and visualised storytelling, a level-headed and down-to-earth individual who doesn't fall victim to being pretentious. Aptly tempered on the surface, some could say he's pleasant to be around. In conversation about art is where his passion tends to show, with a clear mindset as to what he wants to do and a flexible sense of improvisation to combat obstructions along the way. Such personality traits venture into his tendency to host collaborations between courses, opening up his social circle just that little bit more. And that's where the problems begin. See, when you're everyone's acquaintance, you're no ones actual friend.
Laurence is well aware of his lack of friends and does struggle with the idea of long-term relationships. The concept itself is a desire, something he wants to pursue in the hopes of finding a figure to take pride alongside. Instead, he found himself alone, liked by all but loved by none. True, one couldn't guess of his loneliness from meeting him. A standout guy with a name for himself; it's almost as if he lived a perfectly comfortable one. But depravity has taking its toll throughout his childhood. When alone, he talks to himself as if a friend is there. Easily embarrassed and all around low on self-esteem. He could hold any conversation he wanted, there was just no one to have them with. And without the family he wished for, his purpose falls.
From house to house, foster parent to foster parent, Laurence struggles with a starved life lacking love. He began to lose interest in his own work, recently. In dire need to reconcile with what few blood-related family members that are still left, he continues to hide his all that he does by living a life in wordless frustration.
Desdemona “She loved me for the dangers I had passed, and I loved her that she did pity them.”
Loved, betrayed, murdered. Walking in beauty and with a perfect image, the sweet Venetian lass moved along a path of excellence alongside a lover she once gave her name to. When deceit and the cruel workings of the world took form, she suffered, losing her purpose and willingly allowing for her strangulation as to appease her ex-lover. In death, she sought a purpose of being loved. In legacy, she faded into tragedy.
Education BA (Hons) Filmmaking - Thames' Edge University
How does one live a childhood without a parent to lead the way? The orphaned may look up to the owner of their orphanage, or the parents that adopt them in the coming years. There's always the chance that won't happen. Those who don't get to cherish the comforting realisation of continuing a legacy fall short of happy. Memories so familiar to others, learning to ride bikes, taking rides on cheap holidays...those are inconceivable to some. Laka Adamcevski was one of those children. A mistake. An accident. The product of someone's poor life decision. And within a month of his birth, an abandoned plastic bag left drifting in the gales of sorrow. A dysfunctional relationship left him bastardised. Off went the mother, and away she went into the mist. At first, things weren't all fog and darkness, the father took their son as he should have: lovingly and with care. Times change though. People change. Intents change. Judgement begins.
Careers were locked out of, even so as Laurence outgrew infancy. Mr Adamcevski could no longer pursue his life goal. He was anchored. His small business fell apart with his absence. Debt began to rise up. Unprepared to shift into complete paternity, he began to hate his son. Laka became a nuisance, a naive husk that treated life as an innocent playground. When he couldn't emotionally lash out, he turned to drinking. Neither can remember how far he truly went. All that was known was that shortly after, he couldn't handle his own burden anymore and signed Laka up for fostering by the age of five. His name was subsequently retrofitted into something more British by his father's decision. And so, the child Laurence Newman was eventually fostered into his first family.
Laurence didn't talk that much as a child. He'd primarily heard polish and adjusted to it, but muted himself out of fear for his father's depression. Moving to the other side of Midhurst, out of his small yet predominantly polish community, left him blindsided and isolated. He entered a public school and was immediately subjugated to special educational needs to accommodate for his lack of linguistic development. One such method of communication that was adopted early on was art. Association of images to words - a tool to teach and to tell. This was his first step into the future career he'd fall in love with.
At aged 7 he moved to his second foster parents after disputes and communication issues with the former. He joined a Polish family this time and stuck with them for 4 years. There, he continued his studies and honed in on his English whilst rekindling his halfhearted native tongue. It was at this age he dwelt more upon his childhood. The family he lived with already had children. They, much like several classmates, enjoyed bullying him. Between the childlike harassment and the struggles at school, he finally became far more fluent through the use of entertainment; specifically, he fell in love with film. Its combination of visuals, language and storytelling helped him develop his linguistic skills drastically. He recited scripts in his bedroom alone, looking up the meanings and actively partaking in online discussion forums. Albeit, in his early years much of his time was spent reading others than actually engaging in conversation. At age 13, he moved to his third foster home, getting a change due to the bullying getting to him.
The third family was the shortest lived. Eight months. Halfway through secondary school, Laurence fell out with his foster parents more, unwilling to accept them as some sort of replacement to his father's separation. A blend of puberty and genuine anger led to many household disputes. To cope with each argument's aftermath, he'd draw, watch online series and actively talk online about film. He started writing scripts as a way to help with his English GCSE understanding, only to fall in love with the practice just as he had for film. By the eight month of putting up with the worst household yet, he was finally moved to his last place of residence. At the age of 15, he fell into obscurity.
Laurence didn't love his last family. They were nice. They were hardworking and consistently busy. They knew their duty to look after Laurence in his late teens and gave him a space to be looked after. None of them really admired what he did nor did they look to see what he'd created. His amateur filmmaking he'd do for tiny online communities were ignored by those close to him, pushing them away further than ever before. It was also at this time, during his GCSEs, that Laurence tried to reconcile with his father. The two had seen each other on the very rare occasion, their chats being reduced to nothing but few word sentences and stares of sadness. Laurence would never believe his father when he said that he was sorry. He convinced himself the two didn't love one another, even if they did in their hearts. And with that, Laurence shoved himself down a pit of inadequacy. He felt inferior when he created things in his spare time. Appraisal from peers and teachers didn't feel like much. He breezed through sixth form in detest for his own creative output. Clouding his own hatred by showering others in idolisation solved nothing but to satisfy his generosity and desire to make others happy. He grew into a peer to go to for help, to learn from and to improve from. All the advice he gave helped the others develop not only as writers and filmmakers, but as people. He lacked the final component they received.
And so, he joined University. Moving to London, he separated from his foster family, though this time only for education. Still under their guardianship, they helped fund his time as a student through the wealth of their growing chemical engineering enterprise. He was given enough to help with maintenance as the student loan he received was minimal. The first year went by. He felt worse than before. He saw relationships blossom, a new form of love that permanently rivalled that of familial bonds. Laurence faded once again into obscurity. In his loss of purpose, he almost forgot of his origins. He forgot about why he loved making films, only continuing to do so for an inexplicable enjoyment. He needed something to give him meaning. And that something was the appreciation of someone he loved.
Affiliations Filip Adamcevski - Filip moves around the country, now that he's joined his new business and begun to fix his life's debts. Very little contact has been kept between the two and each time it occurs its met with painful melancholy.
”Why do I feel so worthless? My sisters are so much better than I am.”
Name: Gloria Sosa Hathaway
Age 19, Feb 2, 2000
City, State Cambridge, Massachusetts
Reason(s) The Hathaway Family moved from Cambridge, Massachusetts to London, United Kingdom. They wanted a change of scenery for their children so they can get a better education somewhere else than in the United States of America. She was ten years old, when they arrived in London to live there. The education of the United Kingdom is greater than what could be gotten in the US.
Appearance: Gloria has a mixed of pale and tannish skin tones is from the time she was outside at her original home in America. Her violet eyes are dimer compared to other girls her own age, which sometimes to spark to life when she’s busy with whatever she’s working on. It shows in her body language is modest but definitely shy about certain things in her life. Her blonde hair is absolutely long, which it completely covers her back and stops to her upper thighs. There’s highlights of many different colors, which are pinks, purples, yellows and a hint of blue thrown on her hair. She has a very hard time smiling since she always feels inadequate. However, her jewelry is very beautiful she wears a purple flower earring on her right ear with a flower bracelet on her left wrist. She wears a specific bracelet-type necklace around her neck, which matches the theme of flowers and is black in color.
She wears an off shoulder black blouse with a pink ribbon, which is in the direct center but it is tied well. Her pink skirt is directly in the middle of what she likes to wear in terms of not super long or super short, which is right for her temperament. The colors, which she likes the most is pink, black and violet in terms her shoes are specifically these colors and they are tennis shoes. She wears a different Casual Outfit its mostly because of the way her elder sisters wear clothes and trying to copy it. However, she feels like she is trying to catch up with her sisters. She has a birthmark on her lower back, which is a multi-sided star within a rectangle. The multi-sided star points extend from the rectangle specifically on the top and bottom of it.
Her metaverse appearance is a longer black skirt, which goes past her knees that is very comfortable. The Pink Blouse she wears has a flower shaped pattern on it, which is cute on her. She also wears a Christian Cross flowery necklace on her neck. It allows her to walk alike a Priestess since she has a certain finesse compared to other girls, only because she copied how her sister’s walked mostly. Her steps are gentle yet defining in how she wants to be seen by her sisters, however they don’t see her that way. In all she does, she gets a bit embarrassed and tries to change subjects with her being slightly a pushover. However, she tries to keep a smile on her face to get to her goal of showing her sister’s up finally.
Weight: 115 lbs
Personality: Gloria as a child was always bright and cheerful but having a hard time pinning down her feelings, which causes her problems every now and then. It doesn’t help she speaks in a quite reserved, quiet, respectable tone towards people without any ounce of condescension towards people. The reason for that is how she was raised by her parents, which was because of the quick paced nature of the family. It caused her to develop quite an inferiority complex, which made her feel worthless and feel like she could never hold a candle to her older sisters. They were always a step ahead of her in decision making, which they even figured out their lives going forward on their thirteen birthday. She was slower on the uptake it took her longer time for her to decide on certain things. It doesn’t make her any less intelligent within her family, which it just takes awhile for her to properly decide on a course of action. Her modesty is why she tries to take it slow to make it feel as if it isn’t always an urgent task.
Gloria easily gets embarrassed, which is primarily reason why she’s shy. She has a hard time opening up to people because of her shyness, which try to talk to her. Her family made her very hardworking, which gives her the opportunities that will give her an edge in her studies, profession choices, etc. She will always try to stay on her family’s good side by doing her very best in getting the best grades and what not. It is obvious she loves everyone in her family, which causes her to show respect for them to other people. However, there’s a slight darkness within her that she is envious and slightly jealous of her older sisters. It’s mostly because of the constant feeling she has to catch up to them and they have better confidence in themselves. It compounds her feelings, which causes her to cry or be a bit frustrated at everything about what’s lacking within her. This causes her to copy her older sisters since they are so much more than she is.
Her fears is that she’ll never get a chance to live up to being a Hathaway. It’s mostly because of the fact her family is so talented in specific fields or outright able to do multiple fields all at once. She had been pressured much more by her parents to follow in their footsteps compared to her sisters. It showed they cared much about her, which they want her chosen life to be similar to how they became professors. However, she wanted to follow her elder sisters path but would reluctantly didn’t want to make her parents angry. In terms of how she reacts to other people, she shows no hostility to them, which is one of the core tenants of her family. If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say it at all, which was mostly because of her sister Louise. It showed that she still has much to learn but wishes for a chance to finally show up her older sisters for once.
Gloria was born to Brandon Tenner Hathaway and Jessica Annie Hathaway. It was on February 2, 2000, when they gained a new addition to their family. The two of them work at the Harvard University as a History Professor and a Philosophy Professor, which they pressure their children in question to follow their careers. It is pretty much always a task to deal with their always urgent lifestyle for their children, which involves the fact that both parents work at the most prestigious US University on the East Coast. At this point, she had two older sisters at the ages of six and eight respectably. Her sister’s names are Zoey Hailey Hathaway and Louise Sally Hathaway, which they were always playing and being very friendly to Gloria. It showed that this family is tighter knit then most families in the US.
When she turned a year old and two months, which she finally spoke her first words. The words were mommy, daddy, Zoe-Zoe, and Lou-Lou since they were all in the room with her. It was an exciting time for the family, even though Louise and Zoey spoke their first words even sooner than only twelve months. Jessica sighed and told her elder daughters to stop trying to show off in front of their little sister Gloria, since it was unique to hear Gloria giving nicknames to her sisters. It was mostly because of the fact it wouldn’t be a good idea to start Gloria on a different path. Zoey stopped but couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Louise for still going at it. Neither of them were punished for their behavior, which is only because Zoey did stop trying to one up Louise’s accomplishments. Gloria couldn’t really understand what was happening since she was only a total of fourteen months old. It would make sense much later in her life in why her older siblings were constantly trying to one up each other.
Sometime passed, which it was on her third birthday. The only thing that was trying during this day on her life was the fact her mother Jessica was at work in the university, while her father was sick at home. Therefore, the only two people helping celebrate her birthday was her elder sisters. She blew out her candles for her third birthday, which her two sisters sang the happy birthday song. Her sisters decided to help Gloria open her presents only if she asks or needs their help opening the presents. She opened one of her presents and it was a teddy bear, which had a letter to it. It was from her parents telling her happy birthday, which helped her much since she was a bit sad that her parents weren’t here to celebrate her birthday. Her sisters really enjoyed seeing how much happier Gloria was since she was crying a bit much from the lack of her parents.
She asked her sisters cutely for help to open her other presences, since one of the presents were from the two of them. Zoey and Louise helped Gloria open her presents since they wanted to be helpful to her. Their present was the Odyssey by Homer, which is an epic tale surrounding Greek Myths. However, at this point, she didn’t really know how to read the book or understand the tales. Louise started up again, then Zoey tried to one up her about the fact Gloria couldn’t read the book in question. They talked about how Zoey read the book at three years old and Louise had to start reading at four, while they think Gloria will be able to read two years later. In terms of this, it caused her to gain a slight hint of an inferiority complex at her older sister’s accomplishments. She started to cry because of what her sisters were doing, which caused them to both stop. They were always very competitive and didn’t expect to make Gloria to cry, which they decided to apologize and promise her to not be highly competitive in front of her.
Later on, her mother Jessica was home and was tucking Gloria into bed and specifically asked if her older sisters did anything to upset her. It was obvious as day, that her sweet little daughter did cry about something, which means Jessica definitely knew something was up. Gloria told her mother that her sisters were trying to one up each other in front of her since they gave her the Odyssey as a gift. Jessica sighed a bit because it was always something they do, however, they do have friends that enjoy that competitive spirit they both have. Her mother kissed her goodnight and told her that she’ll handle Zoey and Louise to act differently around her. It was only because she didn’t want her favorite daughter Gloria to have an inferiority complex towards her elder siblings. Gloria told her mother goodnight and went to bed with a specific goal of trying to be a child first.
On Gloria’s Fifth Birthday, which was Zoey’s time to shine because she had completed the plan of what she was going to do in the future. However, the family was supposed to be celebrating Gloria’s birthday but Zoey interrupted it by her completion of the plan. Gloria wondered what this plan, which Zoey finally finished about what she was going to do in the future. Her parents never really told her about this since it wasn’t really time for Gloria to start worrying about that. However, this was the time to inform their daughter Gloria about the plan, which they had to create by themselves and follow through with it. It felt a bit restrictive and strict but it was needed for their future. Zoey told her family her plan, which involves becoming a Pediatrician and a mother of two children. It was only because she wants to take care of other people’s children while at the same time helping her siblings. The plan flabbergasted her parents, which caused them to look at Louise and Gloria for a second and hopeful that their future plans involve being a Professor at a Prestigious University.
Gloria as herself felt definitely inferior to her elder sister Zoey, which was going to follow through her plan no matter what. However, it was a bit odd they had to create a plan so soon. The plan included that Zoey wants to stay with her family until she finds the correct person to complete her. It would take awhile since Zoey has pretty bad luck in finding a good boyfriend for herself, since her parents are very strict on that aspect of their lives. Zoey looked at Gloria and told her that you can always have me to help you out in your life, sister. It was reassuring, which did help Gloria from crying. She didn’t really know what to say or do, however, all she did was hug Zoey. It was supposed to be her day but Zoey took the wind out of her sails, which probably meant two years from now Louise was going to do the exact same. In the back of her mind, which she felt worthless compared to her two sisters they are taking a hold of their lives, future and all she was doing is trying to stay a kid.
Louise had a look of amazement towards Zoey, which wasn’t a good idea to ruin Gloria’s Birthday. This is when Louise told everyone that she believes in being a pacifist. It was pretty much obvious in what she means by this, which is she won’t try to start fights or finish them. However, her parents told her that is a bit extreme and at least she should try to defend herself. Louise conceded that would be for the best, which it wouldn’t be a good idea to get injured or killed. This declaration effected Gloria a bit, since it was a bit odd to outright say.
She tried to ask her older sister Louise, but was told to try not be alike her by her family. Louise gave her one piece of advice was, if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say it at all. This is a specific piece of advice that definitely helped her, which will be further in her future at least. Today was an important day for Gloria, since it was her IQ test, which would help shape her future. Her sisters had their IQ tests on their fifth birthdays as well. It would take two months to get her test in, however, she was able to start preschool at least.
Her first day of preschool was amazing, which made her forget about her sister’s accomplishments and what not. It was truly fun, which helped her gain three friends, which were in her preschool class. However, they were the ones that had to approach her and help her open up to them. Gloria was the shyest girl in class that talked quietly and reserved. These friends that helped her open up slightly are Jenny, Maria and Vincent. They were really nice to her and helped her to do the assignments together, which were given to them by Maria’s mother Ethel Raina Acosta. Gloria was amazed and a bit shocked that Maria’s mother Ethel was inspired by her parents to become a preschool teacher. It definitely embarrassed her much since Ethel said wonderful things about her parents that were high praise. She was even more embarrassed, which didn’t help and kinda stayed quiet for the rest of the school day that involved only talking quietly to her three friends she gained that day.
Two months later, which she learned how much below she was her elder sisters. It was quite shocking to her that she was only a total of 5 – 7 points below her sisters. Zoey had a seven point advantage and Louise was only five points above Gloria in terms of their IQ. Her teacher was basically right in how smart Gloria is, just like her parents and elder sisters. It would take hard work and intelligence to become whatever they want to become. Gloria didn’t really know how to react with this news, however she had a bright and cheerful smile since the family went out to celebrate. They went to a specific place that Louise and Zoey enjoys going to, which is a Chuckie Cheese. Her parents are always happy to take them to a Chuckie cheese. This would be the last time that Zoey would be able to go to the Chuckie Cheese. Zoey would have to focus on her plan and have less time for playing and what not.
It would only take two years before Louise would have to do the same exact thing that Zoey is doing. Gloria was shocked to see one of her friends from preschool here, which was Maria and her mother Ethel. Ethel walked up to the Professors at Harvard and introduced herself kindly. Maria was happy to play with Gloria, which they went off on their own and played in the Chuckie Cheese. The entire thing was a happy site to see, which Jessica and Brandon were happy to see Ethel. They chatted for as long as was possible, since they stayed in the establishment until it was about to close. The two families went their separate ways after that, which was an enjoyed time. Jessica was really happy to see her favorite actually making friends and with Ethel’s daughter nonetheless. Ethel and Jessica used to go way back but something happened that caused them to distant each other. It was because Ethel is married to Jessica’s brother. Her mother only told it to her daughter Gloria because she looked like she wanted to know Ethel and Jessica’s relationship.
Gloria was put in bed by her mother and said she really likes her new friends she gained at school. It was precious, her mother kissed her forehead and told her goodnight. She had a great night sleep, which wasn’t interrupted because of anything. Her entire family went to bed a bit after she went to bed. It was a peaceful night sleep for the entire family, since it would mean a normal urgent life for tomorrow. She had a wonderful dream of her friends and her staying friends for their entire lives, however, she doesn’t know about her parents plans for her future. It was mostly because she thought her family was going to stay in the United States.
On Gloria’s seventh birthday, which was quite fun for her since her friends from preschool was here. Vincent, Jenny and Maria all came here via being taken to the birthday party by Maria’s mother Ethel. It was only because Jenny’s mother was sick and didn’t want to involve herself with a birthday party that shouldn’t involve someone sick. Vincent’s parents declined outright even though they did thank Gloria’s parents for the invitation nonetheless by giving Vincent their present for Gloria. Zoey was starring at her younger sister Louise and hoping she wouldn’t ruin Gloria’s birthday. They basically started to annoy the younger kids via arguing a bit about their future and what not. Gloria tried to get her sisters to stop and at least celebrate her birthday for a change. It only worked since Gloria started to cry, which made her older sisters stop arguing about their future.
Ethel looked at Zoey and Louise, sighed at them. Maria’s mother put the two older girls straight, at least wait until after the birthday is finished to impress their parents. However, when Jessica walked into the room, saw Ethel and waved at her happily. It was pretty obvious something was wrong but Jessica nor her husband wanted to bring the details to pass. He was working, which meant Jessica had to help her daughter’s birthday party by herself. It was good that she had help by Ethel, which is obvious.
Jessica looked at her two older children and told them that whatever you need can be done after the birthday party. It caused Louise to be a bit pout about it but her mother told her don’t try me, I want to have Gloria to have a birthday she can remember. No one knew why Jessica basically yelled at Louise, however. It was just obvious she didn’t want to hear it until her husband gets home, which will be after the Gloria’s seventh birthday. Ethel knew something was wrong, which is obvious what could have happened to make her friend basically snap at her daughter like that. The day went on, which ended in a great day for Gloria that was her best birthday yet.
Gloria and her friends were playing in another room of their home, while Ethel and Jessica were sitting down in the Kitchen chatting. Gloria walked into the kitchen to hear something that shocked her. Jessica was fired from her job at Harvard because of the fact she wasn’t the correct fit anymore, which was her philosophy was against the college’s. Jessica heard Gloria start crying and couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for her children. She sighed at the whole thing and called her other daughters in and told her the reason why she yelled at Louise. Ethel and everyone was shocked at what Jessica told them, which was the true reason for her being fired. It was that there was a better philosophy professor, which was her own brother Kyle and his philosophy aligned with the university’s on top of it. This entire thing hurt Ethel much, what in the world would her husband is thinking. Jessica didn’t blame her brother for this, it was the headmaster of the University, which chose Kyle over her.
Gloria’s father came home, which he was slightly happy, however he saw his wife at home definitely depressed. Brandon asked his wife why, and learned that she was fired from Harvard by the head of the University. He always did wonder why he didn’t see his wife at the University for a year, which meant that she got fired last year. The one thing he did, was the plan to keep Gloria’s future is still in the plans, which definitely cheered up Jessica a bit. Jessica was hopeful that her husband wouldn’t lose his job, however this means she would have to find a new job. Louise outright apologized to her mother for having that argument with her older sister Zoey before the birthday party. This hurt her family as a whole and didn’t activate her telling of her plan until a bit later.
Five hours passed, which the guests and the Hathaway family was eating dinner. It was the least thing they could do for Gloria’s friends before they have to go back to their homes. Louise kinda showed off her annoyances in front of everyone, which made Jenny & Vincent roll their eyes. Gloria couldn’t help but feel a bit more worthless since Louise had an excellent plan to cheer up her mother and father from the terrible news they had. Louise’s plan was to become a freelance Journalist, which would be searching for the truth in every nook since that’s what her father wanted to do. However, he chose his other dream job over being a journalist. Brandon was impressed at Louise’s ideas and knowledge of her investigative mind but didn’t want to deal with the shady side of being a journalist. It was definitely cheered up Jessica but she more then ever wanted Gloria to become a teacher, which is because she did lose her job to her own brother. However, Gloria didn’t really know exactly what she wanted to be at this point since she was still thinking on that. Her sisters made her feel completely worthless, which made her feel a bit envious and jealous of their complete, full and well detailed plans. They had their futures in their hands and all she has is being like herself.
On her 10th birthday, her parents moved her entire family from their family home in Cambridge to London, United Kingdom. Gloria had to say goodbye to her best friends, however promised to stay in contact with each other. It was the only thing she could do since she was crying much from departing from her friends. The only good thing in this, was Zoey’s ability to graduate twelve grade with valedictorian levels of grades with a GPA of 5. Zoey’s education was able to get into any university or college in the world, with how high her marks are. However, Zoey picked specifically Cambridge University in UK to go to since it was the best to be apart of. This made Gloria and Louise a bit worried in having to get education in the UK. However, their parents were already ahead of that bell curve and showed what schools and later Universities they could go to. Louise picked basically going from Evergreen Grammar School for A-Level English Literature, Language, Philosophy and Religious Studies. It was a bit too much for her but after that she wanted to go to Oxford University afterwards, even though she’ll have to have higher marks than Zoey. Mostly because she wanted to become a Freelance Journalist paramount to her future.
Gloria, which all she wanted was go to whatever school that was closest to where her parents now lived in London. Even though this was the first time she was celebrating her birthday without her friends. Her sisters definite range of skills kinda made her feel worthless to compete against them. However, she did have great grades too before moving to London. It wasn’t short of amazing that all of the Hathaway’s were basically geniuses in their own ways. However, her mother Jessica wanted to take a break from teaching since she wanted to stay at home. It basically meant the only one that wanted to stay working as a teacher was her father, which he would want to work at Key Stage III as a History Teacher. Gloria was in Key Stage II schooling in the United Kingdom. It was a bit odd for her to be living in a different country, which made herself closed back down and be only trying to be the best Hathaway as possible. She reverted back to how she was before she met her three childhood friends back in preschool in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Jessica talked to her youngest daughter about the University, she wanted to go to since it was important to pick it. Gloria was put on the spot right there, and basically picked Thames’ Edge University after looking through the Universities. It was right in London, which helped Gloria since it would be a pain to move further from her family that is. However, the only good news was her father did get the job as a History Teacher in one of the Key Stage III Schools in London. The family life basically slowed down much but that didn’t change the family dynamic of how urgent everything was for the family as a whole. They lived close enough to Evergreen Grammar School and St. Paul’s College, which were important schools to become apart of a University. However, it was closer to a Key Stage II School that Gloria picked to go to, even though she was very unsure of herself. She didn’t really understand why her parents moved the family all the way to London. Even her sisters were shocked at the decision, however, they did allow their eldest daughter to Graduate High School in the US.
Gloria, a few months later in a park with her mother Jessica was playing by herself. However, she was too shy to even approach any of the other boys or girls. It was a bit too scary to try to get to know anyone right now since she’s only been living in the UK for two months so far. She stayed near her mother throughout the whole time at the park. Jessica couldn’t help but notice her daughter did revert back to how she was only wanting to play with basically her sisters or her parents. This made her worry for her daughter’s development since Gloria was opening up much at school in Cambridge. It was mostly because of the three friends she made, which kinda made her regret moving somewhat. The move was for Gloria’s entire future as a person living in a family as demanding as hers. It didn’t help that she definitely noticed that her daughter was frustrated at herself and was crying somewhat. Jessica hugged her daughter and calmed her down with it and told her it’s going to be alright and nothing is going to bad happen to the family while in the United Kingdom.
Gloria was reassured by her mother, which helped her to stop crying a bit. However, her frustration was a bit harder to quell since she was wanting to see Jenny, Vincent or Maria. It was a bit worrying to say the least, they were the three in her life that she truly felt like they were true friends but the move destroyed that. Her feelings were a bit hurt by what her parents did but she still did love her family as a whole even with the fact her sisters were so much more better than her in certain things. It could’ve been so much worse, however. At least she will get to see her father at a school, which will be a nice change of pace for once. Her father’s historical records are a bit long since he learned everything important about all the countries since he wanted to know everything in History. He was a bit obsessed with not repeating mistakes of the past, which was why he taught history in the first place.
Time flew by a for a bit, until an incident happened to the Hathaway’s because of something happened to Louise Sally Hathaway. Louise disappeared without a trace, and no one really knows what happened to her. However, Gloria was shocked that her older sister Louise vanished, which compounded on the fact she wanted to show up her sisters. This all happened a year before she would attend Evergreen Grammar School. It made her a bit relieved that Louise did vanish but was internally conflicted and frustrated that she couldn’t know where her sister did vanish to. It was mostly because Louise was much closer to Gloria than she had been when Gloria was growing up. Zoey took it the worst out of the entire family since she kinda just slowed down to the point of crying constantly. The banter between the two older sisters felt normal and there was now a new normal in the family, which caused Gloria to be slightly troubled. Because Zoey tried promised Gloria, she would keep an eye on her so she doesn’t vanish alike Louise.
Louise completed her plan much sooner than Zoey, which was the only good thing the family was happy for. However, the disappearance hit the family hard, the only person that believed Louise was still alive was the father. He couldn’t believe that Louise would disappear, which it didn’t help that the Police Department couldn’t explain the disappearance. However, all they wanted to tell the family that she was dead because disappearance cases happen often. It was the admittance of the Police, which frustrated the father to the point of annoyance. The father didn’t believe Louise was dead nor disappeared for a particular reason because he loved his children and wanted them to have a great future ahead of them. He didn’t want to quit his job, but he definitely promised his wife, and two children he would go out and look for Louise every chance he can get. If it wasn’t for her pacifistic nature that frustrates him, he wouldn’t have allowed her to become a Freelance Journalist in the first place. He was basically investigating what the Police didn’t want to find out the truth or what not since they were fixated on other things at the time.
This caused the Hathaway’s to specifically focus onto Zoey and Gloria primarily, to make sure nothing bad happens to them. Gloria was prioritized a bit more to pick courses for the Evergreen Grammar School and what Degrees, which she’ll go after to make sure she follows through with what her parents want. It was pretty obvious she did pick courses to please her parents, and picked a course that her older sister Louise picked, Religious Studies as well. It’s mostly because she felt like that would be a good idea. The historical value of her father in history points, since he enjoys history that he constantly reads up on history of all eras to make sure that nothing is left unturned. He was driven much more after his wife was fired from Harvard University to teach the young to not repeat the mistakes of the past. Out of everything, it was a great turning point in keeping him focused and he even written a book on certain ideas about an alternate history he had thought of. In terms of a fantasy world beautiful and magnificent but has a slight conundrum or basically hypocrisy within it. However, they had to read the book to understand that hypocrisy within it.
Gloria on the only thing, didn’t really expect much from going to Evergreen Grammar School or the Thames’ Edge University later. It was all to please her parents since they want a professor of History & Philosophy. She was hopeful she might open up to people going to that school or even the University but she’s the quiet shy girl in school. However, she was always a hard worker and never really stopped getting very good grades but never really tried to make friends while going to school in the UK. It was pretty much obvious what all her courses were going to be for the next point in her life for the Grammar School in question.
In terms of when she went to the Grammar School in question, stayed her course, until she was finally able to go to Thames’ Edge University. It’s still hard, her father was still searching for Louise and she was accepted to get her Ethics and Philosophy Degree and History Degree as well. However, it was when she was nineteen when she finally attended the University in question. That means its been four years since her sister has vanished without a trace, and Zoey has really went down hill and hasn’t found her footing at all. It was like that competition between Louise and Zoey kept her going, however, she finally became a Pediatrician at least. The work is the only thing she could keep focused on, while living with her parents still.
However, her parents gave her important information about the Thames’ Edge University in question about specifically what it wants out of its students. The purpose was a bit odd but finding a purpose is always something that Gloria was trying to look for and showing up her sisters as well would help. Zoey’s depressive nature really hurt the family a bit since all she could do is say things, Louise would do this or that to get ahead. Even though, it did help that Gloria basically picked a religious twist to her Degree in question since it was about Religious tint to Philosophy. It would be mostly because she didn’t really like seeing her eldest sister Zoe-Zoe depressed. It gave her an important lesson, in terms of making people happier is better than keeping them in depression. As well as, another important lesson of if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all, it was mostly because of her sister Louise said that specifically. It hit her the hardest and wondered what has happened to her, she is a Freelance Journalist.
Gloria to take the Thames’ Edge University up on their offer of living at the Student Accommodations since it would be better to be independent from her parents. However, she does know that her sister Zoey will probably keep an eye on her since her sister is worried. Even though her family does live in London, but not close enough to the University and would be a pain in the ass to go to the University and back to Home. Since her parents live much closer to Evergreen Grammar School and St. Paul’s College. It was to be alike her sisters, who went to even more prestigious universities in the United Kingdom and stayed at the University. Mostly because she does copy her sisters, much and she decided to wear her sister’s casual clothes when she was 19 years old. Because she did love the pattern of them. It was one step for her to finally open up since she didn’t really gain much in the Grammar School.
Education: Thames’ Edge University - 1st Year
Ethics and Philosophy Degree
The Hathaway Family
This family has been going through some troubling times, which was because of the disappearance of Louise Sally Hathaway. Zoey and her parents took it the worst when Louise disappeared. No one really knows how or why she disappeared, however, it might something to do with the fact she’s a freelance journalist. The entire family hopes Louise is still alive and not dead since it would hurt the dynamic within the family. Louise is a beacon of pacifism, which shows that her ideals overridden the ideals of the entire family as a whole. Brandon tries to find Louise all the time wondering where she went, he’s a bit obsessed with the fact she is still alive. Jessica on the other hand is trying to keep Zoey and Gloria on their path, which she is trying to focus on something other than the hole within the family. Zoey has been keeping an eye on Gloria more often to make sure she doesn’t make any mistakes unlike the pacifist middle sister might have done.
Jenny, Maria and Vincent are her friends in the United States. She gained them starting in Preschool through third grade. However, she had to move to London before she started fourth grade at ten years old. These three specifically keep in contact with Gloria since they are true friends and don’t ever take advantage of her intelligence. It doesn’t really help they could easily do so since Gloria is a pushover. They are the same age as Gloria, however, they were born different months to her. Gloria couldn’t really make friends or tried while living in London since her shyness and quietness definitely didn’t help.
Ethel Raina Acosta (52)
Ethel is Maria’s mother, which she’s married to Jessica’s brother Kyle Will Acosta. Who married her after falling out with his sister Jessica, which kinda hurt Ethel a bit. It was nice to reconnect with her best friend Jessica since Gloria was in her preschool class. She praised Gloria’s parents for how well they made it to be the best professors at Harvard University. She knew she embarrassed Gloria a bit much about how much she praised her family. She’s exactly the same age as Jessica.
Maria Rena Acosta (19)
Maria is Ethel and Kyle’s daughter. She became best friends with Gloria, which she truly did felt like nothing could tear apart their friendship. Maria was extremely happy and never once wanted to use Gloria’s intelligence in a negative way. She helped Gloria in becoming a bit more open and outgoing to gain more friends, which mostly because her friend Gloria has a hard time opening to people. Maria was born on April 6, 2000, which makes her the exact age as Gloria, Jenny and Vincent. She doesn’t have any other siblings, which is a good thing in some cases. The one thing she promised to Gloria was to be her friend for the rest of their lives, however, she has no real experience with younger or older siblings. However, she became pretty depressed when Gloria moved all the way to London.
Jenny Senna Francis (19)
Jenny’s parents are quite too busy, which gave her time to make friends. However, when her mother lost her job it was a bit much for her family. Her mother was too coddling after she lost her job and wanted to raise her youngest daughter correctly. It was because she didn’t want her daughter to lose her job when she actually gets one. However, she was still allowed to grow and be friends with her classmates of Maria, Gloria and Vincent. Her mother is named Jenna Irina Francis, which was too much of a downer to really go to Gloria’s Birthday Parties nor fly to London on Gloria’s parent’s dime. Jenna was ill as well and didn’t want to ruin the birthday party with her humor. Jenny was born on March 12, 2000 and she’s the same age as Gloria, Maria and Vincent. She promised Gloria to be her best friend and give her advice on figuring out specific things to be better than her depressive mother. She knew how much trouble older sisters can be since she has two of herself but they are definitely not as annoying as Louise and Zoey. It was a bit odd to feel like if her sisters were alike Zoey and Louise, which she would probably be having the same exact issues as Gloria. Jenny took Gloria’s move really hard, it was supposed to be the four of them going on with their lives.
Vincent Leo Carlton (19)
Vincent’s parents are extremely strict, which gave him not as much time for most things. However, he met Gloria, Maria and Jenny, which caused his mood to change for the better. Vincent was born on January 24, 2000 and he’s the same age as Gloria, Maria and Jenny. He’s quite fond of Gloria, because of the fact she was sweet for being so shy and quiet. It was a change of pace from the fact his parents were completely not quiet. He doesn’t really like to talk about his parents since its a sore topic. He took Gloria’s move the hardest since he couldn’t really understand the real reason, however, he was specifically told by Gloria’s parents its for her education. The one thing he enjoys was the fact that his friends has very different families and goals. Gloria’s sisters were a bit too much for him, which he knew of her frustrations of feeling worthless around them. He promised Gloria would always be her friend and help her against her issues.
Relationship: To be filled out as the RP Progresses
Nationality Though born in the United Kingdom, Kirsty is three-fourths Indian
Appearance With vivid skin, a full figure, lustrous white hair, and remarkable red eyes, Kirsty is not even close to as repulsive as her self-esteem tells her she is. One gets the impression she's too busy or modest to devote a lot of time to her appearance, and it can show at times, but her luck in the genetics department is undeniable and carries a lot of weight. Hers is a highly expressive face, reflecting her -typically sunny- mood without restraint, but her manner and body language suggest a fidgety restlessness, often on edge. It's hard for her to get comfortable. She wears rectangular glasses to correct her nearsightedness.
Her usual outfits manage to be nice enough without being especially remarkable, and the fashion-minded observer can often tell that she could be doing better. Her favorite garb is simply a black sweater with gray pants. Her casual wear consists of a snug gray hoodie, often paired with an unsightly hairband to keep her hair under control. In the World of Fog, she favors a bolder look. Her kindly features harden, and she replaced her typically demure outfit with a tougher, more run-and-tumble sort of formal.
Her shadow reflects Kirsty's inner vision, appearing as a high-society saint. This striking, confident appearance exhibits utmost self-glorification, signifying how far above others she thinks she is, and how much respect and success she believes she deserves.
Personality Kirsty is first and foremost a perfectionist, and an altruistic one at that. Raised with an acute understanding of what is right and that it should be done at all costs, she attempts to live out ideal behavior. She does her best to be generous, trusting, conversational, kind, empathetic, always trying to avoid conflict and help out others, no matter the expense to herself. With almost no self-esteem of her own (in fact believing she is physically and mentally repugnant to most everyone around her) she is most happy when meeting (or better yet surpassing) the expectations of others. As a result she is self-sacrificing, self-effacing, and prone to cave into most anything. She believes that working hard to earning the respect of others is vital, and she is very unhappy when people are displeased with her. She'll accept criticism or punishment for mistakes without question, assured that it'll make her better in the long run—for what is life, but being better than yesterday? She tries to be determined, thorough, and very responsible, which all aid in this mission. In short, she's a perfect doormat, yet that's hardly earned her the respect she thought it would.
Of course, the extremes of her traits don't manifest all the time. Mostly, she's genuinely perky and pleasant, pretty straight-laced, and quite talkative. She's of average -or perhaps slightly below average- intelligence, but she works hard. It's tough for her to relax, but it's clear that she really enjoys any time she gets to do so, and whoever might want to keep her company while doing so. Aside from playing in her sister's band, going to different places to relax is her biggest hobby, and she enjoys being around other people. Mealtime, a period of relaxation in which to enjoy food, is particularly important to her, and missing meals tends to upset her. It's easy for her to come across to strangers as annoying, disingenuous, sycophantic, and that she's just trying to be better than everyone else.
As time has gone on, however, Kirsty has evidenced a few changes. There's a certain forced fragility to her smile. She seems tired, distracted, and even dull at times. It's not hard to find her nodding off, even when she's supposed to be at some task. One can get the sense that she's trying to hold back a lot of stress.
Kirsty's shadow, her other self, is a selfish, prideful, two-faced monster. Having forsaken the pretense of her ideals as goodness for goodness' sake, she exhibits a stunning apathy for other people and their struggles; in fact, the only thing she cares about from others is how respectable and virtuous they can make her look. A loud, crass, forceful, ultra-confident, and self-assertive reprobate, she's happy to turn on any parasites who don't appreciate her and shower her with gratitude.
Persona Gregor Samsa The story goes that one morning a normal everyday salesman, who worked all his days to provide for his family, woke up to find himself transformed into a hideous, verminous insect. Unable to so much as speak, he remained in his room, shunned and abused by most of his family as they were obliged to work for themselves. Only his sister cared for him, but she had her own life to lead, and could eventually stomach the parasite no longer. In the end, unable to live on as a burden to his family, and as a hideous thing hated by all, Gregor starved himself to death. After that, the sun shined on his family once more.
Skill Curse & raw offense. Gregor unleashes dark magic, keeping it close as orbiting projectiles while throwing himself into his enemies wholesale, or releasing it in waves as he slams into walls or the ground. Though not berserk or crazed, his fighting style suggests self-destructiveness, a reckless indifference to his own condition as he endeavors to stamp out his foes as quickly as possible.
Equipment Tri-blade Katar, a model weapon mimicking the deadly push-daggers utilized in India throughout its history, and a industrial nailgun, which in the World of Fog gets a lot more launching power out of its compressed air
Education Thames' Edge University Degree in Journalism, 2nd year
Biography When Kirsty's family set out to raise her, they sought to raise her right. Her father, born and bred in Wales but landed in India as a business consultant, eventually returned to the United Kingdom with the woman that he loved. They enjoyed moderate success, sticking together through both highs and lows, and they were united in one belief: that the good life was earned, and that it would come to people in accordance to their hard work. They wanted more than a good life for their children, and for themselves in their old age. For that to happen in a challenging, unkind world, their kids would need to be raised just right. From an early age the twin sisters, Kirsty and Erin, were taught the very ideals of behavior. They learned to be kind and considerate, selfless and helpful, putting the needs of others above their own. They were taught to be perfect, as beautiful and flawless as diamonds in the rough, and their future seemed to glitter just as brightly.
Erin's dream was music. She longed to play on the grandest of stages to the adoration of the public, and her passion received her family's full support. Kirsty drank in the dream and joined her twin sister in its pursuit, finding even greater talent than Erin did. In high school, they formed a band with a childhood friend -Carter- and two friends from school. After classes they played together, working to make their dreams come true. As the years went by, however, the band never rose above mediocrity. It struggled to find a foothold and make an impact on the public, and the passion that infected Kirsty began to fade. She never dreamed of abandoning her sister and her friends, but she knew in her bones that the band couldn't make it, and she couldn't bear the thought of letting her parents down. Without Erin knowing, Kirsty changed courses and started down the road toward journalism. In doing so she gradually gained a new set of friends, school-minded folks oriented toward academic achievement and success. Thanks to her drive, wit, and willingness to help, she quickly made herself a vital member of the group, relied on by all. Kirsty soon found all her time split between school and band, and the two groups of friends she purposefully kept separate.
This divide persisted as she began at her university, and the pressure began to build. The band, whose members she knew and treasured for so long, needed her help. Their failure to gain popularity brought frustration, and the sentiment arose that Kirsty -their star member- wasn't pulling her weight anymore. When she tried to correct, however, Kirsty found resistance from her school friends, who needed her nigh-limitless support, goodwill, and help to keep on making good grades. Torn in two directions and unable to commit to either, Kirsty spent the rest of the school year fighting on both fronts, trying to please everyone. In the end, however, she pleased nobody, and she wore herself out doing it. Both groups of friends were suffering, but Kirsty, perennially tired and brain-fried, couldn't live both lives. No matter how hard she tried, her goals were getting farther out of reach, and her friends were slipping between her fingers. Gone was the perfect star whose light enriched all it shone upon; a liability had taken her place, and Kirsty's friends began to treat her accordingly. Their treatment hurt almost as badly as the feeling of failure that plagued her, and Kirsty neared her wit's end. She knew she wasn't happy, and she couldn't keep this up match longer. Was either road worth all this? What, she wondered, did she even want to do? Aimless and fraying, she reached out for purpose.
Erin Ramaswamy – Kirsty's twin sister. Kindred spirits and the best of friends, they lived their whole lives with one another to depend upon. While Erin didn't have as the same musical touch as Kirsty, she was far more passionate about and dedicated to her craft, which placed her as the de-facto leader of the band. She believes that Kirsty is a vital element of the band, with her whole-hearted participation necessary for its success and her increasing inability to focus the primary factor in its lack of success. It's become increasingly clear that Kirsty's heart is not in it, and the two are growing apart.
Shrishti Ramaswamy – Kirsty's mother. An ambitious, go-getter reporter working for the most prestigious publication in New Delhi, she met Kirsty's father while he worked as a business consultant in India, and the two eventually married before moving to the United kingdom. Wants nothing but the best for her children, and endeavored to raise them ideally.
Harvey Ramaswamy – Kirsty's father. Born in Wales to an Welsh father and Indian mother, he grew up in the United Kingdom but maintained a strong connection to his mother's homeland. He eventually spent many years there himself for work. Wants nothing but the best for his children, and endeavored to raise them ideally.
Drew Whittney – a childhood friend of both Kirsty and Erin. Something of a nerd and wallflower, he benefited greatly from the sisters' compassion in his earlier years. Eventually he joined their band as the keyboardist, and hopes to make it big alongside them. Owing to his childhood friendship he's got a crush on Kirsty, and nowadays oftentimes butters her up. Citing her naivety and good nature, he's appointed himself as her guardian, and for her protection lets her know what others think about her. While the news is invariably bad, he stands firm as her rock of support, who appreciates her despite all her 'faults'. As such, he keeps her close and steers her away from 'bad influences'.
Annalynn Drinkwater – a good friend of Kirsty's, the closest to her among her school friends. She's funny and engaging, but while sharp-witted is also both lazy and pragmatic. In exchange for gratitude, praise, and validation, she's more than happy to let Kirsty do the bulk of her work for her. They spend a lot of free time together and enjoy each others' company.
Paula Navarro – Kirsty's professor. Though always somewhat helpful, she's really stepped up to give Kirsty a hand as her studies started to suffer. She gives Kirsty advice and tips, and assistance with difficult problems, and all Kirsty needs to do in return is help out with some chores now and again. This includes a part-time 'job' at Ms. Navarro's house, where the professor insists Kirsty dons attire appropriate to her 'profession' and for some reason films her as she goes about it. For her part Kirsty doesn't know why, but she trusts in her professor fully.
June Binner - the last of Kirsty's bandmates. The two are not particularly close, but they respect one another in the sense that coworkers do.
Appearance Leo is a narrow-shouldered and unimposing boy with a lithe frame and below-average musculature. His dirty blonde hair is tussled into a deliberate bedhead in all but the most formal of occasions and he usually has a blank, innocent look on his face, as if completely unbothered by his surroundings at all times. Trying to call his attention to something will typically elicit a futile squint on his part, and as such he typically adopts a pair of rectangular-framed glasses while in class or when painting, though they're strictly absent in most other contexts. He dresses in expensive, but simplistic clothing, preferring plain colors and quality fabrics to anything explicitly flashy. His attire isn't very formal outside the relevant occasions, favoring mundane long-sleeved T-shirts or even tracksuits despite him being far from athletically active.
Personality Leo generally maintains a sunny and affable demeanor to those around him, with an infectious excitability about his hobby - namely painting - that he tries to spread to anyone who will listen; willing or otherwise. He has a particular fondness for painting sunsets, but he's constantly hoping for new muses to catch his attention, and he has no problem pestering people that he's formed even the bare minimum of a relationship with to help him seek them out. Ironically, he often misses these scenic vistas he'd otherwise enjoy painting by sheer lack of attention. He's sociable and friendly, though it's usually evident that he wants himself and his interests to be at the forefront of the discussion at all times, and extended conversation can quickly reveal traces of typical upper-class personality flaws and general obliviousness to how the world works. Likewise, this naiveté can make him come off as very inattentive or careless, especially when coupled with his tendency to be astoundingly unobservant of his surroundings. Unless he's actively focusing on or interested in something, it may as well not even exist to Leo; which is at least partially a consequence of him being fairly nearsighted yet rarely deigning to wear glasses.
Underneath all the layers of optimism he outwardly portrays, Leo is a deeply torn individual, caught between the expectations of his father that he doesn't find appealing and hobbies that he's been taught to consider frivolous as much as he does interesting. He's unwilling or unable to accomplish all that his father asks of him, and he selfishly refuses to compromise or deal with his issues, instead simply ignoring them in false hope they'll just go away in the end with no effort on his part.
Biography As the sole heir of a wealthy Swiss financier, Leo lived a fairly privileged childhood. He grew up in an upper class area in northern Switzerland, attending prestigious schools for almost the entirety of his educational career. Despite this, typical academic pursuits didn't interest him. His father owned a modest art collection, an eccentricity the man cultivated as a status symbol he could subtly boast about, and it had always captivated young Leo. When he was eight, his family took a vacation to Rome, which Leo found even more fascinating than the oil paintings hanging around his house. Every grand mural and impressive work of sculpture was a talent he hoped to match. He wanted to be a painter like all the famous Renaissance people and artists of antiquity. When he got home, it took little time before Leo was signed up for art classes and practicing regularly. His parents were about as supportive of the interest as any parent is in their child's passing fancy, though his father continued to dismiss Leo's hobby as a pointless diversion no matter how committed or interested he was in it.
It was made very clear he'd be expected to inherit the family fortune and that business schooling should be his primary concern, which initially didn't bother Leo in the slightest. After all, he could certainly maintain a mere hobby alongside cultivating his family's wealth. Though, as he grew older, he became less and less enchanted with the idea. Obligations of how to behave, who to associate with, what he needed to do with his life, not to mention a wife and kids; it was stifling, and yet Leo had no alternative. Art wasn't exactly a lucrative career path, and he could only skirt by on his inheritance for so long. After deliberating on what he really wanted for so long, it eventually grew to the point where he didn't want to do anything. Everything in his life thus far had been handed to him on a silver platter, and the notion of having to put genuine effort toward something he didn't want to do offended his spoiled sensibilities. Thus, he chose to selfishly cling to an illusion of always getting everything he wanted.
To that end, he simply chose to put as much distance between himself and his problems as he could in hopes he could ignore them forever. Outside the country, his parents wouldn't be as overbearing, no one would be hawkishly watching his decisions, and nobody would be trying to conscript him into the Swiss Army. Leo applied to foreign universities, knowing his father would fund it regardless as long as he was studying in a field he approved of, and was eventually accepted by Thames' Edge. In his first year, Leo came to embody the essence of 'ignorance is bliss'. He was never a very perceptive boy when he wasn't trying to paint something, and it was only a short leap from there to shutting out anything he didn't want to hear. Problems, people; he wanted nothing to do with anything that threatened his optimistic delusions. As far as Leo was concerned, he was perfectly content skating by as an average student and gaining cheap validation from Twitter comments about his posted art.
Affiliations Berhtram Gremminger - Leo's father, a wealthy Swiss businessman from a line of old money. While he does have very strong ideas about how his son should conduct himself, he's not truly as uncompromising and cold as Leo might describe him as and merely wants the best for the boy. He sees steering Leo into a career in finance as the easiest and best life he could provide for his son, as he'd have a comfortable job at Berhtram's firm and be more than prepared to inherit the company.
Anna Gremminger - Leo's mother, an upper class woman from the canton of Schwyz, was more engaged in Leo's life than his busy and somewhat distant father, as Berhtram was easily rich enough to allow her to not work a day in her life after they married. As such, she spent her days at home watching little Leo's art projects and encouraging him as any good mother would do, though she still ultimately sides with his father on matters of Leo's prospective career path.
Appearance Tall, with lean muscles and skin that tans when it gets too much sun, or pales when there's lack thereof. Perpetual frown has now become her resting face, regardless if the woman's actually pissed. And she usually isn't, just confused or overthinking. Her hair, usually kept loose, is black though strands of it look deep brown when under the sun, and her dark-brown eyes often are mistaken for black.
She is seen wearing somewhat upscale-casual clothes, usually pieces borrowed from her cousin's lover. These pieces are more often than not monochromatic, i.e. a solid black tank-top with solid white capris, or vice-versa. It's uncommon to see her wearing color or shades of grey.
In the World of Fog, she'd likely opt for clothing that included maximum coverage and pockets. Perhaps a turtle-neck accompanied by a many-pocketed vest, cargo pants with steel-toed boots and thin, leather gloves.
Personality Once quick to act and, more accurately, react, Adonna is now crippled by the idea of the right way to act, and the consequences her actions might cause, rendering her prone to inaction or slow reaction. Hers was, and still is, a black and white outlook, and when that was challenged, when shades of grey were thrust upon her, at first she reacted violently, becoming a volatile mess. But that sort of energy burns up fast, and it left her with few remaining in her corner. While she still believes in not tolerating injustice, and that justice should be pursued steadfast and straightforward, she's no longer sure what actions are right or even how to pursue it and remain just herself.
Adonna's shadow self is fully moon-white, outlines and details in black. She sits atop an elevated platform, motionless and mute, peering down upon those that circle around her: friends, family, all those she's known and have impacted her life, moving in several many circles around the center, predictable and paced. Those who are good are in circles closer to her, and they are full white like herself, inaudibly laughing and full of smiles. Those who are bad are in circles farther from her, and are unlit as though in pure night, shone only by the white outlines that make up their person. Outlines which show their frowns and silently howling mouths.
It is said that the Wendigo was once a man who, having eaten the flesh of his own kind, became hungry for more and wouldn't stop hunting for just another taste until he became as monstrous in form as his desires.
There's another tale. One far less told. About a man of the law who grew tried of the maze of lies he had to navigate just to live. One day he saw himself in the mirror, and grew mad. For what he saw did not match the twisted man he was within. No longer could he deal in convulded punishments or tricky payments. He decided that, instead, from who'd done wrong he'd rip from them a pound of flesh.
The Wendigo appears as it does above, save for its shadowy muzzle can be seen in profile view, within which it has unnaturally white teeth. It moves slow, has no long-range attacks, and will only attack with its massive maw, attempting to rip away whatever it sinks its teeth into.
Biography There was good and there and bad, and they were two seperate things in Adonna's eyes. But when her mother got back with her father, she couldn't reconcile the world in front of her with the world she believed in. So she fought for her vision to be true. Literally. And this winded her in a string of trouble and several run-ins with the law. The consequences would have been greater had her father not stepped in, which furthered the confusion Adonna felt. Some people may have adapted, but she refused to budge from her beliefs, stubborn as ever.
Ironically, this landed her in with a poor moral crowd, and combined with her actions, threatened to get her into truly deep trouble. It was around this time that she expressed her desire for change, a do-over, to her cousin. Though much older, he knew first hand the volatility of their family and because he himself saw in her what he could have become had he not had help, he offered her a lifeline: Come live with him in London, get a fresh start, and he'd even get the ball rolling to get her enrolled at Thames' Edge University.
Morgan Nash - Friend from the University's MMA society who, since Adonna left, has been trying to get her to rejoin.
Nara Ito - The girlfriend whom she had to leave behind to start her new life. Though they tried the long distance thing, it unfortunately petered out.
Tommy Cahill - Old highschool sweetheart who recently contacted her. He was surprised to hear that she was in another continent, thinking for certain she'd have spent the rest of her life in New York.
Adrian Borromeo - Adonna's father with whom she has a strained relationship. Until Adonna moved overseas with her cousin, he bankrolled her expenditures.
Elena Cannata Borromeo - Adonna's mother whom she used to be very protective of. Now estranged, Adonna has rotating feelings of guilt for not being there with her and confusion over her mum's choices.
Virgil Borromeo - The elder cousin who moved to London back when he turned 18, tired of New Jersey, New York, the East Coast in general, and what he considered to be their toxic family.
Landry Lange - Virgil's lover and lender/pusher of clothing pieces and accessories.
Appearance: Felix stands at 4'11, and has a lithe build. The main phrase people think when they see him is Fox, as his features are quite vulpine. This isn't helped by Felix deliberately growing his red hair so that it looks like he has fox ears, and that his ears are covered by the bangs. His eyes are amber coloured, though it's rare to see them as his eyes are normally slit in a vulpine way. For everyday wear he's usually outfitted in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with some kind of nerd logo on it, along with a pair of trainers. When travelling to the world of fog, he switches to wearing steel lined green boots and gauntlets, covered by a green sircoat with bronze trim. On the back of the sircoat is a grinning fox head in bronze.
Personality: The best way to describe Felix is a workaholic without work. His brain thrives on solving problems and challenging himself, but unfortunately his singleminded dedication to those things causes him to burn through them quicker than Sonic with a chili dog. As such this often leaves him in a bitter mood, and makes him pretty snarky to those around him. While not a sociopath, he does have a poor grasp of emotions and how to actually deal with them. He's tried to understand, even taking an A level in psychology to try and gain more knowledge, but people are a closed book to him. If someone does manage to actually befriend Felix, he is possessive of them. He won't stifle their freedom, but of anyone crosses them he will put his considerable intellect to destroying them.
Education Clinically Proven to not be a Sociopath Felix obtained A-Levels in History, Mathematics, Psychology, Philosophy, and Physics, passing with distinction. Is a black-belt in Taekwondo He is currently studying Archeology at the University
Likes: Video Games, Tabletop Games, Pizza
Dislikes: Needles, Boredom
Arcana Representation: Magician
Affiliations: Raphael Phobos: the only person who can actually get along with Felix. Currently studying medicine at Oxford. Has a teeny tiny bit of an anger management issue. Odin Stone: Felix's maternal uncle and guardian. Works as a pub landlord at the King's Back. Maria Arachnee: Felix's psychiatrist.
Relationships None (for now...)
Backstory: Born in the town of Llychbaen in Ireland, Felix was orphaned at the age of six. His family was driving home from the cinema when they got hit by a truck. Felix only survived as he was in the back seat. According to his psychiatrist, this is probably the root of his muted empathy.
He was placed into the care of his mother's brother, Odin Stone, who worked at a pub in London named the King's Back. Dating back to 1660, the old pub was named as a nod to the monarchy restoration, and the sign has a picture of a king facing away. While Odin tried, he wasn't particularly a good parent, being a few years too young to have kids. It didn't help that post the accident Felix had developed a need to keep his brain working. At first it was a method to stop remembering the accident, but the rush of challenging the limits of intelligence was intoxicating to the young boy. It wasn't until he was eleven that the problem with this mindset began to show up. When he didn't have something to latch on to, he became irritable and depressed, all that mental activity with nothing to latch on to.
Fortunately he met Raphael around this time. The two literally hit it off as Felix was at peak withdrawal, and Raph wasn't in the mood for his snarky bullshit. Raph kicked his arse as Felix hadn't started Taekwondo yet, but the two found sort of kindred spirits in the other. They were both kids with issues that their peers couldn't understand.
Life passed quickly after that. Felix continued to wander aimlessly through life, merely moving between one challenge and the next. He signed up for archaeology at university on a whim, though the idea of travelling around excavating history did appeal to the youth, if only because new countries meant new challenges.
Reynard the Fox
Description of persona: Reynard is a character dating back near a millennia. A trickster spirit, and the protagonist of a number of stories where his wit got him both into and out of many situations. Said stories were actually so popular in their day that it changed the French for fox from 'Goupil' to 'Renard'. Due to the prevelance of Kitsune in the collective consciousness, in no small part due to an anime that shall remain nameless, Reynard has been changed to fit the more fantastical creatures, granting him more of a mystical nature.
Abilities: Grants the ability to weave illusions to confuse and manipulate opponents Can deal Curse damage which grants the affliction Marked for Death increasing the damage others do to the target. Resistance to Mental Effects
Offender Risk Profile "Single, white laddie of 18 goin' on 19" "Right 5'9 on the mark, av'rage as can b'. Hair look like a birdie nestin'. Wears hoodies 'nd darke' trousers" "Born 'nd raised Brummie. Moved b'tween homes on welfare" "Scholarship student at Thames' Edge" "Prickly, reserved type, turn y' down for a drink kind of twat" "Political supporter of populist, xenophobic movements, domestic 'nd online"
Personal statement retrieved from UCAS The forces of economics have decided my life for me since the day I was born, so naturally by choosing to study this subject I can attempt to take back control of my life. My parents worked steady jobs until the recession, when they got laid off and we were put on welfare ever since. I heard this story repeated many times by my neighbors and relatives. And I lived it myself, a latchkey kid making runs to the food bank while my parents checked in daily at the job center for the next part time job available. I understood from a young age that businesses saw labor as numbers like their products. But unlike a goods or money supply where theory has allowed for excess demand to be represented as deficit or debt, a shortage in labor just means lower productivity. The unemployment rate of Britons had soared and never recovered in my lifetime, and as part of the problem I always sought to fix it. I became a practicing economist when I was only 10 years of age. My parents stopped arguing over expenses when they decided to give me their checks to organize. I knew even the days of birthday and Christmas novelties were bygone, so I maximized our budget purely for survival. After rent, whatever food banks could not provide I scrounged for at every supermarket sale within Birmingham almost, and holiday presents became gifts of clothes like the suits my father wore to job interviews. I reckon my family fared better than most in my area, since my next door tenants changed more frequently than we moved. My parents soon trusted me enough to do their taxes for them since I was managing their income anyways. Thus I became interested in looking up where our taxpayer money went towards government spending. I was angry when learning how much politicians spent lining the pockets of non Britons outside in the EU, while our own people with empty pockets go hungry right under their noses. Looking for alternatives, I read An Essay on the Principle of Population by Thomas Robert Malthus. Two hundred years later and counting I find his sentiments agreeable and views undeniable, that our population working or not if unfed becomes a detriment to our economy extending into society itself. What has also declined over time is the moral standard of the nation after influxes of immigrants with ulterior motives. Food security is threatened when good Briton establishments are shuttered then reopened by immigrants as greasy spoon kebab shops and Chinese takeaways importing outside food. I went to school with immigrants, and am proud to have beaten them in the subjects of mathematics and sciences as the top one percentile of my class. I studied hard to prove along with other Britons to the world that our nation has a self sufficient workforce including my parents whose utility we must prioritize over shelling out to immigrants and the EU. Brexit was an opportunity for me to initiate the change I wanted in my life. Despite being underage to vote at the time, I joined my local chapter of the Vote Leave campaign. I participated in conferences and rallies, where I helped organize participants and record political concerns and positions. I then personally requested to my campaign manager I follow up on those who live close to my home, handing them flyers and conversing with my neighborhood business owners, workers, and unemployed on how Brexit is the first step towards fixing our economy. I remember the talk I had with my parents who opposed my "donation" of time to politics, but I convinced them to vote "leave." I think my efforts contributed to the greater achievement of Brexit than any academic or professional one, and I learned from voters the importance of listening to the workforce that runs an economy when fixing one. The microeconomics of labor utility can be focused on after macroeconomic issues like labor market gluts are dealt with. I have no time to play and all the time to devote towards studying economics for a future where my parents have steady pay again.
Gender: Male Age: 18 Sexuality: Heterosexual Nationality: British Appearance: Brunette hair is long, curly and almost always messy, eyes with brown irises narrowed and shifty as if paranoid, wears hoodies to cover head out of self consciousness, darker color trousers with long unfolded hems, dark brown loafers, facial expressions shift between drooping disdain to tightened irritation Height: 5'9" Personality: Prickly or easily irritated when someone else attempts to initiate interaction, usually prefers being reserved and does activities on his own, converses with a stick up his butt in formal situations or at most sarcasm when relaxed, has suppressed anger about parents and financial situation, haughty towards those less fortunate (or outright discriminatory towards immigrants) but only if they show weakness, hates acting weak himself and would rather withdraw into shell than admit discomfort or negative emotions Persona: Black Death
Skill: Nuclear Equipment: Cane gun Education: Economics Year 1 Biography: His parents worked steady jobs until the recession, when they got laid off and they were put on welfare ever since. Neither his father nor mother were financially savvy and spent most of their time job hunting, so they dumped the responsibility of managing finances onto their son who did show high aptitude for mathematics at young age. He grew up a latchkey kid who was self conscious about his poverty and fostered resentment against his parents for their ineptitude. Read economic theories particularly by Thomas Malthus and agreed the moral standard of living was being corrupted in his time. Became influenced by populist, xenophobic rhetoric online and showed racist disdain for immigrants around his area. When the EU referendum was beginning he joined the Vote Leave campaign as a youth organizer and devoted time to talking with voters, to the disapproval of parents who thought he should get a job for more income. Later applied to university and was accepted on scholarship at least for undergraduate studies, however conflicted whether he should stay for graduate years or return home to find work and provide for family. Affiliations: Mother and father
Cara is a tall, voluptuous woman with an olive complexion. Her dark brown hair easily sweeps her shoulders, framing her heart shaped face and large, gray eyes. Her plump lips are usually curved into a smile, matching the typical deposition she tends to have. At this point in her life it's obvious she takes very good care of herself, having a toned and trained body ready at any time (as a few broken noses and bruises can attest to). Her usual style of clothing varies depending on whatever whimsy she feels, though the one consistency is a pearl pendant hanging around her neck--she is never seen without it.
On entering the World of Fog, Cara ends up in one of her favorite workout outfits: an orange and red cropped hoodie, a pair of trendy slit cross-lined yoga pants, and some laceless sneakers. She'll usually pull her hair up into a ponytail to keep it from getting too distracting, though she won't turn on her music since it's probably better to be aware of her surroundings.
Cara comes off as a very straightforward person. She has no issues offering her opinion on a matter, and is generally open minded, making her easy to talk to. She has a rather positive deposition, an optimistic view on nearly everything, and likes to look for the silver linings in even the worst situations. Having an eye for detail, she picks up on the little things, and is welcoming to whoever seeks her out. Calm and usually keeping a calm head, she is a driven woman who has taken on a lot of responsibility in a short amount of time, having learned to make difficult decisions for the good of her little family.
That being said, she does tend to lean on the blunter side of things and seems to have no end to her sarcastic quips. Whenever her temper does flare up she won't hold backThere also tends to be a certain point where people realize that she hardly opens up about herself, keeping people at arm's length. She seems to struggle with confiding in people, preferring to talk about anything or anyone else. Her family seems to be a sensitive topic, though she does at least give the bare minimum on why in that department. She has a bitter point of view regarding her own life, doing what's needed to provide for said family.
Despite devoting herself and her purity to the Lord at a young age, her father promised her hand to the Emperor. In a fit of rage and influenced by the devil, he imprisoned and tortured her, visiting her every day and asking again and again for her hand in marriage. She adamantly refused each time, and repeatedly made several attempts at her life, with divine intervention saving her three times. Finally, the emperor had her beheaded, and thus was she able to keep her vow of purity. Centuries after her death, her tomb was discovered, and upon moving an urn with her blood, they glittered and shone like diamonds. The sight convinced the church dignitaries that a new star had risen among the blessed.
Education 3rd Year, currently pursuing a degree in Nursing
Biography Born in Palma, Spain, Cara's childhood was typical, but uneventful for the most part, and in hindsight she was glad for it. She was brought up with two principals: anything worth doing was meant to be put in one hundred percent, and family was everything. The former was exemplified with her hard working parents demonstrating it nearly every day, the latter coming easily with a loving family and a slightly annoying younger sister. Still, for Cara her main focus was always on training, her passion for mixed martial arts blooming around the time she hit secondary school. Once she turned 18, she finally received her mother's reluctant approval to participate in tournaments--the only caveat would be that she'd continue her education to fall back on. Cara was convinced that MMA was her life and wanted to dedicate everything to it.
Six months ago, her priorities shifted as a car accident took not only her parents' lives but those of her aunt and uncle. To her complete shock, she was named as her cousin's guardian, and she was suddenly in charge of both her cousin and younger sister. Gone was any dream of hers, replaced with the reality that she was now responsible not just for herself but for two other people. Her nursing degree was no longer a backup, but her main focus as she prioritized both Julia and Esperanza's well being. She figured having a legitimate job was better than the inconsistent pay placing in tournaments. Of course, the rest of the family didn't make anything easier, the constant criticisms on how Cara handled everything from childcare to choosing to remain in her parents' home grating on her more than she wanted to admit. It came to a head at a family dinner when the topic of Juliet's decision to continue her secondary education as far away from Spain as she could caused an explosive argument.
Deciding to get away, Cara chose to leave the country and emigrate to England. She chose London on her coach's suggestion, and once there sought out the therapist he had suggested. It felt like things seemed to stabilize for the most part, although juggling Juliet and Esperanza while trying to settle into a new life at a new university was exceedingly difficult. Still, it was for family, and Cara made sure both of them were taken care of while she worked on graduating. All she needed to do was overcome this first hurdle before tackling the next.
Juliet Lucero de la Barrera Cara's younger sister. Juliet's depression was Cara's main motivator in moving to the United Kingdom, feeling she could get her better help there. The younger girl has a passion for music that seemed to die with her parents, although she does her best to keep herself out of trouble. Esperanza Lucero de la Barrera Cara's younger cousin and secondary motivator. Cara's custody of Esperanza started the main uproar in the family and it has been a downhill battle ever since. Fortunately Esperanza herself is on the quieter side and gives Cara few problems. Julio and Lucia de la Barrera Cara's deceased parents. Their influence on their daughter remains strong to this day.
Stefan Ignacio Cara's former MMA coach. He urged Cara to do what was best for her, understanding the difficult position she was in. Despite the distance he makes sure to keep in touch.
Appearance Having both pale skin and a somewhat thin frame, it's very easy to tell that John doesn't go outside very often. He usually wears dark colored clothing, such as dark-gray pants and long-sleeved black shirts, jackets, or tracksuits. Combining his lanky figure with his looks, he's not an unattractive person in the slightest, though his lifeless eyes detract points from his appearance. He usually has baggy, dull eyes due to an unhealthy sleep schedule maintained by copious amounts of caffeine.
In the Shadow World, John doesn't change his outfit from the norm.
Personality John is somewhat of a gloomy and apathetic person. Due to a negatively poignant incident in the past, the introvert he was became an even bigger introvert. He prefers not to make conversations and would even shy away from others at certain times. If there's something strong that this irresolute person has, it's the fact that he would never blame his faults on others due to his sense of responsibility. He criticizes and doubts himself very often, which leads to frequent hesitation over choices.
John possesses an inner strength that rarely crops up. It's hard for him to muster up the resolve to do anything that he doesn't like or anything that he finds to difficult. He misses opportunities, makes excuses for his screw-ups, and blames himself for those failures, which leads to him repressing more and more. The young man is extremely intelligent, which gave him a certain kind of arrogance in the past that is now very muted today. His fire-forged apathy is a blessing as much as it is a curse due to how it wards off most people.
He can get aggressive when people try to force themselves into his personal bubble. The young man just wants to be left alone and be unbothered for as much as possible. The only things that currently makes him happy is his hobby of making music and surfing the internet.
To sum it all up, he's currently a lazy, procrastinating, rotten piece of trash all balled up in the body of a youth.
His shadow self is even nastier than what he was at his worst. The physical difference between them is only the fact that the shadow has a bit longer hair tied up into a short ponytail. He's a vicious and arrogant person who tears into any perceived weakness. It's almost like there's nothing he doesn't despise. To him, the whole world is something to laugh at. Persona Minos
The mythical first king of Crete who died and then became a judge of the dead in the underworld. He is the son of Zeus and Europa and he has multiple interpretations of his character. He was either seen as a cruel, heartless tyrant who sacrificed children to the minotaur, or he was a good king who improved legislation and suppressed piracy. Either way, after his death, he took on an inhuman form befitting the title of a judge of the dead.
Education Year 1 Thames' Edge University Degree in Music.
Biography John Doe was born to a normal family in the urban area of New York. 3 years after he was born, his younger sister was born. His parents tend to dote on his sister more than him, but it didn't really bother him that much because he had a good relationship with his sister. John was a talented boy growing up. To put it simply, he was a genius who succeeded in anything that required critical thinking. A perfect straight A student who let his intelligence get to his head a little bit.
With his sister being compared to him, an inferiority complex began to bloom within her. This culminated to create an almost devastating incident for their family. As a result, the relationship John had with his sister became strained as the two could barely talk to one another without getting irritated. His personality became nastier with his arrogant and selfish nature coming to the forefront. One would believe that he could not make any friends with the way he was, but that's not entirely true. He had a single friend he made at his last year of middle school, which was who he went to the same high school with. Because of that friend, he made two other friends, which helped him become a better person.
Of course, that small piece of happiness he forged with others was mercilessly obliterated in his second year of high school. John couldn't bear the weight of real life any longer, so he shut himself inside and decided to take online classes to finish high school. Because of his turbulent mental state, he finished a year later than he should've. He only wished his eyes were good enough to see the tragedy before it happened.
Music was the only thing that staved away the depressing thoughts from taking over. He made songs, but never posted them online because they were always missing something. With that obsession keeping him from falling into pure despair, it was no wonder why he wanted to further his knowledge of music. He felt as though he needed to seek a degree in that field to produce exactly what he would call the perfect piece of music.
His parents recommended him to apply for Thames' Edge University, so he applied for it and was fortunately accepted. It was a good chance to get away from everything. Maybe he'll be able to clean up his act and stand up on his own again. He did eventually get better. At least enough to cut down on his shut-in habits, but only if it was necessary.
Affiliations Father - Henry Doe: A stern middle-aged man who puts effort in caring for his kids. He works as a manager for a grocery store. John has a decent relationship with his father because he wasn't always on his ass. He's where John gets his hair and eye color.
Mother - Nancy Doe: A gentle middle-aged woman who is the carrot to Henry's stick. She's the type of overbearing mother to always check in on her kids when something isn't going right. She's a stay-at-home mother that takes care of most of the chores. John had a not-so-good relationship with his mother because of how overbearing she was.
Sister - Clarissa Doe: A hotheaded girl with a fashion sense only matched by her fiery temper. She's a bit clumsy and air headed when it comes to matters of the brain, but she makes up for it with her fitness. John still has a terrible relationship with his sister, but not as bad as it once was if only because he was too apathetic to keep up their spats.
Friend - Jessica Klein: John's first real friend he made in middle school that wasn't put-off by his thorny behavior. A kind girl that could accept anyone's faults no matter what they were. She had a certain innocence to her that wasn't naivety.
Friend - Brian Ramirez: Another precious friend made in high school that had a similar temperament to Jessica. He had a weak constitution and his sickly body only made him averse to conflict. He did have quite the surprising backbone when John was being too aggravating though.
Friend - Linda Walker: The type of friend John always got into arguments with. It was necessary for both Jessica and Brian to cool them both off because of their diametrically opposed personality types always clashing. She was almost as hotheaded as his sister, though she had a lot more snark to her.
Sexuality Heterosexual, though romance isn’t high on the priority list right now
Appearance Rose stands at exactly six feet tall, and often wears heels so she appears taller. She's used to being the tallest woman in the room at any given time. She has a slender build, but still has a feminine figure. She was born with fair skin that does not tan easily. Her hair is blonde, reaches down to her mid back, and is slightly wavy, with side swept bangs. She has a heart shaped face, and her features are soft and feminine. Her eyes are as green as the forest, a trait inherited from generations of Hadley family members. She has long eyelashes, that are enhanced by mascara when necessary. She keeps her make-up simple, sticking to shades of pink, and uses it to enhance what's there. She considers herself a classic beauty, and works to maintain her appearance.
Rose is very much into fashion, and spends a lot of money on it. Her sense of style is girly, with lots of flower and plant motifs thrown in. Her outfits tend to vary, but they are usually in a pink and green color scheme, her favorite colors. She also has a preference for skirts and dresses over pants. Her current outfit consists of a baby pink, short sleeved peasant blouse decorated with roses, and a darker pink corset design in the middle. She wears a pink sash around her wait that is decorated with a larger pink rose on the side. On the bottom, she wears a frilly green skirt. Her legs are covered by sheer pink stockings that are decorated with a subtle vine pattern. Her choice of footwear are green high-heeled designer pumps that are fastened with long, silk ribbons that criss-cross around her calves. She adds a personal touch to her shoes by pinning a silk flower to the ribbons of her left shoe. She accessorizes with a lot of emerald jewelry (necklace, earrings, bracelet, and a ring) as well as pink flowers clipped to her hair.
In the world of Fog, her hair gets put up in a braid, her skirt is exchanged for pants, and she wears flats.
Height Six feet
Personality Rose carries herself like a Princess. Since birth, she was taught to be elegant and graceful at all times, and still holds herself to those standards. She's a cool, calm, and collected young woman, who can keep a level-head when going into stressful situations. Her calmness also means she doesn't openly show her emotions too often. She is very slow to anger, and if she finds something funny the most you'll get is a smirk. When she talks to someone, she'll be blunt and get straight to the point. Rose is not shy and submissive in the slightest. She was trained to be a queen one day, which means she can't allow people to walk all over her. She will not hesitate to correct someone she deems is being rude.
Rose spends most of her time on her family's estate. She was homeschooled for most of her life, and doesn't have much experience dealing with people who don't work for her. She expects to be treated like a Princess at all times, and as such often doesn't know how to respond when she isn't. She also can be a spoiled brat at times. She enjoys living the glamorous princess lifestyle, being given lavish gifts, and having wealth to spend on whatever she likes.
Her calm nature sometime makes her come off as cold to others, but that assessment couldn't be further from the truth. She's actually quite friendly around people she actually does know. She does have emotions, it's just that one has to try very hard to get her to show them. In conversation, she is a great listener, who will quietly and politely take in and absorb what others have to say. She pays attention, and offers advice if it's wanted. She's also very good at calming people during bad situations.
Kore appears as a young woman with a pale complexion, and glowing green eyes. Her wavy blonde hair is decorated with a bunch of flowers. She wears a long grecian toga. It should be noted that this is Kore, and not Persephone. She hasn’t become Queen of the Underworld yet.
Skill Earth Possibly some Buffing and Healing skills
Education Year 2. Business, chosen by her parents.
Biography The Hadley family is a wealthy and powerful family that has been around for generations. The next child born would inherit the family estate and be in charge once their parents passed away. This was a great privilege￼ and responsibility. Oliver and Daisy had tried for the longest time to have a child. After years of trying, they finally were blessed with a healthy baby girl they named Rose.
Rose grew up on her family's estate in London. From the getgo, her parents were very protective of their only child. She was spoiled and given every luxury a young girl could want. She was homeschooled her entire life by scholars and tutors that were handpicked by her parents. She was educated in a variety of subject that were important for a young woman of her social standing to know. Her life has been sheltered by her parents, she rarely dealt with anyone that wasn’t her family or on her family’s payroll.
Even outside of her schooling, Rose spends a lot of her time at family’s estate. Whenever she does venture away from her home, she is accompanied by bodyguards hired by her parents. Her life is rather luxurious, if lonely. She usually doesn’t spend much time with others her own age. It’s the life she’s always known, and doesn’t really see anything wrong with it.
When Rose turned 18, her parents enrolled her at Thames' Edge University. They thought a degree from a prestigious University would be a good for her, and they chose business because they felt it would be a degree that could easily be applied to several other career paths. Rose would even be allowed to live in her own place. It would be Rose’s first time away from home. Rose quietly made it through her first year, and her second year is just about done. Now being surrounded by new people and new experiences, Rose is starting to have doubts about everything. Her entire life has been chosen by her parents. She’s not sure if this path is the path she should be on. Business is fine but... she’s already going to inherit a lot of money. Why not study music or art, or anything else?
Affiliations Oliver Hadley: Father Daisy Hadley: Mother Various other relatives Maids, butlers, bodyguards, and other people that work on her family’s estate.
Rose’s feelings about her family are mixed. On the one hand, they’re her family. She loves them, and they love her. It should be that simple, right? On the other hand, Rose honestly doesn’t speak to her parents that much. They’re always busy. Any other relatives she has are barely ther. Her parents don’t really encourage fraternizing with The Help.
Relationships This is how they view other characters throughout the story. This will be updated as major changes in their involvement and view of one another is shifted overtime.
Appearance Fidelity has long since accepted the fact that daily life is harder for than. Short and slender she has to use her dogs as buffers to keep from being crushed in crowds and knocks objects off high shelves with her cane instead of getting assistance from someone else. She carries herself with a straight back and steady gaze, greeting most people with the same easy smile and wave.
Her clothes run the gamut from light casual wear to black leather and old jeans, Fiddle choosing outfits more for variety than any particular style. Her preferred Shadow World outfit is purposely extravagant and flamboyant to the extreme, Fiddle believing that there's no point in hijacking people's conscious if you're not going to have fun while doing it.
Personality Aimless, reckless, and obsessive Fidelity is caught in the curious position of being able to do whatever she wants and having nothing she wants to do. With no long term goals to reach for she tries to fill the hole inside her with with constant action. The urge to keep everything neat and tidy that had been ingrained in her as a child clashes with her urge to raise hell, her apartment caught in a constant cycle of being totally trashed and furiously scrubbed clean as conflicting compulsions battle against one another.
Fiddle is certainly friendly but there's an undertone to it that can be somewhat off-putting. She'll wave and smile brightly at an a acquaintance even as she peers around them at some non-existent phantom, eyes flitting about during conversations while she nods along. She's almost weirdly friendly, letting total strangers into her home every weekend to party and allowing people to take almost anything they want.
Her access to apparently limitless wealth has imbued her with a dismissive sense charity of charity, aware that she's much better off than most people but not feeling particularly guilty about it. Her family has money and others don't, that's just how life is. She leaves fifty pound tips on twenty pound meals and gives away jewelry to people who comment on it, waving off stammered thanks as she continues on with her day. Replacing it is just a minor inconvenience. She takes money for granted the same way most people do running water, oftentimes stuffing a wad of bills into friend's hands "to get something on your way home."
Arcana The Emperor
Persona The Mothman First sighted by a group of gravediggers, the Mothman seems to be attracted to death and poor fortune. Spotted flying low over forests and haunting highways, one of it's regular haunts was an abandoned munitions factory from the Second World War. Despite its fearsome appearance the Mothman seemed content to stay out of people's way, restricting itself to frightening motorists and picking off the occasional dog.
Until the Silver Bridge collapsed. A single defective eye-bar led to the whole thing tumbling down into the Ohio river, killing 46 people. Two of the bodies were never found. To this day people claim that all sorts of supernatural happenings had occurred in the days leading up to the disaster, visions of it happening before it occurred and visits from ghosts and UFOs and men in black and the Mothman circling the area as if waiting. This is of course ridiculous. The Mothman was likely just a a sandhill crane or unusually large heron, something mundane and not at all a harbinger of bad luck.
Still the legend persists to this day. If you ever find yourself out on some backwoods road at night be careful when you watch the sky. You might find a pair of red searchlights watching you right back.
Skill Curse. The Mothman uses it's bulk and ability to fly as a form of mobile cover, tanking damage for its user and more fragile allies. It can also curse enemies, making them vulnerable to damage or weakening their attacks.
Equipment Sword-Cane: A much more ornate version of her real world cane. The hooked head can snag on limbs and bits of clothing to drag or trip people and the blade itself is weighted perfectly to Fiddle's liking. The bottom is spiked, allowing it to be used as a spear or oversized ice pick.
Henry Rifle: The same rifle she grew up shooting. Sixteen .44 bullets (if you load one in the chamber) sent downrange with speed and accuracy. Her preferred way to fight for obvious reasons.
Education Business BA (Hons), 3rd Year
Biography Fidelity was born into immense wealth, the scion of a old ranching family and a more recent chemical empire. Her early years were spent bouncing between her parent's properties in Texas and West Virginia, being taught almost exclusively by private tutors and learning to ride horses and handle livestock. It was established early on that she would be inheriting one or both businesses depending on how things went, the young girl accepting her fate without much enthusiasm. She had no interest in learning the finer points of shipping nylon and neoprene around the globe and was better suited to shooting bottles and riding horses than castrating steers. But it was never about what Fiddle wanted. Her existence was a calculated affair designed to ensure both parties involved had an heir.
It was a somewhat lonely existence. What few friends she had she'd be separated from for months at a time as she bounced between states, being taken all over by one parent or another as they went about their mostly separate lives. With neither mom nor dad having much interest in her outside of her studies and general well-being she relied on her relatives for company, a private car dropping her off at all the birthdays and barbecues her parents didn't have time to take her to themselves.
Her favorite relative lived out of the country, working a meaningless upper management position for Astor Chemical Co. in London’s Canary Wharf district. Daniel was more of a parent to Fidelity than her biological ones, taking care of her for a couple months at a time when she needed to be out of the way. Fiddle sat for hours listening to him tell stories about aliens and cryptids haunting the backwoods, absorbing each tale of ghosts invading people’s heads or strange monsters that lurked in back alleys.
Daniel only fueled her interest in the supernatural, letting the girl dig through his collection of grainy UFO sightings and books on the occult. Just a bit of harmless fun, he told her. Strange stories that weren’t true but were good for a late night scare. She remained unconvinced, sure that there was more to the world than people accepted.
Those treasured days came to an end shortly after Fidelity’s twelfth birthday. Daniel had been heading home from work late one night when his elevator failed in a freak accident. He plummeted 15 stories before hitting the ground, reduced to paste almost instantly. A tragic case of bad luck, nothing could have been done. Fidelity took the loss hard, refusing to speak for nearly a month after the funeral. Less than a week after she started to talk Lady Luck spat on her again, a sudden thunderstorm turning the ground to mud while she was out riding. The horse tripped in the muck and toppled over, crushing her leg underneath it’s bulk.
It took more than five hours before she could be found and by the time she was taken to the hospital it was too late. Fidelity’s left leg had lost most of its function, forcing her to use a brace and cane to get around. After a long run of relative kindness Luck had decided to lash out and Fiddle took notice. Chance and probability became fixations for her, taking an interest in all sorts of gambling and numbers games. The randomness of it all intrigued her, watching with interest as people won and lost fortunes in moments.
From that point on she was stuck in a sort of functional dissociation. Her belief in the otherworldly only deepened with her newfound interest in chance, strange figures flitting about at the corner of her vision. She went to a private academy for high school and made up for all the stupid decisions she hadn’t been able to make, throwing herself into the drinking and drug scene with passion. More than one sports car ended up wrapped around a light pole or stuck in a ditch, substances doing nothing to temper her penchant for risk taking. It was a miracle she made it to graduation, her by now divorced parents gladly shipping her off back to London with the hope that she’d sort herself out there.
As long as she was educating herself both had pledged to support her, Fidelity’s self-destructive party lifestyle backed by seemingly limitless funds. She was now free to drift without any purpose save for hedonism.
Affiliations -Daniel Astor:Fiddle's now deceased cousin and surrogate parent. She keeps a picture of him in her wallet and on her desk in her penthouse. -Turner and Basker:Her service dogs and chaperones. Trained to help their mistress by serving as bulk to lean on and getting objects that would be otherwise out of reach, as well as defend her when needed. There are few people in the world capable of fighting off nearly four hundred pounds of attack dog and she has yet to meet one of them.
Alistair’s physical form is fairly average; he’s perhaps a touch shorter than medium height, is neither scrawny nor bulky and has a face somewhere between broad and angular. His hair is jet black and his eyes are a dull green. He’s normally at least somewhat well-kept – he washes his face enough to avoid outbreaks of acne but does get the occasional spot; has his hair cut every four or five months or so; and shaves once every two days.
In regards to clothing, Alistair’s wardrobe isn’t extensive or especially varied, since he isn’t exactly fashion-conscious and lets his parents and grandparents buy most of his clothing for him. His school uniform is worn according to Evergreen’s policy; when dressed casually he prefers mostly plain and fairly dark clothes, favouring mostly forest greens, maroons and deep blues, though he’s also a fan of burnt orange. Where he does wear more colour is on his t-shirts – which most people don’t know because he also favours heavier clothing, to the point that he’s been known to wear jumpers during heatwaves. Given that he enjoys walking, he possesses very rugged and practical footwear and sees little need to use anything else beyond his school shoes.
Alistair’s gear in the World of Fog will almost certainly skew towards the pragmatic and practical, favouring his usual rugged clothing and gradually augmented by what armour happens to be available.
Alistair’s life did not begin favourably. His biological parents died in a car crash when he was about three. Both were only children and, by a stroke of misfortune, all of his biological grandparents had died already; with no family to care for him, Alistair was thus put up for adoption. This, in most cases, would not have set him up well for the future.
Enter Henry Parton and Steven Daniels, a young, kind couple who had just entered into a civil partnership, as soon as the law allowed, and were now looking to adopt. Their application came through and, after warming quickly to Alistair and he only slightly less quickly to them, the two became his new parents and their mid-sized apartment in Manchester his new home.
This would be precursor to the best part of Alistair’s existence thus far. Proving bright, he was placed into private education funded by Steven’s job as a civil rights lawyer, something which he enjoyed thoroughly. At the same time, Henry’s work running a youth club in Manchester’s heart, where he kept watch over Alistair each day after school, kept the young boy from becoming snobbish – in fact, he became something of a little brother figure to several of the teenagers who frequented it. Through them, Alistair learned about many of society’s social ills, an education that was redoubled by his participation with his parents in Manchester’s Pride events and their telling him about their experiences when they were younger and society was less tolerant. Indeed, Alistair only knew two of his parents’ parents; Steven’s were heavily religious and had ostracised him upon his coming out. Nonetheless, that was the past and this was now; now the two of them were happy together and now they had a son who was quickly developing the fire to confront obstacles to his own and others’ happiness head-on.
Several wonderful years passed. Eventually, Steven secured a high-profile job at a law office in London and, Henry assuring him that one of his fellow youth workers was actively eager to take on a leadership role, the family moved southwards. Fortuitously, this was just before Alistair was due to start secondary school; while he did shed some tears over leaving his friends at his old school and at the youth club, some parts of the transition would have been inevitable even without the move, making it somewhat less painful. Performing very well in his SATs, he more than passed the threshold for entrance to the pre-eminent Evergreen Grammar School. Indeed, life could seemingly only get better; Henry and Steven married in 2014 as soon as same-sex couples gained the legal right to do so and Alistair also took the surname ‘Parton’ at his own insistence, binding their family yet more closely.
And then things got complicated.
Alistair never quite learned to love London – the place was unfamiliar, yes, but Alistair also found it more claustrophobic than Manchester; there were noticeably more people and buildings packed into any given space. It all felt rather hostile and, unfortunately, that set a tone. He didn’t really secure a friendship group at Evergreen in the same way that he had at his last school. Nor did he find himself with much social activity outside of school hours; not one to fall into gang activity, he instead started exercising his independence in walking through London’s many parks (one of the few things he preferred about the city). Richmond Park quickly became one of his favourite places to be and he’d often spend hours traversing its pathways.
That gave him time to contemplate, and he needed it, for his beliefs were also under assault. In 2016, when Alistair had just turned 15, the United Kingdom held a referendum on membership of the European Union. He and his parents, like most others, expected a Remain victory. They were proved wrong. For Alistair, this was a shock; Brexit, and especially the surge in racist abuse afterwards, presented a profound challenge to his previous belief that humanity was moving towards a more open future and would continue that way if only there were people to strive for it. He came to question whether fighting for a cause at all could in fact do more harm than good; after all, in Brexit’s case, the backlash against the values that he treasured had actually become more powerful than the case for those values. This wasn’t helped by his increasing predisposition towards philosophy, especially existentialism, and his hardening certainty that there could be no such thing as an objective right or wrong – meaning that all of the beliefs that he considered abhorrent were, in fact, as justifiable as his own. They could still be fought against, of course, but then he was reluctant to do that now.
Alistair thus began a search for answers that continues to this day – or, perhaps more accurately, for the answer, one to the question of society. His investigation fuelled him to near breaking point; what was distance before became active separation in an attempt to limit the perceived threat that any positive effort would entail, even as his conscience cried out that those efforts were needed now more than ever. This internal struggle motivated him, if self-destructively, such that his GCSEs, then A-Levels, were all great successes, or at least deemed as such.
This brings us to the Alistair of today, headed to Thames’ Edge – close and eminent, the obvious choice. His great struggle continues, caught between his desire to provoke change for the better and his fear that attempting to do so has an equal chance to bring about change for the worse. This fight and its self-imposed conditions have closed him off, despair creeping towards his heart for, within it, he still wants the chance to act, to dedicate himself to the justice, truth and harmony that he remains hopeful the world can one day embody.
Perhaps he’ll have that chance.
Once extroverted and constantly cheerful, Alistair is now a considerably more muted and deeply extrospective young man, questioning everything about the world around him to try and make some sense out of the growing chaos and contradiction. For now, that contradiction has rendered him more than a little mechanical, simply going through the motions of daily life. He rarely attempts to make friends anymore; that said, should one take the effort to crack his shell and get to know him, they would find someone who is still very personable, kind and warm – even fun-loving! What was previously his main drive, the determination to push society to be open and more welcoming, has been stifled; his primary goal now lies in finding the answers to the questions which are stifling it.
That stifling, naturally, is what has generated his Shadow. Alistair’s Shadow is what he has suppressed in his uncompromising search for answers: his desire to act, to strive to make the world a better place rather than trying to avoid making it a worse one. Like most Shadows, it is impulsive and reckless; unlike most, one could hardly call it selfish and, unlike most, Alistair does not reject it out of ignorance or fear alone but out of perceived necessity.
Studying BA Philosophy and Sociology
Henry Parton – adoptive father Steven Parton – adoptive father
Alistair has had a wonderful relationship with his adoptive parents for the vast majority of his life, a bond forged over many years of shared thought, trust, hope and laughter. However, that bond is now under strain; Alistair’s relentless search for a way to enact change without risking its opposite has left him little time for regular interaction. Alistair, of course, knows full well that they worry after him; though he regrets it, he believes it another necessary sacrifice.
Janice Parton – adoptive grandmother Terence Parton – adoptive grandfather
Henry Parton’s parents have always doted on Alistair and that remains true today, something which Alistair appreciates. That said, he doesn’t see them terribly often any longer, given their home in the North of England. He’ll make more time for them at some point soon; such does he tell himself.
Alistair’s first choice of weapon system upon entering the World of Fog will be ranged, supportive and easy to use. The pavise and crossbow, therefore, will suit him well, allowing him to shelter out of others’ way and strike from a distance. He will also carry a basic first aid kit, enabling him to help others from behind cover.
Given the above, Alistair will initially reject his manifested weapon: a montante with a blade of beautiful silvery steel and spiralling script in that same silver running around the grip – an ever-growing list of the names of each of those for whom he has taken on the role of protector. Almost as long as he is tall, upon accepting it Alistair may either grasp the blade and use the crossguard to strike at armour like a pollaxe or, more conventionally, whirl this surprisingly defensive two-handed sword in great slashing arcs to keep multiple Shadows at bay and allow his teammates to work and fight unimpeded.
Once he has abandoned the crossbow and pavise in favour of the montante, Alistair will not carry any true ranged weapons; instead, he’ll keep a bag of caltrops on hand to scatter immediately before a fight and collect afterwards. These small tetrahedral spikes always land with a point up, significantly limiting the mobility of Shadows which move across the ground. This can be used to simply slow them down or to concentrate them into chokepoints – where Alistair will almost certainly be.
‘Horatius alone remained where he had first taken his stand, and directed Herminius and Larcius to tell the consuls, as from him, to cut away the bridge in all haste at the end next the city... the rest, he said, would be his concern. Having given these instructions to the two men, he stood upon the bridge itself, and when the enemy advanced upon him, he struck some of them with his sword and beat down others with his shield, repulsing all who attempted to rush upon the bridge. For the pursuers, looking upon him as a madman who was courting death, dared no longer come to grips with him... Finally, when he was overwhelmed with missiles and had a great number of wounds in many parts of his body... he heard those behind him shouting out that the greater part of the bridge was broken down. Thereupon he leaped with his arms into the river and swimming across the stream with great difficulty (for the current, being divided by the piles, ran swift and formed large eddies), he emerged upon the shore without having lost any of his arms in swimming.
Horatius, who had shown so great valour upon that occasion, occupied as enviable a position as any Roman who ever lived, but he was rendered useless by his lameness for further services to the state; and because of this misfortune he obtained neither the consulship nor any military command either.’
Background and Symbolism
Publius Horatius Cocles (the last part, meaning ‘one-eyed’, coming from the fact that he had previously lost an eye in battle) was a junior officer in the legendary earliest days of the Roman Republic. After the Romans lost a battle against an army of Etruscans seeking to restore Rome’s former king and their own forces fled into the city, Horatius fought first alongside two more senior officers and then alone to hold the Pons Sublicus, the wooden and at the time only bridge across the River Tiber, as it was torn down behind him. Though battered by enemy missiles and wounded in many places, including being run through entirely with a javelin above the hip, he stood steadfast against the entire Etruscan host until the bridge began to collapse; at that point he jumped into the Tiber itself, trusting himself to the god of the river. At this point tradition diverges. According to Polybius Horatius died in the waters, swept away under a hail of spears; according to Livy and Dionysius of Halicarnassus, he reached the bank despite the weight of his wargear but was crippled by his injuries. Whatever happened, Rome survived.
As Alistair’s Persona, Horatius takes the form of a man with bronze skin, wearing sandles, a bronze breastplate, greaves and a broad-brimmed, crestless helmet over a deep red woollen tunic; all are battle-worn, marked with innumerable scratches and dents. Highly prominent are two holes that run straight through his body, one above the hip and one through his eye-socket; the latter of these is the only properly visible part of his face, as the helmet casts an unnaturally dark shadow over it. He wields a bronze Italic sword, stained with blood, in his right hand. Most notable, however, is the shield that he wields in his left: of the Republican style (a heavily bowed rectangular shape that bends backwards less than its later evolutions) but absolutely massive, easily as tall as Horatius himself and proportionately wide. Its face is similarly bloodstained, stuck with dozens of broken and half-broken javelins and, like Horatius’ armour and skin, covered in scratches and gashes, as is its rim. The one exception is the entirely untarnished central bronze boss and its plate, formed in the shape of an outward-facing, halting palm, which gleams defiantly against oncoming foes.
Horatius represents Alistair’s ability to dedicate himself to his allies and friends after realising that he need not understand every facet of the causes for which they fight to do so. Horatius also reflects the potential pitfalls of that approach, however, both in his semi-historical origins and his appearance: broken and known only for his martyrdom, leaving nothing of himself to the world.
Sexuality: Homosexual, and not fully comfortable with the fact yet
Nationality: Born and raised Canadian, with a Russian father and a mother of Scottish descent.
Jory's father would often say she luckily mostly took her looks from her mother. Thick, naturally deep-red hair (which she keeps short because maintaining it is a nightmare when it grows out), captivating green eyes highlighted by defined limbal rings, pale skin, and faint freckles spotting her cheeks and nose all make for a pretty face. Her body is slim and athletic, lightly toned with slight but noticeable enough curves--enough so that she isn't particularly insecure when wearing close-fitting clothing.
Her wardrobe is rather colourful, if not expensive. Clothing often seen on her include long-sleeved t-shirts, regular t-shirts, tank tops, hoodies, compression shorts, leggings, and sneakers... look, it's usually pretty obvious she's an athlete. She does also own 'cuter' clothes she likes to wear, but rarely has the chance to since her usual attire is chosen for practicality.
Within the World of Fog, she'll wear a light-green crop denim jacket over top of a gray shirt, gray leggings beneath a short light-green skirt, solid red sneakers, and red bike gloves.
First impressions show Jory to be aloof. She's clearly reserved and of few words, and the intensity that creases her lightly freckled face seems to make it clear that that is not due to timidness--rather, she just doesn't want you to look in her general direction. Despite this pretty serious (and intended) case of Resting Bitch Face, she doesn't actually truly mind interaction. She tires of it more quickly than is normal, but a conversation, even if just shallow small-talk, helps occupy her mind for a time--which is all Jory is really after, at her core.
To this end, she spends her quiet moments studying her surroundings, being mindful not to get caught staring at anybody. This observant nature makes her a pretty good friend once one cracks the 'piss off' aura she's got going on, as she's rather quick to pick up on body language tells, is a great listener, and can come up with thoughtful gifts. A close friend may even see her RBF relax enough for her to be wearing a small smile. That's a gift in and of itself--she's pretty cute when she smiles.
A layer beneath the first impressions is Jory's incredible drive, which pushes her to excel in just about anything she puts her time into--though, that that spent time is the caveat. She considers herself to not really have any natural talent for anything, which is something that frustrates her. To make up for her perceived lack of talent, she works herself like a dog, pulling all-nighters every other day and sleeping for 4 hours at most otherwise. Finding her when she isn't working, studying, training, or doing anything she deems 'productive' is about as rare as awakening to a Persona. So technically possible, but really, really unlikely.
This has adverse effects, of course. For one, she's permanently tired. While she's essentially grown used to that feeling and can function plenty fine most of the time, when a wave of fatigue hits her, it hits. This can most often be seen in mood swings, where she starts getting a lot snappier or when she uncharacteristically flubs something she's proven to be easily capable of in the past. A quick nap will generally fix this, and occasionally the girl will actually properly sleep for several hours if somebody pushes her to.
While she has a dislike for those she views as either naturally talented, or not putting in enough effort relative to what they have, she's not one to go out of her way to tell people off for such things--by her standards, that would apply to just about everyone she's ever met. There's not enough time in the world to do so, so she just puts her head down and pushes herself forward, making sure that she never has a moment to let her thoughts wander to the past or future.
A charismatic man who uprooted his family life to go on a pilgrimage, eventually finding himself at the side of the tsar. Hearsay shrouds his true influence in mystery. Whether a manipulator, a degenerate, a thief, a mystic, or just a normal man, he pushed himself from poverty to power--and pushed too far. Word of arrogance and corruption would spread, and enemies he would make, resulting in multiple attempts on his life. Though embellished, it is oft said he survived being stabbed, poisoned, beaten, shot, and drowned, among other things.
Bufu and Gun. Heavily focused on ranged offensive power, with powerful Endure capabilities and self-regeneration. A hard-to-hit and hard-to-kill damager that dances around the battlefield to keep the enemy at arm's length.
BSc Biochemistry, 1st year - Thames' Edge University
Jory began as unexceptional and 'normal' as a kid can be. She was born in Toronto, Canada as the first child of a young couple who had both themselves been raised in the city, both working stable but uninspiring low-level jobs in the government. Before the girl could even walk, she had a younger brother join the family as well.
Though Jory herself doesn't specifically remember it, her mother would often emotionally recount the story of when the young girl first tried ice skating; a defining moment in her life. It was in a public ice rink, and she was exceptionally bad--every other child in her position would have accepted their father's hands to help keep them upright, or to at least make use of the metal ice skating trainers. For one reason or another, though, the girl refused any and all aid. Instead, she spent hours that day moving forward an inch, tumbling to the ice below, and picking herself back up, uncaring of all the people around her. Again and again, never a squeak of complaint or frustration even as the bruises piled on top of other bruises. Her brother managed to start gliding forward despite the age difference, which aggravated her and only served to keep pushing her forward. At some point during this, her mother admits to having been crying in the stands from the pride she felt watching her daughter.
Progress was made that night, but not enough to satisfy Jory. Every night after the girl would demand her parents bring her to the rink where she continued to practice, returning home exhausted and a little better each time, but never satisfied.
At such a rate, it really did not take long for her to be skating circles around people several times her age.
In essence, this scene was how the rest of her childhood was framed. She had to fight with school, feeling slow and frustratingly behind the rest of her peers on every new subject, but hours and hours spent on understanding the material later, she'd find herself with perfect marks. She fell in love with figure skating, and put even more effort into that--truly enjoying it rather than feeling it to be an obligation like school was--and she was viewed as a very promising young talent.
And that was what people saw. The perfect child who excelled in everything she tried. Kids with grades just a hair below hers, or those who would just barely lose to her in a figure skating competition, would speak ill of her. It was here she learned to despise the concept of talent. To her, it was clear she had none. All of her accomplishments were built upon her own effort, exhausting mind and body day in and day out--a schedule all these competitors wouldn't be able to keep up for a week--yet they dared think to pin everything she had on talent, when she had to work a dozen times harder than any of them to stay just a step ahead?
The hypocrisy infuriated her. Making sure to beat those who would doubt her in any sort of competition became her obsession. To beat them down so thoroughly--so convincingly--that no one would be able to claim her ability was based on anything but a titanic amount of work.
Of course, that would never happen. That isn't how people work. Every loss was like a knife to Jory's gut, and each victory never felt like enough. As far as others were concerned, she was either lackluster or a product of god-given talent. No matter the outcome, Jory would just end up more aggravated than the day before, and more determined to stamp out any doubt. She was on a bullet train that built more momentum each passing second.
With her focus singularly devoted to being great, it wouldn't be inaccurate to say she didn't notice her family's deterioration. She had seen signs, but nothing she would dwell on for long, too busy trying to improve herself. In fact, what did cause an alarm bell to start going off in her mind was when she realized her parents weren't praising her accomplishments nearly as much as they used to. The screaming matches, the abuse towards each other, the times when one would leave the house for days--it was all there, but Jory chose to block it out as best as she could, using her figure skating and studies to help do so. If her parents didn't love each other anymore and divorced, so be it. It was the norm these days, and would be nothing for her to cry over.
She wished it was just a divorce.
The day it happened, she had driven herself home just past midnight from a practice that had run late. The house was maybe a bit quieter than normal, but the silence wasn't so strange to really set Jory off--though she had been on edge. The past week had seemed particularly bad between her parents, and she just had a faint sinking feeling in her stomach. Regardless, she went ahead and slept.
It was when she woke for school in the morning and went downstairs to find herself still alone that her heart rate really spiked. She poured herself her cereal, not feeling up to making the full breakfast she usually would. Leaving the bowl on the counter, she moved towards her parent's room, knocking on the closed door to no response. She knocked louder. Nothing.
So she opened the door and saw.
Jory was found ten minutes later by the first responders she had called, sat at her kitchen table staring at her breakfast. She was taken to the hospital, and her younger brother was eventually found staying at a friend's house since the evening before.
Her mother had been strangled to death, and her father had hung himself.
The siblings were shipped to Britain to live with their maternal grandparents. Jory's brother was a wreck, in contrast to her--she almost seemed as normal as ever on the outside. Despite the violent tragedy and massive upheaval of her life, she appeared to be desperately fighting to keep it as unchanged as possible. As she always had, she ignored her outside worries as best as she could by throwing herself into her athletics and her studies. Now though... proving people wrong seemed unimportant. While she still told herself that was why she was forcing herself to excel, if she stopped for even a moment, she'd find herself questioning what the point of it was. What the point of anything was. What did it matter if she graduated at the top of a prestigious university and got a well-paying job? What did it matter if she went to the Olympics and even won a gold medal? What did it matter if other people thought she was just naturally talented, or knew she was a hard worker?
It didn't matter.
The thoughts made it hard to breathe. So the easiest solution was to keep herself from thinking, by always keeping busy--that was the real reason she kept up with her habits. Not out of true motivation or drive or love for life. It was just the momentum from the train she had been on her entire life that kept propelling her forwards--though now she felt much less like the conductor, and more like a passenger.
There's the nagging feeling at the back of her mind that tugs at her, telling her she's making the same mistakes. Like any other thought though, it's simplest to shut it out.
If Jory's not to end up perfect, there would have been no purpose to anything that had happened in her life.
So she takes another aimless step forward, hoping to find her answers without ever truly looking back.
Jory's younger brother, currently living with their grandparents while Jory is staying in student housing at her university. They have some familial love for each other but are not particularly close. Jory's ambitions have kept her from ever spending much time with Cameron, and the divide only grew after their parents' deaths. Cameron is the more outwardly emotional of the two and wishes to speak about his issues with those close to him, but Jory refuses to even acknowledge that their parents are gone, making for an exceedingly touchy topic that permeates all of their interactions.
Alina is not an especially intimidating figure. She is short even for an adult woman, with a very delicate frame and rather pale skin, accompanied by bright jade eyes and black hair running down past her shoulders. The impression is furthered by a slight slouch, and a general lack of life to her expression in most situations; it is as though she is, not strictly attempting to avoid notice, but rather not motivated to make herself noticed. Her outfits, usually sharing a monochromatic and/or washed-out tone, only heighten this impression. Her appearance is mostly the same in the World of Fog as in the material world. The main difference is that her hair grows longer, down to the backs of her knees, and seemingly shimmers with a deep blue iridescence when it moves.
Height 5' (152 cm)
Personality Alina is a relatively quiet person. She keeps to herself, she does her work, and she socialises as necessary. It is, however, hard to suggest she has any true friends - she's an introvert, and not inclined to large gatherings, or even small gatherings realistically speaking. She does, of course, have her interests, but they are largely personal - reading, video games, playing the guitar, studying European history, that sort of thing. As it happens, her true passions are history, and especially music; it is something she has dreamed of mastering for years, taking her talents to the world with her expert string skills and vocal talent! What a way to live! But this is not what she is doing. Part of her feels she cannot do so - that she would just fail, that she's not good enough to become famous in that way, and she'll never succeed if that's the path she chooses. Even so, she enjoys it far more than what she's taken as her course in university, but in a way finds herself trapped by that, that she has to follow that path now that she's taken that course. That she has no choice, and no control, a defining feature of her life it seems - and a highly depressing one, at that. This negativity is exemplified by her Shadow: a glorious, fabulous reflection of who she wants to be, constantly telling her that she can't be that person. She goes the way she's been told, because that's what she's been machined into; she's worthless and interchangeable if she does, yet she's bound to fail and fall if she doesn't. Cogs cannot escape the machine of their life's course - she was born without control, she cannot gain control, and so she'll die without control. The only control she might have is...
King Leir of Britain is said to have portioned land to his two eldest daughters, who fawned over him, and left his youngest with nothing despite her being the favourite, as she did not pay him the flattery of her older siblings. The husbands of his eldest promptly took his remaining land from him by force, and his two elder daughters repeatedly cut down his knightly retinue when begged for help. Left with one, he fled to France, but managed to send word to his youngest daughter, who ensured he was properly clothed and outfitted with a large retinue of knights. He received audience with France's king, who promptly declared him regent of France, with the Frankish nobility vowing to restore him to his throne; he, his youngest daughter, and her husband ultimately succeeded in restoring his power, and he ruled for three more years before his death. Truly, Leir of Britain became a pawn of Fortune late in his life, to experience such wild swings of luck.
Skill Leir of Britain primarily makes use of the element of Wind, frequently using either physical blade strikes or razor wind slashes to attack with. Less evidently, he can also briefly manifest a retinue of knights from the wind to send at his foes... though how many he can manifest at once varies wildly.
Equipment Melee: Hasta - A type of spear with origins from before the Roman Republic, two meters in length, made of ash with an iron head. Of course, Alina's is just a recreation, but as an example of history, it's quite nifty. Ranged: Thompson submachine gun - It's a Tommy gun, specifically the M1928A1 model. With a drum magazine holding 100 rounds and 1500 RPM, it's very good at sending bullets in a rough direction. Hitting things accurately? Not so much, especially with a build like Alina's.
Patron and chief god of the Sumerian city-state of Nippur, Enlil is held to be the eldest of the Annunaki, the judges of Fate. According to Sumerian culture, he was vital to the world's creation, separating heaven and earth to make the latter habitable for humanity, and watching over mankind as a benevolent and caring father figure. At the same time, he was often described as a "raging storm" or "wild bull", was responsible for seducing the goddess Ninlil in various false guises, and even as the prime Annunaki does not control them. Lord of Fate he is; Master of Fate he is not.
Enlil, almost literally, translates from ancient Sumerian as "Lord Wind". Fitting that he commands the winds so readily, as ranged slashes, concussive blasts, and even floods and electrical storms. Like his predecessor, he too can manifest his comrades from the storm - but again, he is not the master of the Annunaki, merely its foremost member, and neither is their support guaranteed.
Education BSc Chemistry, Year 2.
Biography To say Alina's life has had little control on her part is somewhat accurate. More precisely, she has rarely been given the chance to make decisions for herself - even as her older brother was given more leeway. It is likely that her grandparents had a large part in this, over-present in their children and grandchildren's life as they were: on her mother's side, Grandpa and Grandma Hadleigh were always very traditional, insisting that the kids had to do things "the good old-fashioned way", even if these were less effective than modern methods; whilst from her father's side, Grandad Oliver was somewhat soft-souled, a poor counterbalance to Granny Sanford's controlling behaviour, and a trait that ultimately affected her father's attitude too. Suffice to say, the three eldest forced their opinions on Marigold, Marcus, and ultimately Alina and Jonas a lot, the Hadleighs often contradicting the Sanfords and vice versa. It never came to physical abuse, but where Jonas, already seven by the time their influence ramped up, found he resisted their commands at every turn (subtly supported by his mother, it transpired), Alina, only two or three, turned out to be far more like her grandad - kindly in theory, easily pushed around in practice. In the end, she didn't get a say in her secondary school, the GCSEs she took, or even her sixth form education. And after all, "Those artsy-fartsy lessons don't mean anything in today's world." "You need a real technical degree to find work." "You're not skilled enough in music to play in a band." "You only have so many years, and you need to use them effectively." "Never give up on your dreams." The only positive influence she had was not enough in a tide of nay-sayers and manipulators. In the end, she got somewhat of a chance only when Edith passed away. She had been insisting on a university close to where the family lived, so they could "keep in touch". Instead, Alina chose to go to Thames' Edge University - at least an hour's drive away, if not two or more depending on traffic, and far further than her aging grandparents could reach. Even so, old habits died hard, and her mother's parents insisted she continue down a STEM course. Chemistry it was, then. September 2018 rolled around, and she left without so much as a word, only keeping in touch with her mother and, for a time, her grandad, until he too passed on, to far more distress on her end than her granny's demise. The year was very stressful for her. She failed to make friends, mostly kept to herself, and arguably developed some strange tastes in her relative isolation. All that time, she kept on asking herself: why am I still taking this course? She didn't enjoy chemistry, and she was average at best when it came to its execution. But she found she couldn't get out of it. She tormented herself, telling herself she had to - she'd never be good enough to do what she really wanted, after all. But none of it helped: she felt lost, adrift, a cog in an expansive machine spinning freely. Purposeless. She hopes this coming year will change that... but she doubts it.
Affiliations Marigold Sanford (née Hadleigh) - Mother. Marcus Sanford - Father. Jonas Sanford - Older brother, firstborn child. Nicholas and Arthricia Hadleigh - Grandparents, mother's side. Oliver and Edith Sanford - Grandparents, father's side. Deceased as of May 2019 and December 2017 respectively.
A massive man that he is, Beau stands at 196cm (6' 5") and weighs in at 92kg (202lbs). He has thick eyebrows and spiky black hair, but his build is what makes him stand out the most in a crowd. Beau's attire is fairly simple; he'll wear a plain black T-shirt and jeans while on campus, only to swap to a pair of track pants and a tank top when working out at the nearby gym.
While his sheer size may seem intimidating at first glance, but those who get to know him nowadays will learn that he is a jolly soul that would never hurt anyone. That's the kind of person Beau has become; someone who'd go out of his way to help anyone who asks for it, regardless of who they are. That is, provided he isn't aked to do anything shady; at the end of the day, Beau would rather still remain a law-abiding citizen with a squeaky clean record. Beau is rarely seen without a sincere smile on his face, and in the unlikely event that he is, there's at least a 90% chance that something worth concern had happened to either him or someone he cares about.
Still, Beau isn't the type of man who'd allow anything to bring him down for long. He'll tackle whatever issue may be on his mind, or he'll move on if that issue is too big of a problem to deal with immediately, possibly returning to it at a later point in time. However, Beau will almost always try to solve the problems anyone else may have before trying to solve his own. Of course, this may leave to some very tough choices that he has to make, which he'd have to think long and hard for.
Beau's Shadow, on the other hand, is the exact opposite being to the type of person he's now trying to become. It has all the trademark personality traits that one would find in a typical bully; a hint of jealousy, trace amounts of sadism, and small shavings of inconsideration, all bound together with a monumental amount of arrogance. It likely represents Beau's younger self, when all he thought about was trying to look and sound cool. However, the main reason Beau suppresses this side of himself is because it makes him feel like an asshole upon reflection, and that he regrets having ever acted that way to begin with.
Beau MacGuaire was born and raised in Edinburgh, as the oldest son of a family of four. Back then, Beau was a rotten kid, who would act as king of the hill throughout his elementary school and even a decent portion of his high school years. If his grades were even under threat, he'd just haphazardly pick someone that was smarter than him and extort them to do his homework for them. And he got really good at poking holes into people's resolve. There was one boy in particular that Beau was fond of and seemed to rely on. He had low self-esteem and was easy to pressure into doing what Beau wanted him to. And even when the boy tried to avoid him, Beau proved to have a knack for tracking him down. He couldn't have asked for a bigger target.
It was only a matter of time, however, before the jig would be up. The boy wound up committing suicide via jumping off the roof of one of the school buildings and, unsurprisingly, Beau found it too hilarious to contain himself. This lead to the principal calling him in for questioning. Beau didn't deny having bullied the poor boy all this time, but he did try and play it cool... only to immediately get scolded for his actions and ultimately expelled from his high school, which in turn lead to harsh disciplining from his parents. Eventually, the family moved down to London, where Beau was expected to complete his last two years of high school without incident.
At first, Beau was reluctant to even try to get on anyone's good side. But in due time, guilt started to slowly seep into his mind, and he realized that if he didn't make a conscious effort to redeem himself, it was going to haunt him for a long time, which would reflect on his grades if nothing else. So he summoned up whatever kindness was in his heart, and he kept at it until became second nature to him. He graduated, with good enough credentials to be granted university entrance. Now he's pursuing a degree in metalwork, and he'll likely continue to help out who he can, where he can. This is only the start of his journey to become a better man.
Antaeus primarily uses Earth and Physical skills. He may also learn Counter-related skills for a chance to reflect the damage from physical attacks back to any attacking Shadows.
Elemental Resistances and Weaknesses:
Strong against Earth skills Weak against Wind skills
Noah & Zoe MacGuaire: Beau's twin brother and sister respectively, who have just started high school together. They more often than not try a little hard to be like each other, and wind up getting on each others nerves as a result. Noah is the shy one who isn't always comfortable in his own skin, and Zoe is the jealous one who easily gets embarrassed by something that goes wrong. Often times it's up to Beau to keep Noah and Zoe in line. They don't make it easy for him, but it seems to be worth the trouble.
Felicity Griffith: The first person Beau interacted with back at the high school he transferred into. They started off completely on the wrong foot, with Beau never having moved on from his old ways and Felicity having absolutely none of it, but they're now on decent terms. It's thanks to Felicity that Beau's grades on some of his inept subjects are passable, and Beau himself has yet to return the favor.
Standing at 5'7" tall with draped, shiny black hair, the raven walks with a rather jittery tick about her. Unusually, her eyes are of an ethereal near-neon blue tone. Her skin is pale, yet not quite albino per se. Remnants of feathered contents tip the edges of her clothes, looking as if they were blended with her skin. And as the Raven does, she hides herself with a meagre appearance to conceal her innate aggression, violent capabilities and escalated collapse into the curse of the Hungered Man. Her hoodie acts more like a skirt, a few sizes too big her for, and her sleeves have been stitched crudely to a shorter length. Beneath the cowl that she used to wear, her darkened appearance is brightened by her mirrored past self, the girl who lost it all at the end of the world.
Gone. It's gone. Nothing is there. Is it there? The remains are gone. Necromancy brought it back. It's been fed upon, festered by other beings. Shadows scare her. She scares them. He scares her. Everything has traumatised the world she inhabits.
Trapped...Trapped. She's trapped. Someone get her out. She's constantly trapped. Where is she? Who was she? Why is she there? Who are those people? When did they get in? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Appearance Liam is neither what one would call imposing or scrawny, falling somewhere in the middle of the two with a small amount of extra muscle, though it's not particularly well defined among his typically loose fitting clothing. Possessed of a shaggy, though ultimately short mop of blonde hair atop his head and a pair of cerulean coloured eyes that can go from wide and observant to narrow and nigh-piercing at a moments notice, Liam is by no means unattractive. More often then not he's easy as a book to read, wearing his emotions upon his proverbial sleeve and not the sort to try hiding them most of the time. Wardrobe wise, Liam greatly prefers the easily adaptable style of loose jackets and hoodies over simple T-shirts in a variety of colours, mostly veering towards the darker shades of blue and green paired with simple black or white shirts underneath and a set of black sweatpants. This is not to say he is incapable of cleaning his appearance up, as he does own a number of lighter coloured dress shirts and sets of slacks for when formality is required. He simply prefers a more casual appearance for day to day life.
Within the World of Fog the other him has a much more ostentatious appearance overall. Liam's subconscious desires and repressed traits manifest into a very showy attire comprised of a connected black suit jacket and pants, the former trailing off into a split cape running down to almost touch the ground that is crimson on the underside. Beneath the jacket he wears a simple white button up shirt accompanied by a bright red tie, flanked by the equally red inverted collars of his suit jacket. Atop the figure's head rests a black top hat with a red band running around the brim. Most striking though is the ghostly white mask that typically obscures the shadow's face, bearing a large eerie smile and two crescent shaped slits through which his sickly golden eyes can be seen. Completing the ensemble is a set of white gloves reminiscent of the sort oft worn by magicians, and an ebony cane that bears a similar mask to the one upon the Shadow's face as the headpiece of the staff.
Pretty much this, but reverse the red and black.
At first glance, one might mistake Liam as shy, timid, antisocial or some combination thereof. The truth however, is that he is simply not the sort to start conversation for the sake of conversation. When approached he is actually quite friendly, talkative and at times difficult to shut up. Often described as perpetually calm and possessed of a wisdom far beyond what one would expect of someone his age, it is no wonder Liam has earned the unspoken "honor" of being everyone's therapist among his friends and acquaintances alike. A role he sometimes embraces and other times is nearly resentful over, finding the constant seriousness to be an unfading reminder of the sort of person he once was. Perhaps his past experience with the darker elements of life have lead to his heightened wisdom, and a sympathy to those going through hard times.
Though not obvious to the casual observer, the perceptive may note that he never seems to say all that is on his mind. Liam is exceedingly careful with his words, keenly aware of the effects a careless statement can have on a person's psyche. He has in the past, used this insight to get what he wants out of people, and at the time developed a small manipulative streak. Nowadays, Liam much prefers to use his persuasive nature in a positive way, encouraging and advising the few people he can call friends in the best ways that he can manage. Those few he can call friends are precious to Liam, and as such he is unrelentingly protective of them, to the point of taking a slight against them as a personal attack.
Recently though, Liam has found himself in a corrosive slump and drained in almost all senses of the word, he feels as if his words and actions are becoming yet more hollow by the day. The once fiery passion he held for helping others seems to be withering away before his very eyes, leaving him empty. His greatest fear of squandering the second chance he was granted comes closer to becoming his reality day by day, and there seems to be nothing he can do about it. Part of him realizes that this is merely a slump, and he simply needs to fight back against it until he somehow breaks through. Yet on the other hand Liam can't help but wonder if this is simply his lot in life, to be doomed to purposeless mediocrity whilst others succeed and excel around him. Deep down part of him wants to come out of the shadows cast by his peers and take center stage for once... though he has no idea how he'd ever do that. The gradual numbness he feels overwhelming his senses and very outlook on life has made him feel almost calloused to the issues of others in recent times, much to his own internal dismay.
Deep within the World of Fog however, the other Liam is all the things he'd like to forget and bury amalgamated into a heartless parody of the original. His old manipulative streak comes to the forefront, the reflection a silver-tongued demon who enjoys belittling and tearing apart the mental states of those unfortunate enough to cross paths with him. Toying with the unfortunate guest by using every insecurity, secret, and personal weakness he knows against them until they either dance to his tune or perish, whichever comes first. His deep desire for attention and to take center stage twists into an inflated ego who oft speaks in hyperbole and is overtly showy about all things. The moniker of being "everyone's therapist" blooms into a superiority complex and an arrogant outlook centered on how everyone knows oh so little without him, perceiving others as helpless and lost without his guidance. The problems and woes of others are but petty and pale imitations of that which he has seen and lived through already, and are thus ultimately insignificant in his eyes.
Virgil is a tall if somewhat thin humanoid figure, who wears a gray-green hooded cloak over what seems to be a combination of a leather cuirass and metallic guards covering his forearms, furthermore the persona's face is obscured by what looks to be the visor and helmet of a medieval knight, all of which seems to have sustained heavy fire damage. The cloak is tattered at the edges, and the metallic armor has obviously been scorched many times over, with blackened sooty patches marring the steely surface. At the figure's hip, twin tomes are holstered on each side, one being a dark orange and the other a deep green close to the shade of his cloak. The helmet and gauntlets are most often a dark grey but can range from their cool looking natural state to an almost incandescent glowing orange in combat situations. One other thing to be noted is that Virgil doesn't seem to have a lower body, the persona's figure seemingly melting into a half corporeal state beyond the knee that seems to almost merge into his cloak.
Arcana: V. The Hierophant.
Skills and Affinities
Virgil makes use of Electric aspected skills when summoned. Though he is capable of direct offense, Liam oft makes use of these abilities in a more indirect manner, laying shocking traps and creating barriers of arcing electricity to limit enemy movement. In addition, Virgil is capable of supportive skills such as those from the healing category. At first simple healing spells are the only skill of this type available to him, though as time goes on the ability to cleanse detrimental status effects and beyond will be added to his repertoire.
Virgil is resistant to Fire and Electric abilities. Conversely, he is weak to both Ice and Psychokinetic abilities
Just as Virgil once guided Dante through the Nine Circles of the Inferno, with purpose restored Liam will guide those close to him through their own personal trials. Perhaps he isn't the main fixture in the journey, but unlike before, now he is noticed and respected instead of a background figure doomed to die obscure and unknown. Finally he is able to use his insight and persuasive talent once again, and for a greater cause. He has walked through hell and shall help others to do the same with his own wisdom, knowledge and otherwise.
In the World of Fog Liam wields a Zweihänder as his primary offensive weapon, preferring to stay on the front lines of any given engagement in order to give his more range-inclined allies some much needed breathing room. The blade's large size grants him the advantage of reach, and subsequently allows a great many opportunities to influence and control the flow of battle. However, not all foes are so accommodating as to rush into close combat, for these such occasions Liam also brings a reliable Gewehr 43 rifle to harry distant shadows.
Psychology, 1st Year.
Liam Koehl was born in London to a pair of parents with a somewhat unstable relationship. He never really knew his father, as he was long gone before the boy had even started attending school for reasons that are still unknown to Liam. Naturally, this placed the sole responsibility for raising the young boy on his mother, one Emilia Koehl. A hardworking soul with near unflinching determination who'd emigrated from her native Germany some five years prior to Liam's birth in order to get away from the demands and pressure of a family that ultimately cared little for her. She'd be damned if she would simply give up on her own son because his father decided to walk out on them, so Emilia grit her teeth, dug her heels in and resolved to raise the child on her own. His mother's job as a professor at a nearby college allowed her to provide a relatively nice, if ordinary life for their family of two. Sure she was often busy, but for the times she couldn't be at home to watch her son, family friends were more than willing to fill in the gaps for Emilia. From an early age Liam had a strong work ethic and sense of perseverance instilled within him, largely in part to his mother's infectious "never give up" attitude. Throughout his early school life Liam became known as a pleasant, relatively quiet student who was a touch too serious at the best of times. His circle of friends wasn't large by any means, but they all got along well and stuck by each other, which was what counted in Liam's mind. For a time things went well, with Liam excelling in school and the two being a genuinely happy family, in spite of the hand originally dealt to them.
But of course, Fate seldom lets good things lie the way they are. Near the end of Liam's final year in primary school, tragedy reared its ugly visage. His mother had collapsed whilst giving a lecture and despite the best of efforts from paramedics and other medical professionals, succumbed to cardiac arrest. Though the exact cause of the incident seemed to be cruel and simple fate, some did speculate the possibility of her over-exhaustion having contributed to the ultimately fatal episode. Liam was temporarily taken in and later officially adopted by a friend and former colleague of his late mother. To say this series of events had a profound effect on the young boy would be the penultimate understatement, for he had just lost his only known family and the resultant shockwave from that loss would be felt in all aspects of his life. Firstly, his quiet and serious nature had seemingly amplified itself to staggering levels, as Liam would withdraw from the world around him and fall out with many of his previous friends. His grades plummeted for the first time in his academic career, and his budding interests in the sciences faltered. Kids seeking a feeling of power as bullies found him exceedingly easy prey, with plenty of material for insults and being an oft isolated target. For a time he simply felt... hollow, as if all that made him who he was had died and been buried alongside the mother who always did her best for him.
How fortunate then, that the one whose care he found himself in knew just how to right these internal wrongs. Ava Hallum, Liam's guardian and eventual adoptive mother held a number of degrees in psychology. As such, she was able to guide the boy through the emotional upheaval he was living through and start getting him back on the right path. Grief is no easy beast to tame, though slowly and surely Liam overcame it, holding tightly to the mantra his mother had ingrained upon him.
"Never give up."
Before the year's end his grades had returned to their previously high levels, though many of the friendships he had before were fractured beyond reparation, for nobody wanted to be friends with the quiet and weird kid who was at this point the schoolyard punching bag of a few bullies. People would talk as if he wasn't even there half of the time, though this did have the side effect of having Liam learn many a rumor from the careless students surrounding him. Although things were far from perfect or ideal they were far better than they could've gotten for him at this point. It was during this transition to and during his first two years of Secondary school that Liam really developed a connection with his adoptive family, and realized what they had truly done for him. From the edge of a self destructive spiral that could've descended infinitely further they pulled him, and gave him a second chance as if they were his own flesh and blood. To say he was grateful for their intervention would be nearly insulting, he didn't want to even imagine where that spiral would end and so he swore to never let someone or something else make him think that little of himself ever again. So when those selfsame bullies who'd harried him all the way back in primary school decided to make their return visits to him, he'd give them nothing in return. He'd do their work and be their metaphorical punching bag no longer.
At least, that held true until the normal clique of degenerates turned the focus of their scorn and insults from him specifically to the few who stood by him, namely his very few friends and his family in an attempt to get under the boy's skin once again. An attempt that would prove very successful, the anger and indignant rage he felt as he watched his friends suffer because of him was nigh-all consuming. The desire to strike back so very strong within him, yet if he did he'd not only be outnumbered and beaten by the gang of miscreants but also be likely labeled as the aggressor by the school's authorities and thus have to face suspension or expulsion. There had to be something, anything he could do to make this end! So when the pack of predators decided to descend upon Liam and his best friend between classes and started letting loose with their usual stream of mental torment, Liam tried something that was a long-shot at best out of pure desperation. He let loose every secret and rumor he'd learned about his assailants from keeping his head down the past two years in front of everyone present. For a moment there was silence, and then chaos as the tormentors turned on one another for letting each-others secrets slip through the cracks. The temporary turmoil allowed the two boys to slip away from the clique, currently busy tearing into one another. The damage was done, and Liam found himself aware of the power secrets and rumors held.
After that ordeal, he noticed the clique wasn't often seen together again, much less did they try to pick on him. People looked at him differently, the kid who was the school punching bag was suddenly possessed of a backbone and lashed out (albeit verbally) at the top dogs. That fleeting power he held was exhilarating, and he wanted more of it, growing very interested in the workings of the human mind and just what made people tick. He could use these rumors and pieces of information to finally stop being the bottom of the food chain in school! So for a short time he did just that, anyone who gave Liam Koehl or his friends trouble would swiftly find themselves on the unfavourable end of newly leaked rumors and secrets. Alternatively, those who gave him what he wanted would find their social lives considerably less endangered. In quite a short order, the abused had become the abuser. It was fun to watch the usually untouchable kids squirm and dance to his tune, and it's not like he went out of his way to ruin the undeserving's reputation. People flocked to his new false-strength, and with them yet more secrets and woes were added to his arsenal. Though as time went on, he started to wonder.
Was any of what he was doing right? What made him any different to those who once pushed him around? Is this how he wanted to spend that oh so precious second chance he was given? Why did he feel the need to be this way?
Those questions ate away at his resolve until slowly but surely his power trip came to an end, and along with it his time as a respected personage by his peers, though he had made some genuine friends who stuck by him during this time. He didn't want to be the villain in all this any more, instead electing to use what persuasive talent he held to help those close to him, rather than harming those against him. As it turns out, he was quite good at helping others, swiftly becoming the smart, dependable friend among his remaining peers and it made him feel... like he was doing something befitting of the second chance he was given for once. He'd determined that he'd follow in the footsteps of the same person who helped him at his lowest point, get a degree in psychology and help people with the talent he had been given. A far-fetched, childish dream some would say yet the more he dwelled on it, the more convinced Liam felt that this was the course he should follow.
Near the end of his mandatory academic career, doubt began to creep back in. All around him his friends passed their respective final tests and exams with flying colours, each and every one of them possessed of this incredible confidence Liam just couldn't seem to grasp. Needless to say, he felt like an observer, simply watching as those around him rocketed to prominence, whilst he is left behind in their collective shadow. His goals seemed so much more abstract and difficult to follow when compared to theirs. Could one man even hope to make a mark against an endless sea of human troubles? Did he perhaps waste the second chance he was given long ago? Is he even here of his own will? Why is he doing this in the first place?
As the new year at Thames' Edge begins, Liam's remaining convictions and resolve will be tested in many and more ways than he could've ever foreseen....
Emilia Koehl - Liam's Birth mother and an otherwise hardworking tough as nails woman who died of a heart attack when Liam was 10. Had nigh unmatched tenacity and instilled the values of working hard and not giving up unto her son at a young age. Previously worked as an Anthropology professor at a college in London. Constantly worked herself to the bone in order to raise her son alone, ultimately costing her life. The two shared a tight bond, and as such her loss devastated her son.
Ava Hallum - Liam's adoptive mother and a close friend/colleague of Emilia, who looked after her son shortly after her passing. A therapist by trade, she pulled the young Liam out of his self destructive, grief-fueled spiral before it was too late. Whether consciously or not, she's become a massive influence on her adopted son, who wants to now follow in her footsteps and help others as she did for him.
Megan Hallum - Liam's adoptive sister and the biological daughter of Ava Hallum. A couple of years older than Liam, and as such was the sibling Liam didn't have in his earlier years. While he's more of the perpetually calm sort, she's prone to outbursts of emotion and has a fiery passion for any and everything that catches her eye. Currently she's studying Medicine at Oxford, and though it is limited, communication is still open between the two.
Daniel "Dan" Barrett - Liam's best friend since Primary School, who stuck with him throughout his mother's death and his later power trip. Dan and Liam have a friendship outsiders would describe as nearly unbreakable. Dan was the one who taught Liam to loosen up a little bit, and stop taking things so seriously, for which Liam is incredibly grateful. Currently studying Engineering abroad.
Appearance Rei Sato has a light build to her, leaning onto the thinner side when it comes to her weight. Additionally, she has chest-long silver hair that she often wears down and allows to flow free, complimenting her purple eyes. Rei's complexion is also rather pale, due to her tendency to stay indoors and away from where the sun can touch her.
Rei's wardrobe consists of many jackets, sweaters, and such that are often very baggy. Lately, Rei has been getting better about allowing her figure to be shown but from time to time she struggles with it and often goes back to the safety of being hidden underneath the safety cushion of her outerwear. These clothes often fall under a shade of purple, gray, blue, or red, and she hardly ever wears anything colored otherwise.
In the World of Fog, Rei's outfit turns into one with a light blue sleeveless jacket, complete with black tights, fingerless gloves, and top of the line trainers to allow for mobility, because Rei thought going through someone's consciousness required that much freedom of movement.
Personality Rei is a very by-the-books sort of person. There's little leeway given by her when it comes to the rules, and she very rarely tolerates people bending them to their favor. Rei is also reported to have a wicked "resting bitch face", often leading to the impression that she's often unapproachable and overall a very hard person to talk to. Which is sort of true, as Rei doesn't really like to talk to people she is unfamiliar with, nor does she desire to associate with people she knows for a fact are troublemakers and simply up to no good. The student's experiences in university have trained her to be able to detect someone who is simply wanting to associate with her for the sake of alleviating the work of amount they have to do and see if they can get Rei to help them out. To this day, Rei has never assisted who desired to do something like this. On some occasions, she has even gone as far as reporting those offending individuals to the Administration.
To those that are familiar with Rei, however, she is most often the anchor when it comes to judgment and morality. Rei's defining trait in the social circles that she is involved in is her rather keen sense of judgement and impeccable moral compass. Often, her decisions and rulings may come at the dismay of her peers, since she often chooses what may be beneficial for the greater good, even if it is at the expense of her peers' livelihood. Rei is considered as sort of a double edged sword for advice, since she has an innate ability to stay objective no matter the people involved, and she will make a decision and judgment based on her senses alone. No outside interference permitted for her.
Lately, Rei has been struggling with the extent to which she should be following the rules. Her experiences in university have lead her to find out that many of her peers have been engaged in illicit activities. The balance between doing what she considers to be the right thing and being the ideal friend is one that she often has to think about. Should she inform the administration that her friends are consuming drugs? Turning a blind eye had always been a hard thing for Rei to do, if not impossible.
Her shadow, however, is quite the opposite. Rei's shadow is an amalgamation of chaos and disorder. Rules simply don't exist with her, and anarchy rules the world. It doesn't matter what, as long as it provides the most unruliness, she'll pick it, with little regard for the consequences.
"[Themis] is described as "[the Lady] of good counsel", and is the personification of divine order, fairness, law, natural law, and custom. Her symbols are the Scales of Justice, tools used to remain balanced and pragmatic. Themis means "divine law" rather than human ordinance, literally "that which is put in place", from the Greek verb títhēmi (τίθημι), meaning "to put".
Skill Themis relies primarily on bless and physical skills. Conversely, Themis is susceptible to electric and curse attacks.
Biography Rei Sato was born to Megumi and Jin Sato in Manchester, England, where she has an older sister, Yui. Rei and Yui didn't know their father much when they were growing up, as Jin passed away very early on in Rei's life due to pancreatic cancer. Rei's childhood was full of struggles as the Sato family struggled to cope with the loss of their patriarch, as he was the source of their income and overall livelihood and the reason behind their quality of life. They quickly had to move out of their house and into a flat into a rather dodgy neighborhood to avoid being rendered homeless.
As a result of this sudden loss of income, Megumi had to take on multiple jobs in order to keep a roof over Rei and Yui's head, often leaving the two alone by themselves once Yui was old enough to watch over Rei. However, it wasn't enough to keep Rei from witnessing the true horrors the world around them had. Often, Rei was peering outside the window, bearing witness to a variety of crimes such as robberies and assault, a constant reminder to Rei that there was little that she could do with her situation. As a result of being around so much disarray and chaos, Rei quickly figured out that rules were the way to keep her safe. That meant not being outside after a certain time, not going into certain areas, or associating with certain people. Rules were what kept her safe, and a lot of them were drilled into Rei's head as Yui and Jin tried to protect the youngest member of the Sato clan.
As a result, as she entered primary school, Rei was often one to be reminding the class as to what they could and couldn't do. No talking while they were reading books! No running in the hallway! Rei was under the impression that people heeded her word, as well as that her word was what was keeping people safe. After all, if they abided by the rules and stayed out of trouble, they would be safe, right? It was working for the young Rei, so there was certainly no reason for her to believe otherwise. Rei didn't understand that people naturally wanted to break the rules and do their own thing. Additionally, she didn't understand that rules were merely words to some people, and failed to heed the words of those who proclaimed those rules.
Every night, Rei would be watching the news, and she would often see reports of happenings in not only Manchester, but all over the country, and even the world. The amount of people that broke the rules all the time were extremely shocking to her, and she couldn't figure out why people would want to put themselves into so much danger and break all the rules. Even the words of her sister and mother couldn't help her understand why people behaved like this and refused to follow rules.
Until, the day the sanctuary of her own home was violated. Coming home from school one day, Rei had come home to discover that her home had been ransacked by thieves. They took whatever the family had left, breaking apart the little foundation they had to keep themselves afloat. Very little was left, and Rei had an epiphany. Why did people follow rules things like this still happened to them? Maybe people no longer followed rules because of how often it failed them. That was the day Rei decided she'd make a commitment toward following the rules, as well as making sure those who didn't would receive proper punishment for doing so. She decided that those who didn't abide to the rules that were meant to keep people safe deserved to be punished.
Rei had gone into secondary school with the conviction to become a lawyer, in the hopes that she could assist with defending those whose safety have been violated by the hands of criminals and see to it that they be punished accordingly. She grew tired of seeing rulebreakers get away without little consequence and she wanted to play a part in taking these people out of the world and issue them what they deserved.
Toward the end of her secondary education, it was determined that Rei Sato would be attending Thames' Edge university as part of their law program due to her merits as a student while in secondary education. Rei, of course, had accepted the offer without a doubt in her mind. It was away from her home, and she was away from her family, but Yui was around enough to make sure that she could hold down the fort and ensure that their mother would stay safe.
Now, in the coming year of her tenure at Thames' Edge, her unwavering conviction toward the law and upholding it has been wavering. Why bother if people continued to keep breaking rules and laws and put people at risk? With every day that passed and every event, it seemed like her contributions would be for naught, which severely disheartened Rei.
Affiliations Megumi Sato - Mother
Rei holds a very close relationship with her mother due to the bond they had while growing up. She's practically her world and talks to her as often as she can, especially due to the distance between the two due to Rei's situation as a student.
Rei's older sister. Yui is Rei's closest friend and biggest confidant, and Rei tells Yui about pretty much everything that is on her mind and affecting her, regardless of the nature.
Appearance Tate is a tall young man with an athletic body. He's not too overly muscular, but has a fairly toned physique with a majority of his muscle mass concentrated in his arms and upper body. His skin is beige, and he has dark brown eyes. He has a messy bed of hair that is generally kept uncombed. Tate usually doesn't care too much about his appearance, but keeps his face clean-shaven at the behest of his dad. Tate stands tall and rarely if ever slouches. His face is normally stuck in a cocky grin, allowing all to see his well-maintained pearly whites.
Tate's casual wear can best be described as... well, casual. His wardrobe almost entirely consists of t-shirts, hoodies, loose button-up shirts, jeans and cargo pants. His clothes are generally found in dark blues, saturated reds, and dark grays and blacks. Tate has a pair of white running shoes that he wears all the time, which have dirtied quite considerably from overuse.
Personality If one were to spot Tate from afar, and noted how he carried himself, they would probably be quick to assume that he is cocky, brash, and hot-headed. However, if they were to actually approach and interact with him, they would figure out that that assumption is absolutely correct. Tate is all of these things to a T and more. Tate is impulsive, always the type to act first and think later. He carries an air of confidence about him wherever he goes, even when (or perhaps especially when) he has no idea what he is doing.
Those who've interacted with him, then, and fully understood how he acts in everyday life, would assume that he is not a very smart man. This assumption is incorrect. Well, partly incorrect. Tate is incredibly book smart, having grown up as a child in the gifted program. Tate is intelligent on subjects that interest him, and those that generally assume he is a bumbling oaf may be surprised to hear (perhaps pleasantly so) that Tate can hold his own on discussions of math and science. The caveat here, then, is that Tate's impulsiveness often gets in the way of common sense, and he usually only realizes that he's made the wrong decision after he's made it. Very often, Tate gets into trouble simply because he's not thought the consequences through.
Tate is very loyal to those he deems his trusted friends. Although he is loud, brash, and standoffish at times, those who put their trust in him will find that he will just as easily put his trust in them as well. This can be a double-edged sword, however. Tate has often done things at the behest of his "friends" that have later backfired on him, and he is a very easy person to backstab.
Biography Tate is a man of many words and actions, even if they aren't necessarily the right words or actions. Born in Newmarket, Ontario, Tate was the only male figure in his family after his father left the family when Tate was four. His twin younger sisters, Penny and Jeanie, always looked up to him as a strong older brother. Because of this, Tate grew up a fighter and a protector. He would always be the kind of person who would stick up for those that were weaker than he was. This caused him to make a few enemies, especially bullies that saw him as a goody two-shoes. As Tate grew, the bullies' focus turned away from their original targets and onto Tate himself. Tate got into many fights in school, but was rarely the aggressor. Because of this, and because Tate was otherwise an academically gifted student, that he never got into major trouble for it. His mother was called several times due to his behavior, but his mother never scolded him too much, especially since his sisters were always on his side.
Tate's time in his elementary and high school years, especially in his time in the gifted program, set him squarely on the path of higher education, not just physically, but also mentally. He was sure that pursuing a career in research or teaching was the way for him. Tate was often at the top of his class every grade, all the way up to the end of high school. However, his home life was beginning to sour. Although Tate still cared for his mother and siblings, he began to feel a lack of freedom while he was living in the household. He decided then, when it came time to pick a university for his post-secondary education, that he would move away from his home, and sent out many different applications to many universities around the world, mostly in the United States, Great Britain, South Korea, and Japan. When the invitations came back, Tate initially had trouble deciding where to go. However, literally two days after he received the invitation from Thames' Edge, he learned that one of his online friends, a girl named Jocelyn Salt, was also going to attend Thames' Edge. This sealed the deal for Tate, and he packed his bags and set off for London.
Tate was sure he had it figured out. Tate knew what he was going to university for, and what paths he was going to pursue afterwards... for the first semester. Ennui hit him like a truck midway through the second semester. He had been so sure, that he wanted to teach, or to study or do research in some STEM field, but now... now? He wasn't so sure. He felt like something was missing... like he had looked the other way while his true calling had passed him by. Was this really the path for him? If it was, why did he feel so empty inside? And if it wasn't, what was? What was his true calling? And... was it too late?
Affiliations Do-hee Hwang - Tate's mother, a hard-working, soft-spoken woman whose husband left after a messy divorce, leaving her with three mouths to feed. Thankfully, Do-hee had a supporting family of her own, who often sent her money and helped out with the house whenever they could.
Penny & Jeannie Hwang - Tate's younger sisters, they are fraternal twins. Penny is the more outspoken and extroverted of the two, while Jeannie is the shy, quiet one. Both of them look up to Tate and have been a constant point of contact to combat homesickness while Tate is in London.
Jocelyn Salt - The reason that Tate finally settled on Thames' Edge as his university of choice. Jocelyn is a serious, rational thinker, always ready to rein back Tate with a sarcastic quip. She and Tate are thick as thieves, despite their opposing personalities. Or perhaps because of them.